After a forty-five drive that seemed easily four times that long – thanks to Janet's anxiety-ridden imagination – she and Frank arrived at a small roadside motel called the Traveler's Inn. Looking for all the world like a typical young couple in search of a place to rest their weary heads, they approached the pretty young girl working behind the front desk.
Frank smiled at the clerk. "Good evening. Do you have any vacancies?"
The girl offered him a blinding, and more than slightly flirtatious, smile in return. "Certainly, sir. How long are you planning to stay with us?"
He glanced at Janet, who shrugged. He said, "I believe a reservation for four nights will do. However, we may need to extend our stay a bit."
"That should be no problem. Please sign the guest register, and I'll get you your key."
Frank signed the register under the names Frank and Janet Furman. By the time he finished writing, the clerk was back with the key.
"Here you go, sir. I hope you have a pleasant stay with us."
Janet wondered if the clerk hoped she would have a pleasant stay, too. During the entire transaction, the clerk had not looked at her once. She sighed.
She and Frank went back out to the car, and drove around the side of the building where the room was located. Frank grabbed the suitcase Janet had packed for him, and they unlocked the door.
They walked into the room, closed the door and looked
around. The room was predictably
utilitarian, but spotlessly clean.
Frank put down the suitcase, tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair, and
shrugged. "This should be
adequate." He smiled at Janet. "Thank you so much for everything you've
done for me."
She blushed. "You're welcome. I'm just glad I could help." There was a pause. "Uh, well, I guess I should get going."
Frank looked at her, fighting to hide his amusement. "All right."
"I'll be back first thing in the morning."
He nodded solemnly. "That's fine."
"Here, let me get this bed spread out of your way." She pulled down the spread, and threw it over another of the chairs. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" She looked at him hopefully. "Anything at all?"
His facial expression was the very image of innocence. "No, I think I have everything I need."
It was her turn to nod. "Oh, okay. If you're sure…"
Frank decided to take pity on her. "Janet, would it make you feel better to stay here tonight? Just to, er, make sure nothing goes wrong?"
She attempted to cover her eagerness with a painstaking, if highly unconvincing, show of nonchalance. "Well, it might not be such a bad idea. I would feel better if you weren't alone." She quickly took off her coat, and tossed it onto the chair on top of Frank's.
"That's terribly sweet of you." He made an elaborate gesture of looking around the room. "You do realize, however, there's only one bed."
She quickly replied, "Oh, that's okay. I don't take up much room."
He smiled. "Is that all you want to do? Not take up much room?"
Janet's expression was that of a trapped animal. She was obviously struggling with her response. Finally, she whispered, "No. I want to…be with you."
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you want me to seduce you?"
Still whispering, she said, "Yes."
Smiling, he shook his head. "You told me you want to be with me. If that's what you want, you need to take the initiative."
She looked horrified. "Me? I can't do that."
His smile broadened. "Why ever not?"
"I'm not…experienced enough."
Again, the cocked eyebrow. "You seduced Rocky."
She blushed deep scarlet. "That was different. He wasn't very experienced, either."
Frank walked over to her, but didn't touch her. Softly, he said, "You're thinking too much. Stop thinking, and just feel. What do you want to do? Right this minute?"
She stared at the floor. "I want to kiss you."
His response came in an erotic purr. "So do it."
For a moment, she was rooted to the spot. Finally, she looked up at him. His face was expressionless, but his beautiful hazel eyes burned with the fire she remembered so well from their first encounter. Before she could lose her nerve, she put her arms around him, pulled his face to hers and kissed him. At first the kiss was soft and tentative, but as both her passion and confidence increased, she deepened the kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth. After they finally came up for air, she smiled, pulled him even closer and kissed him again.
For several minutes they stood there, locked in each other's arms, exchanging ever more heated kisses. Finally, she pulled back, shaking.
Through a haze of lust, she saw him smile at her. "Now what do you want to do?"
