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Night swept over north-western Texas. The sky had gone from startling periwinkle without a hint of clouds to a warm palette of reds, burnt umbers, violets, and rose to a deep and opaque endless darkness. The wind blew through the small town of Earth, cooling the once warm and sunny town down. Another darkness, however, soon swept through the town. Anton Chigurh, after managing to get another car and obtaining a little medical attention (the "car" he obtained being an ambulance vehicle, God bless southern hospitality), made it to the amusingly named Earth, Texas around ten PM. He drove through the quiet town, watching the people walk and move around. Once he drove through downtown, he spotted a small diner with a flickering neon sign bearing the name “Shorty’s”.
'Shorty's...' Anton thought to himself. While he intended to continue driving, his stomach growled low and caused him to reconsider. Pulling into the small parking lot of the diner and parking, he opened the ambulance door delicately as his arm was still recovering from the crash. He stepped out and began walking towards the entrance. Once he made it to the door, he was met with a sign: "Monday-Friday: 7 AM - 10 PM Saturday 8 AM - 11 PM CLOSED SUNDAY". He observed the sign before attempting to push open the door only to be met with resistance. His stomach growled again as he attempted to push the door open again. Locked. He pursed his lips together, turned, and began to retreat back to his car when he heard the sound of keys jingling and the door unlocking.
"Sir!" A feminine voice called out to Anton. The man stopped in his tracks and turned to see a small woman standing in the doorway of the diner. She looked young. Well, younger than him. Her hair was tossed up into a messy up-do except for a few strands that hung beside her face and her bangs. She was adorned in makeup, her eyelids covered with cerulean eyeshadow and thick black eyeliner. Her diner outfit was simple: a dark blue shirt and skirt combo with a white apron. On the apron, the name "Shorty's" was embroidered. Her shoes were simple black Mary Janes. She stood in the doorway and looked at Anton. "...You can come on in if you want." Unlike most of the people Anton had come into contact with in the past few weeks, she didn't have that distinct southern drawl. In fact, there was no discernible accent. Anton looked at the woman silently before looking back at his vehicle. He considered his options before returning to his previous spot at the door of the diner.
As he got closer and closer, he picked up more details on the woman. For example: her nails were painted black, she held a key in her hand, and she was shivering ever so slightly from the cold. Once he got up to her, she held the door open. It was only then when Anton caught a glimpse of her name tag: Missy. She gave him a small grin. Moving away, she began speaking again.
"You can sit wherever you want. Hold on, lemme grab you a menu," She chimed. Anton watched her as she moved behind the checkered counter. He then meandered into the darkened diner, his boots softly clicking on the linoleum floor. The diner was a fairly small establishment with only a few tables and a couple of booths. The front counter had a couple of red vinyl bar stools. He moved through the diner before seating himself down on the second red bar stool, watching the worker move behind the counter. Finally, she popped back up and was alarmed by Anton's sudden appearance at the counter. "Oh, shit!" She jumped back a little before giggling a little, her face flushed. The man just watched as she recovered from her initial shock.
"...Did I scare you?" Anton spoke calmly, amused by this reaction.
"A little! It's no biggie, though. I'm kind of a scaredy-cat," The waitress began speaking again. She handed Anton a sunfaded, laminated menu, the name "Shorty's" written on the front in marker. He looked down at the menu and flipped through it briefly. Many of the menu items were faded and hard to make out. The waitress watched him before continuing, "Do you want any coffee?" Anton looked up at the woman again.
"...Sure. Why not." He responded plainly before returning to squinting at the menu.
"What kind?" Anton looked up at the woman once more. She had this constant little smile that remained plastered on her face. It wasn't a smug smile, nor was it a "customer service" smile. It seemed genuine with a hint of...something. Or it could’ve been nothing and Anton was just reading too much into things. Who knows?
