Midnight Special Chapter 1 (Marlana Sheetz)

[JustinMays402]

this is a sample of a work I have published on Amazon.
         
It was a typical summer in Los Angeles and I was nearing the end of my shift at my regular day job. By day, I’m a journalist for the LA Times, mainly an investigative journalist but my boss had asked me to fill in for our regular celebrity blogger due to the fact that she was on maternity leave. Naturally, I couldn’t say no given that my free time was spent in live music bars anyway so it was a manageable assignment; certainly easier than what I was accustomed to seeing on the investigative side, especially with the bizarre case I had finished working. Or so I thought until I went to The Mint one Friday night.
I got off work as evening rolled around and went home briefly to get ready. I saw the performance lineup for The Mint in the paper earlier that week, after all I worked for the paper, and immediately I was struck by one name in particular: Marlana.
“Marlana, what a pretty name” I said to myself, noticing her performance was scheduled as the closer.
There was no last name listed for this mystery woman but given that I was a journalist, I had ways to find out. Then, I had a thought; this was exactly what my boss at the Times wanted me to do: interview local Indie artists and feature them on the celebrity blog. So, my mind made up on that front, I just had a couple preparations to make; nothing too major, just a shower and less formal attire.
Once I showered, I put on black leather pants, black steel toed boots, and a Disturbed t-shirt. Then I put on my musketeer hat; it was made of black leather, with a long red sash tied at the back which was holding a massive gold plume feather and headed out the door.
LA traffic is usually a nightmare but on Friday nights usually isn’t as bad as rush hour, so I was able to get to my destination in a fairly decent time frame, around 7pm to be exact. Given my profession and the fact that my exceptionally observant nature helped the police solve a couple crimes had turned me into a bit of a local celebrity, the staff at The Mint were cool with me. Of course I was also a regular there so that didn’t hurt either.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries and a $20 bribe of the bouncer, I entered and found a seat at the bar.
The bartender spoke, “Justin…you here for fun or work?”
Chuckling I replied, “a bit of both actually. The lady who usually does the local Indie artists section on our celebrity blog is having a kid and is on maternity leave so I’m filling in for her”
“Anybody playing here tonight that you’re profiling for that” he asked.
“Maybe. I’m not going to spoil it though” I answered.
He laughed and took my drink order; a cocktail I had made at home previously, mixing half a shot each of Kinky Green and Hpnotiq, lemon lime soda and strawberry kiwi juice. I had yet to come up with a name for this drink but man was it good. The music performances were solid for half hour sets, but I knew who I was there to see and I was just passing time awaiting the closing performance from my mystery woman.
And then, finally at around 9pm, she took the stage: Marlana. I was awestruck by this woman’s beauty; shoulder length blonde hair, hazel eyes, wearing dark red lipstick a short red sweatshirt showing off her toned midsection, tight black workout pants that showed off her perfect gluteus maximus and a pair of black leather high heeled boots.

Everything around me seemed to fade and my focus was solely on Marlana…until the bartender snapped his fingers in front of my face to bring me back down to Earth.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you zone out like that pal” he remarked
“Yeah sorry, had no idea she was that exquisite. Holy fuck” I responded, pointing her out with a head nod.
The bartender nodded in agreement.
I had no idea why I zoned out, it was as if Marlana held some type of power over me and she hadn’t even said a word or even know me yet, it was a strange yet intoxicating feeling, maybe the cocktail added to it, who knows. The moment I had been waiting for finally arrived: she started to sing. 
Marlana performed a song titled “Midnight Special” and her voice was angelic, hypnotic and erotic all at the same time, the way she moved her body was especially erotic. I got the hostess in charge of the open mic night's attention and she approached.

“How can I help you sir?” she asked
“That woman onstage has the voice of an angel. Would you please have her join me for a drink after her set?” I replied.
“Of course” she said.
“What do you know about her?” I questioned.
“Not a lot, just that she’s around 30 and promoting a solo project and was also in an Indie band called Milo Greene. Quite a gifted artist if you ask me” she replied.
“Thanks Miss” I said.
The hostess nodded and walked away to deliver my request to Marlana after she finished one of her songs.
The hostess approached the stunning blonde singer and discretely told her, “The gentleman in the musketeer hat would like you to join him after your set”
Marlana looked at me and I raised my glass to her as a signal. She nodded to the hostess, smiling.
“Oh he’s a cutie. I accept his offer” she told the hostess, biting her lower lip.

