Part 3 of @deeperinmypower‘s birthday present.
“So you’ll really help me? You believe me?” asked Louise.
Jenny hesitated. “I believe you’re really scared, and the guy’s coming after me. That’s enough for me,” she finally said. “Let’s get out of here.”
Louise couldn’t believe it. Finally she had an ally! She wasn’t alone anymore! And with time Jenny would come around and start to believe.
For her part, Jenny was pretty sure that she wouldn’t be going along
with this if Louise weren’t seriously hot. She’d probably have just
helped Louise find a women’s shelter and call it a day.
But she was
hot, and hey, doing a good thing for a shallow reason was still doing a
good thing, right? And okay, Louise was scared to the point of making
up some pretty crazy stories about this Paul guy, but she was far from the craziest person Jenny had hung around with because she thought they were hot.
A week later…
Jenny smiled at Louise as they settled into their third hotel room of the week, but it was hard to keep the frustration out of her face. She settled for trying to make it look like humor and hoped it worked.
Louise, it turned out, was straight as an arrow that had given up its life of crime to become a priest. And she was paranoid. She’d thought she’d seen someone who looked like Paul near their first hotel, and made Jenny pull up and go to another three states away. Then she’d found out Aubrey was scheduled to film a movie in the same town as their next hotel, and demanded they switch to a third.
Jenny decided she was hungry and sick of being around Louise. She changed her shirt and went down to check out the hotel restaurant. Unfortunately, there was a wait, so she stood in its tacky flower-papered waiting area and girlwatched.
She was glad she did, because ten minutes into her “it’ll be about five minutes, is that okay?” a stunning, leggy redhead walked in. She asked the hostess for a table for three, then smiled at Jenny and walked over.
They hit it off great, and Jenny was soon laughing and flirting and wondering if she could get Louise to fucking leave the hotel room for once in order to get some privacy for herself and her new friend.
Then the restaurant door opened and the redhead broke into a grin. “Oh, here’s my date,” she said. “He’ll want to meet you.”
Date? Shit. ‘He’ is bad enough, but at least she might be bi… but I don’t do cheating or threesomes. Dammit.
The man took Karen’s arm and walked over to Jenny, who resigned herself to be polite.
“You want to join us for dinner,” he said.
Jenny smiled. “That’d be great!” Wait. Why did I… and Karen knew to ask for a table for three, which means they EXPECTED a third person… Oh no. Louise wasn’t imagining it! This is Paul, and he really can–
“By the way,” said Paul. “You’re more attracted to me than you’ve ever been to any woman. You’ll gladly do anything I want for a chance to be fucked by me.”
Wow. He really can.
Jenny followed him and Karen to their table, fantasies of how the rest of the night might play out running through her head. She was going to be his slave, but that was okay if it meant getting fucked by him. And anyway he’d probably tell her to enjoy it. She hoped so, anyway.
Louise had been right about everything–including that Jenny would eventually believe.