Anonymous Encounters(12)

But steeling myself, I went for the kill. This was no time to beat  around the bush, the girl had my semen seeping from her holes even now.  Shit, she could be pregnant already.

DONNY: Baby, I'll come by tomorrow. Let me come by tomorrow and give you the pill.

LIPSTICK4EVAH: But Daddy, you told me not to let strange men know where I live. It's wrong, it's dangerous.

That was true, but now the circumstances were different. I wasn't a  strange man anymore, I was her Daddy, and my baby could be pregnant  already. I had to see her, I had to put her on the good stuff.

DONNY: Honey, I think we both know that I'm more than an anonymous fuck  already. You saw me, and I saw you. We know each other now, you even  have my cell.

LIPSTICK4EVAH: That's true  …

Shit, what was Rachel's hesitation? And why the fuck had I given her  that advice before, to not let strange men know where she lived? Oh  right, because I wanted what was best for the female, but now that  advice was doing me in. Cursing, I typed furiously again.

DONNY: What is it honey? What's making you pause?

LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, it's just that I saw you Donovan, and  …

DONNY: And what?

LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, you were so handsome. You are so handsome Daddy, I couldn't see much but you're really cut, aren't you?

I grunted, pleased despite myself. Because fuck yeah, I'm forty-five but  I work out like a mofo, this bod is made to please women and yeah, I  have a good-looking mug. Which is all the more ironic, given that my  thing is anonymous fucks. But still, my chiseled features and strong jaw  make ladies melt like butter every day, and like a fucking asshole, I  worked it to my advantage.

DONNY: Honey, we weren't supposed to see each other's faces, or at  least, you weren't supposed to see mine. But it only goes to show that  we're not strangers anymore, so let me come over okay? Let me come over  and give you the pill, you'll be safe that way. Please baby.

Was that really me? Was that really Mr. Alpha on his knees before a  teenage innocent? What happened to working the situation to my  advantage? Instead, I was the supplicant, begging the sweet female for a  moment of her time.

LIPSTICK4EVAH: I guess so, Daddy. But do you want me to see your face again? I mean, how are we going to handle that?

I paused. It'd be easy to leave the pills in her mailbox, or to give  them to the doorman or something. But no, I wanted to see her. I wanted  to see those beautiful features, to feel that hefty body heaving around  me again. I wanted another face-plant, shit another dick-plant in her  puss. So I played it smooth.

DONNY: Baby, you're right. This whole faces / names thing has gone way  overboard, I totally get it. We've done things that were never in the  initial agreement, so why don't I just drop the pills off at your  apartment? Leave the door open and I'll come in and put them on a table,  nothing else. You can come out if you want, but if I don't see you,  that's okay too. I'll just be there for a minute.

There, that was a good tactic, right? Discreet and subtle? Letting her  feel in control? Of course, I had every intention of ravaging that  beautiful body, I was gonna storm Rachel's plump curves tomorrow for  sure. But the girl didn't know because she replied immediately.         

     



 

LIPSTICK4EVAH: Oh, I want to see you Daddy. I definitely want to see you  …

I groaned, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. How the fuck had this  happened? Because shit, I'm a dead man, I'm addicted to the teen, a  junkie seeking a high.

So fingers trembling, I typed again.

DONNY: Address, baby? I'll just be there for a minute, I promise. You can choose whether to come out or not.

LIPSTICK4EVAH: I know, Daddy. I know you're gonna do right by me, I know  it's for the birth control. Here it is: 245 Majestic Lane, Apartment  3D. It's the one at the back of the hallway, way, way, far back by the  small window.

I frowned, brows lowering. Despite the fact that her street was called  Majestic Lane, it was in a shitty part of the neighborhood, one where  thugs cruised by in lowered cars, working girls strutting the streets.  Shit, Rachel lived there? My baby lived in potential hovel, going to  sleep at night with rats squeaking, the sound of gunshots outside her  windows? Suddenly I knew I had to get over there to give her more than  just the birth control. Shit, I was gonna leave that girl a wad of cash,  if not a credit card so that she could get the fuck out of there asap.

And face hardening with resolve, I typed.