She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. In a husky voice she didn't even recognize as her own, she said, "I want to take your clothes off."
His answer was the same as before, delivered in the same achingly seductive tone. "So do it."
This time there was no hesitation. She pulled his shirt out from his jeans, and quickly unbuttoned it. She slid the shirt down his arms and tossed it to the floor. Putting her hands around his waist, she began kissing his chest, letting her tongue swirl around his nipples. He drew in his breath sharply and held her against him, silently urging her to continue. Moaning softly, she continued caressing his skin with her kisses, gradually working her way down to his stomach and inserting her tongue in his navel. She then straightened up and reclaimed his lips for another lengthy kiss. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, she undid the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. She drew back in surprise as she discovered she'd obviously forgotten to include underwear in the garments she'd provided for him.
He smiled at her reaction. "It's okay."
She looked him straight in the eye and smiled wickedly. Amazing even herself, she replied, "Okay? I think we can do better than that." With that, she pulled down the jeans, sank to the floor, and – guided by a powerful combination of arousal and instinct - took him in her mouth. She felt his hands entangle themselves in her hair as she moved up and down on him, causing his arousal to grow with her own. Finally, he gently pushed away from her and pulled her to her feet. He took off his shoes and socks, and stepped out of his jeans. As soon as he'd done that, she quickly glued herself to him and kissed him again, glorying in the sensation of his manhood pressing insistently against her.
By now, she didn't require his prompting. Once they broke the kiss, she said, "I want you to take my clothes off."
He smiled. "Fair enough."
He took her in his arms, but instead of kissing her, he reached around behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress, then slipped it off her shoulders. As the dress fell to the floor, he reached behind her again, and, with an ease that could only reflect years of experience, unhooked her bra, pulled it off and tossed it aside.
He stood back slightly and looked at her, a seductive smile on his face. Janet discovered that, far from his gaze making her self-conscious, his obviously appreciative inspection of her nearly naked body made her even more painfully aroused than she already was. Frank, recognizing the effect his scrutiny was having on her, stood motionless, allowing her to luxuriate in his approval as his eyes continued to embrace her flesh.
Finally, he stepped closer and gave her a hungry kiss. However, instead of pulling her against him, he put his hands on her chest and began to slowly run them over her body. She moaned as his hands made such sensual contact with her skin. Reaching out, she began to massage him in the same way, as their mouths continued a fiery exploration of their own.
By the time they broke apart, they were both panting. Frank murmured, "Take off your shoes." Janet rushed to comply, her fingers shaking.
Once that task was duly accomplished, Frank grasped the waistbands of her pantyhose and slip, pulling them down to the floor. She stepped out of them, and he stared directly into her eyes as he hooked his index fingers in the waistband of her panties. She returned his gaze, silently pleading with him to remove the final barrier between them. Smiling, he tugged on the panties, sending them to the floor. Janet stepped out of them and kicked them away.
Still keeping his eyes locked on hers, Frank gently backed her up until she was against the bed. She quickly climbed on it, lying on her back in the center of the mattress. Frank followed her and knelt between her legs. Leaning forward, he kissed her neck, moving slowly down to her breasts. Tracing his tongue around her now highly sensitive nipples just as she had done to him, he then began to nibble on them, just hard enough to send an electric current of pleasure shooting through her body. She gasped, causing him to smile.
He then continued his slow descent down her body, feeling her tremble as he closed in on his destination. Upon arrival, he tantalized her with his lips and tongue, until he sensed he was just about to put her over the edge. At that point, he stopped abruptly and sat up.
Janet couldn't suppress a whimper of frustration. Opening her eyes, which had been tightly closed in rapture during his ministrations, she looked into his eyes and saw the mischievous light gleaming there. Suddenly, she understood. He was turning the responsibility for the proceedings back over to her.
At first, she didn't know what to do. Then she heard his earlier question echo in her head…"What do you want to do? Right this minute?" In a flash, all became clear.
