A night like this – Five
Gideon returned to the car with one bottle of water in the left and a bottle of beer in the right hand. The gasoline station was deserted; the old man who owned the shop locked the door behind Gideon, but remained at the window, watching him and Stacy.
"Cheers," he said, as he gave Stacy the water and opened his beer. She said on the passengers seat, one foot standing on the ground, the other remaining in the car, while she stared at the sky.
"You guys are really weird..." Stacy remarked, disgusted.
"No, they're weird... I'm just a normal guy."
"No, you aren't," Stacy said wearily. "You're all crazy."
"Maybe, you're right," he sighed wearily as he leaned against the car. "Maybe we've been playing this game for too long."
"What game?" she asked. "You're two guys who want the same woman and she can't decide which one is best for her. That's actually the oldest story in the book. Not very original."
"I know it is... but I assume it feels different as soon as you're caught in the middle of it," Jason mused. "You know, when we were young the three of us were... invincible. We were a real dream team... until the night, things went out of hand..."
"Are we talking about a threesome here?" Stacy asked, ready to throw up again.
"No," Gideon replied instantly. "It's more complicated... but I don't want to annoy you with ancient history. Maybe we should go back and try to find them, before they tear each other apart."
"Damn you!" Erin yelled, exhausted. She dug her nails into Rossi's shoulders, as he rode her through her climax, allowing her to enjoy the much needed release as long as possible. He wasn't ready yet, but he didn't care; was sure she would return the favor in her own special way. And she did. Forcing him on his back, she straddled him, pushed his hands over his head, and set her own rhythm.
He couldn't help but giving her a wicked smile. She hadn't changed at all; she still couldn't stand not to be in control and was still able to make him lose his mind. He had no idea if her husband had any idea of what he had lost when he had switched Erin for his secretary, but he wanted to believe that he was the only man who could bring out the tigress in her.
"You enjoy this, don't you?" he asked, as he felt her muscles working harder and harder on him. "It's exactly what you wanted." He groaned out loud, as he felt himself reaching the point of no return.
"Says the one who has a family pack of condoms in his jacket pocket!" She stretched, holding wrists, fastening her ride. She felt he was close and enjoyed to have at least this kind of physical power over him. He jerked his hands free and dug his right hand into her hair. He kissed her hard, but released her instantly when he remembered the small wound Gideon's tooth had left. But she didn't seem to mind, didn't even seem to notice the slightest amount of pain. Her eyes were closed now, her whole body focusing on him and what they both needed to finish this.
"Touch me!" she ordered huskily, because she knew she was about to reach her next climax, this time probably in perfect sync with him. He gladly obliged, sneaked his hand between there crashing bodies and thumbed her swollen clit, knowing it would drive her mad.
"That's it," he croaked. "Fuck, Erin..."
The wave, called orgasm, hit him like an earth quake, made him call out her name. Without having control about his body he pushed into her one last time, before the world exploded around him. Coming with him she fell onto his chest, clinging to him while she just couldn't stop milking him, wishing the sensation could last forever.
"Bastard..." she whimpered weakly, as she held onto him and ran her fingers through his hair. She had always loved his thick hair and still loved to brush it back from his sweaty forehead.
"You're always a good fuck..." he whispered breathlessly against her ear and kissed her temple. His hands ran down her back, cupped her ass, squeezed it, causing her move slightly, what kept his cock from softening. Her index finger came instantly to rest on his mouth, her eyes piercing his. "Shut up...You know we aren't finished yet, don't you?"
"I don't believe this," Gideon rested his forehead against the steering wheel and wished he could die here and now. This was a nightmare.
"Jason, that's the police, is it?" Stacy asked, swallowing hard.
"It is..." he confirmed dryly.
On their way back to the parking lot was just one cross road... and aside from the Cadillac, there had just been one other car on the road. Just one... hitting him had been the chance of one in a million and yet...
