Sins of a Siren (26 page)

The sound of an engine got his attention. He hurried and ducked behind one of the Italian cypress trees, near the rear entrance. A beam of sunlight bounced off the bumper of an approaching white van as it rounded the building. The van stopped a few yards away from him, next to the entrance. The side of the van read, “Secrease Funeral Homes Transportation.”

A pair of white smock-wearing men exited the van. The plump white driver removed his dark shades, wiped back his oily black hair and poured half a bag of M&M's into his mouth. After chewing them up, he looked over at his partner. “Man, all this overtime is kicking my ass. We haven't been this busy in a long time.”

His partner stretched, yawned and shook his shoulder-length dreadlocks into place. “I know…” He then grinned at the M&M eater. “But it sure looks good on payday!”

“True enough. But this is the third straight weekend we have had to work. Ever since Mr. Secrease bought that funeral home in Frisco, the cremation business has been off the charts. I will be glad when he has a crematorium built onto that spot over there across the Bay.”

Dredlocks walked to the rear of the van. “I ain't gonna complain too much; at least we ain't gotta stay here late night cookin' these bodies.”

The candy eater joined him and opened the rear doors of the van. “Yeah, I almost feel sorry for Mr. Secrease. Until he can hire a new mortician, he will be here every night this week himself. I don't see how he does it. I could never get used to that fucking smell night after night. That dude has bodies to burn all this
week
!”

Darius catalogued their conversation for later consumption. It
took all his concentration to keep from being discovered. There was only a small space between the tree and the building. The branches of the tree continually brushed against his nose in the confined spot.
How long are these fools gonna be out here talkin'?
He brushed a spider off his forehead.
Fuck! This tree is full of goddamn bugs!

Moments later, the pair of employees wheeled a covered body out of the van and into the crematorium. As soon as they entered the building, Darius dashed from his hiding place. A wicked smile filled his face as he hopped into his rental car. He couldn't believe his luck.
It really does pay to be in the right place at the right time!

“I
'm sorry, ma'am, but we can't give out that information,” the nervous clerk said as the huge woman glared at her. “It's illegal for us to give out information on our guests without their consent.”

Piper looked around the lobby of the Hotel Oakland, hoping to see Trenda. She turned her attention back to the Lebanese woman behind the counter. “All I want you to do is tell me what floor Mr. Secrease's room is on; I don't need the room number.”

The receptionist put her foot a little closer to the silent alarm button. “I am sorry…I can't. I have already called his room and got no answer. If he was there, I could have informed him you were here and directed you to his room. Without his consent, I can't. Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am?”

The desire to choke the receptionist to death tested Piper's restraint. “Fine. That's okay. I'll catch him later.” She leaned over toward the nervous woman. “I'm his cousin from out of town. Don't tell him I asked about him; if so, you will spoil a big surprise, understand? I'd be
very
upset if you told him.”

The meaning of her words was crystal-clear to the cowering clerk. Her foot hovered over the panic button. “Yes…I will not say a word.”

Pissed off, she placed a call to Hank Martin. “Thank you for calling Dickerson Investigations. This is Hank Martin. I will be out of the office on vacation until May first. If you need any assistance, please contact the receptionist for referral to another
qualified investigator. Thanks again for choosing Dickerson Investigations.”

Her storm of anger turned into a monsoon as she yelled into the phone, “Fuck you, cocksucker!”

“Have you ever been here before, Box?”

“No, I can honestly say I have never been here to the Come On Inn even though I have lived in this city for almost ten years,” Box said as they pulled into the motel's parking lot. The horseshoe-shaped motel encircled the parking lot. None of the patrons' vehicles were visible from the street.

Trenda rubbed his upper thigh before getting out. “Are you ready for this, baby?”

His breath caught in his throat. “Yes…more than you can possibly imagine.”

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. She gave him a taste of her tongue. “Good. Let's go.”

Sweat continued to coat his forehead as they walked to the registration office. Trenda stopped several yards in front of the door. “Why don't you wait outside? No need on taking a chance on somebody behind the counter recognizin' you.”

A puzzled looked etched itself on his face. “Now why should I do that? I told you I have never been here before.”

“That may be true, but what if somebody that works here knows your girlfriend? I just know you don't want Miss Prissy to find out through the grapevine that her honey is hotel hoppin', now do we?”

He shook his head as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. “You worry too much, Mya…now come on so I can get this room.”

This poor man can't take his eyes off my tits long enough to think about what I just told him.
She smirked. “Baby, you stay right here. I got this.”

“No, no, no! No way am I going to let you pay fo—”

“Shhhh!” She placed her hand to his lips. “Keep arguing with me and we ain't gonna have much time to do this. Now, when I move my hand, just keep your mouth closed until I get back. You got that?”

His eyes closed behind his glasses as he slowly nodded. She winked at him, turned and walked to the office. Even before she opened the door, the aroma of incense marched into her nostrils. A middle-aged couple of Arabian descent turned from the small TV behind the counter and checked out the visitor. The woman said something in her native language to the man. He frowned slightly, unhappy that his wife moved him aside preventing him from getting a better look at the hottie in pink. “How can I help you?”

The woman's English was good. Trenda expected much more of an accent. “I just need to get a room.”

The woman sized up Trenda with her eyes as did her husband as he pretended to be interested in a cereal commercial on TV. “For how long? We do rent by the hour if that's all you need.”

Trenda cocked her head.
Ain't this a bitch?

Don't judge lest ye be judged.

