(Selection from
Ugly Vegas)
Eddie's voice cut to the quick and with a hushed gasp, the Baroness looks to its source. The doorway.. So he'd either been watching all along or he came moseying by at the end to show good 'ole Rudy the door. Like the delivery man, Lara feels guilty, kneeling there, her lips shiny with another man's ejaculate. Guilty that she'd crumbled so easily to the will of not the lesser man but of Eddie. She licks slowly at the sore spots on her mouth but doesn't get up from her kneel.
"Is it because I've been with so many men.. that you don't want me?" No blow jobs because her mouth is a dumping ground. No sex for the same reason. Maybe that's why Quist is as stand-offish as he is.. and why he prefers to merely watch her take on man after man.
Gone in Sixty Seconds. Rudy dashed from the penthouse suite without ever looking back, leaving the blonde foreign bitch and the Vegas Snowman to their lonesome once again. Eddie remained there in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at Lara on the bedroom floor as she seemed once again to beg something from him. The girl wanted.. to be wanted. Wanted by him, no less. And yet he remained there, staring down at her with the same stony, passionless expression all the while. Gone were the shits and grins from his previous egging of Rudy the clothing delivery guy. And what seemed a fun game, was now quite over.
It was amusing the way a broad concluded her worthlessness if she got rejected the least little bit. And here this bitch,
Lara Mortonmere could have any dick she wanted. Any dick at all. Eddie didn't answer her. His mood seemed to have changed a bit in the past half hour or so.
Lara doesn't do well to be stared at. Her hopeful expression falters as her eyes seek solace in a stare to the carpet, down and away from Eddie. She's a vision. Honey skin, long blonde hair, features that make a man's mouth water but he makes her feel like soap scum ringing a neglected bath tub. He wasn't going to answer. Or maybe he didn't need to but with a clipped nod, she at last rises from her subservient kneel to look about for something to where. None of her clothes await her in the bed room.. she'd shed them prior to her arrival here so with a barely audible sigh, she tries to edge past Eddie, trying to hug the wall opposite from him so she wouldn't be the added spark to his powder keg. His silences frightened her.
Eddie stuck his leg out there inside the door's frame, refusing to grant her passage to the other side, still garbed in a filthy pair of Levis that he'd never bothered to zip up.. ever since Rudy had entered their suite to deliver clothes. His tip far more generous than the twenty bill Lara had originally intended to give him -- two sips off a spilled beer and a blow job.
"Go to bed, Baby Doll," he finally broke his silence at last.
Blocked from passing, her dark eyes fly to his face.. but seeing no fury edged there in sharp relief, Lara allows herself a shaky breath. All that was in her wanted to slide her hand down the exposed patch of flesh between the flaps of his jeans, to make him happy.. and liking her better but touching Eddie could spell disaster. With a bite to her bottom lip, she brushes her fingertips over denim alone, one of those flaps batted away from his stomach to better the view. She's in love with Quist.. in her own way. In their own way.
"Yes, Eddie.." she whispers, retreating from him to pad back over to one side of the bed. Obediently she slides beneath the covers, turning down his side.. in case he wished to follow.
Eddie kind of liked the broad. Funny that. For the man didn't much like anyone at all. That is not to say he disliked anyone. e was simply indifferent.. to the whole human race. A social pariah who could easily enough turn on the charm and pretense, in order to get what he wanted. Until the scene was over. He'd not endure a close relationship for any other reason, than to gain something for himself. He'd tolerated Rudy just long enough.. not so much to sate his penchant for voyeurism, but perhaps to sate the hungry whore, Lara. Who seemed.. insatiable. Look at her! Still wanting something more.
Eddie remained there, standing in the doorway with both arms folded over his chest for several minutes after the broad turned back and crawled into the big, king-sized bed. It seemed he might have been contemplating leaving.. the way his jaw twitched once or twice.
"Don't go.. stay.." She whispers. No longer reclining with her head on the pillow, Lara lifted up to gently pat the spot beside her, straightening the pillow slightly. He hadn't followed and the Baroness can sense she is about to lose him to beer and the boob tube.
"I could rub your back, Eddie. Or .. we can just sleep. When was the last time we slept?"
Together they'd been awake for more than one day, possibly two. The past hours bled together and she wasn't sure what day it was. And she should be more worried about the American police and that lech, Carlo whatever, but right now, she only wants Eddie Quist to like her. Just a little. Especially after Rudy.. because for some reason or another, Lara is sure that whole episode is all her fault. She'd failed some test. She should have said no.
She ought to be crashing soon enough after her last hit of coke -- especially after the three-day no-sleep marathon. And whether the insatiable little crack whore realized it or not, Edward Quist meant to take care of her needs. Food, sleep, sexual gratification in one way or another, and permission to use the crapper any damn time she needed. The bare essentials for survival. What was odd.. was that he cared at all. Eddie could just as easily crash out on the couch in front of the tv, and seemed to have every intention of doing so. That is until she rose up and gave a pat to the fluffy king-sized pillow in its crisp white linen case.
His arms unfolded and at last he pushed himself from the door frame and right into the bedroom. Near the bed he turned his back to her and tugged his filthy Levis right off. They were stiff enough almost to stand there on their own -- and even walk away. And right afterward, Eddie sat down on the edge of the bed with his back to Lara, and stared out at the glittering neon Vegas panorama out the large bay window. He hadn't slept.. since he met the bitch.
"Been days," he said quietly.