The hostess nodded and went back to work as Marlana continued her performance, during which I had a thought; I glanced at my drink and finally thought of a name for it but I wouldn’t reveal it just yet. I had the bartender have one on standby for her since she had agreed to my invitation. As Marlana got to her second to last song, I had another thought: a surprise duet. She performed a cover of Linkin Park's hit song “Crawling” and I surprised her by getting onstage and singing it along with her, after all it was one I knew having grown up listening to that band. The crowd loved it and I could tell she did too. She was such a good sport about that surprise. I went back to my seat to wait afterwards since she still had one song left to play.
After she finished her last song and started putting away her gear, she joined me as promised and I had the bartender bring over her drink. We introduced ourselves to each other
“Marlana Sheetz” she said
“Justin Mays. It’s a genuine pleasure to meet you Miss Sheetz” I replied as I held her hand to my lips and kissed it while maintaining eye contact with her as I did so.
She blushed and smiled and said, “Marlana please”
“As you wish” I responded.
She sipped her drink, impressed with how good it was.
“What am I drinking? It’s good” she asked
“One of my own creations: half a shot each of Kinky Green and Hpnotiq, mixed with lemon lime soda and strawberry kiwi juice. Didn’t have a name for it until tonight” I said with a smile
“What’d you name it?” she questioned in response
“Midnight Special” I told her
“You named it after that song I performed earlier” she said, stunned but in a good way
“Yeah. I must say Miss Sheetz, you possess the voice of an angel” I complimented.
She blushed and replied, “That’s really sweet, thanks. I’ve never been told that before”
“I don’t see why you haven’t been because it’s just true” I said.
“Well thank you. Speaking of singing, you were pretty good yourself, pleasant surprise. Say, you look kind of familiar.” she remarked.
“I work for the LA Times. I’m not on duty currently though” I replied with a smile.
“I thought so. You’re the one that helped the police solve some cases due to some exceptional ability, aren’t you?” she asked, her enthusiasm bubbling over
“Yes I am darling. I’m more observant than most people” I responded.
“I like that. I wonder what you can tell about me just by looking at me” she inquired.
“I could do that if you really want me to” I offered
“You did buy me this awesome drink. How could I say no?” she replied, “but first, I’ve got to say, I love that musketeer hat, makes you look dashing” she continued.
“Thanks. It was a birthday gift from a co-worker” I replied.
With that, she gave me the okay to proceed and I got to work reading her; I stared into her eyes, observing heavier makeup under her left eye than the right, touching that spot to see how she’d react: she closed her eyes as if she was wincing in pain. I then held her hands, rolling up the sleeves on her sweatshirt; nothing on the forearms but I reached up and felt her upper arms and felt bruising in both locations. I then noticed a tear streaming down her right cheek. At that moment, I knew there was more to Marlana than meets the eye, but I never expected what I figured out: she was in an abusive relationship.
With the reading done, I asked her, “How long has he been hitting you?”
I could see the emotion in her eyes and I wanted to help her.
To comfort her, I said, “You don’t have to hide anything from me. I want to help you”
Stunned that I now knew her secret without her even saying a word, she questioned me, “How’d you know?”
“I’m more observant than most remember? To answer your question, your makeup is heavier on the left side than it is on the right, which tells me that you’re covering up a black eye. Also I felt bruising on both of your upper arms and your reaction to me touching the area under your left eye made it obvious; you were wincing in pain but trying to hide it.” I replied.
“Well Justin, you’re 100% right, I am in an abusive relationship and I need to get out but I don’t know how. I feel helpless, trapped and I feel alone.” She said, letting out her pent up emotions.
I placed my hand on her shoulder and replied, “You’re not alone anymore. I can give you a way out. You’ve just got to stand up to him and say enough is enough”
“The fucked up part is, I don’t even know why he hits me. He never gives me a reason no matter how many times I ask him. It’s like I’m not good enough for him and he just gets off on hitting women” she remarked.
“If that asshole walked in here, I’d introduce his face to my boot because the one thing that pisses me off more than anything is a man hitting a woman, especially a beautiful, gifted one like you Ms. Sheetz. You deserve much better than that. You might not mean anything to him but you do to me” I said, letting my frustration at her situation show.
I had barely finished that remark when something occurred that I never saw coming: Marlana kissed me right smack on the lips. I’m not sure why she did it, perhaps it was the drink or just out of gratitude for giving a shit about her. Regardless of the reason, I had no choice but to enjoy it and I responded by holding her face and kissing her back with a passion that burned like the fires of the deepest pit of Hell.
After that, she held my hand to her cheek, looking into my eyes as if she was pleading with me to set her free, which I would gladly do in a heartbeat if she asked it of me. There was something about Marlana that made me bolder than normal and want to do anything for her.
I decided to try my luck, so I asked her, “Want to get out of here?”
She lit up like a Christmas tree and immediately replied, “Hell yes”
I stuck my arm out to give her a proper gentleman’s escort, which she gladly accepted. She held my arm tight, almost clinging to me. For Marlana, it was as if she was in a dream that she didn’t want to wake up from, I was the dawn of her dark world. But there was one piece of unfinished business to deal with.
Before we even went two feet, a white guy with dark hair entered the bar seemingly out of nowhere and shoved me to the floor.
He then angrily accosted Marlana, hitting her with a backhanded slap, “what the fuck are you doing with this guy?!” pointing at me.
I reminded Marlana as I got up, “Remember what I told you earlier about standing up for yourself, you’re stronger than you realize. Be free of him”
She nodded at me with a smile, letting me know she remembered, then slapped him as hard as she possibly could.
She yelled at him, “I am done with you! I’m fed up with you treating me like I mean nothing! I’m sick and tired of you always hitting me and never telling me why! You and I are through asshole!”
She then kicked him right in the baby maker hard, which made me and the bartender laugh. Liberated, she approached me.
“Get me out of here” Marlana begged.
“With pleasure. There’s just one thing I promised you that I’ve got to do first” I replied, pointing at my boot.
She smirked and nodded to signal me to do it. With that, I channeled my inner Drew McIntyre and Claymore kicked her abusive ex, knocking him out cold.