DONNY: Great honey, I'll be there around ten tomorrow. That work for you?

There was no sense in showing my concern, I didn't want to alarm the brunette.

LIPSTICK4EVAH: It's perfect Daddy, I don't have to get to work until  afternoon, so that's perfect. I'll leave the door unlocked. Bye! See you  tomorrow! Xoxox

DONNY: Bye baby, sleep well.

I almost added "double-lock all your doors and keep a shotgun by your  bed," but stopped myself. There was no need to set off warning bells.  Rachel was already inundated by a swell of events so no need to add to  the pile, and besides, I'd be there soon enough myself. The protective  surge in my chest was so strong, so dominating, that I almost had half a  mind to go over there now, in the middle of the night, and whisk her to  safety.

But grunting again, I snapped the laptop lid shut and stared forwards  resolutely. Shit, things had spun out of control. My anonymous  fingerfuck had gone way beyond what was initially anticipated. Because  not only had I fucked her for real, but I'd spurted in that sweet pussy,  and now I was going over to drop off a dose of Plan B. Now I was going  over to the beautiful brunette's apartment, and she might see my face  for real. She might see my face in broad daylight, sunlight streaming  through the shutters, everything about Donovan Jones unveiled.

But the thing is, I wasn't worried at all. I should have been, god  knows, especially with my seed still brewing in that fertile teenage  body. But the thought of Rachel, that sweet smile, those tantalizing  curves? All I knew is that I had to see her asap, I had to get that  little pussy wrapped around my dick once more. I had to see the female's  beauty, her innocence, the way those brown curls bounced, the way those  dimples flashed when she smiled.

I grunted angrily again, catching myself. What the fuck was wrong with  me? Why was I so fucking confused? I was only supposed to finger fuck  the girl with her eyes shut, a dark stranger from the shadows. And now I  was praising Rachel's smile? Her dimples? What the fuck was wrong with  me, what alpha male does this?

But the thing is it didn't matter. I wanted the brunette to be safe, I  wanted her to be comfortable and happy, preferably with my dick stuck  inside. So grunting, I got up with long strides and stalked into the  bedroom. There was no sense in getting worked up. I was insane, but it  was easy enough to extricate myself from the situation. I'd drop off the  pills and be out of there in no time tomorrow, my interlude with this  particular chickadee done.





CHAPTER SIX


Donovan




Shit, Rachel's neighborhood was even worse than I imagined. I'd had the  foresight to drive one of the Club's beater cars to her apartment  complex, but the Toyota still stood out because it was actually  clean-looking, its paint shiny and reflective, unlike the rusted shells  parked on the street.

But at least getting out of the car, there was no one else around. I  didn't see any pimps, druggies or working girls, all the better since it  was ten a.m., the sun already growing hot on the sidewalks. Otherwise,  the scene was pathetic in every way. Limp, saggy, apartment buildings  lined the pavement, not a piece of vegetation in sight. Everything was a  grimy pink or orange, blending into the background desert.         

     



 

With long strides, I took the stairs to her apartment building in twos.  The place was dank and dark inside, made all the worse by the smell of  mold. Skittering noises sounded in the walls, probably mice fighting,  but whatever. My baby wasn't gonna be here much longer, that was for  sure.

Making my way up to the third floor, I paused at the landing to look  around. There was a long, windy hallway, crooked and dark. Apartment 3D  was probably in the back of this maze like Rachel had said, and fishing  the Plan B packet out of my pocket, I stalked silently down the  corridor.

But when I got to 3D, my hackles rose. Because something was wrong.  Rachel hadn't just left the door unlocked, she'd left it open. It was  slightly ajar, a red carpet visible from outside. Frowning, I swung the  door open. What the fuck? How could she leave her door open in such a  shitty neighborhood? Even if she was waiting for me, what the fuck? It  was practically a calling card for robbers and murderers.

But as I stepped into the apartment, curiosity overtook me. Because the  girl was nowhere to be seen, but this was definitely her place. Homey  and snug, the living room was clean as a whistle, with a small seating  area leading to a tiny hallway with what looked like rooms in the back.

"Rachel," I called. "Yo baby, it's Donovan."