The scummy man (II)

Leonard was rude beyond belief. That arrogant bastard really thought he was much better than the rest of humanity. He believed he had the right to look down on everybody, and that included Demonius.

When we left Chez François, Demonius stopped a taxi and went back home, visibly upset for not having been invited to our private party.

Leonard put his arm around my shoulder and we walked to his white limousine. We waited until the driver opened the door for us and he gently pushed me in. He didn’t miss the chance to hike up my skirt and spank my butt. I pretended to be surprised and that made him laugh loud. I remained stolid, expecting things would get worse in the next minutes.

We sat on the back seat of the car. He got real close and poured himself a long glass of whisky. Then, he took two blue pills from his pocket and swallowed them with the whisky in one gulp.

Yes, blue pills, the kind that make guys flush and get a splitting headache before they start seeing smurfs, among other remarkable side effects. You guessed it: not only one, but he had two Viagras. So he was paving the way for a crazy sex session. How thoughtful he had been to think I’d love to see an endless erection that night!

He removed his tie and undid the first button of his shirt, sweating like a pig. I started to worry.

- Hike up your skirt for me, Leni. –he said, leaning on the back seat-

That was childish, wasn’t it? I had heard that request a zillion times when I was at kindergarten. But now it was not that funny.

I pulled up my skirt a bit. I felt his fingernails gliding over my inner thighs, and around to my butt. He then pushed me towards him and ordered:

- Now show me what you hide there.
- Where? –I asked, naively-
- Right here, silly. –he answered, squeezing my pussy-

From that moment on, I decided to stop asking stupid questions.

He tried to pull my knickers down and finally ripped them off me impatiently. Then, he took them, pressed them to his nose and took a deep sniff, closing his eyes and moaning.

I didn’t want to have a quickie on our way to the hotel, so if I wanted my plan to succeed, I had to be fast and go at it full swing, or he would suspect.

Then, with incredible sangfroid, I asked him:

- Leo… why don’t we go to your hotel suite? I know a few games that you may like to play with me…

I unbuttoned my shirt slowly. I was amazed at my coolness. He reached out his hand to touch my breasts, but I covered them quickly.

- Not yet, dude. I want you to pour your whisky on me and then lick it clean. But that will be when we are in your hotel. So for the moment… keep your hands off me.

His eyes flashed an evil glimmer.

- What a cockteaser you are –he said-

My heart was beating like a machine gun. He was so obsessed trying to remove my shirt, that I could manage to drop the sleeping pills in his drink when he was not looking. In the meantime, he started to finger me. I pretended I was enjoying it, just hoping he would end soon.

The car stopped in front of the hotel gate. I hurried him:

- Oh jeez, Leo, take me to your room… I’m so horny that I just can’t wait.
- Let’s do it here, slut.
- No. I can’t. I need some privacy.

Slut? Was he calling me slut? I actually needed some privacy to kick his balls too. Definitely, I was not good at that job. Gosh, when were the sleeping pills going to take effect???

The limousine stopped in front of the hotel and we rushed to his suite.

There, he pushed me on the sofa, ripped my shirt off and cupped my breasts with the palms of his hands. He grabbed my arms, as if I would be going to escape and whispered in my ear:

- I’m going to fuck you until you get sore, Leni. So you better get ready.

His fly was open and his erect dick was sticking out of it. He took it in his hand and asked:

- How do you like it? Isn't it gorgeous?

Suddenly, his eyelids started falling down slowly. His whole body loosened up and collapsed on the carpet, finally falling asleep on the spot, just as the airport chemist had predicted.

- How do I like your dick, asshole? Why don't you put your nose in your ear and blow your brains out? This is how I like your dick! –I shouted, kicking him in the ribs-

Leonard snored loudly on the floor, his erect dick still grotesquely showing through the fly of his pants.

It was 3am when I finally could get rid of him. He had been breathing on my neck all day. I tried to button up my shirt, but it was torn. I couldn’t find my knickers. My mascara had run and my lipstick smudged.

I took my handbag hurriedly and left the hotel suite. I looked so horrible that I took the emergency exit stairs instead of the elevator, just in case someone would come across me and call the police.

I walked down the streets and cried, feeling rage and anger, feeling dirty and devalued. And it was only my fault.

"Sullen girl" (Fiona Apple)