eBook: Three Faces In The Window(Erotic Domination of Planet Earth Book 3)
Three Faces In The Window(Erotic Domination of Planet Earth Book 3)
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Howie Canter was a slim twenty something fellow who stood five foot five inches. He was not exactly a gym bunny but he did work out a few times a week. He had blond hair that had a slight natural curl to it. His blue eyes still had that sparkle that comes from the youthful thinking of unrealistic expectations.
It had been with reluctance he had left his parents in Florida to move to Georgia but he had tired of working for his mom at her fortune reading business. If he was going to do detective work he wanted to be a real detective and the Jim Slade Detective School in Hotville Georgia had a good reputation. He thought the school had an opening for him but then after he got to Georgia, they didn’t.
He considered moving back to Florida to again work for his mom but then he decided he would hang around Hotville, Georgia for a bit. So he applied for jobs.
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Howie Canter arrived back at the Slim Motel where he had a room rented. He had just been hired at the Dewey Feed Store for a position he considered a really crappy job. It wasn’t the job he had hoped for that would have provided him a decent income while staying in Georgia. It wasn’t the management job he had applied for but still it was a job. He unlocked the door to his room and entered.
Howie felt uneasy about something but he wasn’t sure what. It was like there was someone watching him. He looked around the cheap motel room. He saw no one but just observed his own poverty. “No reason for someone to break in here.”
The brown suitcase in the edge of the closet was ragged. It had belonged to his grandmother and he had no idea how old it was. His gray leather shoes were old. He had a new pair of black shoes but he kept them saved back in the closet. Mostly though, he thought his poverty was seen by how bare the room and his closet were.
After a moment of feeling sorry for himself and the lack of jingle in his pocket and green in his wallet, he saw it. Goose bumps ran up his neck. He felt a shiver. What he saw was a monstrous creature that stood nearly a foot tall on its hind legs. Howie didn’t know how he could have earlier missed seeing it. It with its beady eyes that stared demonically in his direction.
The creature, a large wharf rat, in the corner of the room dropped from its upright standing position where it stood on its hind legs. As the creature changed to maneuver on all four legs, the creature crept all so ghoulish toward Howie. Howie wanted to scream but he didn’t; even as the creature continued its advance. Then suddenly, it stopped. It looked from direction to direction. It appeared to be contemplating something. Then its stare turned back toward Howie. Howie stared toward it. For a moment it was a game of watch, the two played; their eyes fixed as the clock ticked.
In a moment of bravery and unwanted desperation, Howie raced over and grabbed a baseball bat that he had next to his bed. The rat seemed to flinch at the menacing weapon Howie nerdishly outreached in front, like a girl wanting to protect her wet fingernails.
Howie shrilled with his voice an octave high, “Man, I don’t like killing but rats creep me out.” Howie darted forward from his waist up but his butt seemed to stay behind. The rat made a peculiar sound. It may have been a chuckle.
Then in a swift, hammering motion, Howie lowered the baseball bat. His aim was toward the rat. His aim was not good. He missed. The rat raced under the bed and vanished from sight. “Fuck,” Howie screamed. “He got away,” Howie sombered in dismay. Howie bent down to look under the bed. He saw the rat scamper through a hole in the wall. “Well, at least he is gone for now,” Howie solaced himself.
Earlier in the week, Howie had already informed the front desk that there was a rat coming into his room. At that point he had not seen the creature but had seen signs of it. He had found rat droppings in his shower. He had found paper chewed up. When he’d informed them of the rat, they had told him they would set traps to catch the rat, which they had done. For a moment Howie considered calling the front desk again, but then he figured complaining would be pointless.
Howie put the baseball bat down next to the bed. He then went to the bathroom. He saw three traps stacked in the corner of the bathroom. He knew the traps had previously been in different areas of the motel room.
“How odd,” Howie puzzled. “Did the rat do that?”
Howie shook his head. Feeling the urge to pee Howie unzipped his pants and lifted the lid to the toilet. Holding his large flaccid cock over the toilet he pissed a water fall.
“I am pissing like a stallion,” Howie bragged to himself. “Bet the rat can’t do that. At least I hope not.” When he finished peeing he closed the toilet lid as was his habit as his mom had trained him well.
Howie walked to the window of his room. Howie closed the curtains to his room. He turned the TV on. He flipped the channels until he found some softcore porn. He kicked off his shoes and stripped naked except for his white socks. He rubbed his stomach and fondled his cock and balls. Howie had a random thought, “I wonder how painful it is when a man has his cock pierced. I don’t think I would want to do that.” He lay down on the bed and played with himself as he watched a man on television kissing a woman’s breasts.
With a frown on his face and disappointment in his eyes Howie said, “I want to watch some real porn.”
Howie got out of bed. He didn’t see the wharf rat peeping out from under the bed. He opened the closet. “Wasn’t the closet open earlier?” He pulled his computer case from the closet. As he put the case on the bed, his partially erect cock touched against the case. He opened the case and removed his computer.
“Hello darling,” he said in a sexy voice to his computer. “I am thinking about buying a sex doll to keep you company.”
Howie put the computer and electrical connector on the bed and put the case back into the closet. As he was plugging his laptop into the electrical socket, he saw the wharf rat looking at him from under the bed.
“Son of a bitch!” Howie exclaimed.
He jumped across the bed and grabbed his baseball bat. By the time he got back around to where he had seen the rat, the rat had already vanished back under the bed and through the hole in the wall.
Howie put down the bat and crawled into his bed. He opened up his laptop. He loaded his browser and went to an x rated tube site. He clicked on the link to view straight porn. He looked over the videos in the list. One of the videos had a nice looking man titty fucking a woman. He enjoyed the image of the cock humping the large breasts for a moment.
Howie talked to himself. “I think I want to watch a different kind of porn tonight.”
He clicked on a link to where the bisexual porn videos were located. He looked over the different videos. He clicked on a video. The video was labelled xxxr31.
In the video there was a bare chested older man who looked sort of like a biker. Both of the man’s nipples had piercings. “Yeah, I don’t want my nipples pierced either.” The man turned on a hose pipe and began watering some flowers when a younger, twinkish looking blond dude approached him. The sexy blond dude had a bulge in his pants and a grin on his face.
“Is Lilly home?” the twink asked.
Howie looked at the chiseled good looks of the twink. The camera focused on the twink’s lips.
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