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CHAPTER THIRTY

CHECK PLEASE.

THIRTY.
Ami raised her hands to her face and pressed her fingers against her cheeks. “I don’t know, it just always has. Ever since I was a kid and my dad took us deer hunting.”

“The smell of gunpowder and blood?” Ryan asked, making sure of her statement.

Ami nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry if it creeps you out. But it’s just a huge turn on.”

Ryan chuckled. “No, I suppose not. I’m not concerned.”

Ami smiled as she raised her glass of wine to her mouth. “It just seems weird being with you away from the coffee shop. You know, like actually sitting and talking to you. The good kind of weird.”

“The good kind of weird.” Ryan laughed as he placed his index finger against his upper lip and admired Ami’s dress.

The plunging neckline revealed a considerable portion of Ami’s breasts, but was elegant enough to not make her appear
cheap
in any way. Her careful choice of complimentary jewelry was very tasteful as were her conservative three inch heels. All things considered, Ryan believed Ami, as she sat before him, to be the most attractive woman he had ever seen.

Ryan tapped his finger on his lip nervously. “Your dress is stunning, Ami. What a great choice.”

Ami leaned toward Ryan, resting her forearms on the table and cupped her hands together. As she looked up into Ryan’s eyes, her breasts heaved as she breathed. Ryan attempted not to stare, feeling his level of already heightened arousal begin to rise even more. As he felt his cock begin to become stiff, he pressed the heel of his palm against his erection and smiled.

“If you want the truth, I have a spending problem.” Ami slurred her speech as she pronounced
spending.

“Oh really?” Ryan asked, hoping to keep Ami in this position for as long as possible.

Ami raised her left hand to her face and brushed her hair behind her ear. As she pulled her hand away from her face, she covered her mouth lightly and giggled. Tilting her head to the right, she tried to reveal her tattoo to Ryan’s watchful eyes. She noticed his eyes alternating glances between her eyes and her breasts, and intending on leaning over the table as long as she could possibly do so.

“I think I’ve had too much wine,” Ami said, knowing very well that she hadn’t.

She raised one eyebrow and waited for Ryan to respond.

“Define too much,” Ryan responded.

“Well. I’ve reached the point of brutal honesty. You know the two most honest people on the planet?” Ami asked.

Ryan smiled as he continued to admire Ami’s natural beauty. “Who’s that?”

“Kids and drunks,” Ami whispered.

“You don’t say,” Ryan said as he leaned a few inches closer.

Ami giggled. “I just said.”

Ami inhaled a long deep breath and held it as long as she could, exhaling slowly. She had imagined what Ryan would be like in person for some time now, and was quite pleased with his intriguing nature, handsome looks, and solid muscular build. Ami lowered her chin to almost touch the table, and curled her index finger, motioning for Ryan to come closer.

“I steal stuff,” Ami whispered as Ryan’s face moved within a foot of hers.

“Oh really? Why?” Ryan smiled as he asked the question.

Ami turned to her head in either direction, verifying that there was no one within earshot. Her face felt flush from her last glass of wine. Three was certainly more than she generally drank, but the initial thought of Ryan made her nervous, and she intended to just have enough to loosen up. At his insistence, she had ordered the third. She focused on Ryan and raised her palms, resting them against her cheeks.

“It’s exciting and I like expensive stuff. Something about stealing makes me feel like a criminal, and I just love it. I know it’s childish and I should stop, but it’s really a rush to do it,” she said.

“Interesting,” Ryan said flatly.

“You’re interesting,” Ami snapped back.

“You think so,” Ryan asked.

“Know so,” Ami responded before Ryan had actually finished speaking.

Ryan grinned. “Well, I’m
not
drunk, but I suspect I owe it to you to be brutally honest with you.”

Ami looked into Ryan’s eyes and blinked exaggeratedly. “Shoot.”

“Well, I’m all but sick of living here, and I’m ready to get out of this place. As I am sure you can tell that I am, and I have been attracted to you for some time. I just don’t see myself staying here.” Ryan paused and waited for Ami to respond.

Ami glanced at her half full glass of wine and shifted her eyes to Ryan again. Without looking, she reached over and slid the glass in front of her face. With her chin still resting in her right hand, and maintaining focus on Ryan, she tipped the glass to her lips and finished the wine.

“I hate this god forsaken city,” Ami said through her teeth.

“But you’re in college, you need to finish,” Ryan said, hoping for a response that he didn’t expect.

Ami turned, looked at her empty glass, and rolled her eyes. “I don’t
need
to finish. I need entertained.”

“Well, along those lines, I have another subject I guess we should discuss.” Ryan sat back in his chair and studied Ami’s face.

