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  Then Nicole realized that she hadn’t actually given Jeffery an answer. She imagined him sitting at the table with his head in his hands crying. She wanted to go and comfort him. But before she left the bathroom, she heard his fist banging on the door. The sound startled her. Then she heard him turning the knob back and forth.

  “Nicole, what the hell are you doing in there? Are you on the phone?”

  She had never heard him speak to her like that. The only time she had ever seen him lose his temper was during a telephone conversation that he was having with his mother.

  His fist banged on the door several more times. She was afraid that he might knock a hole in the door. That would be enough to get us locked out of the building. She couldn’t just sit there and let him mess up her life even more. And, like she said before, the walls in the building are notoriously thin. If Jeffrey kept on banging like that, someone would be sure to file a complaint with the super. And once that happened who knew where things could end up. Sometimes you got a warning. Other times you got a fine. And sometimes you got evicted.

  “I’m coming out!” She yelled. “Stop banging.”

  She took a few deep breaths and slowly unlocked the door. When she pulled it open Jeffery was on the floor. He looked completely disheveled. He looked so pathetic like that. And she had the desire to comfort him. He looked up at her with his sad puppy- dog eyes. She didn’t respond. She held her arms across her chest and stared down at him. She couldn’t believe that she had been in a relationship with this man for three years and she had never seen this side of him. So this is how he acts when things get a little rough for him and he doesn’t get his way? She snickered and shook her head. He could see that he wasn’t going to be able to talk himself out of this one.

  So instead of talking he crawled over to her and wrapped his arms around her legs. It felt so awkward to be standing there with him like that. She had a strong urge to push him away. But she didn’t want to hurt him anymore. She just wanted to let him know where she stood in their relationship.

  “It’s okay, Jeffrey, it’s okay. Just get off your knees, okay?”

  He looked up at her without saying anything. Then he wiped the tears from his eyes and sniffled. He slowly got back to his feet. When he did, he wrapped his arms around her. His body felt so warm against mine. And before she knew what was happening. She sensed feelings of tenderness and affection welling up inside of her. It was so difficult for her to be angry with this man for very long. He seemed to be able to melt her defenses and break down her walls without even really trying. She wasn’t sure whether she was a pushover or he was extremely manipulative. She sighed and tried to push thoughts from her mind.

  She took his hand and began walking towards the bedroom. He stopped walking and tried to pull her in the other direction.

  “Shouldn’t we finish eating?” He asked. “There’s so much food.”

  She pressed her finger to his lips and told him to follow her. His eyes grew wide with surprise. And then she could have sworn that she saw a sly smile like across his lips. He knew what she wanted. And she wanted him to give it to her better, harder, and deeper than he had ever given it to her before.

  Chapter 9

  The fists and kicks came hard and fast. But Austin didn’t have any problem protecting himself and dodging the few shots that actually came close to landing. He was preparing his own counter-attack. It was three dudes. He recognized the guy he’d dealt with earlier. Well, at least this isn’t gang-related, he thought. I shouldn’t have a problem handling these pussies.

  He smiled, and then brushed a tangle of blond hair out of his eyes. He could be a bit of a prima donna like that, showing off for the onlookers, especially the pretty ladies, but he’d also want to send a message to all the men gathered round. He was the big cock. The giant, cosmic, radioactive, super-hero cock. The only cock needed when he was on the block.

  PAM!!!

  Austin’s head snapped back, his eyes closed. His head hit the pavement with a loud thump.

  “OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH”, said the onlookers that had gathered around. And then a few of them giggled and pointed their phones in the direction of his sprawled out body. The punch had caught him on the blind side. The cheap-shot artist scurried off into the night, while the three dudes that had been about to jump on Austin stood over him with confused expressions.

  They whispered something amongst themselves and then took off, pushing their way through the four-person deep crowd that had converged on the site.

  Austin felt a ringing in his ears as he limped into the dingy McDonald’s near Penn Station. He’d heard through the grapevine about this. It was a good spot to buy and sell some dope. He was definitely looking to get his hand on a bit of heroin; then he would find some hookers and party. He was done with square girls for the evening. He would stick to the kind of women who would understand his frontier a wild man on the loose on a bike, living a gun-slinging, dope-dealing life of a white trash cowboy from the southwest of these here United States.

  A bottle of Jack Daniels and some Heinekens would be perfect to wash it down. His cock was getting hard just thinking about the fun that he was going to have.

  Austin surveyed the scene. This was definitely the shadiest, most drugs infested McDonald’s he’d seen in his life. And he’d seen more than a couple during the road trips on his bike. People, wearing clothes that looked and smelled like they hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, occupied most of the restaurant’s tables. They were nodding out, arguing with each other, or talking to themselves.

  Austin saw one dude go into a bathroom. A few seconds later a woman came out of the same door. Austin smiled and shook his head. It was going to be easier than he’d hoped to find some dope in this place. Maybe when they get a little more comfortable they’ll start slinging it closer to the front.

