THIRTY NINE: SICK... FOR SEX
you’d find the file. See that you’ve opened it too”
I had no idea where this was going, just held my breath and hoped for the best.
gonna live to regret this, I really am.
I thought the reception at my barely ‘hotel’ hotel was bad, but compared to
the hotel at Kent; it was heaven. I couldn’t even grab the receptionist,
zipping through like a blur, considering she was also the ‘head chef’, and
the hotel maid.
no one by that name, luv” she announced smugly, slamming the book closed as
dust floated through the air.
so he does think more laterally than I give him credit “Flintstone?” She shook her head, wordless and
increasingly smug as I went through ‘Jetson’, ‘Fudd’, ‘’Le Pew’,
and even ‘Scrooge’, all met with a smug shake.
I’m stuck. Then, it finally hit me “Daniels” a wavering look of surprise.
Maybe I was getting somewhere “Daniels, J.” I queried.
was rewarded with a scowl and the number ‘4’.
Four was actually the last one down an incredibly long corridor decorated with
spider webs strung across the thin mock wood flooring, where not only the
huntsman caught it’s prey, but cockroaches found sanctuary.
him, he didn’t close the door. And if I know him; I just bet he’s waiting
for someone to walk in and watch him getting off on himself.
wasn’t getting horny.
wasn’t even there; the room was pitch black, and I guess they didn’t pay the
electricity bill because I couldn’t even turn on the light switch.
the hell was this?
navigated my way through the small room, where things definitely went ‘bump’
in the night.
was this? A sick joke? First he steals my laptop, then he gives me a void
backstage pass, and now I’m tripping myself through a ‘lightless’, mangy,
bug ridden hotel room.
I learnt nothing in the past three months?
get your ass ou-ouch!” I tripped over something with a really sharp corner,
which sent me flying smack on my chest. Eek. I think I squashed a bug.
had just pried myself off the floor, when I felt his hands grab my waist from
behind. I yelped, jumping in shock.
man, you scared me!” I reprimanded, slapping him unsuccessfully with one hand
as I fell backwards into him, my whole body quashing his onto the floor.
was hard; his hands slid down the length of my torso, down the sides of my
thighs, all the while his warm, musky breath tickled my neck; I found myself
I demanded, stalling time “What is the big idea, huh? You take my laptop, give
me a void backstage pass-“
force you out here in the middle of the night, right?” His fingers trailed up
my arms, along my legs and back up to my torso.
you wear your panties?”
you disobeyed me then?”
was delusional; no wait, he was horny. That’s even worse “Stop it!” I
muttered, as I tried to grab hold of his roaming hands, but they had just begun
to massage my nipples through my shirt.
told you there was a price to pay, Minerva” his breath was more than I could
take, and once again I was disarmed.
away” I tried to mutter, but it only turned into a helpless gasp. “You
mad, aren’t you?” he murmured in my ear, as he sucked on my earlobe. “God
you’re hot when you’re mad”
it hit me; I was nothing more than a sick game to him. In my one moment of
vulnerability, I let him in, and now; I’m merely a sex kitten, someone to help
him ease his unquenchable thirst for physical intimacy.
thirst for physical intimacy- what about mine? I chose to be alienated from
this; I chose to disregard men and I guess that included the intimacy associated
in the middle of a pitch-black hotel room with the corners of the bed digging
into my back and my incredibly awkward legs kicking the air, the line between
what I wanted and what I needed seemed to be clearer than ever-
I was sure I needed this.
was as though I’d been deprived of air, and I craved it like milk to a baby. I
clawed onto him as though he was about to slip away, grabbing onto him, grinding
onto him as though my life depended on this very night, this very action.
took almost no time at all as my lips began to contract and my breaths
shortened, staggered and whimpered. Sweat was perspiring down my neck as my face
flushed; I was panting, simultaneously cursing my lax body for enjoying any of
this. I gulped, desperately trying to hold back, but insanity broke loose and
suddenly, I reached my nirvana.
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