SLUTBURBIA Chapter Four - The Rat

"Fuck me," Juanita mumbled under her breath and dropped her keys. She was balancing three plastic shopping bags on her knee while fumbling through her purse to open the car door. She had automatic locks, all she needed to do was push a button, but things weren't going her way today. She was making one of Tony's favorite dishes tonight, Parmesan Chicken, and had decided to load herself up rather than take a cart. What the fuck had she been thinking?

"Can I help you with that ma'am?" a deep masculine voice startled her.

Ma'am? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not that old...yet. She turned to let her rescuer know how she felt about being called ma'am and came face to face with a mountain of muscle. She stared at his wide, well defined chest and slowly looked up to his face. The bright sunlight made her squint but she could tell he was gorgeous. Straight strong jaw, thick blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't to make you grimace with my hideous visage," he chuckled. She wasn't sure what a couple of those words meant but she laughed with him and said "no, not at all...I'm just having one of those days."

"I wouldn't think a pretty woman like you would ever have those days," he smiled and bent down to pick up her keys. She stepped back for a look at his ass and was instantly glad that she did. It was a fine ass indeed.
"I hope you enjoyed the show," he said as he clicked her car doors open and took the bags from her, loading them in the back seat. Juanita felt her cheeks getting hot and she stammered some excuse before she opened her drivers door to get in.

"You might need these," he said, dangling her keys in the air before her. She reached for them and he pulled back. "You'll have to come get them," he winked. God he was a hot man, and God he knew it.
Juanita got back out of the car, put her hands on her hips and did her best impression of a woman not completely gaga over this hunk of a man. "Stop playing games, I have to get home before the ice cream melts."

"You just have to take them," he said, shaking the keys. She reached up for them and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. "I think we should get a drink some time," he stated, staring into her eyes.
If he wasn't so damn fine, she probably would have been alarmed. But he was damn fine and she was instantly hot and wet, she'd be rubbing one off in the tub tonight thinking about his bulging arms, multiple tattoos and rock hard abs. She'd never been with a tough guy before, this one could be a biker with his ink and scruffy clothes, but that just excited her. She loved to try new things. If she could eat sashimi, she could fuck a bad boy...a really bad boy.

"I don't know if my husband would like that," she said, trying to sound sassy. He's got to work for it a little bit, she chewed her lower lip and let her gaze travel up and down his body again, maybe just a tiny little bit.

"Your husband doesn't have to know," he replied, his face close enough to her that she could feel his hot breath on her forehead. Her knees felt weak and she thought she might swoon.

"Ok, let me get my phone and I'll add your number," she said, turned around, bent over and dug through her purse for the phone. She knew exactly where it was, but hours spent sculpting her ass in the gym each week were worth showing off. And she knew he was looking.

"Here it is," she stood back up and waved the phone with a dramatic flare. She opened her contacts list and said "what's your name?"

"It's Holden," he said. She looked startled and asked how to spell it. "Exactly like the book, my mom loved literature."

Juanita wracked her brain, so much for her mom working three jobs to put her through a fancy private school, Juanita suddenly wished she had read more and sucked less cock in high school.

"You mean 'The Notebook'?" she asked, taking a shot in the dark.

"Yes, that's the book I mean. My mom was a time traveler too, she named me for a character in a book written thirty years after I was born," he laughed. "It's a good thing you're so pretty."

"Oh thank you," Juanita fluttered her eyelashes at him. This was in the bag.

"You might want to give me a woman's name, just in case your husband looks through your phone," he said.

"Ohhhh good idea, thanks! You'll be Marge, ok? Now what's your number?"

They exchanged their information and Juanita turned to leave. Holden grabbed her wrist again as she was getting into her car. He pulled her towards him and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She struggled against him but melted as soon as she touched his body. Hers pressed up against his and she stilled, staring up at him like a deer in headlights. He leaned over her and kissed her fiercely. He claimed her mouth as his territory, his tongue pushing in and battling hers into submission. Her knees buckled and she thought she was going to fall. He reached one arm around her and steadied her, his breath becoming ragged as their kiss deepened. She could feel his cock stiffen and press against her thigh. He grabbed her ass with one hand and pulled her against his hardness, it felt massive. He drew back suddenly, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"I'll text you soon," he tipped an imaginary hat and walked away from her, his stride long and confident. She brushed herself off, smoothed her hair and looked around, hoping nobody saw her. She didn't know what came over her, how she could be so foolish. If one of the bitches from her block saw that, Tony would know about it before she got home.

