Lower Floor, Room 16, No Tell Motel, Unknown City, Unknown State....
The angry driver known as Lonnie sat back against the wall of pillows and the headboard of the old motel bed as he gasped for breath in the wake of his latest exploits. Sweat poured off him in waves and his wild dark brown hair was slick enough to go back without gel or water. He grunted in reaction to the hypersensitive sensation of his well used cock pulsing following his recent release as he sat with the crisp white bed sheet pulled up to his waistline and stared across the room at the television his current host had left on in the wake of their act in a bid to help drown out some of the loud noises so as not to disturb any of the other patrons, had there been any.
The blonde that had taken him in was lying on her belly with her sizeable breasts pressed against the softer portion of the mattress amid the crisp white sheets which were now soaked between them. Her hair had been a mess, flowing in various directions and slick from sweat as well. She panted as she rolled onto her side still pulling the sheet up to her neck to cover her breasts which greatly amused her current bedmate as he had already seen, well over hours ago, what she had to offer and then some.
He smirked as he leaned against the pillows slicking back his sweat soaked hair and turned his attention to the television as a news report covered the screen from top to bottom with the same messaging from earlier when he'd been watching it in his room.
Rita seemed to be enthralled by it as she took note of the tragic tale that was unfolding before her. Lonnie grunted as he climbed out of bed, not at all bothering to hide the fact that he'd been completely naked and that his well spent cock had been dangling near his knees as he moved across the room toward the bathroom to answer the unyielding call of nature.
The blonde smiled as she had gotten something of an eyeful when he passed by momentarily distracting her from the news program that dominated the network after hours. It was a standard repeat episode once more listing the price of groceries rising and falling week after week and a few remarks about gas and what little chaos happened that weekend before the traffic and smog began again for the work day.
Lonnie didn't seem to care much for the program as he stood over the toilet bowl and gladly relieved himself with the door open. Rita could hear him urinating from the bed and smirked as she recalled how good he'd been drilling that casually exposed monster between his legs into depths of her body she had not even been privy to.
Rita shifted some in bed so that she could get a better look at the television as she continued to pull the bed sheet up to her chest. While she had enjoyed the alcohol and anger induced rompt in the bed with the handsome stranger, it was much different to actually hold a conversation and be in his company without the fog of lust between them as it were.
Her body felt heavy and light all at the same time and despite feeling the immense pressure on her bladder, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand for very long after the hours upon hours of heated sex with the handsome man in her bathroom.
Lonnie smirked as he felt the onset or relief from his bladder no longer being compressed via the almost maddening urge. He looked about the plain looking room as Rita continued to watch television. He guessed that this would have been the proper time to take his leave as he'd been all out of condoms and knew better than anyone that Lex was possibly in a pool of unwanted tears due to his lengthy absence.
He rolled his eyes at the thought of it and quickly saw his way toward finishing up and making his way to getting dressed for his departure. He had only just flushed the toilet and began washing his hands when he heard the repeated part of the news report that he'd already watched in his room.
{"Dr. Hadrian S. Rawsone is still missing despite months of searching and the assistance of two police departments....his wife Julia and their twin daughters Samantha age 18 and Jessica age 18 have had no contact with him in the past three months."}
Lonnie heard her gasp when she saw the picture of Dr. Rawsone file across the small screen.
{"If you have any idea as to his whereabouts, contact our tips hotline now and help this family get some closure on this matter."}
Lonnie rolled his eyes dreading the inevitable as he stepped out into the front room in time to see Rita staring at him and the man on the television as if he were some sort of figment of her imagination.
"Y-you're married!?" she said aloud after taking note of the woman on screen.
"I ain't never been married." replied Lonnie in a casual tone. "Now I feel sorry for the good old doc but he ain't me and last I checked you didn't bother asking whether or not I was married when you were riding my dick these last few hours so what's the problem now?"
"I can't believe you're married." she continued as if in a state of panic. "I've been fucking a married man...and your wife is looking for you...how could you be so insensitive...?"
Lonnie rolled his eyes and rushed toward his trousers that were sprawled all over the floor. He began picking up his clothes one article at a time and had been well on his way to getting dressed when Rita had taken it upon herself to grasp the phone and attempt to phone the tips hotline.
"Are fucking kidding me!?" growled Lonnie as he shuffled into his clothes and pulled his wallet from his trousers as she glared at him with the receiver to her ear.
{"Hello this is the T.I.P.S. hotline....how may we help you today...?"}
Lonnie rolled his eyes again as he tossed his wallet onto the bed right in front of Rita whom had eyed him as if he'd been offering her a bribe.
"Look at the fucking I.D. in the wallet." muttered the now annoyed Lonnie. "Don't you think I would have recognized myself on the news if I was this Doctor Rawsone?...We were fucking while you had it on the television the entire time."
Rita slowly picked up the black wallet and opened it to find the Identification Card had been for a Mr. Lionel H. Collins. When they met, he had told her his name was Lonnie.
{"Hello....is anyone there?"} said the voice on the other end of the phone.
Rita hung it up as Lonnie collected his wallet and put on his socks and shoes. She had been red in the face when she realized that he had been someone else altogether.
"But he looks just like you." she said confused for a moment. "The resemblance is uncanny."
"Some people have a doppelganger, this doc just happens to be mine." replied Lonnie.
Rita felt a bit foolish as she continued to sit in the center of the bed. Lonnie tucked his shirt in and slicked back his hair before putting one of his last cigarettes to his lips before lighting it reminding her of how this whole thing began in the first place.
"I got somewhere to be." he replied still annoyed about the near case of mistaken identity.
Rita didn't know what else to say as he walked out the door leaving her to her thoughts as she looked back at the television reeling over what had just occurred.
The night had started to wind down so beautifully and now this.
Still, they had looked a good deal alike to the point that they could have been twins in another life.