As Marlana and I walked out the door I decided to give him a message, even though he was unconscious.
Kneeling next to him, I grabbed him by the shirt collar and warned him, “If you even so much as try to find Marlana, I will have another Claymore waiting for you, along with the police. Leave her the fuck alone…douchebag”
I then apologized to the hostess and the bartender for the disturbance, to which the bartender responded, “No worries. We’ll take care of everything, you and the lady get out of here”
Marlana and I both thanked them as we left The Mint and headed off to my house.
During the drive to my house, Marlana was in a celebratory mood, an enormous weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She was finally free from her own prison, like a wrongly convicted inmate that had just been proven innocent and for her, the feeling could only get better. For me, helping this angelic beauty when she needed it most was a really incredible feeling.
Then she spoke, “Justin, I want to thank you for giving me my life back”
I replied, “You don’t have to thank me. A situation like yours is one I can’t ignore”
“Yes, I do have to thank you more…properly” Marlana said in a semi seductive tone.
I glanced at her and nodded with a smile then responded, “I hadn’t planned on it but if you insist, I won’t turn you down. But first, I’m going to make sure you’re treated the way you deserve to be”
She agreed and within about 5 minutes we were pulling into my driveway. As I escorted her into my home, I couldn’t help but reflect on how unexpected and crazy the evening had been and there was still a whole night left to go and much more to do. I remembered my assignment from my boss at the Times and thought what an epic blog this would be for that section but I figured I could wait until morning for that. Tonight, I wanted to give Marlana the proper treatment she deserved and hadn’t been getting; I wanted to show her that she had reason to hope; I wanted to show her that not every man was like her abusive scumbag of an ex; I wanted to give her a night she’d remember forever.
We got into my living room and Marlana wrapped her arms around my neck, looked into my eyes and asked me, “Would you keep me safe? Not just from my abusive ex but from any wacko in general”
Although I was caught off guard by the question, given what she’d been through, I understood why she would. And I was happy to answer, “Yes. As long as there is life in me, nobody will ever harm you”
She pulled out a pocket knife from her purse and handed it to me, “Swear it” she demanded
Despite the fact it was an odd request, I was happy to oblige. I took the knife and sliced my left hand, then held her hand with my cut one.
I gently held our foreheads together with my good hand and I recited an oath to Marlana, “If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. Wherever you go, I go; you ride, I ride; you fight, I fight; and if you ever die on me Marlana Sheetz, I’m going to die with you”
After reciting that oath, I kissed Marlana’s forehead to seal it as the blood from my cut left hand covered hers. Her reaction told me she was at peace now as my oath to her had been sworn in my own blood. A bit extreme but hey, she asked me to do it, maybe to ensure I was serious and wouldn’t back out of it. I handed her the pocket knife and to repay that favor, she disinfected the cut and wrapped my hand in bandage tape.
“I’m sorry to be extreme with that, I had to be sure you wouldn’t back out” she told me
“No worries Marlana. I wasn’t going to back out. Actually, I was quite happy to do that for you” I replied.
She smiled and blushed. Then I made her and myself another one of the cocktails we’d had at The Mint earlier that evening, just substituting lemon lime soda with Berry Fanta.
I handed her one glass and proposed a toast, “To an epic, crazy night. May it be the beginning of a bright future”
She smiled, clinked our glasses together and drank
“Mmm, this version is even better than the one at the bar” Marlana remarked
“I didn’t have lemon lime soda, so I used Berry Fanta instead. I also used a full shot of each alcohol involved” I replied
“Good call. I could use a good buzz” she said giggling
Then I had an idea; “Ms. Sheetz, there’s something I’d like to do for you” I said
She looked at me with a surprised smile, “I wonder what that could be” she answered.
With that, I got up from the sofa and went to the stereo. I flipped through my rather large CD collection and found what I was looking for: Savage Garden’s Affirmation album. I placed the disc in the CD player and set it to track 5: their hit song, “Crash and Burn”. Lyrically, it was a fitting song for the situation Marlana had been in and was now free from. I turned to her, holding out my hand, she smiled and gladly grabbed it as the song started playing.
I held Marlana close, looking into her stunning hazel eyes and started softly serenading her, gazing into the windows of her beautiful yet tortured soul while singing the chorus lyrics to her. She laid her head on my chest and I slowly ran my fingers through her soft, shoulder length, blonde hair. I was beginning to feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time: I felt… a fondness growing for this dreamy young woman. It was a rather strange thought of already loving a woman who was such a mystery. I didn’t know a thing about her apart from her being a local Indie singer and musician as well as being abused by her now ex-boyfriend whose name I didn’t even know either.
Perhaps I felt the way I did about Marlana was because I saw bits of myself in her; I have to admit, my past had been filled with heartache too. So, maybe it was because I could relate to her situation, maybe it was my lack of tolerance for men hitting women, maybe it was just me having a thing for mysterious women, or even a combination of all of them. Whatever the reason for my growing sentimentality towards Marlana, I did know one thing: this is one night I’d remember forever.
After the song finished, I shut the stereo off and smiled at her. She had a love-struck look on her face as we gazed into each other’s eyes. She placed her hand over my heart, feeling it racing like a stock car at Daytona. I gently and slowly caressed Marlana’s cheek. 
“What’d you think of the song I just did for you” I asked her.
“It was the sweetest thing anybody’s ever done for me” she replied, leaning her cheek against my hand, nuzzling it like a cat being petted, something I couldn’t help but find adorable.
Judging by her reactions, whatever sentimental feelings I had growing for her, the feeling was clearly mutual. Everything else in the world seemed to fade and it was just Marlana and I, lost in this building moment, lost in each other, lost in the anticipation of what would happen next. The build up got to be too much, I had to have her; I held her hips and gave her the most passionate kiss I’ve ever given anybody, one so good she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and just lost herself.
Marlana matched my passion with her own; our tongues met and my hands worked down to her toned ass, squeezing it tight. I think it must’ve turned her on because she broke our making out briefly to let me see the arousal in her eyes.
Then she begged me, “Justin my love, I want you to make passionate love to me”
I wasn’t planning on it but she was so beautiful, sexy, and everything that happened on this night had been building up to it, so naturally I wasn’t going to turn her down. It just felt…right.
I smiled and bowed my head in agreement, “as you wish my lady. Where do you want to start?”
With that, Marlana got a seductive look in her eyes and pushed me onto the couch, making me sit down on it, and sat down on top of me. I stared in her eyes as her hands ran down my chest and under my shirt, lifting it up and removing it. My breathing was getting heavy, my heart was racing and I passionately kissed her and ran my hands under her sweatshirt and removed it then kissed her neck. She exhaled in arousal and did the one thing that turned me on most: she bit my neck and I let out a soft growl to let her know how aroused I was.
“Found your sweet spot didn’t I?” Marlana asked with a naughty smirk.
“Fuck yeah. And I didn’t even have to tell you” I replied with a smirk of my own.
Marlana’s silky smooth hands worked their way further down, unbuttoning and unzipping my black leather pants, pulling them down. She bit her lower lip as she noticed the tent that had formed in my boxers, as I removed her tight, black, workout pants. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment; at this point, there was no turning back, not that either of us wanted to.
I pulled Marlana’s black lace panties aside and started teasing her; massaging her moist pussy lips with my fingers, staring into her eyes as I did, seeing her biting her lower lip. I slipped a finger inside her, thrusting it in and out as her nails dug into my upper arms, she let out moans that were as angelic as her singing voice. Marlana slipped her hands into my boxers, sliding them down enough to set my erection free. She slowly stroked my shaft as I continued fingering her; her nails dug into my upper arm even harder and kissed me hard as she came.
“Fuck, you’re good at that. Enough of the teasing, slip that big beast of yours in” Marlana demanded.
I was happy to oblige; I slipped my erect, 8 inch penis into her sacred place. She threw her head back, moaning in pleasure.
“Holy fuck” I moaned as I placed my hands on Marlana’s hips and started to slowly bounce her up and down on it.
When this night started, I never anticipated anything happening with Ms. Sheetz nor did I even plan it but now here I was, having sex with her right on my couch. And it felt so good and also… right.
Marlana looked into my eyes, showing me just how much she was enjoying herself. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately as I continued bouncing her up and down on my hard cock. I kept a steady pace; not too fast but not too slow either, I wanted this to last as long as possible. This exquisite beauty had been through a lot of awful shit and I wanted to give her the greatest night of her life and judging by her reactions, I was doing exactly that.

