Every Dog Has Its Day

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Josh’s eyes snapped open, and he sat up quickly, reflexively reaching for the gun under his left arm. All it connected with was sweaty skin. Exhaling loudly, he slumped against the headboard, waiting for his heart to stop pounding.

He rubbed his face. His hand made a scraping sound against the two days’ worth of growth on his cheeks. Reaching over to the small table next to the bed, he pushed his holstered Glock out of the way to grab the pack of Marlboros.

He blinked his stinging eyes, shook the cheap Bic lighter out of the pack along with a cigarette, and inhaled deeply as he lit it. After he released the smoke, he remained leaning against the bed. His senses came back to him one at a time. He swallowed painfully; his throat was dry, and filled with the aftertaste of beer and Johnny Walker.

He slumped further down into the bed, and looked around the small barely-furnished bedroom that belonged to Marla, his current favorite stress relief. Aside from the bed, there was only one nightstand, and a beat-up bureau against the wall.

The cherry veneer was peeling off the cheap wood beneath, and the mirror leaning on top of it had a small c***k in it. On the wall across from him was a large poster of a colorful butterfly with the word ‘Believe’ beneath it.

The bright poster stuck out in the otherwise dingy room, and Josh frowned at it. For some reason, seeing something motivational in a hooker’s room carried a feeling of sadness to it.

“Stop believing,” he muttered. “It’ll be less painful in the end.”

He picked up his cell, ignoring the three voicemails from Matt, and was relieved to see it was only a little after nine. Sheri wouldn’t get home from work until one. He still had a couple of hours to hang out here, maybe get a little more sleep, then go another round with Marla.

He crushed out the cigarette in the ashtray next to him. There were two left in the pack, and that would be it until tomorrow, because he’d told Sheri he would quit. He’d cut down, but the last week had him on edge, and he’d picked up again.

What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. In the grand scheme of things, the cigarettes would be nothing compared to what would happen if she found out about his other habit: women.

He set the phone down again, and stared at his left hand and the simple gold band around his finger. The ring brought back images of the nightmares he’d been having. Severed fingers and severed c***s. Bloody mouths stuffed with the gory oozing remains of testicles. Those images didn’t just appear in his dreams, but every waking hour since the killings had started.

Three missed calls from Matt…had it happened again? Was there another guy lying on blood-soaked sheets in some cheap motel, eyes wide open, bulging in pain and terror as he’d bled out from his throat and groin? What was the last thing they had seen? What did she look like…did she show them at the end?

Josh forced himself to leave the phone alone. He’d been working day and night for the last week, and told Matt he was taking tonight off. He was on call if anything happened, but what the hell. He’d fallen asleep, and hadn’t heard the phone. Tonight he’d decided to unwind and have some fun, get his mind off things, and go back at it fresh tomorrow.

He grabbed the bottle of Johnny Walker from the nightstand and, not bothering with the glass next to it, took three long swallows. The liquor created a warm trail down his throat that turned into an uncomfortable burn when it hit his stomach.

He closed his eyes and let his mind drift, focusing on the smell of Marla, and the thought of her talented mouth. Weight settling onto the bed beside him made his eyes open. He smiled as Marla’s hand caressed his hard flat stomach.

“Hey, baby,” she purred in his ear. “You want to play some more with your favorite p***y?”

Josh turned his head to look at her…and was confronted with a cat mask.

“Jesus Christ!” He leapt off the bed, ripped the Glock from its holster, and aimed it at the apparition on the bed.

“Oh my God!” Marla screamed, pulling the mask from her face. “Josh, what the f**k?”

He lowered the gun. “You scared the s**t out of me!”

“It’s only a cat.” She looked at the mask. “You afraid of cats?”

“When there’s a f*****g psycho out there calling herself Bad Kitty, they’re a little creepy.”

He put the gun back in its holster, and sat on the side of the bed.

“Sorry, baby.” She tossed the mask on the floor. “Lay back, and I’ll make you think about another kind of pussy.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, swinging his legs back up onto the bed and leaning against the pillows. “But do yourself a favor, and don’t wear that f*****g thing anywhere, okay?”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask why. Just don’t do it.”