Get outta my head, Daddy
! She took a few seconds to calm down.
This old broad must think I'm a ho or somethin'.
“I need it for the whole day; is that a problem?”

The ice on Trenda's words made her back off the condescension. The clerk grew a fake smile. “No problem at all! I have a room located on the second floor. The price is only forty-five dollars—including tax. Is that okay?”

Trenda eyeballed her for a few seconds, then opened up her
purse.
Even though this is cutting into my budget, it will come back to me plus interest,
she thought as she handed the woman three twenties, got her change and left.

She knew exactly what she was doing. Her experience with men taught her that by spoiling a man like Eli, who was used to being the spoiler, would just about guarantee her his heart and soul. There was a certain lawyer in Washington, D.C. that could attest to her powers of enamourance. Trenda had broken that man down by simply buying him an iPod and loading it full of his favorite songs. The few hundred dollars she spent on that gift returned thousands of dollars in legal fees and other pleasantries. Her awesome pussy whipping of him was the icing on her seduction cake.

“Room 202,” she said as she tossed the keys to Box. “This is your last chance to escape me, baby…once you fuck wit' me, you stuck wit' me.”

Nervousness and arousal chipped away at what little cool he had. “I'll take my chances.” The keys fell out of his hand.

She chuckled as she watched him bend over and pick up the keys. “Famous last words.”

The concrete steps vibrated under Trenda's feet with each step Box climbed. The thirty-year-old motel was maintained just enough to be functional; not much of the budget went to glamorizing the place. She could feel his eyes burning a hole in her rump as she led him to the room.

At the door, she spun around and smiled as he inserted the key and opened the door. The fragrance of ancient PineSol and the ghost of other unknown odors welcomed them. Trenda was all too familiar with the drab furnishings and color schemes of this class of motel. The boring earth tones and equally dull gold shag rug seemed to be universal in the cheap motel world. Standing next to the bed, she unzipped her top. “I bet you think this is the only outfit I have, huh?”

The room key dangled from his hand as he gazed at her. “What in the world are you talking about?”

She took off her velour top and draped it over the wooden chair under the desk. After that, she turned off her cell phone and dropped it into her purse. “Two of the last three times you have seen me, I have had it on…but don't trip; it has been to the cleaners. And once I get caught up on my bills, I am gonna get a whole new wardrobe.”

As if his feet were planted in the carpet, he hadn't moved since closing the door and staring at Trenda. “I assure you I didn't give it a second thought.” He pried his eyes off her tits and took a few steps toward her. “I see the cut by your eye is almost healed. How did you get that wound on your shoulder?”

She inspected the swollen, four-inch cut. It still throbbed from the slightest touch. “After I got cut playin' wit' my nephew, I tripped and fell against the corner of my sister's coffee table.”

His eyes drifted back to her wondrous cleavage. “I hope nothing else on you is injured…”

“I guess you will have to find out for yourself.” She then unfastened her black bra and tossed it onto the desk. Her hard nipples pointed at him. “Lose those clothes so we can take a shower.”

“Uhhhh…okay…”

The lump in his trousers took away from his sweet look of innocence. The same look turned Trenda on. She placed the rest of her clothes on the desk while he disrobed. Even though his body was far from chiseled, it still fascinated her. His “love-handles” and slight “man boobs” made her pussy leak.
Damn, I like a thick man!

Taking him by the hand, she led him into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. “We are gonna play a little game. I want you to stand here and watch me shower, and then I will get out and watch you. Are you game?”

As transfixed as he was by her nude perfection, she could have just asked him to eat a bowl of broken glass and he would have agreed. “Yes…yes I am game.”

After spreading one of the large towels on the floor, next to the tub, to use as a rug, she picked up the small round bar of soap on the sink, unwrapped it and grabbed one of the white washcloths. “Oh…and no touching.” She looked down at his immensely hard tool. “Me or that dick.”

It both amazed and frightened her that she recalled so many of the quotes and proverbs her parents had bestowed upon her over the years. One of her mother's favorites jumped into her head as she watched her extremely horny date chew her up with his eyes:

Keep watch and pray, so that you will not give in to temptation. For the spirit is willing, but the body is weak!

Matthew 26:41

She dismissed the thought and climbed into the shower. The hot water added to her internal fire. The steam fogged up his glasses so badly he had to remove them. Even without them, Box was able to see he was witness to one of the sexiest shower scenes ever. Trenda started at her neck and worked her way down, using hands full of lather to soap up her tits. “You like that, baby?”

All Box could do was nod. He had not moved an inch since she had climbed in the shower. She soaped up her flat belly, then began washing her twitching pussy. “Does Meagan do this for you?”

“I wish…,” he whispered.

His hands fell slowly to his crotch. Trenda pointed a wet and soapy finger at him. “No! Get your hands away from your dick.” Feeling he was tortured enough, she rinsed off, took his hand and pulled him in the shower. “Okay, now you shower for me.”

His grip tightened on her hand. “Stay in here with me…I…I want you, Mya…”

“That's against the rules, boo.”

She escaped his grip, lathered up a washcloth and put it in his hand. He sighed heavily. “This is going to be the quickest shower on record.”

As she toweled off, Trenda watched the heavy man clean himself. She could tell he was a little self-conscious of his body as she stared at him. He had no idea how fucking hot she was getting watching him. It took all her willpower to not take his swollen dick in her mouth as he prepared to wash it.
God, I am gonna fuck you good, Box…