Impulse

Key Darling was at the end of her rope, that’s a fact. And it’s about the only thing that explains what led her to Days Inn Motel, off Rte. 130 in Cinnaminson New Jersey. Two months ago her life had an entirely different outlook, one that she never imagined would lead her to this moment, staring at room 111, afraid to go inside and too desperate not to.

Once Scott left her, things only got worse. Sure, he was an asshole boyfriend who only paid her attention when he wanted to get his dick sucked or his clothes washed; but one thing Key couldn’t complain about was the extra income he brought in. She never worried about bills, now that’s all she worried about. Well, that and where her next drink was coming from.

Yes, these last two months had also turned her into an aspiring alcoholic, though she wasn’t quite ready to admit that to herself. In fact, she slammed two shots of Jim Beam this morning, just to wrap her head around what was waiting for her beyond room 111.

The Craigslist ad was so straightforward it was almost comical. But there was something about it that drew Key in like a hopeless moth to a flame:

Looking for a dominant, sexy woman to take charge. Mid-40’s attractive male, in shape, very generou$  Need to be taught a lesson, been a very bad boy. NO SEX OR NUDITY INVOLVED!! Serious inquirie$ only.

What brought Key to South Jersey Craigslist was a fruitless job search, but boredom led her to the personals, M seeking W. Most of the ads she clicked on were pictures of dicks encircling the colors of the rainbow. Needless to say that got real old real fast. But there was something about this ad that made her respond.

Of course, the strategically placed dollar signs may have had something to do with it…

She e-mailed the man who called himself “Mike”. They chatted on the phone soon after for voice-verification. His was professional in his demeanor, almost Lawyer like. He told her he worked a very stressful job, and needed a release that his wife couldn’t fulfill. Key hardly uttered a word for the entire 10-minute conversation, as he went into detail about his request. It seemed he wanted her to be as comfortable as possible, and clear as a bell about what he didn’t want most of all

“As I said in the ad, I don’t want sex; I don’t even want to see you naked. I just want you to take care of me.”

Key wasn’t sure what the hell that meant, and didn’t ask. Besides, the amount of money he offered was too much to turn down; especially with rent due the next day. Ugh, that damn rent, and the car payment, and the stupid cable, Internet, and phone. And let’s not forget the booze. That was more important to her than ever before.

Key sat in her run-down car a few minutes more, nursing another sip of Beam from a small bottle she picked up from the Liquor store –no way could she do this sober. There was no time to think about the danger she was possibly walking into: what if it was a setup? What if he was a Cop? What if he was a Psycho killer? 

“What if I get kicked out”? Key asked herself out loud, “What if I’m fucking homeless –then what”? 

There was no more time for thinking. She couldn’t afford to do that anymore –literally. Key finished the bottle in one healthy swig, checked her demure makeup for the 5^th time, popped a mint, and exited from the car. She smoothed out her black miniskirt, and white button-down blouse as she took in the crisp afternoon fall air. “Mike” asked her to wear sexy office attire, and this was the best she could come up with. To the outsider, it would look like she was a corporate floozy; Key guessed that’s the look he was going for. She found it a little strange he never once asked to see a picture of her beforehand; but then she realized it really didn’t matter what she looked like, since there would be no sex involved anyway. Her small heels echoed on the pavement at an alarmingly loud rate, as if they were signaling to everyone in the Motel what she was doing there. Key steadied her breathing, and walked up to the door.

The knob turned easily in her hand. She childishly shut her eyes as she glided in, afraid to look around as the cool darkness of the room enveloped her senses. As Key opened her eyes again, she took in the simple décor of the Motel room. The curtains were drawn tight; the only light seeping from the T.V. set on mute. Key quietly eased in, and locked the door behind her. The king-sized bed was unattended and perfectly made, as if the housekeeper had just left. The shower was running, but Key expected that. “Mike” said he wanted to be clean for what was going to happen. Near the door sat a briefcase, and light coat, but Key couldn’t bring herself to touch it. Instead, she took the opportunity to inspect the room, half-expecting to find knives behind the hung portraits, guns under the bed, or duct tape and rope behind the modest entertainment center –nothing. Key sighed in relief as she sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the closed bathroom door. 

