The Ranch Motel - Ch. 12 Kick Ball

Night is quickly approaching as Jacob drives up to the ranch. A man in a Hawaiian shirt is sitting in a folding chair in front of reception with a slice of pizza and a Coke in hand, watching the spaceships fly by. "Never gets old, does it, Trevor?" he asks his bodyguard, who is standing at the ready as always.

"No sir," Trevor says, looking up into the night sky for only a moment before going back to scanning the surroundings.

The Hawaiian shirt man sets the Coke down and gives Trevor's butt a firm squeeze. It's tight like a kickball. "Can't wait to get this little unpleasantness over; then we can go have some fun. What do you think?" He grins, thinking lecherous thoughts.  

Trever's butthole clenches, and his dick stirs in delight. "Yes, sir, whatever you want, sir." 

Jacob turns into the parking lot and finds a space. As he gets out of the car, the other bodyguard greets him: "The boss is waiting for you." He grabs Jacob's elbow and escorts him to the folding chair throne.  

"Welcome to the ranch. Sign these," Mr. Hawaiian Shirt says and hands him a small stack of documents. He takes a sip of his soda.

Jacob tries to read them over, but it's dark; he pulls out his phone and uses the flashlight. It looks to be standard NDA stuff. At his old job he had to sign one every time they changed customers. So Jacob is familiar with what it should look like. He skims the documents and signs them. "Anything else? Uh, I didn't get your name," Jacob says.

"I didn't give it, but my name is Jack Harrington. No, that is not all. Isabella is in room 83. She has a smartwatch for you; wear it at all times. Don't break the contracts, or I am the one who has to decide what to do with you, and right now I am not feeling forgiving. Do that for me and we will get along." Jack Harrington says in one long sentence, stopping only to take short, sharp breaths. He finishes and just stares at Jacob.

He looks over the Hawaiian shirt- and sandals-wearing Jack Harrington to see if he could kick his ass. Jacob realizes he doesn't stand a chance. Jack Harrington looks like he could take him out in 2 punches. The man is at least twice as fit as him, plus he has never been much of a fighter. Plus, the bodyguards look well trained and disciplined. "Uh, yeah, I can do that," Jacob says submissively.

"Good, now get going. Don't leave the girl waiting." Jack Harrington snickers and picks up his pizza; he looks at it disappointed and finishes his drink.

As Jacob walks to the room, Jack Harrington and his guards head to the Motel room they share. He is already planning what he wants to do with Trevor.

Jacob knocks on room 83, and the door opens. "Hey, honey, welcome to the ranch," Izzy says with a wide smile, the fact she was pregnant yesterday and the implications for her cheating on Jacob weighing on her, making her stomach hurt. She wraps herself around him in a hug.

"Izzy," Jacob says, and smells her hair as they hug. "You smell like coconuts."

"It's the hotel-supplied shampoo. I can't wait to smell like my lilacs again," she says, trying to kiss Jacob but instead kissing his forehead. "It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too," Jacob says and tosses himself on the bed. He lands softly and looks around the room. "Not a bad room, and the bed is soft." 

She jumps on the bed with him. "How was the ride?" she asks, the pleasantries making her secret hurt worse.

He pushes her on her side. "Long and boring, and all I could think about was snuggling you," he says and snuggles up to her back and just holds her. After 15 minutes of just cuddling. "So what exactly is this job?" he asks. "And what was with the Hawaiian shirt man? I think he said his name was Jack Harrington." He looks her over; she is, he can't quite describe it, but glowing, with that warm, smiling look women who have had a good night have.

She turns over, and she kisses him, a long, slow one. 'And this is how we end this relationship,' she says, the monster in her stomach now the size of a basketball. "It's, uh, hard to explain, but it involves, uh, surrogacy, sort of?" She feels him pull away.

"You're talking about carrying someone's baby?" He responds with outrage. "I thought we meant something."

"You do, we do! It's only a sort of surrogacy. And I told you you didn't have to come," she barks back.  

"I know. So tell me what it is instead of what it sort of is." He looks her in the eyes, only a foot away from his.

"It's, uh, I'm not even sure it involves making sure the guests have a good time. A little like a host club, I guess? Jack Harrington was vague. Told me to stay near the hotel and have fun? And that seems to satisfy what he wanted from me," she says, not feeling confident about any of this anymore.

"So what's this about surrogacy?" he asks, reluctantly aroused. "Do you love me?" he asks before she can answer. She bonks him on the head playfully.

"Yes, you weenie, that's why I asked you to come. Of course I love you. It's 6 months out of the year, then we can go live a normal life anywhere we want, do what we want," she smiles hopefully, her stomach feeling empty with worry but also partly from not being filled with eggs.  

He gathers himself back together. then slides back against her warmth. "And if I hate it, whatever you do, and can't handle it?" he asks. "Will you leave with me?"

"I am not sure, but we will talk about it and see if we can figure it out." She kisses his forehead, then embraces him, pulling him closer, the stress of bringing him here melting away to background noise. She is reminded of the late nights cuddled on the couch.  

They cuddle, and cuddling turns to kissing him. Jacob feeling up her body. But the entire time all she can think about is the tentacle. She touches his cock through his pants, and it's large enough, but it lacks that slickness of the tentacle. Somehow the comparison was turning her on.  

Jacob just can't stop thinking about the surrogacy part of the job. 'What did she mean? Is she going to carry someone's child?' he thinks. The idea is oddly erotic to him. He pictures her belly swelling and her breasts growing. He pictures her in sundresses with wide hats. His cock was hard and ready to make the dream a reality.

As she is slipping her hand into his pants Her watch goes off; the watch screen flashes the message, "The doctor wants to see you."

She sighs, "Duty calls; I have to go to medical for something." She gets up and rearranges her clothes; slipping on her flip-flops, she blows him a kiss as she closes the door. "Stay out of trouble," she says with a smile and leaves, her body worked up again, frustrated to have to stop halfway there. She knows full well this exam will ruin her mood. 'Bad timing. I still don't know how to explain what my new job is. I really don't understand it myself, 'she thinks as she walks to the lobby.