Chapter Eight
The bus finally pulled into the bus station. The trip had been long and grueling. She was exhausted and hungry and needed to find a place to stay that night before deciding what to do next.
She lifted her bags. “Thank you,” she told the driver. He wasn’t the first one to have started the drive. They had picked up a second one to take over. Naya was glad. She’d been worried about the first guy driving the whole way without sleeping.
“You’re welcome, miss.”
Naya couldn’t help but flinch when she stepped off the bus. Her body, especially her privates, was still so sore, it hurt to walk. She ignored the discomfort and walked toward the ticket window.
“Hello,” the man said. “What can I do for you?”
“Can you tell me where the nearest motel is?” she asked.
“There is one two blocks down to your right. It’s pretty decent. Clean, and the manager doesn’t let riffraff rent the rooms.”
That was good to know. “Okay. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Be careful now.”
“I will.”
Naya turned and made her way down the street to the place the man told her about. She walked into the lobby and rang the bell on the counter.
“Can I help you?” a woman asked as she walked out from the back room.
“Yes. I’d like to rent a room.”
“For how long?” the woman asked.
“Maybe two days, but I may need to add on.”
“We’re not busy at the moment, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Great.”
Naya paid for the two nights and took the key to the room.
“It’s on the second floor. Go up the stairs and turn to your left. It’s the third one down.”
“Okay. Thank you.” Naya stopped at the door and turned back. “Would you happen to know of anyone hiring?”
The woman thought about it for a moment. “The city is pretty big. I’m sure there are several. Do you have a laptop?”
Naya shook her head.
“You can go to the nearest library and use their computers. Look up the job listings. The librarian will show you the best sites to use.”
“That’s wonderful. Thank you.”
Naya walked up the steps and turned. When she got to the door, she unlocked it and walked in. The place was dated but looked and smelled clean. She also appreciated that the door had two sturdy locks and a chain for safety.
She set everything at the end of the king-size bed and sat. She looked around in a daze, trying to figure out what to do next. The first thing she needed was a shower and then sleep. When she woke up, she’d worry about the rest.
Naya grabbed the small bag that held her shampoo and conditioner and headed into the bathroom. The room was very clean. She stripped off her clothing and started the shower. When it was hot, she stepped in.
She could feel the fatigue start to make her sluggish and hurried to finish. She turned off the water, grabbed one of the towels, and wrapped her head with it. The other towel ran over her body.
When she was dry, she brushed her teeth and walked back into the bedroom. She turned the TV on low so she didn’t feel so alone, and dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt before dropping into bed. She didn’t have the energy to dry her hair, so she left it in the towel.
When she woke up the next morning and looked at the clock on the bedside table, she was surprised to see she’d slept thirteen hours.
She rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling.
She took stock of how her body felt. She pressed her legs together a few times to check for the soreness that had plagued her since Dutch, but found everything to feel normal.
God, she was so glad she made the decision to run.
There is no way she could have ever looked that man in the eyes.
The things he’d done to her made her face heat with a blush.
He touched places on her body she hadn’t known existed, and one she’d never thought would give her the pleasure it had.
She never would have thought her butthole would be so sensitive and give her the orgasms that surpassed his fingers or mouth on her pussy.
She even thought it had thrown her over faster than when he was fucking her the regular way.
She was shocked when she felt her body start to tingle, her nipples harden, and cum slide from her pussy.
Just thinking about what he’d done to her was enough to feel desire.
Her hand slid down her torso and under her sweatpants until her fingers could touch her cunt.
One of her fingers pressed down on her clit, and it made her body jerk.
Naya felt her body react, but no matter how she touched herself, it wasn’t enough to orgasm.
She thrust a finger into her cunt several times.
When she got desperate, her hand slid down, and she pushed a finger into her ass.
Although it felt good, forbidden but good, it still wasn’t enough.
She withdrew her finger, frustrated. She decided that her body would only react to a man’s hands, and the only man she could see touching her was Dutch, and that was not going to happen again.
Maybe when she got settled in an apartment and had a good job, she’d order a vibrator from the Internet and try that. Just the thought made her blush again.