  I need to get the hell out of here as soon as I get my shit. The cops can’t be too far away. They’ll nab somebody on something small if they want a big favor. There was no doubt that they kept some type of surveillance on this place.

  Austin stepped into the bathroom. A Puerto Rican dude with red eyes and gaunt face looked Austin up and down.

  Austin thought for a moment that there might be a problem. He was getting a bad vibe from this dude. He wasn’t really used to dealing with Puerto Ricans and didn’t really know what angle to take.

  A big smile opened the dude’s mouth disgustingly wide. He looked like his fucking jaw was going to come unstuck. Only half of his mouth held any teeth. They were distinctly of a brown and yellowish hue. It wouldn’t be long before his mouth, as well as the rest of him, shriveled up into a death and rotted as pitifully as he had lived.

  But there was another dragon to slay, a horse to ride, and, so the story goes, an addict whirls around and around repeating the same act over and over and over again, one day, two days, three days, every day.

  “Two bags of H,” he said.

  “Forty.”

  Bags in hand, he hurried out of that shit before its death grip descended upon him. He would never get that low, he promised himself. He would never allow himself to fall so far that he could never live with dignity again. That was a life for suckers and punks and losers. And his Daddy, a son of a bitch who liked to smack around his Momma and fuck whores right under her nose. On more than one occasion he did the dirty deed with a hooker, while his own wife lay in the bed sobbing herself to sleep, wondering when this hell would ever end.

  Austin hoped that a few snorts of heroin would help take away the ringing in his ears. He’d never heard of that particular remedy. But it seemed like it would be worth a try.

  Now all he needed was the whores. He hopped on his hog and revved the engine. He felt like letting out a giant roar and making the sky tremble. His mojo was definitely coming back. He’d been sucker-punched, cold-cocked, chin-checked. But that didn’t mean shit now. His cock was stiff in his pants. And he could feel the blood coursing through his muscular arms.

 
He roared off into the night, and headed for the bright lights and crowded streets of Times Square. He hadn’t even been looking for a whore earlier, when he caught a few out of the corner of his eye, plying their wares and watching out for cops. Coppers. Especially those under-covers, vice-squad coppers looking to bring an end to the scourge of prostitution.

  Chapter 10

  The next morning, Jeffrey had to leave early for work so Nicole stayed in the bed longer than she should have. She had her iPad on her lap and her headphones on her ears. She didn’t know how she ended up watching it, but her eyes were locked on episode after episode of a show that centered on a violent motorcycle gang. She’d never been into those guys and she certainly didn’t approve of that lifestyle. She had no idea why the show had done such a good job pulling her in. But it might have been something about the men. No, that’s not the way to put it at all. It was, without any shadow of a doubt, about the men. They were so damn sexy! Nothing at all like the man she had just agreed to marry just hours ago.

  They were tough and macho and cruel and sexual and muscular. They were so many things, so many mouth-watering, pussy-moistening, lip-licking good things. They represented danger, adventure, and life on the open road, free from restraints. But there was she, going off being silly again. Imagining that somehow she could have a different life. She was being foolish. She knew that. It was just a stupid TV show. In real life, bikers were fat and middle-age. Riding around on bikes and wearing silly jackets is how they tried to fight against the reality of getting older. It was their way of staying in touch with some part of their childhood. Nicole wasn’t sure how’d she strayed off into that line of pseudo psycho-analysis, but she quickly got a hold of herself. She didn’t give a damn about what the average biker in America looked like. She didn’t give a damn about the overweight, weekend warrior, desperately to prove their masculinity, while doing everything in their power to prove that they hadn’t progressed beyond the level of boys—boys with big bellies and big-load toys.

  No, she didn’t give a damn about any of that. What she cared about was her wet pussy that yearned for a cock other than Jeffery’s. It was a strange feeling that she was trying to work through. He had been magnificent the night before –full of passion and vigor and just the right amount of dirty talk. But it wasn’t enough. She knew that she would never really be satisfied with him.

  She couldn’t go on living life like this. She had to get out of that apartment, maybe out of that city. She wasn’t the kind of woman who had built a reputation for doing rash things, throwing the die into the middle of the table. But maybe, just maybe, it was time for her to make that change, to become that brave, fearless woman. This engagement and the subsequent marriage would end up killing her. She could never be one hundred percent faithful to him. She would never be able to entirely submit. He wasn’t the kind of man who would ever be capable of earning that from her.

  There was no more time to waste. Now that she had made up her mind, Nicole didn’t want to wait before she took this monumental step in her life. The rest of her day was completely wasted. She spent several hours on the phone begging and pleading for a moving company to help her move out immediately. She kept getting turned down. They needed more time. Didn’t have enough time. Mover had too many other appointments. One excuse after another. It got so bad that she even told a few of the companies that she was a victim of domestic violence and desperately needed to get away while he was at work. But even that wasn’t enough to persuade any of them to come help her at the last minute. If she was going to figure her way out of this situation then she was going to have to do it alone.