There was still time to get her car, haul ass and forget about all of this; but Key knew she wouldn’t do that, she couldn’t. Two thousand dollars kept her feet firmly planted on the olive carpeting beneath her. That money would solve her all her problems, for now anyway. She could pay her damn rent, catch up on her bills, and have enough left over to get trashed for a few weeks –not that she needed to.

As Key fantasized about money she didn’t have, the shower stopped. He head snapped at attention as the bathroom door gradually opened. Fresh steam billowed from the bathroom, with the smell of Ivory soap quickly following. And there he was, “Mike”. Key couldn’t tear her eyes from him as he looked at her with kind blue eyes, tanned skin, and impressive semi-muscular build. He didn’t lie about his appearance, Key was happy to see. His mid-40’s naked physique was clearly being taken cared of. 

“Hi” Was all she could choke out.

“Hey yourself”, he smiled, “I’m glad you didn’t stand me up”.

Key had to laugh at that. Clearly unashamed of being the only nude person in the room, he remained in the bathroom doorway, taking in Key’s features.

“Do me a favor”? He pointed toward his briefcase, “Set that on the bed for me”.

Glad to get her curiosity satisfied, Key did what he asked. “The combination is 6432”. He said offhandedly with a cocked grin, “You have to unlock it, see”? Key fumbled with the briefcase, and realized what he meant. It was a combination-coded. She gingerly thumbed at it until the briefcase popped open. Inside was an unmarked thick white envelope, and extra long leather belt, way too big for his stature. Key froze. She realized this was one thing that could definitely be used as a weapon.

“It’s not what you think” He replied, reading her puzzled face, “That’s for you”.

“That’s what I’m afraid of”. She said dryly.

All of a sudden, “Mike” dropped to his knees, and scooted in front of Key. He pulled the belt out of the briefcase, placing it in her hands.

“Can you do this for me”?

“Huh”?

“Beat me”. He said, without a trace of humor, “Please hurry, before the water dries on my skin…I like the sting of it, you see”. His crystal eyes stared into Key’s for approval, “That money is yours if you do this, it’s all I want. Just take care of me, and you can walk out of here two-thousand dollars richer”. He gripped Key’s hand tighter around the belt, snapping it on his forearm. Key jumped in surprise, as “Mike” grinned in pleasure. “See”? He chuckled, “You can do it”.

He laid down on the floor in a fetal position, facing Key. Slowly, he started playing with his pink dick, eyes yearning to be taught a lesson. Nervously, Key hit his ass cheek with a half-hearted whack!

“Harder”. He moaned, coating the head of his cock with precum

With that one word, Key abandoned her timid nature and proceeded to strike “Mike” like he was trying to rape her. Each time she brought the belt down on his progressively scarlet body, Key imagined herself beating Scott, and cursing him for leaving her high and dry. Suddenly, this whole scenario didn’t seem so crazy after all. Something had awakened in her, and it frightened her how much she was starting to enjoy herself.

She whipped at his, legs and back, but paid special attention to his ass. Every time the belt made contact with it, “Mike” squeezed and stroked his cock with feverish urgency.

“Harder, fuck”! He yelled, as tears streamed down his face, “I’m almost there”! Key switched hands and kept up the pace as best as she could, allowing all her anger over these past few months to be channeled through the belt and onto “Mikes” poor swelling body.

“Oh God, I’m cumming”! 

With the final lash, “Mike” cried out and exploded his seed all over the carpet, with multiple spasms following. The only thing Key could do was gawk at the sight in front of her; afraid she might scream, or even laugh at any moment. 

He crawled over to the bed, to the briefcase, “Here” He handed Key the envelope breathlessly, “You earned it”. As he spoke, it seemed as if the welts on his body became an even more brutal shade of red. Key didn’t know what else to say. Her pounding heart quieted to a rhythmic thump as she dropped the belt, grabbed the envelope and backed towards the door.

“You know”, He said, gliding his perfectly manicured fingers over the marks, “We should do this again. What do ya say? Same time, place, in two weeks”?

Key opened the envelope, taking in the sight of all the twenties and fifties. Was this her life now? Beating a guy within an inch of his sanity while he pleasures himself? Who would do something like this to make a living? Was it worth it?

……..But then, there was the matter of rent for the following month, and bills, and booze.

“That depends,” She said finally, “How much are you willing to pay”?