Author's Note

I am back from my Hiatus and wrote a short segment just to try to get back into the vibe of the story.

Sleeping with the Enemy

Indigo Zapp had snuck off into the cool night, with a slight breeze off the Pacific and a bright half-moon she crept to the door of a motel lodging, the number on the door was 318. After a light knock followed by two double-taps, it swing open and there stood Tony grinning like a fucking idiot and shirtless. "Hello Ms. Zapp" Tony had plans and Indigo had no clue what was going to happen.

"Shut the hell up Torretto! I'm here now what?" Was the curt reply and cold glare. The motel was empty except for them and the owner had gone home already. Indigo was yanked in and handcuffed to the bed; the bed smelled rank of several long nights coupled with the smell of mildew from the stained ceiling.

"Thank God you're dumb enough to wear a tube top bitch! After that shit, you pulled with Layla and Echo....this is karma!" Tony slowly and undressed Layla and placed her clothes gently on a chair. Taking his jeans off and tossing them to the chair he took Indigo missionary style and he held nothing back. Indigo's mind hated the fact that there was no foreplay or anything! Tony performed several sex acts from the time Indigo arrived (about 12.30 am) to about five o'clock in the morning. When Tony fell asleep, Indigo had also drifted off and finally uncuffed and worn out from being raped all night just slept with Tony's cock up her ass and his hands on her breasts.