A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 04

"Yeah,... I think it's in my wallet. Did you need to get it back right away? Or are you just checking. After all girl, your father gave me the whole damn hotel. Since it's mine now I should be able to have a room key if I want one, no?"

"Of course, silly." Trish smiled up at him. "I want to use your room."

"OK, I.....OH! OK." The light came on in Marsh's brain, as he caught her drift. Now Marsh smiled. "And hell yes, I want!"

Marsh opened the door to the hallway and led Trish to the suite he had checked into last week. He followed Trish into "his" suite, where Trish stopped just inside the door. She stretched on her tip-toes and proceeded to try to polish Marsh's tonsils.

Marsh's hands couldn't keep still, they were all over Trish's back....And front....And....Marsh picked Trish up off the floor and carried her into the bedroom, where they proceeded to try to maintain physical contact while removing each other's clothes. Then with one hand behind her back, Trish figured out how to turn back the bedspread, blanket and top sheet.

Marsh gave Trish a gentle push, and she was on her back at the edge of the king sized bed. Marsh dropped to his knees, and proceeded to adjust Trish's legs so he could fit between them at the very top.

"Mmmmm." Marsh hummed. "I love eating a good dessert after lunch. This goes with Chinese, Italian, Mexican, or even a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

"Shut up and eat!" Trish commanded. "And feel free to use your hands. Forks and spoons are NOT needed."

As Marsh activated both hands, his lips, and his tongue, he thought for a minute he had been transported to Southern Africa...was this Victoria Falls? No, couldn't be. The Zambezi River runs cold, and this gal was definitely HOT! Sure tasted sweet, though. Great dessert!

Marsh's lips closed around Trish's clit. His tongue lashed back and forth across the sensitive little nub, and the index and middle finger of his right hand strummed her G-spot like a rock guitarist. Trish may well have been physically lying on a bed, in the Best Western Turner Inn, but as Marsh rocked her world with multiple orgasms, she had NO clue where she was.

After more climaxes than she could keep count of, Trish pushed on the offending head of hair, which was attached to the face, responsible for the attack. "Oh My God, Marsh! Please stop. Please! Pleeeeeaaaassse SSSTTTTTOOOOPPPPP!" One more orgasm ripped through Trish before Marsh let her try to relax and catch her breath.

Marsh stood up, and picked up Trish's quivering body. "Let's see if we can do this another way, shall we?" he asked as he turned her a quarter turn and placed her in the middle of the bed this time.

"Oh Dear." Trish sighed. "I don't know if I'll survive much more of this treatment..."she paused. "But I'll try, if you really want me to."

Marsh lay down on the bed beside her, and pulled Trish on top of his body. He reached down between them, and positioned the head of his cock at the soft, hot, slit, that he had just been drinking from.

His hips lifted off the bed, and rocked upwards. The length of his shaft slipped into Trish, and the tip of his cockhead brushed her cervix. Marsh stopped moving and Trish's pussy muscles lightly tightened around him.

She started to rock back and forth slowly, gradually increasing her speed and distance. As she did, Marsh began to match her level of enthusiasm with the movement of his hips. It wasn't long before Trish started to quiver a little then her body began to shake uncontrollably as her pussy clamped down on Marsh's cock.

It was all Marsh could take as well. His balls contracted, and shot after shot of hot sperm gushed into the depths of the scalding hot love tunnel he was impaled inside of.

The spent lovers lay unmoving in the middle of the bed till they could start to breathe somewhat normally again.

"Well girl," Marsh looked up into Trish's beautiful blue-green eyes. "Do you think you're ready to go back to work, yet?"

"Holy Moses!" Trish gasped. "Go back to work? I don't know if I'll ever walk again, Marsh. You have NO IDEA what you just did to me. I thought daddy rocked my world yesterday in the airplane. You just exploded it in nuclear reactor proportions. My God Marsh! What on earth will you do for an encore?"

"Aaaah, let's not worry about that right now. Let's get up and take a shower. I don't want to put a crimp in your style, but I worked up a sweat, and I think if I don't get a little of the perfume off, somebody may think I've been sexually harassing my VP."

"You have, Marsh, and believe me, I will NOT be telling the folks in HR. This was all mine and I ain't telling nobody."

Marsh and Trish got off the bed, and headed into the bathroom. Trish stopped at the toilet while Marsh went into the shower, and adjusted the water temperature.