She got into her car, heard the roar of a bike and saw him pull out of the parking lot. Of course he's a biker, she thought, completely unsurprised. She felt a delicious heat between her thighs and couldn't wait for her bath tonight.

*****

Juanita was exhausted. Dinner had gone well and she had nailed the recipe on the first try. Tony was now in the den, feet up on the coffee table, watching some world series of poker shit on the TV. Juanita couldn't even pretend to be interested, but it freed her evening up for some wine, a hot bath and a little fantasy about Holden.He didn't seem like he was in the mood for sex, so a little fun on her own was on the after dinner menu.

She gingerly stepped into the hot water, wine glass in one hand, phone in the other. She was going to google his name and find out as much as she could about him. She had his phone number and his first name, it didn't usually take much to hunt people down online. She set the phone on the ledge next to the scented candles, sipped her wine and laid back. Juanita sighed heavily, closed her eyes and set the wine glass down. She let the hot water soak away her stress and anxiety over pleasing Tony, her guilty conscience over watching the neighbor made her especially loving at the moment and he was beginning to take advantage of it.

Her phone buzzed, startling her out of her meditative state. She dried her hand on the towel next to the bath and picked it up. It was a new text from "Marge". Her fingers shook as she slid the bar across to open it.

He wrote "what are you up to sexy?".

Juanita smiled, he made her feel sexy and nasty, she should feel guilty but her kitten had taken over at this point.

"Thinking of u" she replied.

 "Call me right now."

She entered his number, he picked up on the first ring.

"What are you wearing?" he demanded.

"What if my husband were around? I should contact you, we need to be careful," she replied.

"I said what are you wearing? I don't give a fuck about your husband, I want to know what you have your fine ass squeezed into at the moment."

"Uh, nothing, just a bath tub," she said, smiling.

"You're naked, perfect. I want you to play with yourself."

"Why don't we wait until you can play with me?"

"Touch your clit, right now...put it on speaker, I want to hear."

"My husband-"

"I said I don't give a fuck about your husband, do it or I'm hanging up."

Juanita sighed, listened carefully and confirmed that Tony was still watching TV downstairs. She could hear it faintly. The bathroom was private enough that she might just get away with this, and Holden was hot and bad enough that she couldn't say no. Her pussy throbbed and any protest she might have at the way he was treating her was long gone. Maybe watching the Fucking Hot neighbor slap the blonde's ass had influenced her more than she thought. She clicked her phone to speaker and set it next to the candles.

"Ok, it's on. What do you want from me?" she asked.

"I want you to touch yourself and say my name."

Juanita obliged, she found her swollen clit and breathed "Holden" as she started rubbing herself gently.

"Perfect, now I want you to rub yourself harder and think of me, my hand doing it. I'll be holding you down, you'll be struggling and wiggling underneath me but unable to get away. My fingers are merciless, finding your clit and rubbing your raw nerves until you can barely remember your own name. So rub yourself now, you nasty little slut."

Juanita hated being called such a vile name, but some base part of her responded to the name calling. She felt like a nasty little slut and wanted to please him. She was rubbing her clit faster now, her breathing coming harder and the water splashing around the edges of the tub.

"I'm doing it," she said, panting slightly. Her face was hot and she wanted to cum.

"Ok, now I want you to stop."

"What do you mean? I'm almost there!"

"Stop now. I don't want you to cum until I'm ready to let you."

Juanita stopped, but was pissed. "What the fuck? This is a stupid game, I'm just going to rub one off the minute I hang up you know."

"No you won't. I know you want to feel my cock deep inside of you, your pussy clenching it as you squirm and squeal the best fucking orgasm of your life. If you disobey me, I won't let this happen. So no, you will not do it. You will not play with yourself until we get together. Then I will watch you play with your clit and fuck your pussy, but it will be for me. For my pleasure. You understand?"

