CHAPTER TWO
"TO CATCH A CREEP"
A few months ago...
Orpheus tries to bare the bright afternoon sun as he works to keep the timeworn ice machine of the Lakeside Motel operational for a few more weeks. Although Orpheus works as a mechanic at the Lakeside Gas and Grill across the road from the motel, he often goes over at the request of the motel's owner, Rita, for repairs needed, tedious as they are.
Orpheus notices the attractive blond in a blue motel maid's uniform from across the parking lot pushing a cleaning cart. Orpheus had seen her a few times at the diner since she started working at the motel last week but never had the chance to introduce himself.
The blond maid goes over the cleaning products in her cart when a portly middle-aged man with an obvious comb over in a gray business suit steps out of a nearby room with a subtle smug smile on his face. He stops a few steps from the room for a quick drink from his flask as a petite, light cinnamon-skinned woman in her twenties with long black hair whose attire is of a businesswoman with a short skirt leaves after him.
As the cinnamon girl walks pass the man she shared a motel room with, the man gives a smack on her ass. She looks to the man with the pathetic comb over, giving an openly smug grim. The woman looks at him with silent contempt, and then walks to the parking lot. The comb over man soon follows, putting his flask back under his coat.
The businesswoman in the short skirt passes the blond maid, gathering towels. The lecherous man with her passes the maid, ogling at her backside silently but in no ways subtle. Stopping halfway to his Porsche, he turns and walks directly to the maid.
"Can I help you?" the blond maid asks.
"Yeah, I think you can, honey." The leach answers, gazing to her breasts. "I've seen you before, haven't I?"
"I don't think so." The maid replies. "I just started working here last week."
"Oh, I don't mean here. I meant in the city."
"I think you have me confused with someone else, sir."
"No, I'm not. I wouldn't forget a face as pretty as yours...or those magnificent tits you keep covered."
Feeling the conversation getting uncomfortable, the blond tries to cautiously move away from the leach, who grabs her arm to prevent her from fleeing, causing her to drop the towels.
"Come on, honey. Don't be like that." The creepy comb over man says. "Why don't we go back to my room? Just the three of us."
"Not interested." Asserts the maid.
"I got a hundred dollar bill on me." The creep in the business suit states. "I'll let you have it if you let me slide it down your panties."
"Let go of my arm, you're hurting me." Pleads the maid, trying to pull herself away.
"I'll let go when you stop giving me attitude," The increasingly hostile lecherous creep demands. "and start being as friendly as you were at..."
The creep's non-optional request is abruptly interrupted when a hand suddenly grabs the wrist of his clutching hand and pulls it away from the accosted maid's arm to be pulled upwards. The creep looks for the source of the hand twisting his wrist and sees the stern unfriendly face of Orpheus.
"Maybe you'd like some attitude from me, asshole." Orpheus suggests.
Orpheus releases the arm of the business creep, who backs away immediately nursing his wrist.
"Fucking Lakeside yokels." The creep utters, hurrying to his Porsche where his cinnamon-skinned companion waits.
Orpheus watches the creep with the bad comb over drives his Porsche drive off the parking lot, ready to speed down the road to the Benny Bill Bridge. With the creep's car out of his sight, Orpheus turns to the maid, picking up the towels off the pavement.
"You okay?" Orpheus asks.
"I'm fine." The blond maid promptly answers.
"Did he hurt you?" Orpheus further asks.
"I said I'm fine." The maid replies in a less-than-grateful tone.
Bunching up the towels in her arms, the maid stands up and hurryingly walks away from Orpheus without looking back.
"I didn't get your name." Orpheus says.
In the first few seconds of getting no reply, Orpheus surmises if the beautiful blond maid he just saved wouldn't so much as say thank you, she probably won't give him her name either.
Not getting thanks or a name, Orpheus settles for the pleasure of watching the blond girl who looks sexy in her motel maid outfit walking away.
The blond maid stops for a second and looks to Orpheus.
"It's Angel." The maid says.
As Angel the beautiful blond motel maid resumes her departure, Orpheus begins to realize that doing repairs at the Lakeside Motel may not be so tedious after all.
* * * *
After the leather trench coat that covered her naked body is stripped off her, Angel is grabbed by the back of her neck by Moth, forcibly guides her upper body to bend over and lay across the driver's side of the hood of Moth's car.
"Do. Not. Move." Moth orders, releasing his hold on Angel's neck.
Keeping his gun on the bowed over Angel, Moth takes a few steps back next to Pin donning his trench coat. Both take a moment to admire the superbly shaped ass of their unclothed captive.
"Okay, now we got her, what next?" Pin questions.
Before Moth could give an answer, his attentions turns to the orange Pinto driving up and stopping behind Moth's car. Out of the Pinto comes the remainder of his gang, Zippy, Zane and Oxy Mo, making their way to Moth and Pin. Nearing the Moth's car, the sudden banging from the inside of the trunk startles them.
"Heeeeeyyyyy!" Greenie's voice emanates from the trunk. "Let me outta here! Let me OUT!"
"Fuck, I forgot all about her." Moth says. "Get her out of there."
Moth tosses his car keys to Oxy Mo, who fails to catch them. After Zane picks up the keys from the ground, he and Oxy Mo walk to the trunk as Zippy proceeds to feast his eyes on the naked girl hunched over the hood.
"You got her." Says Zippy.
"Fuck, yeah, bro." Moth boasts as he lights up a cigarette.
"So, we gonna take her in now?" asks Zippy.
"Yeah." Moth answers with a sly grin. "But not right away."
Moth walks over to Angel, stopping right in front of her protruding ass. Inhaling a mouthful of smoke from his cigarette, Moth leans over her. He notices Angel's body shivering, either from the cold night air on her naked skin or from the fear of being at his mercy. Moth blows the smoke from his mouth to Angel's face.
"You were really lucky to get passed us at the hotel." Moth states. "But as you can see, your luck just ran out."
Moth straightens up from Angel and gives a hard smack across her defenseless ass, Angel softly winces. Moth slams his hand on Angel's ass again and begins fondling it.