“Yes, officer.” She slipped off the bed, and walked around to the foot of it. She was wearing the short white silk robe he’d bought her last month. When she pulled the ties, it fell open to expose her perky little t**s with their delicious chocolate n*****s. Josh let his eyes work their way down her stomach, admiring her smooth skin, and lingered on the dark cleft between her thighs.

“You like?” She cupped her t**s for him, and stroked her n*****s with her pink nails.

“I do,” he agreed, and felt his c**k rise between his legs. “White looks good on you.”

“Especially on my lips.” She ran her pink tongue across them for emphasis. “Bet that would make you forget all about that stupid mask, wouldn’t it?”

“We can try. Now take the robe off.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

The robe hit the floor. Marla got onto her knees on the bed, and crawled up between his legs. Her perfect ass was in the air, and her n*****s slid along his leg as she made her way toward his fully erect c**k. Taking it in her hand, she placed a soft kiss on the head before sucking him into her warm, wet mouth.

“Hmm,” she moaned. “You bad boy, you taste like pussy.” She flicked a tongue across the tip. “And not your wife’s.”

“Nope, just some whore.”

Her brown eyes narrowed. “Don’t call me that. I’ve been working and trying not to do it.”

“But you still do, don’t you, Marla?” He enjoyed baiting her. “Every night or once a week, a w***e’s a whore.”

“You don’t mind this whore.”

“I don’t.” He ran his fingers through her long hair…the hair he gave her money to straighten because he liked it that way. “I’m a big fan of whores.”

“You don’t have to call me one.” She stroked his c**k. “You can just call me…”

“What? My girlfriend, my mistress?” he laughed. “I like calling you a w***e. It’s good for people to know what they are.”

“Then I should call you an asshole?” She started to sit up.

“No.” He held her head just hard enough so she stopped moving. “You call me your free ride, because I’m why your little night job hasn’t gotten you busted, and the reason you get your nails done and some pretty clothes.”

“I appreciate it, Josh, but you could be a little nicer.”

“I could, but why would I?” he sighed. “Whether I give you money or not, I’m giving you things in exchange for f*****g you, so you’re still a w***e, Marla. So stop playing around, and do what you’re good at.”

Marla hesitated, and he rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, you know you want to. Besides, it’s just a game. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t come back.”

“That’s better.” She winked, then took him deep into her mouth.

Marla bobbed her head slowly, and her hand followed her lips, stroking as she blew him. Her other hand caressed his balls. He ran his hands along the smooth dark skin of her back, and smiled. “Goddamn, you give a good blowjob.”

She responded by taking him all the way, wrapping her lips around the base of his shaft and shaking her head back and forth.

He flashed her a nasty smirk. “See. this is why it’s worth going to a professional. They do it right.”

The look of anger in her eyes caused his c**k to twitch in her mouth. He continued, “Takes a lot of experience to suck like that, doesn’t it?”

She started to pull his c**k from her mouth, but he held her head down. “You know you get into this, Marla, and isn’t that what you do? Give the guys whatever they want, no matter what?”

Their eyes met, and her anger faded. With a look of defeat, she resumed bobbing her head.

“There you go, know your place,” he whispered, watching his c**k slide between her full lips.

Marla sucked faster, and ground her ass into the bed.

She was turned on, and she knew it. Little slut loved being talked down to. They all did…some just never admitted it. He rocked his hips in time with her mouth, shoving his c**k deeper each time her head descended. He thought about just letting her suck him off. He’d already f****d her once, but staring at her ass and watching her hips move made him want her again.

“How about you slide up?”

Marla removed his c**k from her mouth and, with an eagerness he loved, slid up until her p***y was directly over his c**k.

“Higher.”

“Oh, you want another taste?” She grabbed the headboard, pulled her legs up, placed her feet on either side of his shoulders, and squatted over his head.

She spread her dark lips, showing off the pink flesh between them, then moaned softly as he flicked his tongue across her c**t.

