Chapter 13
In her room, Brenda busied herself with the last of her packing. She had already called for a bellhop to come up for her bags. Things had changed considerably since the night before. Charles sat in a chair by the window watching her pack. She had hoped to set things right between them, but she had never dreamed how right between them things would become. She felt ... love ... yes, love. And that's where the pain came from now. For it was too late for love between them. Maybe in the past, if she had discovered the truth before she met Ross, things could be different now. But....
"At least," Charles said, "you understand that you're not under some kind of mysterious spell that I had supposedly created." His face was con cerned and upset at her leaving. "I wish you would stay."
She shook her head. "I can't. You know that. We've been over it." She closed one of her suitcases and snapped the latch.
Charles lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He looked at her closely. "You know I'm used to getting what I want."
"Even you can't have everything you want."
"I wouldn't be too sure. Even if you leave now, I might just show up in Ridgecrest later to claim what I want."
"You wouldn't do that." She smiled, but then she saw his eyes. "Would you?"
"I told you I usually get what I want."
She changed the subject. "What about them," she said. "Rifter and Sandy. What will become of them?"
Charles shrugged. "Who knows, but don't you think Rifter's been punished enough?" His eyes twinkled.
Brenda decided that ice-blue had to be her favorite color. She smiled, remembering what Charles had arranged for Rifter. The asshole he had reserved for Frank's cock hadn't been her own as she had thought the night before. It had been Rifter's asshole that had been reamed out with Frank's thick, black member. She laughed now, thinking about it. Rifter had deserved all he received. He deserved more than that as far as she was concerned.
Rifter fought like hell when Frank twisted his arms behind his back, holding them like reins, and aimed his massive tool at the center of Rif ter's dodging rear. It did Rifter little good to struggle. Frank's strength far exceeded Rifter's. Charles and Brenda watched as Frank rammed his organ home while Rifter was still connected with his own cock to Sandy's overworked anus. "Try and set me up, will you," Frank grunted, ramming his hips forward and back, wrenching a scream of pain from Rifter's lips.
It didn't last long. Frank's thick organ pumped inside Rifter with unbelievable revenge, tearing into his flesh like a lance delivering its ultimate victory. Rifter kicked and cursed, but nothing he did could unplug his torn ass from the destruction of Frank's anger at being tricked into something he wouldn't normally have done. And then like a black cannon, Frank unleashed load after load of cum into Rifter's bowels, flooding his rectum until it overflowed and thick white fluid gushed from his ass and ran in gobs down his scrotum and dripped from his balls.
Now Brenda closed the last of her suitcases just as a knock sounded on her door. Charles answered it and let the bellhop in to claim the luggage. Silently, Brenda collected her purse and allowed Charles to lead her out the door. They followed the bellhop down to the lobby. Charles had already taken care of the bill. They walked past the registration desk and Brenda realized how changed she was from the person she had been the Wednesday before when she had registered at the Plaza.
Her car waited at the door. She climbed into the driver's seat and waited while Charles supervised the loading of her trunk. He tipped the bell hop and then walked around to her side of the car and leaned down to the window. She touched his hand resting on the door.
"I-I'm sorry I can't stay," she said, stumbling with the honesty of her words. "Ross is very possessive and I'm afraid he wouldn't let go lightly." She looked away for a moment and when she looked back, she tried to smile. Her features struggling to appear cheerful. "So this is goodbye." She held out her hand.
He took her hand and smiled at her, his eyes calm, his features confident. "This isn't the end of it," he said. "You may think so, but you'll find out different." He let go of her hand and stepped back.
She shook her head sadly. All things had to end, no matter how good they were. She put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb. Looking in her rear-view mirror, she saw his reflection.
He stood like stone at the entrance to the hotel. His fists rested on his hips and his legs spread slightly as his ice-blue eyes recorded her departure. Brenda saw his image in her mind long after the Plaza Hotel disappeared behind her. She wondered if he was right. Were the last three days only a beginning? Would she ever see him again? Either way, she was leaving a convention she would never forget. And whatever the future held, she knew Charles Stern would always find a place in her memory.