TAKE ME AWAY

TAKE ME AWAY

The Broken Wings

© Honey Maxwell 2015

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This book is the property of Honey Maxwell.

I held my hands out, entirely in the care of my stranger. He grabbed my tied wrists, holding me close to him as I blindly shuffled towards my captivity.

“Stair” he said gruffly – standing in front of me, letting me rest my hands on his bare back. “And another. Then a corner, then stairs.”

His oily skin sent a shiver through me, his warmth radiating as I felt a cool blast of air coming from the basement. Although blindfolded, I could smell where I was headed – the basement
smelled
dark, it smelled dirty, it smelled like somewhere that any sensible girl wouldn't want to be.

It smelled like somewhere that only a couple of hours earlier, a girl like me wouldn't want to be. That was before – that was before I decided to leave my life behind. That was before I decided to join the Broken Wings.

We hadn't even planned to stop here. I was on a road trip, a short vacation with my fiancee. Clive is a nice guy, he had always taken care of me, given me what I wanted. There's just one problem... he bores me to tears.

We pulled into the parking lot of the Thirsty Lizard, a dingy looking bar on route 66 – about an hour away from the Grand Canyon.

“This looks like a good place to get a burger and a beer, right?” I said, jumping out of our rental car. We'd been driving for hours, the fresh air on my legs was a welcome relief.

“I don't know” Clive said nervously, taking his glasses off and wiping them with his t-shirt. “And no beer for me, I'm driving of course.”

“Of course” I muttered, very aware that Clive would never do anything remotely close to challenging the law. On the ride here he had held his hands at a quarter to two on the steering wheel, always going 5 miles per hour under the speed limit. Before we left the hotel in Phoenix he insisted on our having a nutritious breakfast, and he checked the tire pressure and oil levels in the car before driving.

I shouldn't complain – I owe my life to Clive. Before I met him I was constantly in trouble, a fixture at the police station. I was addicted to meth, attached to bad people, I'd steal, beg, borrow. At my lowest point I gave out blowjobs to strangers who picked me up off the streets in exchange for $10 – enough to get my next fix. I was only 19 years old, and I looked like I was in my forties. Within a year I had gone from promising student, on her way to a good education and a job in the family firm – to deaths door. My parents had long since given up on me by the time that Clive rescued me – they had seen the damage that addiction can do with my brother. In his case they turned a blind eye to his stealing, they held him when he cried, they put him in rehab and they flew to New Mexico to pick him up when he escaped. They held his hand right up until the day that he overdosed – they had run out of love by the time I first didn't come home for the night.

Clive was the only person to open his car door to me without holding his cock in his hand. He volunteered for a local church and had made it his mission to save the fallen, to help where he could. I had walked up to his car thinking that he was just another john, a $10 bill with a cock attached – not knowing that this car belonged to a man who would pick me up, clean my mind, and free my body from drugs.

I had struggled, at first – but soon came to feel at home in his warm embrace. He protected me from the cold, he soothed my demons. Over time he fell in love with me, and I fell in love with the idea of a new life. Safe, warm, clean.

And boring. I don't want  the drugs back, they can go to hell and stay there. But I miss the life, I miss the danger – I miss the thrill of life on the run. I care deeply for Clive but I don't love him, I never will.

We walked into the bar and scanned the room – a darkly lit hovel with a tired, young waitress and a surly looking manager. A small board behind the bar gave us menu options, we ordered food, I got a beer and Clive a glass of water – and sat in a booth next to a cloudy window. Apart from us there wasn't much life in the Thirsty Lizard, a couple of kids in their late teens played pool, an old man sat in the corner, sleeping into his glass.

The peace of the afternoon was broken before we got our food. We heard them from a mile away, the loud throttles of a group of motorbikes. As they pulled into the parking lot I looked out of the window, seeing a group of five men dismounting. Their bare, tanned chests showed a multitude of crude tattoos, their slick hair each held by bandanas. Leather jackets and skull caps, boots and ripped jeans. As soon as I saw them I felt excited, thrilled – aroused.

Clive tensed as they entered the bar, fearful for our safety, no doubt. Heavy footsteps trod the wooden floor, the waitress turned to greet them with a toothless smile.

“Why hello boys” she said warmly, “Didn't think I'd be seeing you around here so soon. How's the road?”

One of the men stepped forward, the one that I had been watching the closest. There was something about him – an attractiveness that his rough skin and tattoos only served to improve. Taking off his bandana, his dirty blond hair swept across his forehead – bright blue eyes sparkling in the waitresses direction.

“Dusty” he said with a deep, husky voice that filled the room. “But paved with gold.”

The crew of men laughed, the other four walking towards the pool table. With a flick of one's wrist the boys in occupation cleared out of the way, skulking into a dark corner of the room.

“Your usual, Red?” she asked, her eyes, like mine, scanning his body.

“I've been looking forward to it since Albuquerque” he said, taking a step back. “My usual table?”

“Be there in just a second, big boy” she said – clearly flirting with him. “I just need to take a couple burgers over to those over there.”

She nodded towards us, Red following her look towards our table. As our eyes met I felt a jolt of electricity surge throughout my body – in that moment there was only Red and I – no-one else existed – no-one but Red and me.

“I'll be waiting” he said, still staring at me. Slowly, he walked past our booth and to the doors of the bar. Turning to his posse, he shouted to them with a stern, authoritative voice before walking out to the parking lot. “Ya'll play fair now, be good to this place.”

