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Mystery of the Music Box
A Bed and Breakfast Story
Mary Jane Clyde has not traveled much in her 20 years.
She has flown by plane a couple of times but this was the first time she’d
traveled by Greyhound. As the bus driver watches her boarding the bus,
he thinks it most unusual that such a classy woman would be traveling
with what he considered the dregs of society. But he is most glad to lay
his eyes on her classic greek beauty; her jet black hair, her dark eyes,
her olive complexion, and her petite waist. Of course what she notices
the bus driver looking at is her huge breast.
Mary Jane positions beneath her seat her large red pocketbook
and another small white bag she is carrying. She then sits down and doses
off.
When Mary Jane wakes up she stares at the blonde haired
stud sitting across from her on the Greyhound Bus. His hair is shoulder
length and his eyes are blue and she wishes there is something she might
think of to say to him. She imagines he is shirtless and thinks how nice
it would be to run her tongue down his rock hard stomach. She wonders
what it might be like to have his muscular arms wrapped around her. She
greatly regrets she has not had sex since her ill fated tryst in the park.
Then the Bus stops. The young man, Jack Syleson, stands
up and she sighs. She wishes she might get off the bus with him, but it
is not her stop. He gets off the bus, gets his luggage, and then remaining
in the bus she waits to travel on. He glances up at the young woman staring
at him through the bus window. He somewhat regrets that he stole a music
box from her bag.
As the Greyhound Bus pulls off, Jack looks out toward
the ocean and notices a couple of nice looking women frolicking in the
waves. He considers there are worse places he might have been assigned
to sell Reverend Trask’s bibles.
Jack gets his luggage and sits down on a bench. He opens up his backpack
and pulls out a music box he has stolen from the young woman sitting across
from him on the bus. He notices what he thinks is odd red paint on the
bottom of the music box. Listening to the music he pulls out a piece of
paper from the box. It is a blackmail letter either the young woman or
someone else has started but then never finished.
“I expect to be paid $10,000 or your father will
receive pictures of you and I in the public park. I am sure he will not
much like seeing what you and I are doing. I do not like “
Jack is not sure what to make of the letter. He puts it
back in the music box and puts the music box back into his backpack.
Jack looks up at what appears to be a 50 year or so man
staring at him. He thinks he might recognize the man from somewhere but
he isn’t sure. Jack smiles and winks at the man and the man turns
and walks away. Jack guesses that perhaps sometime in the past he has
sold the man a bible.
Jack fastens his backpack onto his back and then picks up his suitcase.
He only has to walk three blocks to reach the bed and breakfast where
he will be staying.
As he enters the bed and breakfast he sees Joseph Wigham,
Willy Trax, and Samantha Grey. In a way he is glad to see they will be
his company on this assignment but in a way he fears he is getting too
close to them. He thinks he does not want to get attached to them or anyone.
Joseph Wigham is handsome in a different way from Jack.
He has well groomed brown hair and he has dark brown eyes. He isn’t
muscular but is well toned and in shape. Jack considers Joseph’s
face is pretty. He isn’t sure whether he more attracted to or jealous
of Joseph.
Willy Trax is a rather plain looking man. He is somewhat
on the pudgy side. He has unkempt reddish hair and green eyes. Jack has
kind of a soft spot for Willy Trax but at the same time, sometimes he
can’t help but pick on him.
Samantha Grey is a totally beautiful woman with a Marilyn
Monroe figure. Jack loves running his fingers through her long blonde
hair and kissing her breast. She has an easy smile and her blue eyes sometimes
twinkle revealing a bit of a devilish side. Jack and Samantha are sometimes
lovers and sometimes rivals. Playing mind games with helpless victims
is their favorite past time. This is to the detriment of Joseph and Willy.
Willy especially sometimes feels like when he is in a room with them he
is like a mouse in a room with two cats.
Jack walks toward the stairwell without saying anything
to any of them. At the stairwell, he bumps into Joseph Wigham. They stop
after the collision without separating. Neither plan to give an inch.
Nose to nose, stomach to stomach, crotch to crotch, and eye to eye they
stare at one another. Silently, they stare into each other’s eyes.
Then Joseph says in a gruff whisper, “Get the fuck out of my way
you sorry cock sucking bastard.”
