Chapter 5
After driving north on Canal Drive and south on Carolina Beach Avenue, looking for a budget hotel with a decent water view, Susan found herself in the Dauphin Reign Motel parking lot. The sign flashed: VACANCY. I’m here.
The motel was nothing fancy by any means, but it looked sufficient. Though, it wasn’t an interior corridor hotel, which she often chose for safety reasons when lodging alone. But, the beachside location and low price clinched the deal, ending the debate in her head. Oh, heck, let’s try it. I’m tired of driving.
She went into the modest office and spoke to a middle-aged, white lady. Susan was able to get the last upper-level, oceanfront room for a special two-night rate. It was an end unit, too. Room 120. Yes, excellent! More privacy.
The Dauphin Reign Motel only garnered one star on most travel websites, but its Atlantic Ocean view was five stars all the way to Portugal. Was that dark speck just above the indigo-blue horizon the Rock of Gibraltar? Her rational mind knew it wasn’t, but the vastness of the oceanic view was awe-inspiring and took her breath away.
Maybe it was because the haze was less than normal for this time of year, but her rage towards Mark had subsided. Her mind was clear; her thinking was almost emotionlessly analytical. I’ve got a motel room with an amazing ocean and beach view. I’m going to have some fun. Maybe he’ll have fun, too, in Charlotte. That’s fine by me. Go for it, Mark. You can screw all the skanks in NoDa. Just stay in Charlotte.
There was a faint cigarette odor in the room, but she wasn’t complaining; she could deal with it. After all, she smoked cigarettes occasionally, especially the green ones. And, yes, she had remembered to stuff the oxies in her large, leather-tasseled handbag. She was all set for mind-and-body sail. Let the weekend begin! I’m Mark-free and ready to have some fun!
After placing her change-of-clothes in the old cedar dresser, she went out on the balcony to survey the beach scene. There were some real hunks out there. There were also a lot of bikini-clad, young things, too. Gosh, their boobs are so damn perky! Oh, to be nineteen again.
Even being twenty-two pounds above her ideal weight, Susan didn’t look half-bad in her one-piece, Mars-black swimsuit. She looked at herself in the mirror and popped an OxyContin pill. Let’s do this! Then she grabbed the beach towel, her handbag and the old-style hotel key and headed for the sand and surf. Who knows what fun awaits? Let’s put our token on the board.
Susan found a spot in front of her room near the high-tide line. It was almost dead-low tide at the moment. She laid her 5’-5” body down on the towel, propping up her upper torso with her arms bent behind her back. Her head was hardly moving, yet she was scanning the whole scene behind her dark, poker-grade sunglasses as only a woman can. She began to apply some sunscreen to her legs, arms and face. I don’t want to look like a lobster on day one. A bad case of sunburn would definitely ruin the whole weekend.
There was a game of touch (American) football going on to her left. The players were dashing, athletic, white guys in their early 20s. Shirts against skins. Four against four. Lots of testosterone specimens darting around. Would love for them to ‘train’ me.
After the shirtless team of four scored a touchdown, this bronze-tanned, thin yet muscular, tall lad kicked off to the shirted team of four. He caught a glimpse of Susan as he punted the football with maximum force. He hit it flush. Pow!
Susan heard the impact of his foot striking the football. Wow!
The pointed-oval, pigskin ball went sailing with the long-shore sea breeze, coming to rest on Susan’s towel, right next to her left leg. Gosh, that was close. That damn ball almost hit me. He should be more careful. Ah, he’s probably wasted. No adult-life worries yet.
The errant kicker walked over to Susan to retrieve the football. “I’m sooooo veeery sorry, ma’am.”
“It’s ok. No harm done.” Jeez, he’s drunk or wasted on pills. I wonder if he could get it up if I seduced him.
“Miss, you suuuure are pretty.” He almost fell over as he gesticulated with his hands. “What’s your name?”
“Why, thanks so much for the compliment. You look quite studly yourself. My name is Susan. What’s yours?” It’s working. This will be easy. I just need to lure him away from his friends.
“Studly? How cool. Oh, wow, I think I looove you. My name is Rick. Slick Rick with the big dick.” What the hell did he just say?! He was mildly laughing. “Huh-huh.” Sheez, this guy is proudly toasted. What a loon!
“Ah, you’re just saying that.” Susan flirtatiously grinned at him … and then looked at his crotch. What a nice package.
“No, I reaaaly mean it. I’d like to spend some primo time with you, Suuusan.” He’s definitely not bashful.
“Rick, are you high on something?” Susan hoped that she didn’t sound like his mother.
“Just the Spice o’ Life, Miss Suuusan.”
“And, what spice might that be, Rick?” Please don’t answer ‘variety’ – not that.
“Oh, SyntheSpice, synthetic marijuana. I drink less when I use it and it won’t show up in my piss tests.”
“Be careful with that stuff, Rick. Some people have had seizures and died on it.” Gosh, I probably sound like his older sister or brother, but that stuff is dangerous.
“Now, dearest Suuusan, do I look like some people? Heh-heh.” Gosh, that sounds like something Mark would say.
“No, I guess you look like the person,” Susan said almost cryptically.
“I’m the man with the big one-eyed snake.” Gosh, that’s so junior high. But with his expression, it works. He’s way too goony to really be consciously arrogant.
“Well, how big is it, Rick?” She was enjoying their saucy banter. She glanced at his feet. Large and long.
“Oh, man, it’s like waaaay big, Suuusan.” He was so intoxicated, but she didn’t smell much of an alcohol odor. Can he really perform in such an inebriated state? But then Susan saw his member bulging to life and her doubts were quelled.
“Hey, let’s go to my room, and I’ll measure your wonder worm.” Susan winked at him. Gosh, this is too easy. What am I doing? This is crazy. I love it!
“Hell yeah! Let’s go. I’m ready to rock out with my cock out.” Rick gave her a big smile. He was so charming, yet so goofy acting. This guy is unbelievable! I’ve never met a guy like him. Is it just because I’m nearly twice his age? Is it my ‘maturity’?
Rick then turned to face the other seven footballers who were waiting patiently for him to return with the football and continue playing. He almost fell into Susan as he announced to them: “Half-time, my bros. I’ll be back in twenty. Grab a cold one and chill. It’s all good.”
Susan gathered up her beach towel and handbag, and they headed back up the trail between the sand dunes to her motel room. Rick even grabbed her hand in his like they were in a relationship. How romantic of him. This guy is too much.
Susan could feel the OxyContin kicking in as she shuffled her feet through the hot sand. Her left leg rubbed against Rick’s right leg. Pure muscle. I bet he can pump like a wild beast.