Gideons' eyes had focused on the road, but in his mind he was at the shore of a lake. He hadn't applied the brakes as the cross road came closer, he hadn't seen the other car, had ignored its lights. He hadn't even heard the horn... he had just felt the crash.
"Did we really hit a police car?" Stacy asked, obviously scared.
There was no doubt about it. He recognized a uniform when he saw one.
"We did."
4 hours later
"I can't believe it. Tell me, I'm dreaming this." Erin's voice was thin, toneless and Rossi could tell she was close to lose her composure, which was understandable from her point of view.
He on the other hand was close to strangle someone. All this had to be a fucking joke.
They stood on the parking lot, where they had left the car, Gideon, and Stacy the other night and now there was nothing. No Cadillac, no Gideon, no Stacy. Just Erin, him and the sun.
"Where's the fucking car?" Rossi asked, feeling very uneasy. Did Gideon steal it as a payback for the way he and Erin had sneaked away? Damn, it wasn't even his car... what if... he didn't want to think about it. Running his fingers through his hair, Rossi tried to fathom what they had to do now. A difficult task, because he was hangover.
There were in the middle of nowhere. No cell phone, no money, but a headache and a lot of emotions, he couldn't quite grasp. Damn, he had fucked her and in soon he would be working with – for – her again.
"Fuck off the car!" she yelled. "Where's Jason?"
"Who cares for Jason? It's not my car and if someone stole it, I'm in deep shit!"
Erin turned and swirled around, but of course she saw nothing that could be identified as a white Cadillac, she only managed to get sick. Damn, she needed some food to get her mind and body back to work. And some coffee. And probably a cigarette. Damn, she had given up smoking twenty years and she had never missed it – until now.
"Wasn't there a gasoline station somewhere on the way?" she asked, massaging her temples.
He wrinkled his forehead. "I think so... but that's a few miles from here." From there they could at least find a way to get back to the city. He eyed her high heels. "Will you make it with those?"
She faced him and shook her head in disgust. "Believe me... my feet are the only parts of my body that do not hurt. Let's go!"
They reached the gasoline station an hour later. Now her feet were hurting as well and the piercing sun, though the morning wasn't particularly warm, had intensified her headache. She felt incredible sick, but fought it with the last strength she could mobilize.
"Care what I think?" Rossi asked as they entered the small shop where the smell of fresh coffee reached their noses.
"What?"
"What if Gideon and Stacy have decided to get back at us for sneaking away and have spent the night in a motel doing what we did?"
She didn't want to picture that and scoffed disgusted. "You still haven't realized he isn't like you, have you? He would never sleep with someone who could be his daughter to get back at someone!"
"You really think he's completely devoted to you, don't you?"
They had stopped in the middle of the small store, glaring at each other. The truce between them was definitely over. She opened her mouth, ready to return an answer that possessed the sharpness of a knife when someone behind them cleared his cranky voice
"Can I help you?"
They turned, surprised. Only now they noticed the small, old man behind the counter. He wasn't shaved, his shirt was covered with stains and he missed one teeth right in the middle of his upper jaw. His eyes lay appreciating on Erin who couldn't say she liked the feeling of him looking at her like this.
"Yes, Sir," Rossi said slowly as he approached the counter. "Could we use your phone, please? Our car is... just let me use your phone." He had no intention of describing their disaster in detail to someone he didn't know.
"Why should I?" the old man asked with crooked eyebrows. His voice sounded hoarse and unfriendly.
"Excuse me?" Rossi asked, dumbfounded. "Sir, we need help."
"You don't look trustworthy..."
"Look, Sir, I wouldn't ask..."
"Excuse me," Erin interrupted them quickly. "Is there are toilet somewhere?" The smell of the fresh coffee had been too much. She felt incredible sick and needed to get out before she lost last night's martini.
"Round the corner," the old mumbled, but she had already stormed out of the building.
Torn between following her and getting the old man to use his phone, Rossi remained at the counter, thinking.
"Please," he made a new attempt. "We just need to call a taxi and we'll be gone. It's really urgent."