"Black is fine." He watched her once more as she spun around and started boiling a new pot of coffee. His eyes drifted down her body, quietly admiring her figure...Wait. Anton shut his eyes for a moment. Was...he seriously checking her out? Anton Chigurh...checking someone out? More importantly: Anton Chigurh feeling actual emotion? He could feel his mind begin to wander to places that Anton rarely ventured off to. While Anton was not a complete stranger to passion, he certainly wasn't in touch with it. Back when he was younger, sure, he fooled around. Now, he didn't really have the time or really the need to release his carnal desires. This woman, however, was slowly, but surely awakening something in him.
As the coffee heated up, Missy hummed to herself and shimmied her hips back and forth ever so slightly. While she continued to move, Anton began watching again. These past weeks had been absolute hell for him. All he wanted to do was relax. Unwind. Take it easy. His dark eyes stayed fixated on her moving hips, dark thoughts clouding his mind. While these thoughts were not nearly as dark as the ones he had the week prior to this encounter, they still were startling to Anton. And she was unaware. She was off in her own wonderland.
"Have you figured out what you want?" She spoke over her shoulder. Anton suddenly snapped out of his trance. He managed to maintain his composure, his eyes drifted to the back of her head.
"Eggs. Sunny side up." Anton responded. While the coffee continued to brew, the waitress moved to the fridge behind the counter and opened the door. Grabbing a gray carton of eggs, she looked back at Anton.
"How many?" There was that smile again. He looked at her again before speaking.
"...Two," He offered a smile of his own. While maybe not nearly as endearing as hers, she didn't seem unnerved like most people were when he smiled. In fact, she seemed to relax a little at his unnerving grin. She took two round eggs out of the carton before grabbing a flat pan. The diner worker rested the pan on the stove and began cracking the eggs on the rim of the pan and dropping them in. Anton watched her as she moved around behind the counter. Once again, his mind began to wander to the more carnal side of things. He thought about what this small-town waitress looked like under her outfit. He pondered the things that he could do to make her scream and beg. He thought about what those pretty, makeup-laden eyes looked like looking up at him from his belt. It was only at this point when Anton considered making sure there were no cameras around. Not that he planned on hurting this beautiful little thing.
There'd been enough hurting. Anton was ready for some healing.
Anton continued to remain honed in on this Missy. His actions mirrored a predator stalking its prey without it even knowing. And she didn't know! She was so blissfully unaware. She had no clue that he was mentally defiling her. Miss innocent Missy. Anton craved this innocence. He wanted to devour it whole and make it his own. But, he didn’t feel the need to murder this innocent waitress unlike the other innocents before her and after her. But, why? What made her so different?
Sure, he had killed innocent people before. Those poor dirt farmers, Llywelyn's wife…But all that harm, all that battling was for a good cause, right? The farmers were a necessary sacrifice and poor Carla Jean should’ve minded her own business. Their innocence was nothing compared to this kind little lady. There wasn’t any greed to her, any want for anything. She just wanted to help a stranger out. But, so did the farmers! Why was their innocence corrupt but this random woman’s innocence seen as just and pure?
Simply put, the farmers were curious and kind. This waitress was just plain naïve. They pulled over and just wanted to help, but they were out in the open, where anyone could just drive by. If fate wanted those farmers to survive, there would’ve been something, anything to signal Anton that this wasn’t it. But, this waitress…she just let a shady stranger into a completely empty diner with no cameras! In the dead of night, no less! Besides, by the lack of a certain twangy accent, it was safe to assume this little lady wasn’t from around here and most likely had no loved ones around here; therefore, by corollary, no one to notice if something were to happen to her. All he’d have to do is ask for help with the ambulance, take his bolt pistol, and reward her for her innocence. But, that’d be too easy. Knowing his luck, that’s when he would get caught. There’s no such thing as an easy way out, you know.
BEEP.
Anton jolted a bit as the coffee maker alerted Missy that it had successfully finished making his cuppa. She took the coffee pot off of the machine and began pouring Anton his coffee. He watched her in the dim diner, his dark eyes focused on the small of her waist. His eyes slowly moved up to her face, watching a little bit more intensely. She handed him his coffee cup and turned the coffee machine off.