I felt Marlana running her nails down my chest as we continued our interlude, leaving scratches on it to mark her territory. Then I felt her nails dig into my upper arms again as she started cumming a second time. Something about the sex with this woman was different from previous ones; it was certainly more intense, more passionate, and steamier. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t planned on it that made it so hot. Whatever the case, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer at this point, after all I’d already made her cum twice but I wanted to at least give her a trifecta before I blew.
I unhooked and removed Marlana’s black lace bra and started to lick her nipples, continuing to rhythmically bounce her on my dick, the sound of my full balls slapping against her filling the room. It drove her to cloud nine and she came a third time just like I was hoping she’d do.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and I kissed her passionately as I released my seed deep inside her, our lips staying locked until every drop of my sperm was drained into her tight warm pussy. I had never kissed a woman while cumming in her before so this was a first. But with Marlana, it just felt right; it was as if we were now one, like we were now lovers, like I was meant for her. After I broke the kiss, she collapsed onto my shoulder in a sweaty heap.
“Fuck that was amazing Justin” Marlana said
“Yeah it was, but that’s just the beginning” I replied with a cocky smirk
“Let me guess, your bed next?” she asked as she got off of me.
I nodded and got up, but as soon as I stood up, Marlana dropped to her knees and sucked our combined fluids off my dick. It took me by surprise but damn… she was good at it, the way she worked her hand on my shaft was just like a porn star… fuck, almost had me erupting again but she stopped due to wanting to simply clean it off, such a tease but I was impressed nonetheless
Marlana stood up and I led her to my bedroom and we laid down on my bed. She laid on her side with me behind her so we were in the spooning position. She looked back at me as I entered her sacred place once more. This position felt more intimate; she kissed me, wrapping one arm around my neck as I thrusted in and out at the same medium rhythm I had gone at earlier on the couch. I held her firm, perky breasts as I thrusted, feeling them bounce in my hands, always an arousing feeling, especially since her nipples were hard as rocks.