I watched as Clive's shoulders relaxed a little, as a little of the color returned to his face.

“Maybe we should leave?” he said, leaning over the table. “Get back on the road?”

“Oh, stop” I said, dismissively as our burgers arrived. I don't even have the energy to pretend anymore, I'm tired of Clive, I'm tired of this life. “I'm just going to grab something from the car” I said, squeezing out of the booth. “You start, I'll be right back.”

As I stepped out into the hot, desert air I took a deep breath. A wave of reality hit me, feeling that I thought had been long buried. '
I don't want my life
' I told myself, '
I don't want Clive, I don't want rental cars and hotels
'. Looking over towards the line of bikes, I knew what I wanted – I knew what I needed.
'That
' I whispered. '
That's what I want'.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of female giggling, coming from the side of the bar. Curious, I crept around to the corner of the building and peered around the wall.

I saw the waitress first, kneeling in front of Red. While his shirt was still on, his pants were around his ankles, the waitress sitting with Red’s cock in her hand, stroking him. Standing there, poking my head around the corner, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’d never been one for watching, but this was different. This was hot. Even from my distance it seemed huge, a throbbing dick that seemed to glisten in the afternoon  sunlight. Even for a girl as experienced as I was, I knew that cock was magnificent – I knew what should be done with something like that.

With his hands on the back of her head he had guided her mouth onto his dick. Stroking his balls she had taken him fully into her mouth, sucking his head before deep throating him. He had pushed himself further into her, forcing her to take every inch of his greatness.

While I watched I could feel my pussy drenching my panties. I knew that I should leave, that it was quite wrong to be watching this private scene between people that I didn't know. I felt so dirty to be watching, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from the show. I slowly slid my fingers down my body and tucked them into my dress, routing past layers of fabric until I could feel my wetness through my panties. While the waitress sucked on the bulbous head of her fleeting lover I fingered myself, my pussy begging me to join in.

As Red stood with his hands on the back of the waitress he started to groan softly. Reaching down to his partner he lifted her t-shirt over her head, revealing her black bra. Roughly he lifted her tits out of their support, kneading her flesh with his strong hands. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood over her, stroking himself while holding her head back. She sat, still kneeling, with her tongue stretched out. Ready for him.

As I quickened my massage he rubbed his cock faster, his hand running the length of his shaft. His breathing as fast as mine he let out a great moan, a deep growl that sent me through the barrier towards my own orgasm. As I came I looked at his face to see that his eyes were fixed on mine - staring at me he shuddered as he emptied his load onto her face.

I gasped, before spinning around the wall.
He saw me! What the fuck do I do now?

My heart pounded in my chest as I heard him speaking to the waitress, telling her to fix him a beer and a burger. He wasn't telling her that they'd had a witness – that was some comfort at least. As she swung open a door at the side of the bar I heard a Zippo lighter flinging open, a smoke being lit. Just as I thought that the coast might be clear, that I might be able to sneak back into the bar – I heard his footsteps and saw his face as he came to the front of the building.

“Like what you see?” he asked, staring at me. His deep blue eyes probed my soul, making me weak at the knees.

“I – uh – I'm sorry” I stuttered, “I didn't mean to, you know.. see.”

“That doesn't answer the question” he said, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. “Did you like what you saw?”

I felt trapped, yet free. This man knew that I had spied on him, but didn't seem to care. At that moment I fell for his attitude, such a breath of fresh air when compared to Clive.

“Yes” I whispered. “Yes, I did.”

“You're cute” he said, looking at my chest. “What's a cute girl like you doing with a guy like that?”

“Long story” I said, turning to face him. I have no idea why I thought it would be a good idea, but I reached towards his hand, taking his cigarette. Bringing it to my own lips I tasted his scent, his oily kiss- his heat. “What's yours?”

“Long story” he said with a grin. “You want a fuck?”

I was taken aback by his forthright nature, but instantly aroused. My pussy gushed as he released those four simple words – of course I fucking did – are you kidding?

“You don't hold back” I said, taking another drag of his smoke. “What makes you think I'd do that?”

“Because” he said, leaning in to me – allowing my neck to feel his hot breath, “Because you're bored with your life. Because you've never been truly fucked by that wet blanket in there. Because you want me, because you want to ride with me. Because you couldn't take your eyes off me, because you want to feel me inside you.”

He basically had everything right.

“Quick” I gasped, dragging him around to the side of the building. “Be quick.”

I dragged him by his hand as he flicked the cigarette to the ground. Pushing him against the wall of the bar, I stepped back – running my hands up and down my body as I stared into his eyes.

Turning away from him I lifted my shirt over my head, my nipples already hard and begging to be played with. Bending over I pulled my pants over my hips, presenting my bare ass to him. I looked over my shoulder, and begged him to do to me what I'd wanted from him from the moment that I had first laid eyes on him.

“
Fuck me.” I told him. “I need you inside of me”.

Red stepped towards me, his strong hands grabbing onto my ass. His fingers dove into my pussy, already soaked, warm, and sensitive to his touch. He unzipped his pants and brought his thick cock to the entrance of my pussy as I lowered my bend, reaching downwards to grip my ankles. He pushed his cock against me, struggling to fit it into my tight hole as his hands roughly parted my ass cheeks, allowing for a wider opening. I put one of my hands on the floor to brace myself as he pushed into me, his size great, his dick pushing through the layers of my pussy with ease.

“
Fuck me!” I gasped, begging for more. “Fuck me hard!”