"...'Missy'...that's an interesting name. Are you from around here...Missy?" He broke the silence as the waitress turned back to tend to the eggs. He already knew the answer to the second question before she even responded. She giggled a tiny bit before speaking.
"Oh, no. Missy isn't my name. I'm borrowing this outfit until they get me one for my own…” Too easy, Anton thought to himself, it’s too easy at this point. She probably just moved here and got this job. “And I'm not from around here. I'm from wayyy up north," She nodded to herself as if she had practiced this conversation. "Don’t think I’ve seen you before. You from around here?" Anton could feel an intense sense of deja vú wash over him.
“No. No, Missy, I’m not.”
“Oh? Where you from, then?” She turned her back on him and began to clean up a bit.
“…Not around here.”
Missy, alarmed by this answer, turned back briefly to make eye contact with Anton. He gave her a look that conveyed how little he cared about the topic of this conversation. Suddenly, she raised her brows, shut her eyes, and nodded curtly before dropping the topic. She turned back around."Do you want anything on your eggs? Ketchup, pepper, salt, Tabasco sauce...?" The waitress spoke again.
"No, thank you," He spoke as she turned around with the two sunny side up eggs on a small plate. She grabbed a butter knife and fork and handed them to Anton along with the eggs. Anton then began to slowly but surely eat the eggs and drink his black coffee. The waitress then rested her head on her propped up arm, watching Anton as he enjoyed his meal. He occasionally glanced at her while he ate. The stress of the last week was unbearable at this point. He needed relief of some sort. While the meal was delicious, he wanted more. Not necessarily more food but more of what this waitress had to offer. After finishing his eggs and drinking about half of his cup of coffee, he looked back at her. She stood there, that vaguely mysterious smile on her face. Digging through his pockets for a quarter, Anton spoke.
"What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?"
"I dunno...Maybe a couple of bucks?" The waitress responded. Anton then took the quarter out of his pocket, flipped it, and covered it with his hand before returning his attention to the waitress.
"Call it,"
"...Tails...?" She meekly responded. Anton then slowly drew back his hand, revealing an eagle with the country motto above it. Tails. Anton looked up at Missy, smiling a little.
"Are you…seeing anyone…Missy?" He quirked a brow.
"Oh! Uh...no. No, I-I don't. No guys around here my age are single...and if they are around my age and are single, there's probably a good reason for it, haha," She shyly replied. "...Why do you ask?"
"Oh, just curious. That's all. Making conversation. I hope...that wasn't too nosey. I would hate to come across as a nosey individual...especially considering how generously you've treated me tonight," The smell of black coffee and the gas stove hung in the air. "I'm a little surprised, though. You are a very...very pretty girl. Any guy would be lucky to have you," The waitress blushed a bit as she let out a shy giggle.
"Oh, geez. You're just saying that..."
"No, I'm not. You seem like a...lovely girl," He spoke again, his voice dipping down a bit to a low growl of sorts. Anton continued to watch the waitress intensely, taking note of her submissive posture.
"Well...You seem very nice as well," She nodded, her face hot. "I wish...there were more people like you in the world, sir," It took everything in Anton not to laugh at this statement.
"Thank you, ma'am. I really do appreciate it, though I don’t get why you’d want more people like me in the world. I’m nothing special."
“Well, for starters, you’ve been nothing but kind to me, you haven’t tried to impress me with your tractor skills or something like that unlike most of the guys around here do, and you just seem like a well-meaning gentleman.” The diner worker nodded thoughtfully and Anton, once more, forced back a laugh. He then began to dig through his pockets to pay for his meal. Taking note of this, the waitress spoke up.
"Oh! No, no! You don't need to pay. On the house," She nodded quickly, her hands clasped in front of herself. Anton looked up at the waitress, a brow raised.
