U, Me & She

Chapter 45 - Where is the B*tch?

  Lorenzo's body jumps at the sudden sounds of the shots being fired.  With Nurse Williams dead weight atop him, her hands that once blocked his vision, slowly slid from his face further revealing to him that Dana had no involvement whatsoever in this intimate encounter.   Breathing heavily, his moment of pleasure made a turn for the worst within an instant as he develops frustration.  "Dafuq?" Lorenzo says as his face is completely covered with speckles of blood.  Realizing that he was still penetrated within, he reaches beneath her limp body that remained in contact with his to pull himself from inside of her as he hears a voice in the background saying "Nuh uh, not too fast."  Lorenzo pauses as he makes an attempt to lean over and place a face to the voice but is unsuccessful with Nurse Williams’ body blocking his view.

  Suddenly he hears the stranger yell "Don't fucking look at me! Stay just like that....Oh yeah…stay right there baby." Lorenzo stares at the ceiling with a baffled look upon his face as he hears the sounds of the stranger pleasuring himself.  Lorenzo grows nauseous as he comes to a revelation.  "Jay?  Are you fucking serious?" He says as he hears the stranger’s movements increasing.  "Oh, shiiiit!" He hears from the stranger as he hears the sounds of rapid dripping amongst the carpet.  “Aww shit!” Lorenzo says as he feels as if he is about to be sick to his stomach and has had enough. He rolls Nurse Williams’ body from atop his, to his side and sits up in the bed pulling the bed sheets covering his exposed lower half only to witness Jamie tucking herself away with one hand, while holding the pistol aimed in his direction with the other.  "Jay man, what the fuck dude? I really don't need this shit right now.  For real man!"  Lorenzo says with a look of disgust upon his face.

  Jamie moves closer asking Lorenzo “So, where’s the bitch?”  Lorenzo looks confused as he asks “Bruh, what the fuck are you talking about?”  Jamie cocks back the hammer to her pistol and raises her voice asking once again “WHERE IS THE BITCH?”  This startled Lorenzo a bit as he fears that this nutcase may actually shoot.  “I don’t know man!  You need to be raising the fuck out, for real!” Jamie inches closer to Lorenzo as the pistol creates a circular imprint amongst his forehead with her saying, “Ren, you have two options if you want me to leave.  The first option, is to tell me where the bitch is, let me handle my business and I’ll get rid of the bodies and we’ll just act like this never happened.  The second is, you pull these sheets back and make that thing squirt for me, and I’ll take the body off of your hands and leave you and the bitch alone.  The third is…well… I could just blow your brains out right now, have my way with you anyways, then cap this bitch as soon as she walks through the door.   The choice is yours Ren.”

  Lorenzo rubs his head out of confusion as his mind races from the many outcomes that could take place.  He weighs his options:

Either…

ü  He could go for the gusto and tackle the shit out of Jamie in hopes that he doesn’t get shot in the process and be the hero.

ü  He could call Jamie’s bluff (if she is bluffing) and tell her to shoot, then when or if she doesn’t, snatch the pistol from her and beat her like she stepped on his new J’s.

ü  He could fake like he’s having a heart attack.  But then again, Jamie would probably give him mouth to mouth, so this idea leaves his thought process rather quickly.

Or…

ü  He could swallow his pride, and go ahead and make it squirt for Jamie just to get this over with and hope that no one on the face of the earth finds out.    

  Lorenzo, closes his eyes tightly as he mumbles to himself “I can’t believe I’m doing this shit.”  He pulls the covers down from his waist as he grips himself and begins to attempt to stroke himself toward an erection.    Jamie watches licking her lips as she says in a very low tone “Yeah, that’s it baby.”  Lorenzo spits in his hand to lubricate his stroke as he keeps his eyes closed during this process.  He shifts his grip vigorously as his erection is slow to develop.  He uses his imagination to think of things that would normally give him an erection in hopes that it would block out the reality that stood before him.

  Suddenly, he feels Jamie’s hand coming into contact with his flesh to provide him assistance as he immediately opens his eyes saying “Oh hell, no!” before being struck unconscious by the butt of Jamie’s pistol…