Vacation in Damnation

The Beginning Of The End

The late afternoon sun hung low over the Nevada desert, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the highway. The line of cars stretched out ahead of them like a metal snake, barely inching forward in the stifling heat. Marcus Graves, hands gripping the steering wheel, glared at the seemingly endless traffic jam. His short, slicked-back hair framed a young, boyish face that still held traces of charm, but the rough, unshaken beard on his jaw gave him an edge-a sign of the hardness life had carved into him. Beneath his leather jacket, his well-built body tensed with frustration, muscles coiled tight as they crept along.

Beside him, Sarah sat in the passenger seat, her dark brown hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. A striking streak of white cut through her otherwise dark locks, a distinctive look that always drew attention. Her toned arms and athletic build were evident beneath the simple tank top she wore, a testament to the active lifestyle they both enjoyed. Her freckled face carried a mix of determination and playfulness, though at the moment, she leaned more towards the latter as she tried to lighten the mood.

"I'm glad you're back from your tour," Sarah began, her voice warm and familiar, tinged with the excitement of their long-awaited trip. "I've been dying to hit the casinos with you, maybe win big and then celebrate by checking out some of those clubs with the big honkers." She flashed a mischievous grin, hoping to pull Marcus out of his brooding.

"Yeah," Marcus muttered, barely acknowledging her attempt at humor. His eyes flicked to the side mirror as he saw an opening in the next lane. Deciding to seize the opportunity, he began to merge, but before he could fully move over, a beat-up pickup truck cut him off, squeezing into the space he'd intended to take. Marcus's knuckles whitened as he slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision.

"Damn it!" Marcus yelled, leaning on the horn with a vengeance. The blare of sound filled the car, a futile release for the anger bubbling inside him. "Can you believe that idiot? What the hell is wrong with people?"

Sarah watched him, her grin fading as his frustration continued to build. She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest, her biceps flexing subtly as she did. The attempt at humor hadn't worked, and now she sighed, realizing that Marcus was too caught up in his irritation to relax. But Sarah wasn't one to give up easily. She leaned closer to him, her tone shifting from lighthearted to a low, teasing whisper.

"Hey," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear, "why don't we find a nice quiet spot on the side of the road... I can think of a few things we could do to pass the time. Dirty things."

Marcus blinked, the anger in his eyes fading as her words sank in. He turned to look at her, really seeing her now, the mischievous glint in her eye pulling him out of his funk. He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he considered her suggestion.

"Alright," he said, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. Without another word, he flicked on the hazard lights and carefully maneuvered the car off the road, pulling into a secluded spot on the shoulder. The rumble of the engine quieted as he turned off the ignition, leaving only the soft tick of the hazard lights filling the silence.

Sarah couldn't help but chuckle as Marcus looked at her, his boyish charm resurfacing as he gave her a sly smile. She climbed over the center console and into his lap, her lithe body fitting comfortably against his. As she straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his neck.

"You're in for it now, soldier," she whispered, her voice low and sultry as she began to pepper his neck with kisses. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she nipped at his skin playfully. "I've been waiting all day for this... you have no idea what I want to do to you."