"But...I should definitely repay you for your generosity...I truly appreciate it," He spoke again. "How can I ever repay you, Missy?" The waitress shrugged, avoiding Anton's intense gaze.
“Don’t even worry about it! You’re all good.” She waved her hands as she spoke.
“I insist. Even if I don’t give you any money, I just want to show you the same kindness you’ve shown me.” He continued, hoping this waitress would pick up on what he was subtly implying. She continued to stand there, fidgeting with her hands nervously.
"I can't think of anything that I would need. I'm just satisfied with seeing you happy," She smiled and nodded. Anton's eyes remained focused on the waitress as he began again.
"...May I make a bit of a more forward suggestion?" Anton stood up slowly and began to make his way behind the counter, his boots clicking against the floor. The waitress's eyes widened quickly as she took a few steps back, her arms flying up to defend herself. Anton could feel himself getting a little offended by her reaction. "Don't be afraid. I haven't posed any sort of threat to you. There's nothing to worry about," Anton said softly.
"...What kind of forward suggestion?" Missy shakily asked. Anton continued to move in closer to her, cornering her behind the counter. Anton continued to stare down the waitress while she started to frantically look for a way out.
"I would...love to repay you in a more physical and personal way. A gratifying way that would reward both you and I," Chirgurh took note of the waitress’s continued nervousness and, for a brief moment, considered just forgetting it and being on his way. “But only if you want to, of course,” Anton hastily added on.
“Why are you doing this?” Missy whispered, eyes as big as dinner plates.
“Well, Missy, fate has smiled upon you,” He then motioned to the coin resting on the counter. The waitress looked at the coin before glancing back to Anton, the wild look in her eyes turning into a more confused look.
"...Fate?"
"You correctly guessed what side the coin was on. Fate has smiled upon you,"
"Wait, what would've happened if I had guessed wrong...?" Anton thought for a moment after hearing this. He didn’t really consider what he’d do if little miss Missy incorrectly guessed what side the coin was on.
"...Well, I would've thanked you for the wonderful meal and been on my way,"
"So, what does that mean now that I've guessed correctly?"
"It means I am offering you this opportunity for me to repay you in a highly gratifying way...But that’s all up to you," Anton put his uninjured hand up in a 'my bad' fashion. Suddenly, it hit her. The waitress continued to give Anton a bewildered look before, out of nowhere, her eyes widened as she put two and two together.
"...Are you asking me if I want to fuck?" The confused waitress watched as Anton slightly cringed at her vulgar phrasing. However, cringing aside, he did nod a little. “…You want to do that with me?" Anton nodded again.
"But only if you want me to. It's all up to you...Missy," Anton spoke before taking a small step back, resting his arm down by his side. The waitress stood there, mouth agog in shock while she quietly thought and considered her options.
"...I mean...It does sound nice. I haven’t been…repaid before. You're clean, right?" Anton nodded once more, his eyes beginning to wander again. "I mean...Hm...Oh, what the hell? Sure, why not?" The waitress smiled a tiny bit, her face growing pink with blush. "But, wait, where are we gonna g-" Before she could finish, Anton had moved in and rested his hand on the waitress's hips. He pressed his lips against her own, the taste of coffee still lingering. Missy put her hands against his chest as his hand then started to drift downward to palm her ass. Moaning into the kiss, the waitress began to move her hands against his chest. While the kissing continued, Anton's hand had found its way up her skirt and was now frantically touching and prodding. Suddenly, Anton could feel a slight wet spot on his fingers, causing him to groan into the kiss. He then pulled away and looked down at the woman before him.
"Get up on the counter, please," He spoke, pupils blown wide with lust. The tone he took on was stern but polite. Before she hopped up, the waitress moved the dishes off to the side so as to not end up sitting or laying on them. After that, the waitress maneuvered her way onto the counter and instantly spread her legs for her lover. Anton then knelt down to his knees, hiked the waitress's skirt up to her hips, and admired the slowly growing wet spot on her white cotton panties. He pressed two large fingers against the wet spot, teasing it ever so slightly. Throwing her head back, Missy began to whine and grind down on Anton's fingers.
