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Chapter One

…Javier Escalera couldn’t believe he was going to make love to a mesmerizing young woman. This was precisely what he needed to cheat on his soon-to-be-ex-wife and undo the vows they made to one another. Though Javier had work the following morning, he had no rush to get some sleep. 
…I haven’t been this horny in a while!
…The couple walked south on Cross Bay Boulevard in Queens, on a Tuesday evening in mid autumn, close to midnight. A vicinity flocked by commercial businesses, and an ample avenue with a thick concrete island separating both directions, most establishments had closed for the evening, except small grocery stores and restaurants.
…“How far is it?” Javier said, pressing his eyes to beat his fuzzy vision from all the booze in his system. 
…“Almost there,” she smiled and licked his left cheek, accompanied by a playful giggle.
…Gina was the woman Javier met serendipitously that night at a bar called the Silver Cod. She never said her last name. He didn’t have to impress her much to catch her attention at the counter. A simple glance, and they instantly connected. What followed was three hours of Javier ordering dry rum for himself, and ginger ale for his new friend, while he unloaded his marital quandaries to this person whom he felt could trust.
…Aged twenty-three, with gold curls, averagely-breasted, and soothing pale skin, her round face was a blend of Slavic and American complexion. When she smiled, the radiance of her perfect teeth and blue eyes sparkled like pearls. She dressed like a quasi-rebellious college grad with a long-sleeved black crop top that exposed her abs slightly, tight jeans and heeled boots. 
…Short in stature, but beefed up on the arms and shoulders, Javier didn’t mind a woman with some meat on her bones. He longed to discover what laid beneath her layers. His fingers massaged her youthful skin. With his left arm wrapped around her torso, both had reached a status of absolute trustworthiness and sweltering smitten.
…If Isabella finds out what I’m about to do, she could fuck me over.
…“Oh, shit, wait,” Javier stopped walking and frisked his pockets.
…“What is it?” Gina said.
…“I don’t have a condom.”
…“So?” Gina shrugged and smiled. “I’m on the pill.”
…Her remark made him swell in his pants. He adjusted his manhood so that no passing stranger would notice as the pair continued walking southward.
…Howard Beach accommodated a diverse population in its neighborhood. It was typical to see a variety of international eateries like Japanese, Italian, and Korean on both sides of the avenue. Traffic had eased, but the city’s ruckus of cars honking and sirens wailing from afar persisted.
…If Javier was living alone, he wouldn’t have given much thought about bringing Gina to his own bed. Unfortunately, his recent separation from Isabella turned him into a modern nomad, bunking at his cousin’s duplex in East Queens until he could find an affordable place, in a city that didn’t care about affordability. She understood his predicament, and had recommended the Seaside Motel, a cozy resort for travelers and lovers who needed a room. 
…The pair had walked across twenty city blocks to save money, and also save Javier from the embarrassment of throwing up in an Uber car. The walk from the pub to the motel felt longer than expected, but that was his eagerness to have a most memorable night. 
…An electrician by trade, he was over six feet tall, with brown crew cut hair, chiseled jaw and rugged skin, hazel eyes, a trimmed beard, and a smell of dry sweat like an athlete’s. Though he wears a uniform for work, he had changed into a brown classic denim jacket with a white tee underneath and blue stained jeans.
…They came closer to the motel. A two-story resort with a green canopy at the entrance, it radiated a blend of unimposing funky colors for those nostalgic about the late seventies and early eighties. The back side of the property overlooked a shipyard where open waters provided a view of the aerial traffic of JFK International Airport.
…“And… here we are!” she said gleefully.
…Javier could barely stand straight. His legs wobbled sometimes.
…“Wait out here,” he mumbled before waddling into the lobby.
…Javier didn’t want the front desk clerk to think he was more drunk than an Irish sailor. He did his best to walk a straight line and wiped his eyes in case they were too watery or bloodshot. Cautiously tottering across the small but colorful lobby, which was decorated with a pair of red leather couches and radiant marble tiles in faded beige, Javier was the only customer present.
…The person running the reception booth was a twenty-something petite woman with black hair pulled fully back. She was dressed in a black uniform. Her brass name tag read Shirley.
…Javier was too inebriated to notice her modestly attractive features, like her wide brown eyes and thin lips. He wanted to be presentable enough to avoid getting removed from the premises. As he reached the glittery acrylic counter, he clenched his fingers onto the edge to gain balance.
…“I’d… uh, do you have a room for, like, a few hours?”
…This guy came here to fuck.
…The reek of alcohol from his mouth, the visibly anesthetized face, and the bubbly female waiting outside, clearly shouted his intentions. 
…This guy is going to vomit all over the floor. 
…“We have a five-hour booking available,” she said while briefly browsing the reception monitor. “Two double beds.”
…“I’ll take it,” Javier reached for his wallet, eager to hand over his Visa debit card and get onto the action. “Wait…”
…“Yes?” Shirley said.
…“Do you have, maybe, eight hours?”
…“No,” she lied, “but we can give you a twelve-hour option.”
…“I’ll take it,” Javier said, thinking he might need more time to wash away the alcohol and bathe before checking out.
…He lumberingly withdrew his debit card along with his New York state driver’s license, and never knew he had paid nearly two-hundred dollars for a twelve-hour stay.
…The moment Shirley had him sign a customer’s contract, his state of awareness fragmented. Javier feared he might not have the necessary energy to carry out his carnal desires. While the clerk did her typing, his eyes glazed across the vintage designs in the lobby, but he never examined the details with much interest.
…“Sir…?”
…He rubbed the top of his crotch to see if his member was still eager to pursue the evening’s occasion.
…“Sir!” Shirley gently raised her voice.
…“What?” Javier said, sweating.
…“This is your room key,” Shirley handed over a keycard that contained the motel’s picture. “It’s 1027 and it’s down that way.”
…She pointed to the open corridor to her left.
…“‘Kay…” Javier took the key and receded from the counter.
…“Enjoy your stay,” Shirley said with no enthusiasm.
…Memory processed patchy moments, and Javier couldn’t remember what he did ten seconds ago. When he briefly stepped out of the motel to bring Gina inside, he was instantly in the predominantly reddish-colored room 1027, watching her remove one piece of clothing item at a time and dropping them on the carpeted floor. With his nerves numbing and blurring eyesight, Javier longed to dart to bed with Gina. Even while losing cognizance, he clearly remembered he was about to plow a different woman since he and Isabella started dating nearly ten years ago. No longer in love with her, and feeling unbounded by morals of fidelity, his craving to share his body with a stranger kept his manhood active and eager to demonstrate his arousal state. 
…What occurred during Javier’s intermittent consciousness involved stripping bare, briefly unloading his excess liquid in the bathroom, then swiftly savoring Gina’s perfectly-round breasts, while her feet fondled his long yet flaccid gonad, ultimately not remembering anything else by the time he plunged his head between her legs.

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