The Ranch Motel - Ch. 5 Teriyaki

She walks down the hallway leading away from the bathroom. The voice in her head is saying, 'What just happened? Did that just happen?'

She takes a few more steps. 'I am never telling anyone, not my friends, not my mom, and definitely not Jacob. I am never telling anyone anything.'

She looks around the hallway as she continues to walk. 'That was so hot. I should have stayed and finished getting off, but what if someone else knocked? She thinks The tingling from the cum still makes her clit buzz with desire. 'Would that have been so bad?' Her irrational mind is still running loose.

Her internal demon perks up. 'But you cheated!' It screams and rattles the mental bars she keeps it in.

She fights back. 'It's not cheating; we broke up.'

The demon responds with venom. 'You never told him you broke up. You just left!'

She rationalizes it. 'It's fine; no one will ever know because I am never telling anybody, not even a potted plant.'

Her body moves down the hallway a few more steps, but she isn't paying attention. 'I just need to orgasm,' she groans and walks into the main room of the bar.

She tries to keep a straight face as she approaches the bartender. The man with the cat eyes smiles at her. He makes a sweeping gesture at the large plate of food sitting on the bar. "Your teriyaki chicken with a melon sunrise. It's like a piña colada but with melon added; it is a Sand Hills delicacy.

"Melon," her cheeks grow red as she says the word. Despite her best efforts, everything still smells like melon.

"Are you allergic to melon? Your face is bright red," he muses. "But you haven't even touched it yet," he pauses. "Oh my," the bartender grins a wider grin this time. His far too sharp teeth showing.

She sits down on the bar stool, defeated. 'He knows. How could he know? I don't know, but he knows now'.

She hides her face behind her fork as she starts eating the teriyaki. It is wonderful, salty, and a little caramelly. She eyes the drink suspiciously. The bartender grins at her when she looks at him.

He asks, "How is it?" The grin never leaves his face. What she heard was, "How was it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replies, continuing to fill her face, trying to hide her expression.

"The teriyaki? I see you have had enough melon for one day." He raises an eyebrow suspiciously and then laughs a deep, growly belly laugh.

She looks around the room, judging if anyone can overhear her. "What are you?" she asks, the fork in her hand gripped tightly.

"Good question. Are you sure you're ready?" He grins, showing more teeth. "Do you need more melon first?"

She pushes her plate away and looks him over. Really look him over. He has blue hair on his head and irises that are like a cat's as she watches the nictitating membrane slide across both of them. He grins and shows off his sharp, cat-like teeth. The tattoos on his arms look like Greek, but the symbols are just a little wrong. She bites her tongue. "You're not human."

The cat leans closer to her and whispers, "You know, you might just be right," his blue tail with white stripes wrapping around his waist.

"What is going on here?" She says, looking around the room and finding it empty other than her and the cat-like person.

"Nothing to concern yourself with. You had a little fun in our special bathroom, and tomorrow you drive away and never return, and the people who run this place will never know. The cat smiles a gentle smile and gets her a glass of water. It sits untouched on the table.

"Yeah... I am just going to go to bed now... Have a good life..." She stands up and stumbles a little, her world shattered. The bartender makes a phone call, and the manager rushes in to help.

"Had too much to drink, did you?" the receptionist says as she helps her to her room. "It happens to the best of us. You will feel better in the morning."

"Yeah, in the morning," she says in a daze.

The door automatically opens as she approaches. "If you need anything else, just call reception," the woman says and heads back to her computer.

She goes inside and locks the door. The phone and wallet are tossed on the nightstand. The shoes are kicked off and left on the floor. She crawls into bed still dressed. "I swallowed tentacle cum today. And the bartender is not human. I am pretty sure he isn't human. What's going on here? I feel like I am on a game show and they are messing with me," she says out loud. Hearing her own voice alone in this motel room somehow makes the entire situation feel more real.

She snuggles under the covers. "I am just drunk; you heard the woman; none of it happened; I am just drunk," she convinces herself. The blankets are warm, and the room is pleasantly cool. She has an idle thought about masturbating. The vibrator was still tucked at the bottom of her bag. She is too worn out and confused to dig it out, she decides.

Instead, she flips through the shockingly large number of channels on the TV. She finds at least 10 different languages but settles on watching a cooking show about making real objects out of cake; in this one they are attempting to make a blender. She only gets halfway through the episode before falling asleep.