When the Master Comes: Speed Trap, part IV

Susan didn’t say the first five things she wanted to say as she drove the unit away from the police station. Fat, obscene… pig!  The Gates was at the far end of the town, situated so that the people staying there would be able to see the mountains where they’d go and have fun, while also being able to look down at the warm lights of the Gates as they returned from a day of hiking and skiing. Now it was just locals.

Almost like the town is cursed.

“You do seem to have a healthy population,” Mark said as they drove past a housewife on the way back from shopping. She had dark brown hair, her dress barely holding in her massive tits and curvy ass.

“I guess it’s the water!” Beatrice said. “When I moved here I wasn’t nearly like…” She gestured and blushed.

Great, Beatrice, real professional, Susan thought. Bring up the fact that our town is T&A central.

“Well, you take your blessings where you can get them,” Mark said, and suddenly Susan felt a surge of jealousy. It’s not like I’m tiny. Just because she didn’t have those huge dugs that Beatrice or that bitch on the sidewalk did, didn’t mean Mark wouldn’t look at her…

She made a right turn, then pressed her legs together, a strange warmth growing between them.

“So, why did you become a police officer, Beatrice?” Mark asked.

Is he flirting with her?

“I… I uh, well, I graduated from high school and there’s not much to do in town. I mean, there’s college, but…”

“Why didn’t you leave once you realized there wasn’t much to do here? After all, a girl such as yourself…”

Beatrice licked her lips. “I… It’s just home. When I got here, I like, couldn’t really imagine staying anywhere else.”

“Ah.”

Susan glanced back at Mark as she headed down the street. They were a few minutes out.

But… Beatrice was right. Leaving just felt… wrong.

When they stopped at the Gates, Mark glanced at her as he got out. “Why don’t you come with me? You two have had a long day. And maybe we should talk.”

We need to get back to work… But there was something in his eyes. Something powerful. Something…

“Okay,” Susan said. It’s not like we need to be back there checking for some speed trap victims. The chief is already happy enough with this one.

The Gates seemed to exude a sense of lost nobility. The structure was made out of wood, trees cut down nearly a half-century ago, lovingly polished and assembled…

But now there were stains and in some places, coats of paint had been applied, trying to give it a more modern look, while only succeeding in making it look even more run down. The parking lot only had a few cars in it, and the swimming pool was empty. When they got out of the car, Mark took the lead, striding into the lobby, forcing Beatrice and Susan to hurry to catch up with him.

Inside, the lobby looked a little better, not being exposed to the weather. There was a big fireplace in the center, unlit. The floor looked…

Okay, it looked like it needed someone to go over it with a vacuum. 

Mark walked forward to the counter, where a short, Asian girl was standing, her shirt stretched out by her tits, showing an expanse of cleavage.

“Uh, may I help you?” She asked.

“Yes,” Mark said, and then his gaze was roaming over the clerk’s short body. Susan felt another surge of irritation. It wasn’t that she cared he was looking at the other girl just that…

He’d flirted with Beatrice and now he was looking at the clerk, and why wasn’t he looking at Susan?

“I would like a room,” he said.

“Oh—yes, right away!” the clerk said, blushing. “I’m Akiko!”

“I’m Mark, Akiko,” he said, handing her his credit card. “So, have you worked here very long?” 

“Oh, ah, yes, since I got out of the college!” Akiko said. “I…”

“You just decided this town was right for you, and you felt like you couldn’t possibly leave,” Mark replied. He let his eyes linger over her impressive bustline.

“A, yes, sir! I mean, I just… it’s a little town, but it felt right!”

“Good, girl.” Mark smiled, and Akiko didn’t frown at his words. She blushed.

Susan seethed.

“Well, officers,” Mark turned back to them as he spoke. “Dear Akiko can show me to my room so I suppose you would like to le—“

“No!” Beatrice said. “I… I think we should go with you! To like tell you about the town!”

“I can do that,” Akiko said, an edge in her formerly timid voice.

“No,” Susan said, and God she was getting hot between her legs. “We can.  You probably need to stay out here, in case anyone else shows up.”  She smirked at Akiko’s glare as the younger woman looked out over the empty lobby and equally empty car lot beyond it.

Without another word, Mark turned and headed for the stairs. Susan wondered why he didn’t try the elevator, but given how old this place was…

Yeah, he probably didn’t want to get stuck in an elevator.

“I’m ah, certain you’ll get your car back,” Beatrice said.

“Oh right!” Susan told him. “You’ll get it back.”

He didn’t say anything, just kept walking. Susan started wiggling a little bit. It was strange, just walking behind this man. He hadn’t been anything other than polite, but she felt…

Like he was about to call her on the carpet. Make her apologize… Susan wiggled her hips at the thought.

Being made to apologize…  Susan shivered.

Mark’s room was on the top story, looking out over the dark mountains that framed the valley, tall trees, and deep canyons giving it an otherworldly appearance. Once, there had cabins up there.

“Come in, ladies,” Mark said. “We have some things to talk about.”

Susan almost turned him down. After all, they had just come up here to see him to the room and—she met his eyes and it was like her thoughts just shuddered to a halt.

“Come in,” he repeated, indicating the open door with one hand. Susan licked her lips, but there was only his words. That was all she heard, all she understood.

And then she walked in, Beatrice following her.

“We have some things to talk about,” Mark said. “Sit down, and listen.”

Susan shivered. She wasn’t just hot, she was getting wet. She could see the impressions of Beatrices’ big nipples showing through her shirt. Susan’s nipples felt stiff and sensitive as well.

But she… she… she should…

And without hesitation, Susan joined Beatrice in pulling out a chair, sitting down, and looking at the standing man, as he stared down at them, his presence seeming to fill the room.

“Good. Let’s get started.”