The night, as far as Ryan was concerned, had gone remarkably well. Although this was their first date, he felt an immediate connection to Ami. He had desired her for years, and while he felt that previous desire
could
have come into play, he believed his current attraction was solely based on what he learned of her from this dinner date. She, by all standards, was exactly what he desired, hoped for, and felt that he needed.

Wondering about his ability to actually have any form of long-term relationship, and continue to feed his potential desire for what he believed to borderline psychotic behavior, he stared at Ami and smiled.

“It’s a sexual statement,” Ryan said softly.

Ami sighed heavily. “Finally.”

Ryan smiled at Ami’s response. Although he doubted it, if Ami’s sexual desires were comparable to what his expectations of his own were, he felt he may be able to make something work. With no expectation, and a minimal amount of hope, he decided to be brutally honest. After all, her drunken state would certainly soften her response somewhat if she was offended.

“Well, sexually.” Embarrassed, Ryan stumbled with his words. He inhaled a breath through his nose, exhaled, and continued. “Sexually speaking, my wants, needs, and desires borderline criminal behavior.”

Ami batted her eyelashes and stared at Ryan. “Thank God.”

He grinned. “I mean, you have no idea.”

“Thank God,” Ami responded.

“They’re incomprehensible,” Ryan whispered.

Ami turned, looked at her empty glass again, faced Ryan, and rolled her eyes. “Enlighten me. Give me a
for instance
. A really fucking good one.”

Ryan sat back in his chair and thought. Quite shocked at Ami’s lack of concern regarding his potential sexual desires, he became excited about the possibility of her truly being the woman of his dreams. In a perfect world, if she were a sexual deviant, a murderer, and obsessed with money, he felt that they just might make it. As he chuckled to himself, he realized that she could potentially meet two out of three, considering her problem with stealing expensive articles of clothing.

Ryan leaned toward the center of the table and rested his hands on his chin. He inhaled a short breath through his mouth and exhaled. His face a matter of inches from Ami’s, he could feel her sweet breath against his lips.

“I tied a woman to a bed once,” Ryan lied. “And I fucked her face until she was almost unconscious. Then I untied her, turned her over and fucked her from behind until she couldn’t stand.”

Ami batted her eyelashes and stared into Ryan’s eyes. “After that, did you do anything exciting?”

“That’s only the beginning,” Ryan assured her, again lying.

Ami rolled her eyes. “Thank God. Because that sounded borderline vanilla to me.”

Trying to hide his excitement, Ryan chuckled lightly.

“You know…” Ami inhaled, pursed her lips, and blew her cheeks out as she exhaled. She gazed into Ryan’s eyes. “You know how you meet someone, and you just
know
. Like you know that person is
the
person?”

He smiled. “I suppose, why?”

Ami nodded. “Because I think you’re
that
person.”

He tilted his head and raised his palms in wonder. “You really think so?”

“I think
this.
I would follow you to the fiery depths of hell.”

“To hell?” Ryan asked.

“To fucking hell,” Ami responded.

He grinned. “To hell we’re headed.”

She shook her head. “Not quick enough.”

“You ready?” he asked.

She cocked an eyebrow. “To follow you?”

He nodded.

“To hell?” she asked.

Ryan nodded once sharply. “To fucking hell.”

Ami raised her right hand over her head and locked her elbow. With her eyes locked on his, she cocked her head toward the aisle of the restaurant.

“Check please,” she shouted.

EPILOGUE

Even though the sun had been down for hours, the temperature was almost too much to bear. The Arizona summers often had temperatures at night in excess of a hundred degrees until long after sundown.

“It’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe you want the top off of this thing,” Ryan laughed.

“It’s a Jeep. It shouldn’t even
have
a top. You should take that little fabric fucker and toss it in the dumpster,” Ami responded.

She glanced toward the gas pumps and quickly shifted her eyes toward Ryan.

“Well?” Ryan asked.

“You can either unzip ‘em or I will. Jesus, act like we haven’t done this before,” she said.

Ryan sighed. “Every time.”

“Yeah, every time we do
this
, we fuck
first
. Just in case. I can’t take any chances,” she responded.

As soon as Ryan unzipped his pants, Ami leaned over the console of the Jeep and began sucking his cock. Her lips worked up and down the thick shaft as it became fully erect in her mouth. As she sucked and slobbered, she cupped Ryan’s balls in her hand. Ryan began to moan as Ami groaned in pleasure.

He chuckled and pulled away. Her sucking was much different than Meghan’s. With Ami, he wasn’t able to last longer than a few seconds without reaching climax.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he said.

She pulled her mouth from his saliva covered shaft. “Pussy.”

He shrugged.

“Move your arm,” Ami demanded.

She raised her leg over the console.

He furrowed his brow. “You’re going to
face
me?”

He turned and looked out each side of the Jeep and into the empty parking lot.