There was no bidet in the hotel bathroom, but the shower had a hand wand, for handicapped guests. Trish used it to wash out the combined juices their lovemaking had left in her very satisfied pussy.

They dried each other, and Marsh used the blow drier on Trish's hair. Marsh had stripped Trish's clothes off of her before he got her panties too wet, so she was able to put those back on as they both got dressed. Marsh and Trish left the housekeeping needed card on the door, as they walked up to the office.

When they walked in, Trish's assistant manager was busy in the office. She looked up at the two newcomers, and did a double take.

"Look at you, girlfriend!" She beamed. "He got you good, didn't he? You're glowing like a Roman Candle, babe. You obviously needed that."

Trish turned bright red, in an instant. "That obvious?" she asked sheepishly. "Oh girl, if you only knew."

"Hey," Marsh complained. "You said you wouldn't kiss and tell."

They chatted for a few minutes with Trish's assistant manager and Trish asked if she would like to take off for lunch. Trish offered to work the desk while she was gone. Marsh gave Trish a warm hug and kiss, and headed back across the lawn to the new glass office building.

Marsh got off the elevator on the sixth floor, just as a couple of cars pulled up in front of the hotel. Marsh walked down to his office, where there were new monitors being installed and hooked to the computers and surveillance systems. One of the techs started to give Marsh a little tour of what they had hooked up so far.

On Marsh's desk was a thirty two inch monitor which was already hooked into most of the system. Marsh watched as two men in civies got out of the first car, just as the monitor changed to the next camera. A uniformed police officer stepped out of the second car.

The normal progression was for the monitoring system to cycle through the outside/parking lot cameras, then to go through the inside ones. There were cameras in each of the hallways, two in the lobby, and two in the office.

Marsh sat at his desk. Wolf lay a little to Marsh's left, and back against the wall. He could care less what the computer guys were doing, or what Marsh watched on the monitors.

The system switched to the camera that was just a little way from the check-in desk. It showed a pretty good view of the men at the desk, and Marsh watched as the uniformed officer said something to the bigger and older looking of the two men in civilian clothes. Marsh saw recognition on the man's face as the view changed again.

Now Marsh had a clear view of Trish. The look on her face turned to terror as Marsh watched, and as the camera view changed again, Marsh saw Trish reach under the desk.

Immediately, the camera switched back to the view of Trish. The big man had his hand on her wrist. A loud buzzer/alarm went off, right here in Marsh's office. Marsh and Wolf went into action.

In the hotel lobby Officer Randy Bullock had recognized Trish, as Patty (the pussy) Jackson. When he pointed that out to Trevor Gordon, Trevor realized that the lady with the nametag saying her name was Trish, was in fact Patty, the girl from high school. She was also the girl that had filed charges on him eight years ago, and put him in prison for five years.

Trevor Gordon's brain tumbled through the history. He had been dating a chick named Kimberly Stratton. Kimberly was pretty hot, but she didn't put out, the way he wanted. Patty (the pussy) Jackson, on the other hand, was a slut. She was on her knees at the drop of a hat. Well, at the drop of a zipper anyway, and she was good at what she did. She wasn't always whining about having a guy go down on her. She just put out.

Then when he hooked up with her again eight years ago she tried to say she wasn't like that anymore, so when he pushed the issue, she had called the cops. Trevor was arrested and convicted, and got an eight year sentence. He was out in five, but this bitch needed a lesson. Trevor Gordon wasn't the guy to mess with.

Trevor and his cousin Tommy Martinelli had come up from New Orleans. Tommy's dad was related to some family guys in Los Angeles, and New York. They all had ties back to Sicily, and some of them were pretty bad dudes. Trevor's Aunt was married to Tommy's dad. Tommy's father and grandfather had sorta gotten out of the family businesses, and they had become pussies, they weren't tough family guys like his father Harold. Trevor's dad was a "made" man, and Trevor could pretty much do as he pleased.

Now this Patty, or Trish if that's what she called herself now, was gonna put out one more time and then Trevor was going to see that she didn't testify against him again.

Trevor reached across the desk and grabbed Patty's wrist while he jumped up on top of the desk, and vaulted to the other side. "Come on over guys." Trevor called. "This bitch used to give really good head. Let's see if she can still put out."