She crawled around him, gently pushed him onto his back, and straddled him. She looked deeply into his eyes and smiled as she raised herself up, then slowly impaled herself on him. The sensation for both of them was indescribable. They moaned together as she began to "ride" him, at first slowly, then with increasing intensity. Frank put his hands on her hips and moved with her, driving up into her as she pressed down on him. The horrors of the past few days seemed to disappear as their bodies strained together, completely focused on the giving and receiving of exquisitely intense pleasure. Finally they pushed each other past the point of no return, exploding in a powerful mutual climax.
When at last she was able to catch her breath, Janet stretched out on top of Frank and kissed him passionately, still holding him within her. He put his arms around her and gently caressed her, reflecting on what had just occurred. Sex was one thing, but this was something far more powerful. He knew he'd badly underestimated her when she'd shown up at the castle with that fatuous fiancé of hers. He'd immediately dismissed her as a weak-minded innocent, unable to see past a white picket fence existence. She'd surprised him during the course of that night, but what she'd done since then had been nothing short of astonishing. He marveled that she possessed the strength to risk everything she had to save him…and to love him, for he recognized it was love he'd seen those times he'd lost himself in her eyes.
Love. It was the one thing he'd sought throughout his life, and had never found. Yes, he'd had countless lovers, many of whom had professed undying love for him. But he'd known better. They didn't love him; they loved what he was. From the moment he was born, the new Crown Prince of the "land of night," he had the kind of wealth, power and fame that people dream of, lust for, will do anything to attain. Back on Transsexual, whenever he'd taken on new lovers, he'd tested them…he'd begin treating them with casual contempt, the sort of cruelty that would make any self-respecting person walk away. Not one of them ever had. Frank held no illusions that they stayed because of his personal magnetism, magnetic though he was…he knew their loyalty (if one wanted to call it that) was due to their desire to share in his gilded world, to gain power and status from their association with him. The more desperately they held on, the more genuine his contempt became, and the more extreme his cruelty. Finally he would walk away, completely disgusted with them…and with himself.
He'd thought he would be able to break that destructive cycle on Earth, where he would present himself as merely a scientist, so – at least in theory - nobody would know what his position truly was. However, Riff Raff had insured that would not happen. Whenever a new lover entered the castle, Riff Raff always made sure to tell him or her of Frank's status back on their home planet. No matter how often Frank forbade Riff from doing it, no matter how often or how severely Frank whipped Riff for defying him, it made no difference. Riff Raff had obviously hit on Frank's greatest insecurity – that nobody would ever love him for himself – and wanted to guarantee every new relationship would do nothing more than provide additional fodder for his fears. Thus the cycle would begin anew with each new lover, with results identical to those on Transsexual.
Frank didn't know why Riff Raff hadn't told Brad and Janet…he'd probably considered them too insignificant. In any event, he was eternally grateful for that lapse, no matter what the reason for it. He smiled and held Janet more tightly against him, reveling for the very first time in the sensation of feeling truly loved…and, to his utter amazement, feeling love for someone else in return. Despite all the dangers he was still facing, he felt happy, warm and, yes, safe, wrapped in the arms of this remarkable young woman. He didn't know what fate had in store for the two of them, but the knowledge that he was capable of both giving and receiving love was a revelation he would always cherish.
Just as he was about to doze off, he felt her stir. He opened his eyes to see her staring at him, smiling.
She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair. "Did I do a good job of 'taking the initiative'?"
He smiled back at her. "You were brilliant. As a matter of fact…" He quickly rolled over, so that he was now on top of her. "I believe you deserve a reward for all your fine work." He gave her a deep, intimate kiss that quickly rekindled the fire that had engulfed them just a short time ago.
Janet smiled more broadly, aglow with new confidence in her erotic power…and with an even greater appreciation for Frank's. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as she prepared to give herself to him. "Well, this certainly beats a gold star all to hell."