CHAPTER NINETEEN

Archie plopped down on the soft mattress, letting out a long breath of relief. The mid-level luxury hotel was more than what he was used to these last few years. But then again, anything would be an improvement to the rustic surroundings of the cabin. With his full beard and long hair, he looked different than the fake ID, but the hotel staff didn’t seem to mind at all.

After all, he paid cash for three nights.

Entering the bathroom, he stripped the dirty mountain clothes from his body and stepped into the steaming hot shower. He knew that he needed to shave and cut his own hair. It would be too risky to go to a barber or salon.

He stood beneath the hot spray until the water started to cool. It had been so long since he’d had a true luxury shower experience. He was enjoying everything from the steam to the scent of the hotel shampoo and body wash.

Wrapping himself in a thick white towel, he was grossed out by the dirty film left in the shower. He pulled his scissors from the bag and began tackling the longer strands of his beard and hair. When the strands were more manageable, he started taking off length around his face and neck.

Staring at himself in the mirror, he was pleased with how well he’d done. All those years of watching the hot blonde chick who used to cut his hair was paying off.

“Damn, I miss her tits in my face as she’s cutting my hair,” he smirked.

Next, he tackled the beard. It all had to go. The last picture of him was with a beard, so maybe this would confuse people.

With hair everywhere on the counter and sink, he rubbed his soft, smooth skin and smiled at the face in the mirror.

“There you are, you handsome devil,” he grinned.

Finally able to lay his clothes out, hanging some in the closet, he took some cash and left the hotel headed to a local mall. With a pocket full of money, he visited four different department stores to buy clothing more to his taste. The flannel had to go. If he was able to, he would burn it all.

After leaving the mall, he stopped at a local steakhouse and ordered a thick ribeye, baked potato, and grilled asparagus. He washed it all down with three glasses of thirty-year-old Scotch and then ordered a cappuccino and slice of molten lava cake.

“Was everything alright?” asked the young waitress.

“It was perfect. You are perfection,” he grinned. She gave a big smile to him and giggled. “You must be in college.”

“Oh, no. I graduated two years ago. Just doing this to pay off my college debt,” she smiled. “Are you from here?”

“No. I’m here on business,” he smiled. “Would you have time to show me around?”

“Well, I’m off in twenty minutes,” she smiled.

“Then perhaps I could entice you into having a drink with me at my hotel.” She tried to appear uninterested at first, but he knew that she would go with him sooner or later.

“Sure. Why not?”

By the time Archie had her back in his hotel room, his cock was ready to burst. He needed to be buried inside a woman, and this woman was beautiful, young, and ready. She tried to play coy with him, but when he stripped, revealing his painful cock, she immediately reached for him.

“Hey, hey, not so hard,” she panted as he ground his body inside of hers.

“Fuck that,” he growled. “I need it hard, honey. Just let me get a few out.”

“A few?” she laughed.

He pressed her face down into the mattress, and she squirmed, trying to turn her head. After three huge releases, he flipped her over and began again.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. But how about you help me get mine,” she frowned.

He was offended that she wasn’t having an orgasm. He was good at this. Better than good, and she should be screaming his name. Although he never gave her his name.

He continued to pound into her, his thumb rubbing her little nub. She came, but she wanted more, wanted better.

In the middle of the night, he felt her rise from the bed and go into the bathroom. He sat up to say goodbye to her, then noticed her telephone lighting up with a message.

Where are you? I’m worried about you.

It wasn’t the message that bothered him, but the photo behind it. It was the girl standing with an older man in a sheriff’s uniform.

“That’s me and my dad. He worries about me,” she smiled. “I have to head home, but this was fun.”

“Yeah,” he frowned. “Your old man is a cop?”

“Yep. Sheriff of the county for almost fifteen years now. He’s the best there is,” she smiled.

Archie reached for the young woman, pulling her onto the bed again.

“Hey,” she laughed. “Look, it was fun, but I have to go.”

“I want more,” he said with a serious expression.

“I need to go,” she said, trying to pull away. He pulled her back, laying her flat beneath him.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you go. I’m sorry.”

Her eyes went wide as he gripped her neck, squeezing and squeezing until she finally stopped breathing. Her eyes were still staring up at him in horror as he rose and dressed.

He packed his things, angry that he’d have to leave the comfort of his hotel, but these things couldn’t be helped. If he stayed, he’d have to drag the body out of the room and risk being seen. She should have been honest with him from the beginning.

Lesson learned. Next time, ask about their family and occupation.

When he reached the door, he turned with a smile.

“Thanks for a good time, babe. Too bad we couldn’t make this last.”