Tommy and Randy hadn't really come in here for this, but they were here with Trevor, and it would be easier to go along with him than to explain why they wussed out on him. Tommy came over the desk first, and Randy followed.

Trevor was pushing the chick up against the wall. "Come on now, Patty Pussy!" Trevor yelled at Trish. "You took five good years out of my life. Now I'm gonna get something for my trouble and you ain't gonna put anybody away again, ever. You God damn bitch!"

Tommy you hold her on one side and Randy you hold the other. She's gonna blow me or I'm gonna face fuck her till she turns blue. Trevor had turned into somebody that neither Randy nor Tommy recognized, but this was getting exciting. What the hell. Why not have a little fun before the party tonight.

In the Turner office building next door, Marsh had only seen the hand on Trish's wrist. He had heard the panic alarm that Trish had pushed, and that was all he needed. His fight or flight switch had been flipped to the fight position.

Marsh went to his office door and yelled, "Jimmy, Becca, hotel office!" Marsh didn't wait to see if either of them was even here. He went out the side door, into the hallway. It was two steps to the fire door, with the crash bar hardware, and Marsh definitely crashed through it.

Marsh's new office was on the sixth floor. The stairwell was split into two flights of stairs with a landing between, from each floor to the next. There were eight steps between each landing, and steel guardrails on both sides of the stairs.

Marsh flew through the door on the top floor and launched himself into the stairwell. One foot landed on a step near the middle of the flight. His next landed on the landing below. Marsh grabbed the center steel railing and flung himself around to the next flight of stairs. Hitting one step near the middle he landed on the next landing.

Taking two leaping steps down each flight of stairs, Marsh was at the ground floor before even he could have expected. He hit the crash bar on the fire exit. The alarm went off as Marsh went out the door.

Marsh's canine partner had matched him step for leaping step coming down the stairwell. His four legged assistant made it to the hotel door a couple of steps ahead of him, and had to wait for Marsh to grab the handles and swing the double glass doors wide open.

Wolf accelerated from a standing start much faster than his pokey two legged partner, and he left the lobby floor, about eight feet from the hotel's check-in desk. "Rescue Trish, Wolf!" Marsh had commanded as he came across the hotel lobby.

"Rescue!" was a command the big police dog knew. Marsh had sent him on rescues before. All four of Wolf's feet pushed off the top of the desk, and all four of them landed on the back of the uniformed police officer. Randy Bullock wasn't sure what hit him like a ton of bricks, but Wolf was not inclined to take time for formal introductions. His teeth sank into the soft flesh of the officer's neck and the big canine shook his head and shoulders.

One of the big dog's teeth ripped through Randy's external juggler vein, and blood started gushing down the officer's neck and chest. Wolf didn't stop at that. His powerful neck muscles twisted back and forth, as he shook the man's head violently.

There was a crunching sound as the C2 and C3 vertebrae snapped, and Randy Bullock went limp.

Marsh was not really far behind Wolf, but rather than go over the desk, Marsh elected to try the office door. As he expected it was locked, but it was a hollow core door, and Marsh lost very little momentum crashing through. Leading with his left shoulder, Marsh converted the door into slivers of wood, and chunks of melamine.

Four years ago Marsh was an easy going emergency room physician. He almost never raised his voice, and a good football game was as violent as Marsh thought life should be. He had had very few fights in his life, and all of those had been when he was defending someone that was at an unfair disadvantage.

With what Marsh considered the murder of Becky and Elise there was a change in him. There was a dark side now. Where Marsh would probably have tried to resolve issues with negotiations before, he was now inclined to just eliminate the opposition. Unfortunately for Trevor Gordon, Tommy Martinelli, and indirectly for Officer Randy Bullock, Marsh was NOT inclined to negotiate now.

Tommy was the closest of the men to Marsh's point of entry, therefore the first to incur the wrath of the pissed off doctor. Both of Marsh's arms and hands went straight to Tommy's throat. Crossing the front of Tommy's neck, Marsh's left arm tightened and crushed the smaller man's air supply. Marsh's right hand crossed and the palm of his hand curved around Tommy's chin, with the fingers of Marsh's right hand wrapped around the right side of his jaw. That's not the most comfortable way to put your hands on another person, but it's a way to exert a tremendous amount of pressure in a direction that most humans never know.

Marsh's right forearm muscles contracted, pulling his wrist to a position above his own right shoulder. Marsh relaxed his left arm below his elbow and pushed forward with his upper arm.

