It Was Only a Text

Speed Demon

~It's haunting

This hold that you have over me

I grow so weak

I see you

And everything around you fades

And I can't speak

But you can never know what it is you do to me~

~In this Moment~

This job was brain numbingly boring. I answered phones and ran numbers. My boss showed up whenever he felt like it, flirting and making very rude jokes and comments. No wonder he went through so many assistants. I would like to have kneed him in the balls or claw his eyes out, but I had to play nice. I would report to Joker every evening when I got home.

I was finishing my second week on the job. I felt no closer to finding out what information that Joker even wanted. I pulled my car up to the motel and went straight to my room. The cool air hit me and I felt better almost instantly. I stripped on my way to the shower.

I washed the week of dealing with the overly tan asshole I 'worked' for. By the time I stepped out of the water and wrapped myself in my towel, I felt much better. I moved into my room and almost shrieked.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked.

Joker sat there on my bed, while texting on his phone. After a few seconds he put it down and looked up at me.

"I was waiting for you."

"Why?" I asked, moving to pull clothes out of the small dresser.

"Just checking in." he said.

I turned my back to him and slid on my panties and shorts under the towel. I wasn't sure why I still felt so shy around him. We had slept together on numerous occasions. I let the towel fall and quickly pulled my shirt over my head. I would worry about a bra later.

I picked my towel off of the floor and hung it up to dry. I moved to the bed and laid down next to Joker. I flipped my hair up to lay out on the bed then turned to face him.

"Rough day?" he asked, moving his hand to touch the bit of hair that was on his pant leg.

"Well, a lady can only handle so many accidental brushes across her ass or boobs before she is ready to break fingers." I said closing my eyes.

He chuckled, which just infuriated me more. I could feel his fingers running lightly through my hair, the repetitive movement soothing me against my will. His voice was so low it scared me. He was quiet for a minute, the silence was calm.

"When it's time, you can do the honors of killing him." He finally said.

I shivered, the words thrilling and terrifying all at once. "No, I don't think I could kill anyone." I said softly.

He shrugged. "Let me know if you change your mind." He said.

I looked at him, his attention on my hair fully, he was still touching it. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face. Like flipping a light switch, he stood up abruptly.

I watched him walk to the door and leave without a word. I just stared after him, wondering what the fuck had just happened. I decided to take a nap, day naps were highly underrated. I crawled under the blanket and fell asleep quickly, with thoughts of hurting my boss floating through my mind.

I woke up, feeling disoriented. The room was dark and the TV was off. I laid there, staring at the ceiling of my room. As the groggy, sleep feeling left me, I wondered how my life had gotten so weird. I had two jobs. One for a man who wore make up, he was a mass murderer, but he made me feel alive. The other for a tanned, drug dealing, money laundering pervert.