Jack smiles. He laughs. “What have I done to you
today?”
“I don’t like you. I just don’t like you.”
Samantha laughs. “I think he is still angry because
you sold twice as many Bibles as he did in Doraville.
“Come on now. You know you can‘t help but love
me,” Jack says but somewhat chokes on the word love.
“Love. I don‘t think so.”
“Can I suck your cock.”
“No, you can’t suck my cock.”
“I think you would enjoy my mouth on your cock.”
“You are one sick fuck.”
Beautiful Samantha Grey walks up. Smiling ear to ear she
whispers to Joseph. “Let him suck your cock. He has a tongue that
will drive you wild.”
Joseph looks at Willy sitting on the couch. “Why
did you two let Willy think that you Samantha have a crush on him? He
is just sitting there. He hardly speaks to any of us any more.”
Samantha looks at Joseph and licks her lips. “I don‘t
dislike Willy. He might stand a chance with me.”
Jack tells Joseph. “Willy might even stand a chance
with me.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you people. You two
have hurt Willy enough. Leave him alone”
Jack drops his luggage. He pushes Joseph back against
the wall. He puts his lips to Joseph’s lips. He kisses him long,
deep, and hard. Realizing he is getting an erection from the kiss, Joseph
covers himself and runs up the stairs toward his bedroom.
Samantha laughs, “I am glad Reverend Trask did not
walk in to see that. Willy walks quietly past them and up to his bedroom.
Samantha says, “We really did hurt Willy.”
“Willy will be okay. We will make it right. But we
are going to have some fun in the process.”
Jack picks his luggage up and goes up stairs to the bedroom
that has been assigned to him. He sits his luggage on top of an old oak
antique dresser. Jack kicks his shoes off, takes his shirt off and slips
his worn blue jeans off. He tosses his clothes over onto a red velvet
chair in front of the antique dresser. Jack pulls down the covers and
lays down in the nice, comfort feel of clean, cool sheets against his
skin.
Jack Syleson stares up toward the bland white ceiling
of the bedroom and he looks around at the pale blue walls. He listens
to the branch of a tree scratching against the window to the room. Then
he reaches his hand down into his underwear and begins squeezing and playing
with his own balls. Losing interest, he goes to sleep.
He begins to dream. The woman from the bus is in the park.
The man he’d seen staring at him while he was looking at the note
from the music box is also in the park. The man is holding a camera. The
woman is holding a gun and there are two bloody corpses at her feet.
Jack woke. “Damned.” But quickly the dream fades
from his thoughts as his thoughts turn to himself.
Jack sits up and eases himself to repose on the edge of
the bed. He runs his hands through his blonde hair and yawns. Jack wants
to relax. He wants to feel comfortable. But his tension builds as he considers
his life.
Jack wonders, “Why in the fuck haven’t I quit
this job.” But he doesn’t know what he would do without the
job. He feels so lost. People he thought were his friends no longer speak
to him. His brother and sister do that fake friendly bit with him at family
gatherings, but he knows they no longer like being around him. When was
the last time either of them had invited him to go anywhere with them.
He couldn’t remember.
Standing up, Jack reaches over to the chair now in front
of the window and away from the oak antique dresser. He picks up his worn
blue jeans. Sliding them on, he then zips them up. He then puts on his
old torn, green, t-shirt. Then staring into the mirror he wonders, “What
do I do to irritate people?”
Jack looks at his luggage on top of the dresser and considers
putting the luggage into the closet. First though, he walks over to open
the closet door to look inside. He puts his right hand on the doorknob.
He starts to turn the doorknob. But then he doesn’t. He hears a noise
in the hall outside his room and so he walks over to look outside his
room.
There he sees Willy. Smiling, Willy puts his arm around
Jack. Jack can smell the booze on Willy’s breath. Willy says, “Have
you seen the Greek Beauty who just registered to stay at this Bed and
Breakfast. She is so beautiful. But of course she will have nothing to
do with me.”
Jack slides with Willy into Willy’s bedroom. Jack
tells him, “You do not give yourself enough credit.”
Willy looks at Jack. “Do you know you are more pretty
than most of the women who I have ever slept with.”
“You are drunk.”
“And horny.”