She shook her head as she climbed into his lap. “It’s midnight in the middle of fuckwater Arizona – what are you afraid of?  I want you to bite my titties while I ride your cock. Jesus. Can a girl get
any
satisfaction?”

With her dress over her waist and her panties on the floor of the Jeep, she nodded toward his twitching shaft. “Well, pull down your shorts.”

She hovered over Ryan’s waist, one hand on the console and one on the Jeeps half-door.

As Ryan pushed his cargo shorts to his knees, Ami lowered herself onto his lap. Carefully, as she positioned herself between Ryan and the steering wheel, she reached between Ryan and the jeeps door, pulling the lever to recline the seat. As the seat reclined, she raised her dress to her torso.

“Fuck the shit out of me,” Ami growled.

Ryan reached between his legs and guided his stiff cock into Ami’s wetness. She gasped at the feeling of him penetrating her slightly. As she lowered herself onto the full length of his swollen shaft, she groaned.

With his cock deep within her, she closed her eyes out of sheer pleasure.

Ryan reached behind her back and placed his hands on top of her shoulders. Pressing his feet to the floorboard of the Jeep, he began to raise and lower his hips slowly.

She opened her eyes wide. “No, fuck me like it’s going to be the last time. Each time before we do it.”

He sighed.

“Now fuck me,” Ami demanded.

Ami began to moan loudly as Ryan increased his speed. The sound of his thighs slapping against her ass and the back side of her legs echoed off of the concrete wall of the gas station. Pulling down on her shoulders, and forcing himself deep inside of her, Ryan began to growl.

“Fuck yes. Growl. God that makes me want to cum. Growl,” Ami pleaded as she opened her eyes momentarily.

As Ryan continued to pound himself deeply into Ami’s pussy, she reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her breasts. Ryan’s continuous thrusts against her caused them to bounce with each stroke. Grasping her boobs in each of her hands, Ami began to pinch her nipples in between her index fingers and her thumbs.

Her breasts slick from the hot Arizona air, her level of arousal, and the thought of their upcoming adventure, she continued to squeeze them and pinch her nipples to the point of tremendous pain.

“Talk shit while you fuck me baby, or I’m gonna forget you’re in there,” she said.

“You like that fat cock inside of your tight little pussy, you little whore?”

“Oh hell yes I do,” Ami shouted back.

“Squeeze those big titties for me, you cum slut. Pinch those nipples,” Ryan demanded.

She pinched her nipples between her fingers and pulled against them sharply. “Yes, Sir. Whatever you say.”

“I love filling your little bitty pussy with my huge cock,” Ryan bellowed as he pounded deeper and deeper into Ami’s soaking wet pussy.

“You’re a good little slut.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He reached between her thighs and pushed his index finger into her ass.

“Oh God,” she wailed.

“You like it in that tight little ass, don’t you?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“Because you’re a…”

“I’m a fucking whore. A slut,” she bellowed. “A cum slut.”

Ami bounced up and down from the force of Ryan fucking her, her boobs bouncing as her body raised and lowered on his thighs. With her eyes closed, she bit her bottom lip and grunted as she continued to pull on her nipples repeatedly.

“Fuck yes, I’m about there. Fuck me. Oh God. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Oh God yes. You fucking animal. Fuck me,” Ami screamed.

The words echoed throughout the open parking lot.

“I want you to cum all over me. Do you understand me, you little whore?” Ryan mumbled as Ami bounced on his thighs.

“Bite my titties,” Ami screamed as she reached over Ryan’s shoulder sand grabbed his head.

Pulling his head into her chest, Ami screamed as Ryan began to bite her nipples and growl. His mouth alternating from one to the other, Ryan bit her nipples and pulled against her flesh with his teeth, stretching her breasts outward as he did so. As he continued to bite her breasts, he released her shoulders and wrapped his hands around her neck. His grip tightened with each stroke of his cock into her now soaking wet pussy.

“Oh God yes. Choke me. Choke…”

Ryan’s grasp of her neck prevented her from continuing to speak.

With his free hand he slapped her face.

And again, he slapped her.

And again.

He leaned forward and bit her nipples as he buried himself deep into her.

Ami opened her eyes and closed them repeatedly as she looked down and watched Ryan bite her nipples. The large post mounted lamp illuminated her face enough that Ryan could see her eyes roll back as he forced himself even deeper into her pussy.

Ryan’s grasp of her neck prevented her from speaking any further. As he choked her tightly, his cock began to swell inside of her. Each upward thrust of his hips caused Ami to groan and grunt. As her eyes bulged and stared straight ahead, he felt himself reach climax.

He released her neck. She coughed and gasped for air.

As Ryan exhaled a loud moan, Ami’s vagina clamped down on the shaft of his cock. Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes wide and screamed. As she shouted, the head of Ryan’s dick pulsed, filling Ami with his warm cum.