After Erin rose from her knees after she had embraced the toilet seat for what had seemed to be an eternity, she felt at least better. Her knees were still a bit weak, but at least she knew her body had started recovering from the violent abuse of martini (she would never touch it again).
Pressing the flush button she turned to the dirty small mirror and groaned when she saw her lousy appearance. The last traces of make up gracing her face let her look like a dead clown and she could notice wrinkles that hadn't been there 12 hours ago. She had always been proud of her looks that used to let her appear younger than she actually was. Now she looked at least one decade older than she really was and she hated it. Hated him.
"Damn you, David Rossi!" she told her own reflection. "I swear you won't do this to me again."
Turning on the faucet, she bent her head, hoping some cold water would help to restore some of her dignity.
When Erin returned to the store, David was still arguing with the old man.
"Listen, I promise to come back and pay your expenses, but right now I just need to make this call to get back to the city." It was frustrating; the guy was tough and stubborn like a cement wall and greedy as a magpie. Rossi had noticed how the old man's eyes were lingering on his wrist where he had his favorite Rolex fastened. Of course, the old dog wanted that Rossi gave him the watch as a deposit, and later when he would return to reclaim his possession the old fart would say, he had never seen a watch like this in his entire life. But before he would give the bastard his Rolex he would rather carry Erin back to Washington.
"Listen," Rossi sighed, attempting one last time to knock sense into the old man's head, before he had to use violence. "This frigging call won't take me 5 minutes... I promise you'll get your money this afternoon."
"Nope." He shook his head. "I've seen many guys like you. No way I'll let you use my phone, unless..." a grin appeared on his face, showing off his tooth gap.
"Unless what?" David asked, sharply though he knew what was coming. But the man behind the counter wasn't the one who understand subtle threats. "You can of course make a deposit... jewelery... your watch... I'm not picky."
"Forget it!" Erin said. She had remained in the background, following the exchange of the men. Making her way to the counter, she was talking herself into a rant, which meant at least that she had to feel better now.
Rossi sighed. The old man had it coming. When she got really angry he wouldn't need to use violence to make his call, but he was sure he would be deaf after she had finished."I have the feeling you don't understand the seriousness of our situation. We have no car, our friends are lost and all you have to do is giving us the fucking receiver to make one short call!"
"I understand your problem, Lady," the old man smiled at her, visibly unimpressed by her Strauss tone. "But I have a rule here... that's a lonely place and you just can't trust people... especially not when they look... as wrecked as you do. Who tells me you haven't escaped from jail?"
"Do you treat every customer like this?" Erin asked in return. Rossi put his hands on her shoulder and squeezed it. "I mean that would at least explain why we're the only people in here right now!"
"Last night a couple was here as well... looked as wrecked as you do."
"You fucking..." she started, but Rossi interrupted her.
"Forget it, Honey. We'll just tramp home... sooner or later a car will stop and we won't need this old cowboy to get home."
"Tramping is dangerous, Sir," the old man reminded him.
"Don't worry about that," Rossi said, pulling an angry Erin back from the counter and with him to the door.
"There's always another way." Though annoyed by the cryptic remark the two of them stopped.
"Maybe we should check some of the old files... could be the guy is a serial killer we couldn't catch so far," Erin mumbled, before she turned to face him again.
"And what way? Aside from giving you a fortune for call that takes less time than a minute?"
"I'm a simple man... I care for the simply things in life."
"As a Rolex?" Rossi asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Forget about the watch, Sir..." he grinned again, his eyes lingering on Erin. "I'll let you make your precious call, when she opens her blouse for me. I like feisty women and from what I can estimate she's still worth to take a look!"
Erin's jaw dropped and she turned her face away, praying for patience and wishing she had a gun. Rossi looked down at her, inhaling deeply.
"Why don't you go outside for a moment, Erin?" he asked calmly. "I have the feeling it's safer."
"But David..."
"Do what I say and whatever happens don't look inside this shop. I'll be right with you."
He pushed her gently out of the door, locked it and returned to the counter.
~tbc~