Marlana grabbed one of my hands and placed them on her clitoris; I immediately knew what to do: I started massaging it, she kissed me hard as she started cumming, her body shaking from the intense stimulation she was receiving. I didn’t stop, I wanted her to cum for me at least once more.
“Oh fuck Justin, I’ve never been fucked like this before” Marlana said through her hypnotic moans
I felt accomplished hearing her say that. I kept thrusting in and out of her tight, warm, soaked pussy and massaging her clitoris, her nails dug into my arm and she bit my neck a second time as she came all over my stiff rod once more. Her vaginal contractions at that point were making it difficult to hold back. I moaned Marlana’s name then kissed her passionately, holding that kiss as I pumped another large load of my sperm deep inside her. I held my dick in her a bit longer to allow it to throb and pulsate inside her before pulling out.
I laid back and Marlana laid her head on my chest, both of us in an exhausted, sweaty heap. I wrapped my arms around her, catching my breath and we made eye contact, giving each other satisfied smiles.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had” Marlana told me, still trembling from the orgasms I’d given her.
I replied, “You’re the best I’ve ever had too Ms. Sheetz. And I didn’t even plan this”
She giggled and kissed me, playfully touching my nose as she remarked, “Justin, there’s more to you than I anticipated. You continue to amaze”
I kissed her forehead and replied, “Thanks Marlana, that feeling is certainly mutual”
Marlana went back to laying her head on my chest she said, “I feel safe with you now”
“Always glad to be of service” I replied, as I reached up and shut the light off
I wrapped my arms back around Marlana, the sounds of my beating heart seemed to relax her because within a few minutes she fell asleep. Having her head on my chest and my arms around her relaxed me as well as I dozed off with her.
This was the greatest night of my life and I knew it was one I’d remember for a long time.