Anton moved his head a bit and took a small inhale, catching a brief breath of the waitress's wetness. He softly groaned and rested his head on her left thigh, continuing to navigate his way around Missy's panties. She continued to whine and twitch as Anton rubbed. Pressing quick, chaste kisses to her inner thigh, Anton could feel his pants grow tighter as he hardened. He stopped only for a moment to free his strained cock from his pants. Once freed, his skillful fingers ghosted over it before taking into his fist and giving it a few pumps. His hand then made its way back up to the waiting waitress’s warmth. He pressed them against the fabric again, causing her to whimper again. Anton's fingers continued to tease the waitress's cunt from the outside of her panties. Desperate for more, she reached her hand down and attempted to move her panties to the side in order to tempt the man between her knees. Anton didn't take lightly to this; the hand that teased suddenly stopped and snapped to grab the diner worker's own hand.
"No touching, slut," He growled, squeezing her hand slightly before releasing it. The waitress whimpered in response. Anton's hand then grazed over her clothed cunt and teased it a bit more before hooking his fingers around the fabric and pulling it down. She hissed as the cool air met her soaking wet pussy. Upon seeing this sight, Anton's eyes rolled to the back of his skull. Pretty, pink, and so so so wet. His thumb tenderly touched her folds, navigating itself to find the clit. When he did find it, the waitress beneath him bucked her hips forward and whined in desperation. Perfect, the assassin thought.
Moving his thumb in a set of slow and torturous circles, Anton kept his eyes firmly on the woman before him. He gauged every single microreaction he possibly could. Every wrinkle of the brow, every twitch, every whine, everything. He took it all in greedily as if when he closed his eyes, she would be gone like a feather blowing wildly through the wind. Anton pushed his thumb a bit deeper against the waitress’s clit. While she writhed above, Chigurh moved in and closed the gap between them. Removing his thumb from its current position, he replaces it with his mouth. His tongue flicked languidly against her entrance, glazing and lubricating the folds with his spit.
Meanwhile, Anton’s uninjured hand returned back down to his cock. He moved his hips forward into his waiting hand and held himself. Moving his hand up and down, his dick twitched occasionally in his palm. Anton’s mouth moved to wrap his lips around the woman’s clit and began to tenderly suck. While it had been a while since Anton had something like this and while his profession had made him into a man who seldom worried about the safety of others, he wasn’t completely heartless. He didn’t want to hurt this lovely lady, especially after she was so kind to him and even more after she correctly guessed what side the coin was on. Fate smiles upon those who deserve it, like he said.
While Anton sucked on her most sensitive spot, the diner worker thrashed and bucked her hips. Her right hand made its way down to the deep brown mop that was Anton’s hair and wove her fingers through it. Her painted nails scratched at his scalp while he continued to lap away. Her other hand went to stabilize herself while she laid on the counter. Her hips continued to shift and move, overstimulation setting in. From the very nerve endings of her clit all the way to the tips of her toes and to the deepest pit of her stomach, the waitress felt a slowly growing sharp pang of pure pleasure. While she had been quite vocal about her pleasure in the minutes leading up to this, she suddenly felt the need to scream and shout. This pleasure, this…divine feeling was so large and all-encompassing. It made her feel like at any moment, she could fall through the earth and be swallowed whole by who-knows-what.
“Oh, shit!” She yelped, her grip on Anton’s hair tightened as her orgasm rapidly snuck up on her. Moving his tongue to directly torture her clit, Anton continued to pump his hand around the length of his dick. His thumb would occasionally swipe over the head, smearing small beads of pre-cum along his cock. He shuddered while continuing to hungrily lap away at the waitress’s aching bundle of nerves, urging her closer and closer to that wonderfully divine feeling she was so, so, so close to feeling. He wrapped his lips gently around her bud one more time and gave it a slightly harder suck. And, suddenly…bliss. Everywhere, bliss.
