James looked down in absolute horror. She couldn't believe it. Looking up at her from tangle of pillows and stained bedsheets was the greasy punk that had been working in the office of the storage space. Two other facts burned themselves into poor James's mind and retina. The little creep was stark naked. There were tattoos and piercings everywhere.
"You okay, babe?" He yawned, completely oblivious to any fear or revulsion on James's part. Noting her silence the young guy finally looked up at her. "Heh. Funny shirt."
James looked down and finally realized just what shirt she had put on. It read, I have the pussy, so I make the rules. Forcing aside her mortification, her mind began to race. What was this guy doing here? James realized she didn't even know his name. She had obviously had sex with him, though she didn't remember a thing. Oddly, she felt a little guilty. During the entire time she had believed herself to really be Jill, James had never once been unfaithful to Otis. Now she had betrayed him with this creepy little freak and was so drunk she didn;t even know how it happened.
"You okay?" The young man sounded half-irritated, half-worried. He was looking up at her with an expression that seemed to say he wished he had woken up first and been the one to sneak out.
"God, uh, I'm," James shook her head, hating the sound of her own voice. She was tired and scared and angry, all of which meant the Southern accent she had inherited from Jill was thicker than normal, "I don't even know how to say this - - What's your name? Who are you?"
"Huh?" Mr. Pierced and Tattooed wrinkled up his face in sleepy confusion. A moment later his expression cleared, "Oh - - oh yeah, you were pretty drunk. I guess we didn't really do introductions either. I'm Matt."
"Matt - - okay, well, nice to meet you, Matt," james rolled her eyes comically, "I guess we had some fun, huh? But look, I got to be getting a move on, so - - thanks, I guess!"
James made to go, turning away and, without waiting for a response, she made a dash for the door. It was only Matt's next few words that made her suddenly stop shor, one hand on the doorknob leading to the outside world and freedom. Just then she desperately wanted out of this corner of hell disguised as a motel room. She didn;t care how Matt had found her and managed to fuck her. James just wanted out - - out of Jill's body - - out of Jill's life.
She offered up a brief prayer of thanks to whatever power was watching over her that she had not made it outside until Matt had blurted out that one sentence.
"Hey! I thought you wanted to know what happened to your stuff!"
James froze in place, "What do you - - what stuff?"
"Your junk from the storage place," Matt said a touch desperately. James was obviously freaking Matt out with her scatter-brained antics, but the little creep didn't want her to leave either. "Remember? You said you'd make all my dreams come true if I told you where the took it?"
"They took who?" James said stupidly, briefly stunned by the import of what Matt was saying. She felt a wild, almost painful surge of hope well up inside her chest and tried to ignore the bit about Matt's dreams-come-true, "I mean, they who?"
"What do you mean who? I thought you said she was your sister," Matt sat up on the edge of the bed, totally unconcerned with his nakedness. James saw why. He was on the muscular side of scrawny, even a little shorter than her female form, but he was hung like a horse.
"Besides," Matt's voice became a little surly, "You got miles to go before I tell you where she's at. You said any time, any way, all day. Then I tell you. That was the deal."
Feeling the walls of the motel close around her like a prison James swayed on her feet. What the hell was going on? What had she told this kid? She could only guess that he had shown up while she was drunk. She certainly couldn't have made it all the way to the storage place and back in her condition last night. That meant he had followed her. Why? The ice-cold oil of fear spread through her guts, making her almost sick.
Apparently, she had made a devil's bargain. Matt knew something about where Jill was and what she had done with the stuff from her old apartment. In amongst that stuff, if God was kind, was the medallion and the ticket home. If she wanted to find out what he knew she had obviously promised to fuck his brains out.
James turned away from the door and shrugged the tote bag off her shoulder, letting it fall to the floor. Walking back over to the bed, she set her purse on the nightstand, letting her breasts hang in Matt's face for a moment longer than necessary. James was tapping into the part of her that had become Jill. She would need that side of herself to survive the things she was about to do, but as she straightened back up and stepped back, letting Matt's eyes take in the sleek curves of her body, James made herself a promise.
In order to get the medallion she would give Matt her body, but once she had it she would give him her body in a way he could never have imagined.
Forcing calm she didn't feel, James let her hand drift through Matt's spikey black hair and tried to make her voice into a sexy purr, "I'm sorry, baby. Just - - you were a little freaky last night. I got scared. It won't happen again."
"Good, right," Matt nodded his head as if trying to get into his tough guy act, "It better not."
"It won't," James cooed, remembering how she had wheedled Otis into forgiving her for various transgressions, "I'll be good. I promise!"
"I know you will," Matt grinned like a high school bully and gestured down at his massive cock, which was already twitching to life, "Now - - if you want to me to make you happy, you make me happy."