In her own right, Lara plays a little hard ball. The sheet does lovely things to her beautifully full breasts, sliding down their firm, tawny slopes to catch for a breathless moment at her nipples before falling away to her lap. She crosses her long legs when he approaches, turning towards him to ever-so gently run her hand down his back. It is soothing, not sexual for his words bring it home how bloody weather-worn they are. She doesn't say anything more, worried she might topple the precariously balanced apple cart and screw herself out of this tiny concession. She gets to rub his back. First only one handed and tentatively at that.. but finally Lara gathers her legs beneath her to kneel naked behind him. She feels something.. a connection. It stands out from the pleasant buzz in her head. Eddie needs her. He wouldn't hit her.. or get angry if he didn't feel something. She runs her hands over him slowly sometimes going as high as the back of his neck, sometimes as far as the ends of his shoulders.
Eddie didn't writhe or twist the way most would do under such a slow caress of hands. Instead he sat there motionless.. lost in some kind of daze in his own world where none were privy to enter. And for several minutes he simply tolerated the woman's closeness; didn't shove her away. Then after a particular long and silent spell, he asked very quietly:
"Why'd you suck him?"
One would think that question would be a shocker but Lara is either too tired to feel that emotion or she saw it coming. So how to answer it? She stares at his shoulder in thought, making tiny figure eights on his warm warm skin.
"At first.. because you wanted me to, Eddie." His shared wink.. his offering her up like his own little complimentary gift. It had made her feel good to be considered his property, even if that later waned.
Cock sucking seemed such a selfless act; nothing at all in it for the one who knelt and sucked. It was the purest act of giving from bitch to alpha.. and one he'd seen plenty of in all his years behind bars in the Leavenworth federal penitentiary. So why had she chosen the subservient cock-sucking when she could have had herself a nice fuck between the legs, replete with kisses and hugs and shit? When it seemed Lara hadn't gotten the gist of his question, he turned his head aside and glanced back at her with a stretch from the corners of his eyes.
"Why didn't you just let him fuck you, instead?" He laid his hand down right atop the broad's knee.
Lara frowns slightly and when the pretty lady frowns, her lips pooch out in a lovely pout.
"Because.. I wanted
someone else."
Women were finicky like that. Even whores could go strange and prefer the man who got them hot and bothered in the first place to sate them. Maybe it wouldn't have mattered and she might've richly enjoyed riding Rudy's thick prong but not when Eddie wasn't her lover too. The fact he hadn't taken the plunge -- but wasn't adverse to doing so with other women, aka that despot bitch, Rebecca -- made Lara feel like she wasn't good enough. And it also made him three thousand times more alluring. Lara wanted what she cannot have.
"Did I do bad by not fucking him? I thought you wanted me to make him happy, Eddie.. I'm sorry.."
Lara was given a glimpse inside. Just a mere glimpse where she was no longer the outsider, but the third wheel Rudy was instead. Rudy had been the set-up, afterall. The one meant to put on a show and perform; the one meant to be useful and butter up a hungry whore's cunt.
"Don't be suckin' dicks no more, Baby Doll." Eddie squeezed her knee, deciding right then and there that he didn't like the broad suckin' the dicks of johns.
"I don't want you doin' that." And that was that. Though interestingly enough, he'd tolerated her sucking
his own flaccid cock right before Rudy had arrived with his delivery of clothes. But.. that was different. Lara was
his bitch.
Eddie pushed her knee aside and finally laid himself down on the bed, stretching out flat while staring up at the ceiling.
But. .but.. he'd insisted she suck the cabbie's dick! He was going to beat her black and blue if she did not and by his own admission Eddie had richly enjoyed playing voyeur to her oral skills. Lara doesn't argue with him though, she only nods while trying her best to use her tongue as a squee-gee and get rid all the remnants of Rudy's cum out of her mouth. Eddie didn't like what she did, even if the delivery man sure did.
"I promise.. I won't any more," she whispers, moving aside when it appears he wants to stretch down on the soft coverlet. She runs her nails up and down his nearest arm, studying the many tattoos that cover it as well as his shoulder.
The felon could change his mind on a dime, and very often did without a hint of warning, either. Whatever went through his head, his own logic, his own warped perceptions.. he wasn't much for sharing. Though it was a fairly safe assumption that much of his psyche had been shaped from not only the decades of imprisonment.. but being reared at the hands of a non-functioning alcoholic mother and her myriad of abusive, live-in lovers. And for as much as he hated the white-trash cunt.. here he was tangled up with a woman who was probably just like her! Odd that. But then again, people did tend to live out their existence in tail-chasing cycles of repetition.
Eddie reached up with that same arm Lara was fingering, only to curl it around her and drag her right down to lay against him, opening his door just another hair.
She wants desperately to be a good bitch. To please him until he passes out, but Lara's body betrays her once snuggled against his side. She lays her head down beside Quist's shoulder and her hand which had been lightly stroking up and down his arm, makes its passes instead to his chest, yet slower and slower. He was holding her. It made her feel so good she forgot all about her foibles with Rudy and about hunter Blair and the American police. With a happy sigh, Lara closes her eyes to what seems like the first time in centuries since she's allowed her lashes to fully decend.
"You smell so good.." she mumbles and passes out completely.
Sleep doesn't come so easily to Edward Quist. He's been somewhat of an insomniac.. or perhaps just a very light sleeper, for most of his life. It was part and parcel with survival. And he was the quintessential survivor in the kind of a life that would have left most a victimized casualty. Eddie's instincts are damn near bestial in a dog-eat-dog, cut throat world.
And for as many hours as it took while the bitch slept soundly and wrapped in his arm, Eddie drifted in and out of sleep.. blinking his eyes wide awake at least twenty times or more all throughout.. in a good fourteen hour pass.
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