Jack turns and starts to walk out of the bedroom but Willy
stops him. “Suck my cock. Please suck my cock.”
“Now you know it is Samantha you really want.”
“But she doesn’t want me.”
“She will.”
Samantha comes into Willy’s bedroom as Jack leaves.
Jack goes down stairs and then walks outside of the house and begins walking
on the beach. Walking on the beach, Jack thinks how easy it would be to
die this night. What does he have to live for?
Suddenly Joseph runs up next to him. “I can’t
get that fucking kiss out of my mind. It was so pussy loving good. Totally
george.”
Jack smiles at Joseph. “You don’t want to get
mixed up with me. I am such a total asshole.”
“I don’t want to make you my nuts licking wife.
I am not talking about getting my life all twisted up with yours.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“I want you to kiss me again.”
Jack grabs hold of Joseph. He wraps his arms around him.
He presses his crotch up against Joseph’s crotch. He then lays his
head on Joseph’s shoulder. Jack whispers, “I want someone to
love me. Can you love me?”
“I don’t even know whether I can like you. But
feeling your arms around me. It felt so good.”
“I am not asking you to like me. Can you love me?”
Suddenly, Mary Jane Clyde walks up. She no longer is feeling
timid around the nice looking stud. “You fucker. You stole my music
box. I want it back.”
“I saw the blackmail note inside of it.”
“That is none of your business. I want my music box
back.” Mary Jane pulls out a gun and points it at Jack. “Take
me to my music box.”
Joseph steps back away from Jack. He looks at the Greek
Beauty. “You are the music box blackmailer. I read about you on sayata.com.
You get well off young men to dress up in women’s clothes to have
sex with you in public places and then you blackmail them. You always
send the blackmail note in a music box that you leave outside their door.”
Jack tells her, “The music box is in my room.”
“I searched your room. It is not in your room.”
“Then I have no idea. I guess someone must have stolen
it from me. But what is the big deal. Get a new music box. Write a new
letter out.”
“I’m not the blackmailer.”
“So you were being blackmailed.”
Joseph thought a second. “That would mean she is
a dude. Damned. She is one pretty dude.”
Jack stared at the gun being pointed at him. “She
is not just a dude. She is a killer.”
“You are smart. Aren’t you.”
“That music box proves you are the killer.”
Joseph ask, “How?”
“She/he killed the blackmailer, before the letter
was finished. I thought it was red paint on the bottom of the box. It
is blood. That is DNA evidence. And there is something about the box that
somehow identifies you.”
Joseph shakes his head. “So why not destroy the box.
Why carry it with you?”
“I am not telling you. God.” She then points
her gun taking aim right between Joseph’s eyes.
Jack quickly jumps to knock the killer to the ground before
she/he can fire the gun. About that same the man Jack saw at the bus station
walks up. He flashes his badge and quickly takes over to put handcuffs
on the killer of the Music Box blackmailer.
The detective explains, “The music box is fireproof
and not easily destroyed. A secret compartment, that can only be opened
by turning the winder in combination back and forward, holds a flash disk
with the blackmail pictures.”
Jack ask, “Do you have the music box?”
“Yes, I removed it from your room earlier. I’d
been working on the case and in talking with other blackmail victims had
already figured out how to access the compartment.”
The police detective puts the killer into the back of
his unmarked police car and drives off, leaving Jack and Joseph standing
somewhat confused. Joseph laughs, “Well, that was weird.”
Jack shakes his head. “I will think twice before
I steal anything again and that includes your love.”
Joseph grabs hold of Jack. He kisses him. He yanks his
shirt off and runs his tongue over Jack’s nipples. He then runs his
tongue down to Jack’s belly button and then unzips Jack’s worn
blue jeans. Joseph has every intention of putting Jack’s cock into
his mouth. There is a part of him that really wants to suck on it. But
he doesn’t. He does not think he can.
“You saved my life. God knows you make me horny as
hell. But I don’t love you.”
“You don’t have to love me. Just suck it.”
Joseph had never had a cock in his mouth before. It was
an odd feeling to him.
“Just take it slow. Lick the head. Lick my balls.”
After Jack shot a hot load of cum onto the side of Joseph’s
face, Jack knelt down next to him and kissed him. “You don’t
have to love me. I do love you.”
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