“I do like the taste of your p***y,” he told her, wrapping his hands around her thighs and pulling her down to his face.

“The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Right, baby?”

Her words were followed by a groan when he plunged his tongue inside her. He swirled it around, getting a mouthful of her sticky juices before working it slowly through her lips and across her c**t.

Marla moaned and rocked her hips as he fluttered his tongue back and forth. Josh slid his hands along her sides, finding her small firm breasts and toying with her n*****s while sucking on her swollen button.

“Oh, f**k,” Marla moaned. “Oh, just like that, baby!” She moved her hips in circles, grinding her p***y into his face and whimpering while he alternated licking and sucking her c**t.

Her breathing was loud and heavy, and her thighs were trembling. He sucked harder on her c**t, and gave her n*****s a hard pinch. Marla came long and loud, wailing like a banshee as she bucked wildly on his face.

Some guys didn’t care if the women they were with faked it or not, but Josh did, and he knew he was making it more than worth it for Marla to put up with some of his s**t. The rest he made up for in money.

Marla moaned and slumped against the headboard as the last of the o****m flowed through her.

Josh pushed down, and without any further coaxing, she slid back down the bed and directly onto his waiting c**k. He sighed contentedly as he sank into her hot flesh, and watched his c**k disappear in her smooth p***y. He enjoyed the way her dark skin looked against his much lighter body, and recalled how his racist father had told him he better never catch him playing with any ‘coon pussy.’

His father had been full of ‘pearls of wisdom’ like that, and Josh smiled at what his father would think of this. Then again, his father had also told him you should only marry once, but you could f**k as many as you wanted. So maybe he wasn’t completely full of s**t.

“Hmm, you got such a nice f*****g c**k,” Marla moaned, now bouncing up and down, driving down hard on him.

“Do you get extra when you tell them that?” he asked with a grin.

Marla ignored him. Leaning over, she placed her hands on his chest, and worked her hips hard and fast. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and held her pinned against his chest while lifting his hips and f*****g her as hard as he could. Marla was yelping in his ear, and the noise was driving him crazy. Despite the fact he’d c*m an hour earlier, he was getting close.

Sensing it, she slipped off his c**k, knelt between his legs, took him in her mouth, and bobbed her head rapidly.

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned. “Suck that c**k…keep sucking.” He groaned as he exploded in her mouth.

Marla moaned, and her eyes rolled back as she sucked his spurting c**k even harder. Her cheeks hollowed, and he gasped as she took every drop.

Finally she released his c**k, gave it a kiss, and sat up on her knees. “I know you said I look good in white, but sometimes I’d just rather take it all.”

“A win for me either way,” he told her. “You’re a hot little thing, Marla.”

“Why, thank you.” She leaned over, and ran her hands over his chest and stomach. “You’re not so bad yourself, sexy. You want to go back to sleep for a while?”

He looked over to see it was now after ten. “I have to get going; need to get my ass home.”

He swung his legs over the bed, grabbed his boxers, and slipped them on. Marla threw herself onto the bed, and stretched. Josh looked down at her lithe dark body, and shook his head. “Have to tell you, Marla, you’re getting to be a real bad habit.”

“That’s what I’m hoping.”

He pulled his pants up and grabbed his shirt.

“Hey, Josh?”

“Yeah?” he asked, buttoning his shirt.

“I meant what I said; I’ve been working and not going online as much. That’s why I’m in this place. I wanted to get away from the other girls.”

“Good for you,” he muttered, donning the shoulder holster and picking up his wallet and badge.

“I don’t have as much money, and was wondering if, you know, you could help me out?”

“Help you out?”

“I’m good to you, right? You like f*****g me?”

“I’m not here for conversation.” He looked around. “Or the ambiance.”

“So maybe you can give me something?”

“Sure.” What the hell, she was worth it.

Opening his wallet, he removed a hundred dollar bill and handed it to her.

“Thank you, I…”

She stopped when he pulled it a few inches away from her hand.

“Hold on, you only get it on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

He smirked, and held the bill in front of her face. “Tell me you’re a whore.”