  She decided that she would only take a couple bags with her. It wasn’t an easy decision for her to arrive at. There was no telling what Jeffrey would do when he found out that she had broken off the engagement and the entire relationship all together. He would certainly be a boiling kettle of rage. He didn’t seem like a very mean or aggressive man. But he could be both of those things in heavy amounts if he felt jealous or insulted.

  This would be the worst, the most painful insult that he could possibly take. The woman whom he loved more than he’d ever loved before had walked out on him while he was at work trying to earn enough to help pay off the ring and put a little money down for the really big ring and then more for the wedding. He had planned on working his ass off, showing up earlier and leaving later than ever before. But that opportunity had been snatched from him. Sure, she’d said yes to his proposal. At least some part of her must have been willing to take the matrimonial plunge with him.

  Was it a case of cold feet, coquetry or butterflies in the belly? Was it simply a woman deciding that it was time to take charge of her life? To do what it is that she needed to do.

  With her two large suitcases in hand and a fully-stuffed backpack strapped to her, Nicole walked out of her building and on to the busy street. For some reason this New York landscape looked different to her. Everything around her seemed bright and vibrant, so full of possibility and adventure, but also risk and danger. She couldn’t wait to take the leap into the life that the turbulent New York waters held for her.

  She rode a cab to the Ritz-Carlton on 34th. The place wasn’t cheap. Not one bit. And that’s why Nicole wanted to stay there. If she was going to branch out into a new life, then she might as well do it in style. She smiled as she got out of the cab and prepared to walk into the luxurious hotel. But the sound of a loud engine caught her attention. She turned to see where the loud obnoxious sound was coming from. “Those stupid bikers”, she said to herself. “They’re always trying to get some attention. What a bunch of little boys”.

  But when she turned around, her mouth dropped open as she saw the biker who was kicking up all that noise. That face and build looked so familiar. She could have sworn that she’d seen him somewhere before.

  He swung one of his meaty legs off the bike and then the other. He looked around him with an air of dominance and then began walking towards the entrance. Nicole hadn’t moved for the last several moments as she’d watched the biker stud park his ride.

  As he came towards her, she blushed and lowered her eyes. But her attraction and curiosity were too strong. She raised her eyes right as the hunk was about to pass her.

  “Oh my God”, she said out loud, nearly fainting. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

  When she opened them, the biker was gone. She looked around frantically and then rushed into the hotel lobby. She absolutely had to find him. But where the hell was he?

  “Ma’am can I help you?” A pasty-faced man, wearing the hotel’s drab, brown uniform, smiled at her.

  She backed away from him. She had a strong desire to slap him in the face. Nicole had never been a violent person, yet there was something about his face that seemed to warrant a good slap or two.

  The sound of the elevator bell snapped Nicole out of her slightly sadistic reverie. That’s where he had gone! She hurried off in the direction of the elevators. The doors to one of them were about to close.

  She yelled out, “Hold those doors. Hold them!”

  The doors continued to close.

  And suddenly they stopped closing and began opening. Nicole was panting and completely out of breath. She was going to see him. He was behind those doors.

  But unfortunately he was not. But there was elderly couple staring at her with alarm. She must have looked crazy at that moment. What the hell had she done with her life? She dropped to the floor and held her face in her hands.

  When the blonde hunk in the black leather jacket turned around, Nicole nearly fainted. It was him. Austin. The jerk who’d gotten her fired. He was part of the reason her life was in such disarray. She should've been furious with him. She should've ranted and raged, kicked and screamed.

  But she didn't feel any of those emotions. Electric currents of desire shot through her body.

  Moments later, they walked into the hotel bar. Austin apologized profusely for having canceled the wedd
ing. And he was even more apologetic when she told him that she had lost her job.

  “It's okay,” she said, lowering her eyes.

  “Hell no. It's not okay,” Austin said. “I promise to make it up to you.”

  Nicole raised her eyes and smiled timidly.

  “How do you feel about relocating out West?”

  Nicole's eyes opened with surprise.

  “What? I have a real estate company in Denver. I already have a couple women working there. And I would love to add you to the team.”

  Nicole smiled and shook her head up and down.

  “To brand new beginnings,” Austin said, raising his glass in the air.

  As they clinked glasses, Austin kept his eyes fixed on her. Nicole blushed deep red and lowered her eyes. She could feel waves of pleasure washing over her. Damn he was hot!

  They spent the next few days in Austin's hotel room, rolling around in the bed, sipping $200 champagne, eating lox and olives and shrimp and caviar. At the end of the week, they both hopped onto Austin's bike and made the long trip out West. Nicole didn't know exactly where they were headed and she really didn't care. As long as she had her arms wrapped around his waist, she wouldn't have a care in the world.

  One of the first things they did when they got to Denver was to take a short road trip in Austin’s pick-up truck.

  “You look very pretty,” he said. “Those colors look great on you.”

  She blushed and took note of the light blue and white pattern of her dress. If those were the colors he liked, then she would be sure to wear them again.

  “So are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

  “You don’t like surprises?” Austin asked with a big grin on his face. His smile always made her legs tingle. He seemed so confident and in control.