Missy came undone right before Anton’s eyes. He stared in subtle awe as the waitress let out one last loud cry before losing herself. There she was. Innocence incarnate screaming out in pure ecstasy. Head thrown back, mouth shot open, eyes fluttering to the back of her skull, hands and legs shaking violently. Anton, while he didn’t kill her, still took something just as important as life from her: that innocence he craved. This little naïve angel was now cumming in his mouth and screaming obscenities so loud, he swore any moment now some random passerby would meander on over and stick their nose in business that wasn’t theirs. And, for a moment, Anton almost wished that would’ve happened just so he could steal her innocence all over again and show this Missy exactly what type of man Anton Chigurh was. Returning his attention back to the waitress, he remained there and admired his work.
Her innocence was gone. All his. No longer was she a shiny pure virgin, a newbie in this small little town. No, no. She was filthy. Tainted. A dirty whore spoiled by a dirtier stranger. Anton smirked to himself while he reveled in this victory. Anton stood up between the waitress’s convulsing legs, his cock eagerly standing at attention. While the defiled Missy came down from her orgasm, Anton placed his hand on her lower stomach and gave it a small rub. Now, while Anton had just intended on just getting off with this kind young lady and being on his way. However, that hunger and longing for that innocence still irked him. He thought that after repaying her, it’d go away. But, nope. It was still there, eating away at his concentration.
Missy’s whimpering was what brought Anton back to the situation at hand. Moving around the counter all while taking his sweet, sweet time, the man found himself standing by Missy’s head and tentatively stroking himself before her. Her eyes remained glued to him as he continued to pump himself. It’s just then when the waitress got a full view of Anton’s manhood: it was maybe seven to eight inches long when fully hard, thick like nobody’s business, tan like the rest of Anton, well-kept and trimmed, a few noticeable veins, and a nasty circumcision scar. Her eyes grew wide as he continued to hold his dick and lazily fuck his fist just mere inches from her face.
“Have you ever done this before?” He spoke, looking at the curious woman.
“N-No, nothing like this…only first base…” She said absentmindedly, her eyes fixated on the girth of his cock.
“…Think you’ll be able to handle it?” He said with a faint smirk. The waitress’s mouth parted in shock. Handle that? That monster? Was he crazy? She blinked owlishly before stammering her response.
“I mean, y-yeah! Totally. I can do that…if you want,” Eagerly shaking her head in approval, Missy moved her hand to gingerly stroke the man’s dick. When her hand met it, she felt it twitch at the feeling of someone else’s hand. While she began to rub her fingers curiously against the veins, Anton moved his hand from his cock to the woman’s face. He pushed some of the hair that got stuck to her face earlier off to the side and cupped her right cheek. As Missy continued to touch, the man above her moved his palm closer to her mouth and rested his thumb across the swell of her lips. Swiping his thumb back and forth, he hummed in deep thought.
“Move your head off the counter,” He commanded. The waitress moved and adjusted herself just so her head dangled off the edge of the counter but also made sure it wouldn't make all the blood rush to her head.
“Open your mouth.” And as it is written, so shall be done. Her mouth immediately opened up at Anton’s request. Moving his hand back to his cock, the assassin gently brushed Missy’s hand away and guided it into her awaiting mouth. As he entered her mouth, Chigurh hummed to himself again. Instead of shoving his cock down her throat like so desperately wanted to, he restrained himself from doing so. After all, he had to keep that gentlemanly reputation he had built up with little Missy here. And it was greatly appreciated by Missy. She swirled her tongue around the head of his member, tasting the salty pre-cum that had leaked from her touches.