Enough. There was a lot she had to do, so she needed to get up and get to it.
She rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
The first thing she did was wash her hands.
When she was drying them, she glanced at the mirror and grimaced.
Her hair was sticking up in all directions, making her look comical. She snorted and undressed.
After she showered and dressed, she gathered what money she’d take with her and walked out of her room. First order of business was getting something to eat. She hadn’t had a meal in so long. It was usually peanut-butter crackers or a piece of fruit.
Naya looked right and then left, trying to find a place to eat.
For the time being, since she didn’t have a car or even a bicycle, she’d have to go everywhere on foot.
There seemed to be a small café down the street, old, with a faded sign and peeling paint.
It was the only one she saw nearby. Naya walked into the café and looked around.
Her heart jolted when she saw several bikers in one corner.
They all looked brutal, and none of them smiled.
“Can I help you?”
Naya turned to the waitress. “Oh, um, yes. I’d like some breakfast, please.” She couldn’t help it when her gaze went back to the group.
“Oh, don’t worry about them. They don’t hurt innocents. They actually protect this area,” the waitress said.
“Oh, I’m not worried. They just remind me of someone,” she said.
“From the look on your face, he must have been special.”
Naya nodded. “Yes.”
“Let’s get you in a booth.”
Naya followed the woman to a table in the corner, across the room from the bikers, but she was still able to see them.
“What can I get you to drink, hun?” the waitress asked.
“A small glass of orange juice. Is there a special? I don’t have a lot of money, and it has to last until I get a job.”
“Do you live around here?”
Naya shook her head. “No, I came from Louisiana.”
“Aw, now I know what your accent is,” the waitress said and laughed. Naya smiled. “I’ve lived there my whole life. Why did you move here?” The waitress waved her hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so nosy. By the way, my name is Barb.”
“My name is Naya, and I needed to get away from the place, so I hopped on the first bus and came here.”
“Oh, wow. I would have never had the guts to do that,” Barb said.
“I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do that either, but I was desperate,” Naya said.
“By the look on your face, someone broke your heart.”
Naya shrugged. “Yeah, I guess, but I know bikers don’t have girlfriends.” She almost laughed at the thought of Dutch asking her to be his girlfriend.
“Here they do.” Barb pointed to the group. “I know it’s hard to see them, but there are two women with the group. The bikers call them their ‘old ladies,’ but they started off as girlfriends.”
Naya couldn’t imagine it. She caught a glimpse of someone sitting beside one of the bikers. She barely came up to his shoulder, she was so small. Or maybe the biker was just that huge.
“Let’s get you fed. The special is two eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast.”
“Oh, I can’t eat that much. Can I just have a scrambled egg and toast, please?”
“Are you sure? That’s not a lot of food,” Barb said.
“I know, but it’s enough to get me by,” Naya said.
“I’ll be right back with coffee, hun.”
“Thank you.”
Naya tried to keep her eyes from the group, but they reminded her so much of Dutch that it made her heart ache.
Barb set a cup of coffee and a bowl with sugar packets and creamer by it. “I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you.” Naya added cream and several sugars, stirred, and lifted it to take a sip. She was surprised it tasted pretty good.
She had no idea how long she’d been daydreaming when Barb set a plate and a glass of juice in front of her.
Naya’s mouth dropped open. The large plate was filled with the special she talked about. “But...”
Barb held up a hand and grinned. “Stop, the meal is on the house.”
“I can’t let you do that,” Naya said.
Barb laughed. “It’s nothing, hun. The cook had most of it left over, and it would have been thrown away.”
Naya blinked several times to keep from crying. “Thank you. I really appreciate this.”
“No problem.”
A voice shouted from across the room. “Yo, Barb, get your ass over here and fill us up.”
Naya looked to see one of the bikers with his cup raised in the air.
Barb snorted. “Go ahead and eat. I’ll take care of them and check on you in a bit.”
“Thanks again.”
Naya watched her deal with the group as she ate. Maybe she’d found the town she was supposed to be in since she felt like she had already made a friend. It was something she didn’t have before.