Last Resort: When Demons Call

We'd been driving for a while. I'd picked her up at a dive somewhere outside of Mobile.

It was the typical Hollywood story. She was a young, beautiful woman who wanted to make it big in the film industry.

Contrary to what I thought before I asked her what type of movies she planned on auditioning for, she didn’t want to be an actress, she wanted to be a screenwriter.

She was just out of an abusive relationship that had ended with him serving a jail sentence for another crime. She grew up poor, but could pay me for the mileage. I didn’t even believe that when I picked her up, but it didn’t matter. I was going to drink my life away once I got to LA anyway.

I’d lost everything in my divorce and we kept waiting and waiting for that right time to have kids, but the years slipped by. She was OK with it, but I always felt like something was missing.

Here I was, nearing 50 with nothing to my name except for the clunker I was driving around and the few boxes of belongings thumping around in the trunk.

“You’re hot! I’m sure you can find a woman out west!” I thought she was just being nice, but her look was sincere. He didn’t think he was bad looking, but he wasn’t much of a ladies man.

“What do you want?” She was devouring her burger like she hadn’t eaten in days. I don’t think she had, to be honest.

“A nice girl,” I mustered after a few moments of reflection.

She stopped chewing and swallowed heavily, “Jeffrey! Dude, really? A nice girl?”

“My first wife wasn’t that nice, Molly,” I reminded her. We’d talked for quite some time after I’d promised to take her to Hollywood. It’s like I’d known her for years.

“You gotta get yourself a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets!” She shoveled some fries in her mouth. Molly was actually pretty attractive. She was blonde, hazel eyes, slender, but her mouth was wild and she was young. I’d asked her and when she told me 27, I couldn’t believe it. Then she admitted to being 22 and I left it alone.

“You’re not underage are you? You’re not going with me if you are,” I scolded like a father. I even asked for ID.

“I’m really not underage,” she’d been adamant this time and I took it.

We headed out right after dinner. She had two bags and a bookbag that she used as a purse.

Molly told me she’d drive if I needed her to. I didn’t want to tell her that my only release had been driving. I felt free out on the open road.

“You know, I could be your nice girl, Jeff,” she told me after driving for a while without prompting.

“What?”I stared at her in disbelief.

“You can have me,”she said, turning down the radio, “Even if you don’t find me attractive, I find you attractive and I have all the necessary parts.”

She was attractive, though, but I didn’t want a relationship.

“No strings,”she smiled at me.

So, there we were, pulling into the next motel lot.

I set up a room for us. My heart was pounding when she went to the bathroom to freshen up.

“I know what you’re thinking,”she called from beyond, “This can’t possibly be happening, but it is and you need to loosen up.”

I couldn’t loosen up. I wanted her and I was curious why she was taking so long in the bathroom.

Suddenly, she emerged wearing a red sheer nighty and a tight, red lace thong. She’d even allowed her hair to flow, having released it from the pony tail.

“Molly...” I was staring at her with so much lustfullness that I am sure my cock was going to push itself right through my pants.

“Hi,” she was still so awkward and I loved every minute of it.

“I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to wear this,” she stepped out wearing a red sheer nighty, “I bought it a few cities back for when I got to California, but I wouldn’t know who I’d be wearing it for.”

Her eyes met his as Jeff ogled her. He didn’t even realize he’d been staring at this gorgeous woman for an entire minute if not longer. She laughed and he blushed, but he wanted her. He didn’t have a lot of time with her. There was no love connection between them.

“Molly...” he said as she sashayed over to his side, “If this is what you really want...”

Molly stopped and put her hands on her hips, “I don’t do things I don’t want, Jeff, and I want you.”

Jeff could barely contain himself and she could see his protruding bulge through his jeans, “If that’s as big as I think it is, I’m in for a treat.”

“I haven’t been told that I disappoint so maybe you’re in luck,” Jeff watched as she straddled his lap, “Or maybe I’m the lucky one.”

Molly giggled, “You have to start looking at the positive side of life, Jeff. Live in the now.”

“You can hold me now, Jeff,” her eyes darkened as she smiled flirtatiously at him.

Jeff placed his hands on her tiny waist, but her curves were immaculate. She felt so light on him for being such a voluptuous woman and wanted to ravish her.

“I-I don’t know, Molly...” He said, taking her in even more and she moved her hips over his lap.

“No strings, Jeff. Just fun,” Molly reassured him, “Don’t fall in love with me.”

Jeff breathed in, deeply, “I’ll try not to.”

He ran his hands up and down her sides, molding her into his memory. She melted into his touch as they she leaned him back onto the bed.

“This isn’t the most romantic place,” he assessed, “I’m sorry.”

She straddled him, leaning into to his ear, “Jeff, stop apologizing for everything and just let go.”