Losing Han Ch. 04

She closed her eyes and remembered one highlight of the night. If she could not be back with her husband (idiot), she wished Roland would claim her from Dave.

"Hey."

She turned her head and saw Dave, still dressed in his now grungy suit. Eyeing his used prize no longer with lust but something else.

"Clean yourself up."

Han closed her eyes, "I am."

"You know what I mean."

Han opened them and looked down at herself again. "But darling. I'm the prize remember. Don't you want someone important to be the father of my child?" She smiled wickedly at him, "I hope its Roland's. I'd bet we'd make some beautiful children together."

Dave's face grimaced. With some effort, he smiled, "You will get yourself clean, dry off and come straight to the bedroom. No clothes."

Han smiled and nodded. So when Dave left, she took the showerhead and managed it as best she could.

When she had toweled herself off and dried her hair as best she could, she walked to their bedroom suite. She saw Dave undressing.

"Lie on the bed", he ordered.

Exhausted, Han hugged herself and miffed, she tried to defy him, "Dave, I've just had sex with maybe 200 guys, some more than once. I ... am not in the mood right now!"

Dave was now nude and erect in front of her. He handed her a drink. Han grunted in disgust, took the drink, and downed it. As Dave observed her, she did her best to pretend like she was somewhere else. Then the drug took effect. She braced herself by a nearby chair and leaned her chin into her chest. Her breathing grew more ragged and her skin began to tingle.

"... Ok... I'm in the mood. Fuck! I'm going to be sore tomorrow."

So she allowed herself to be led to the bed and lay on it. She allowed Dave to spread her legs wide exposing her now immaculate shaved sex. She was already moist, awaiting his entry. Han gasped as Dave thrusted in her. She groaned and squealed as Dave mechanically fucked her. Dave was looking down at her, determinedly. After a few minutes, he came into pussy. She felt him fill her up, orgasming at the same time. And, for a moment, just a moment, she had given her heart to him. This man who cared for nothing but himself. She knew it was not the darkness edging her but her own breaking will. She was falling in love with him and it saddened her.

But as she came down from her high, she felt Dave's hips begin to move again. She could see he was still focused on cumming again. And he did a few minutes later. And again. He repositioned her into doggy style and came again. And again.

"Oh baby!" Han cried, "You're filling me up!"

Dave did not respond.

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Hospital - One Month Later

Carl was already wishing he was back in the tropics. He got two weeks of vacation from the hospital but it never seemed enough. The sun and the sand and the women. He was still a young, pretty good looking dude and could pull some nice tail. Especially from some college girls looking to slum with a white trash guy like him.

But now, he was back in his job as janitor, running the floor buffer as he listened to music on his headphones, and wishing he was somewhere warmer.

As he worked his way through the hallway, he looked into the room where the semi-famous John Doe was supposed to be and saw the bed was empty. He stopped the buffer and pulled out his headphones. He looked in the room and saw it had been empty for quite a while.

He heard some steps behind him and saw Anita, a nurse who worked the floor. As she walked by, carrying a tablet, Carl stepped out of the room and called to her.

"Yo, Nita!"

Anita turned around and smiled at him, "Oh, hey Carl, you're back? How was your vacation?"

Carl smiled back, "Wish I was back there", Carl then glanced up and down the shapely Puerto Rican nurse and his grinned widened, "Wish you were there with me. In a bikini, I bet you'd put those college girls to shame."

Anita laughed and answered, "Oh Carl, you'd have to ask my husband first. He's the only one that gets to find out."

I bet he does, Carl thought and he laughed back, but then turned semi-serious, "Hey Nita? What happened to John Doe here? Did he kick it?"

Anita hummed and replied, "Hmmm, no. The guy recovered enough that they were able to get an ID on him. Once they knew who he was, they shipped him back to his home town."

Carl asked, "Oh wow. Do you know who he was?"

Anita pulled up her tablet and made a few swipes, "Hmmm, yeah, the guy's name was Jack Parker. He was nobody anybody knew", she lowered the tablet and smiled, "Yeaah! I remember. It was a sad case. The cops said a week before he came in here in his sorry ass state, his wife left him. For another man."

Carl winced, "Maaaann. Wouldn't want to be that guy."

Anita nodded, "Mmmhmm, he had no family but once they made the ID, the shipped off back to where he came from. Not that it matters much, since the poor guy seems to be brain damaged."

Carl shook his head, "Really. Man, God must hate his sorry ass."

Anita went serious, "Shut that blasphemous mouth! They didn't say for sure. He can breathe on his own and otherwise, he's healing up fine. So he might come out of it."

Carl smiled, "Really?"

Anita frowned, "Well, maybe not. The docs said he was probably out too long. That the MRI ... well, let's just say they weren't hopeful. But if God wants to save that man, he will."

Carl was silent now. He had been only half joking about wanting to bring Anita to the tropics with him. Hell, he'd take her in the utility closet if she wasn't so loyal to her hubby. So he didn't want to get on her bad side. He finally answered:

"All right Anita. Anyway, I've got two more floors to take care. Hey! Send me a pic of you in your bikini. Just to look at you know. Nothing your boy would be jealous of."

Anita smiled again but did not answer. Instead, she turned around and began to walk away with a little strut, teasing him with her fine ass. Maybe, Carl thought. Smiling to himself, he placed his headphones back on, started his floor buffer, and went back to work.