Sara had been back home for almost a month now, and everything was far from normal. She had defaulted on her rent, and her landlord had everything thrown away and a new tenant had moved in.
She had quite a bit in savings, so she wasn't broke. She moved into a motel for the time being, until she could find another apartment.
She decided to try to go back to work and see if she still had her job. When she walked into the building, Janet at the reception desk nearly fainted. Apparently, they all had thought that she was dead. They even had an office memorial service for her. She was able to sit down with the upper management and HR, and she told them what had happened, feeling embarrassed by it all.
From their side, they got worried when she didn't call or show up for work for a few days, so they called the police to do a welfare check. The police only found her car parked at a bar, and no trace of her anywhere else. They weren't hopeful anything would turn up. Missing person cases like this typically didn't end well.
"You are certainly welcome to have your job back," Grant, the CEO, said.
"But since you've been reported as dead, there is some red tape we need to sort through. We'll get HR working on it right away. In the meantime, is there anything we can do for you? Do you have a place to stay? Anything you need at all? I will personally see that you are well taken care of."
To Sara that reminded her too much of what Leah had told her, and she politely declined. She assured them that she was fine and had a place to stay. The hugs, well wishes, and welcome backs made Sara begin to feel normal again. It did feel good to be home again.
Sara sat on her bed watching TV in her little hotel room. She felt restless and bored, and more than a little horny. Those drugs must certainly have gone out of her system by now. She was half tempted to go out to a bar and try to pick someone up, but after what happened last time she wasn't going to be doing that again. Instead, she decided to check out that little sex shop down the street, and maybe grab a bottle of wine. If she couldn't go out, she could at least have some fun by herself.
A little bell jingled as Sara opened the door to the sex shop. It wasn't a very large place, but every inch of space had been used. Dildos of all shapes and sizes sat neatly on shelves along one wall. Vibrators sat along another wall. Racks of all sorts of lingerie, and sexy role-playing costumes sat near one end. Several display tables held bottles of lubes and oils of various sizes. Sara was no stranger to these types of shops, but she always felt a bit awkward being in them. She was greeted by the cashier, a short girl with dyed green hair and several nose rings.
Sara smiled politely and strolled around the shop. Nothing immediately caught her eye though. She wasn't sure if she wanted a dildo or a vibrator, and looked through the selection of each. She finally settled on a vibrator. A blue thing about 6 inches long, with a raised pattern coiled around its length. It also had a little flap thing on the tip that boasted of clitoral stimulation. She picked up some extra batteries, and a small bottle of lube as well. With the drugs gone, she wasn't she if she would be able to get wet enough. When she finally paid for her items, the cashier placed them in a plain brown paper bag and gave Sara a knowing wink.
"Have fun," The girl said, with a chuckle.
Sara just smiled and hurried out of there. She thought about stopping and getting some wine but didn't feel comfortable carrying around a sex toy, despite it being in a brown paper bag. Instead, she went straight back to her motel room.
Sara bounced up on the bed and began looking through the channels to find some porn to watch while she played with herself. It didn't take long. It seemed about half the channels were porn. She settled on an actual porn movie, Fallen she thought it was called, and stripped down when the opening credits began to play.
She wanted to enjoy this and take her time. She tried not to rub her pussy as she watched, but the scenes were almost too much. Before she was 30 minutes into it, she was already rubbing her clit. She pulled out her new vibrator and turned it on during one particularly hot scene. She watched as the main character slowly rode some guy's cock, and moaned as she slipped the vibrator inside her. It didn't take long for her to cum after that. She tried to match the speed at which the girls were getting fucked with her vibrator as she slid it in and out of her pussy. She watched the movie till the end, fucking herself with her new toy all the while. Multiple orgasms swept through her the entire time. The orgasms she gave herself certainly did feel amazing, but nothing like what she remembered from The Retreat. She figured the drugs were finally all out of her system now. She turned off the TV, rolled herself into her blankets, and soon fell fast asleep
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Sara awoke the next morning feeling pleasantly worn out and a satisfying ache in her vagina. She probably went a little too hard last night, but she needed it. Things hadn't been exactly sunshine and rainbows since she got back home. Her car was still in police impound as part of an "ongoing investigation", it had been a couple of days, and she hadn't heard back from her job yet. Her bank account was still open and active though, which was good, but she had to get a new debit card and a new ID. She had bought a new cell phone the first day she got back. All of her worldly possessions had been tossed out by her landlord. She felt like a homeless reject, despite having plenty of money in the bank.
She decided it was time to find a new apartment. She didn't want to go back to the place she had been living before. Maybe something a little closer to downtown. She called for an Uber to take her to the library and stepped outside her room to wait. As she closed the door, she spotted a postcard lying on the ground. She picked it up and looked at the picture, it was from Hollywood. The postcard reminded her of Gail and the notes she found under her door, of course, she didn't know it at the time, but still images of Gail danced in her head. Curious to see who it was from, she turned it over:
Greetings from The Retreat
The words struck her and she felt like she had been hit by a truck. She felt terror and panic rising in her belly. She looked around frantically to see if could spot who left the postcard at her door. She fumbled in her pocket for her cell phone to call Karine. She had to tell her about this.
Sara never felt the bullet enter her skull and burst out of the back of her head. She never heard the gunshot, nor the bullet whizzing through the air. She didn't see the red blood splatter across the door, nor feel herself crumble to the ground.
Greetings from The Retreat
was the last thing that passed through her mind before darkness engulfed her forever.
The End