“Holy fuck. Now that’s an orgasm. Jesus fucking Christ. Don’t you dare move,” Ami shouted as she sat still on Ryan’s lap.

Ryan wiggled his hips.

She swung her right hand quickly and with great precision.

Whack!

“I said don’t move. Don’t make me slap your pretty face again,” Ami barked.

“You bitch. What did I tell you about slapping me?” Ryan growled as he wiped his hand across his face.


Sexy
bitch. And what did I tell you about moving?” Ami asked.

“Fair enough,” Ryan said as he wiggled his lower jaw. “Sexy bitch.”

“Okay. You about ready?” Ami asked.

Ryan nodded.

Ami rose up from Ryan’s lap and slid over the console to the passenger seat. As soon as she sat down, she leaned over the console and wrapped her lips around Ryan’s cock, licking it clean of all of the juices from their haphazard parking lot sex.

Ami laughed as she pointed to Ryan’s shorts that rested mid-thigh. “Okay, I cleaned up my mess, pull ‘em up.”

As Ryan pulled up his shorts, Ami raised the strap of her purse over her shoulder and opened the door. She stepped out into the parking lot and surveyed the area for onlookers.

Ryan opened his door and hesitated before he got out of the Jeep.

“Same as last time?” Ryan asked.

Ami stepped around the rear of the Jeep. “Yeah, I mean. Well, yeah.”

Ryan grinned and adjusted his shorts. “I love you, baby.”

She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “I love
you
.”

The taste of his own cum on his tongue caused him to grin beneath the kiss.

“To the depths of hell,” Ami whispered as she broke the kiss.

“To the depths of hell,” Ryan repeated.

Ami turned toward the front door. “Well, here we go.”

As they walked toward the front door, they held hands and smiled. As Ryan opened the door for Ami to enter, she quickly scanned the store for cameras, seeing none. She rolled her eyes and shook her head sharply as she stepped through the threshold of the door, signifying there were no visible cameras.

Once in the store, Ami followed Ryan toward the refrigerated beverage cooler. As he walked in front of the cooler and studied the reflection in the glass, Ami reached both hands into her purse and removed two guns. Ryan raised his index finger, indicating there was only one employee.

As she handed Ryan one of the guns, she winked.

“To the depths of hell,” Ryan whispered.

Ami turned to face the cash register. Hiding the pistol beside her leg, she stepped down the aisle, whistling as she walked.

As she walked within a few feet of the cashier, the man behind the counter looked up and grinned.

She raised the pistol level with the man’s face. “Alright you sad motherfucker. Today’s the day you hoped would never come. No sudden movements or it’s gonna get as messy as a shit sandwich.”

The man thrust his hands into the air. “No troubles, please.”

As Ami stood before the register, Ryan faced the front door, hiding safe behind the cover of the display of chips and crackers.

Ami glanced over her shoulder. 

“Clear,” Ryan shouted across the store, assuring Ami there were still no patrons approaching.

Ami held the pistol rock-steady in front of the man’s face. She nodded her head toward the register and chuckled as she read the man’s nametag. “Empty the register,
Mo
. Is that short for Mohammed?”

As she held the barrel of the pistol inches from his forehead, he reached toward the register.

Standing with her legs spread shoulder width apart, Ami waited for him to open the register.

She nodded her head toward the counter. “All of it. Even what’s under the drawer and in the safe. Put it in a bag. I need this money for a new dress. This one’s covered in cum.”

The man’s hands full of bills, he reached under the register for a bag. As his hand came above the bottom of the counter, Ami caught a glimpse of something metallic and shiny.

Immediately, and without a moment’s thought, she pulled the trigger.

The explosion was deafening inside the small store.

The right side of the man’s head exploded, splattering the glass behind the register with brain matter and blood. As he fell backward, he dropped the shotgun on the floor beside where he had been standing.

“Still here,” Ami shouted.

“That’s my girl,” Ryan said.

Ryan walked toward the register, alternating glancesbetween the door and where Ami stood.

He peered over the counter and down at the man. Half of his head was gone, leaving a disproportionate skull with only one eye. His eyes widened and his mouth twisted into a smirk. “Son-of-a-bitch, what a fucking mess.”

A six-foot wide splatter of blood and brain matter covered the glass wall behind the counter.

“Well, you should have seen the size of his head, it’s huge.” She leaned over the counter and looked down at the now dead man’s half missing head. “Well, it
was
huge.”

Ami tossed her head toward the rear of the store. “Grab a couple Red Bull’s and a sack of Chicharones
,
and I’ll get the money.”

She jumped onto the countertop.


Chee cha what’s
?” Ryan asked over his shoulder as he walked toward the beverage cooler.

“Chicharones,” Ami shouted as she hopped down off of the counter.

She landed directly into the puddle of blood, slipping and falling twice.

“Awe fuck,” she shouted.

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