"Uh huh," Juanita managed to squeak out. He was right, damn him. She wanted his thick cock more than ever now. She wondered how long it would be, if he would pound her hard enough to hit her deep inside.

"I will contact you in the next two days to let you know where we will meet up." The phone clicked and he hung up.

Juanita let her hand creep back down to her hot pussy, it was throbbing with pent up lust, but she couldn't bring herself to touch it. Maybe she could seduce Tony tonight, that might take some of the pressure off. Who am I kidding? He barely wants to touch me these days, and the only thing that will take the edge off is if he gobbles my pussy like a starving man, and I know that's not going to happen. Fuck!

Juanita tried to relax and enjoy the rest of her bath. A quick google search brought up nothing for his name or phone number. She would have to figure out his last name and pay one of those online services to dig up some information on him. She hated being at such a disadvantage.

This made two mysterious men in the last week or so. Juanita had run a records search on Fucking Hot next door, he finally had a name...Victor Stone...but she could find nothing about him either. Hot mysterious men, looks like my life is getting more interesting.

"Juanita, what are you doing?" Tony called from the bedroom.

"Just finished my bath sweetie, you want to come join me?"

"No, I'm heading to bed. I've got an early practice tomorrow."

Fuck, this meant no sex at all, and he'd be snoring and hogging the covers by the time she made it to bed. She hated it when he got there first and staked out his territory. They had a king, but somehow Tony managed to drape his long frame over the entire thing and leave Juanita huddled to the edge on her side with barely any blanket.

She dried off and went to get a nightie. She peeked down into Fucking Hot, Victor's bedroom window half hoping for a show, but the drapes were drawn. Dammit, not even a little naked action for me tonight. What a bust.

She climbed into bed and laid in the dark, listening to Tony's horrific symphony. She thought again about touching her clit, rubbing a quick one off, but the promise of that huge cock splitting her as she struggled was enough to keep her hands out of her panties. She silently prayed it was huge, long and thick. She also prayed he was well groomed. Nothing turned Juanita off like a ball fro. She sighed heavily and drifted to sleep.

*****

Holden sat in the dark hotel room and smiled. He would have good news to report back to his boss by next week. He was sure he'd found the rat that had testified against them last year in New York. Now he just had to be patient enough to position himself to find out. It was an unexpected pleasure that the neighbor just happened to be a horny housewife with a sex drive to match Holden's depravity.

He sipped his glass of Cabernet and turned on his lap top. He needed to check the markets and see how his investments were doing. Holden didn't need to kill for the NYC chapter of the Outlaw biker gang, but he enjoyed it. He had been raised in privilege and luxury in one of the oldest, wealthiest families on the East Coast. He also had a penchant for dirty work, killing, and fucking and spending time with the lowest of society's dredges. Seeing humanity in its basest form offered him some kind of comfort...and he couldn't imagine spending the rest of his life fucking some ice cold upper class dead fish like his older brother. He didn't need to carry on the family name or participate in the family business, so he followed his desires and ended up working for Roscoe, the mad dog leader of their group.

Holden shut the computer and wondered what had happened to Asia, the hot blonde killer Roscoe had sent up last month. About a week ago they stopped hearing from her and had become concerned. She was supposed to gather as much on the rat as she could and report back to Roscoe, but Holden had a suspicion she had gone too far and gotten reckless. She didn't have the ability to say no that often, when the two of them had gotten together Holden had been able to take out anything on her, using and abusing her body in any way imaginable, she had always eaten it up and asked for more.

His cock twitched and hardened as he thought of the last time they had been together. If something had happened to her, he'd be fucking angry. Not out of any sense of love or feeling for her, but more like a jealous reaction to somebody wrecking his play thing. He would have to find out where she had been staying and see if she had left behind any clues. Until then, he'd keep watching the snitch and plan out the many ways he'd fuck Juanita like she'd never been fucked before.

It was going to be a good week, no matter how it unfolded. He smiled and laid back on the bed. Life was good, and it was only going to get better.

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