The last thing Tommy Martinelli saw was the angry face of Marshall Mitchel. Marsh re-gripped Tommy's face with his right hand. His left hand reached down and grasped Tommy's belt. In a smooth fluid motion Marsh lifted Tommy's lifeless body and tossed it over the hotel registration desk, and onto the slate tile floor. Tommy's skull cracked when it hit the floor.

The big canine released his prey about the same time Marsh released his, and both turned to the last man in line. "I've got him Wolf." Marsh called.

In the fraction of a minute between Marsh coming through the door, and Trevor becoming a target, Trevor realized that all hell had broken loose, and he had released his grip on Trish. Trish slid down the wall and Trevor started to turn in the direction of the dog.

Wolf had already started to move towards the big man, and Marsh's words were lost on the big animal. His snarling jaws closed around a chunk of denim and flesh at Trevor's crotch. Trevor's scream got louder and higher pitched as Wolf's grip tightened.

As Wolf closed his jaw, Marsh's hands and arms followed nearly the same path around Trevor as they had around Tommy. Marsh's left elbow pushed a little harder into the bigger man's back, and his right arm jerked a little further to the right. The net result was the same, except that Trevor was bleeding profusely from his femoral artery, where Tommy's skin was mostly still intact. Marsh re-gripped Trevor by the belt and his neck, and repeated the smooth turning throw, with the same results.

The whole process, after Wolf and Marsh came through the side entrance of the hotel lobby had taken something less than sixty seconds. Trevor Gordon's body landed on the lobby floor in front of the arriving Becca and Jimmy. Becca checked for pulses. Nada!

Within a couple of minutes the lobby filled with guys and gals in black or charcoal tactical outfits, with weapons of every kind.

Marsh turned back to the sobbing Trish. The uniformed police officer that had had the misfortune to become a target of Wolf lay on the floor in the corner of the office, where he'd left the body. Marsh turned into a loving caregiver again, and reached down and scooped Trish into his arms.

Jimmy began giving security personnel instructions, and posts. There were three points of entry to the hotel lobby, and Jimmy assigned two armed sentries at each. Nobody came in without Jimmy or Marsh's permission.

Because there had been a uniformed police officer killed in this bizarre event, Jimmy was going to be damned sure he knew exactly who came through the doors.

Jimmy also knew that though the hotel and his offices were outside the city limits, the county sheriff had the investigative authority but the local police chief was going to be one pissed off LEO. (law enforcement officer) Jimmy had been in the ring with him for many bouts in the past, and had won them all.

Jimmy called the sheriff on his cell phone and told him what was going on. They had known each other for a lot of years, and had worked together a lot. When Jimmy started telling him what happened at the hotel, his friend started to laugh. "This guy is your new CEO?" Bart repeated. "He's been here for how many days? He's killing who in your hotel lobby? Jimmy, I don't suppose you thought to break him in a little slowly, eh? Or was this his entrance exam? My God, Jimmy do you have any idea how much paper work this is gonna mean for the police department?"

Jimmy growled. "Only paperwork I'm gonna do is sign the coroners transport sheet when they come get these ass holes outta my hotel. That crooked rat bastard police chief can look at my security tapes and write his own fucking paperwork!"

"Oh my God Jimmy I just thought of something. Didn't you tell me this new guy of yours is a California LEO? Isn't he a county deputy or something? He's gonna have to fill out paperwork for his own department on those three hoodlums, too, isn't he.

Jimmy laughed. "Think of it like this, Bart. Marsh only killed two of them. His canine killed the other one. Ya think they'll make the damn dog fill out a bunch of forms? No, really Bart, we have the whole thing on several camera views, and they're all on digital disks. I can mass produce those things, and anyone who wants it on paper can transcribe their own fucking forms."

Marsh had carried Trish back into her old apartment. Nothing in it had changed. All the people who needed to know had been told she was going to be moving, but nothing had been done about it yet. She was sitting in Marsh's lap, and her sobs were beginning to slow down. Her uniform was torn to ribbons, as Trevor had tried to undress her. Her bra and panties were still intact. When he sat down, Marsh had grabbed a throw, and covered her. Partly in case anyone walked in, and partly to keep her warm. It was by no means cold, inside or out, but a traumatic event such as this can throw a person's metabolism all to hell.