“Good girl,” Anton cooed. He watched as the woman’s thighs instinctively pressed together in response to Anton’s words. As her tongue continued to swirl around his swollen tip, he began to move in closer. As he did this, his cock descended into her mouth. The woman beneath him let out a panicked, muffled moan around him and her hands moved to touch his thighs to slow down. But, Anton just moved his hand to tenderly caress her face in an attempt to sooth her worries. “Shhh, you can take it. I’ll go slow,” the assassin explained as he removed his cock from her mouth. He left her mouth with a slick ‘pop’.
Spit coated the intruding member. Some spit even began to make its way down to his testicles. He shuddered as the cold air made contact with his previously swallowed cock. Returning his gaze to his partner, Anton caught a look at her face. The waitress’s eyes had begun to water, causing some of her eye makeup to smear a bit. Her lips were slightly swollen and a warmer color from the friction against his dick. Drool leaked down her upside down cheeks. She looked up at him, shut her mouth, swallowed, then anxiously parted her lips again. The man above her moved forward and sunk back into her mouth once more.
Easing her onto the length of his manhood, Anton shifted himself past her glossy waiting lips. Moving in this time was a bit easier for the both of them. The waitress relaxed her throat and breathed in and out through her nose. Once Chigurh fit almost half of his length within her mouth, he started his thrusts. Thrusting into her mouth, Anton moved his hand to the edge of the counter.
“Atta girl…” He softly commended the waitress’s work on his dick. As he continued to slowly move his manhood in and out of the diner worker’s mouth, he rolled his head back and let his eyes rest. The sound of the woman’s noisy gagging and sloppy slapping of skin against skin was the best sound Anton had ever heard. This was his melody. His lullaby. A sound so beautiful that he thought it came straight from the heavens above. He looked down and honed in on the waitress’s neck. A faint outline of the tip of his cock appeared every time Anton thrusted far enough. Missy continued to drool down her face and obediently did her best to accommodate his intruding member. Satisfied with his work, the assassin pulled out and removed himself from her throat. Then, he paused and took a gander at the woman.
Missy looked the worse for wear. Spit was slathered on the lower half of her face and caused her makeup to smear. Both of her eyes had giant black streaks on the outer corners; this was a result of her eyes watering. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, teary eyes glued to the man above her. Anton briefly felt the corner of his lips flick upwards into a mischievous smirk as he admired his work. While he stared at her, he internally asked himself.
Was this what he wanted? Was this the corruption he wanted? Before this, she could’ve walked off and continued with her night and look like absolutely nothing happened. But now, there was clear evidence that something had definitely happened. Was that it? Did he just want clear evidence? He admired his work once more…only to be met with that nagging feeling again. What more could he do at this point? Anton wracked his brain for any semblance of an answer.
“You ok?” The waitress groggily asked, her voice hoarse from the abuse her throat had gone through. Anton moved his hand to his slick cock and stroked languidly before responding.
“Stay there,” Anton then made his way back around the counter. Once he returned to his original position, he looked down at the diner worker’s throbbing opening, glistening in the little light there was. He then moved his hand down to broadly rub his thick fingers against the folds. Whining again, the waitress laid there and looked back up at the strange man.
“More…” She beckoned.
Anton’s cock throbbed. His eyes trailed back up to the waitress’s flushed face, her eyes wild with lust. He moved his hand back to his dick and gave it a few lazy strokes. Taking a small side step, Anton adjusted himself before lining up his cock to the waitress’s aching cunt. Moving purposefully, he bridged the gap between them once more and pressed the head of his dick into the tight hole. Hissing, Anton sank into the warmth of the girl’s inner walls and rested himself fully inside her. Now resting on her elbows, the deflowered waitress watched as he steadied himself within her.
His eyes remained fixated on where his cock disappeared as if he was confused as to where it disappeared to. Pulsating, velvety walls gripped selfishly onto Anton’s intruding member, coating it in clear slick and giving it a slight shine. He placed his good hand onto the edge of the counter before glancing back up at the waitress.
“I’m going to start moving, Missy,” His dark eyes bore into the waitress’s own. She nodded eagerly, waiting for Anton to repay her kindness. After seeing the nod, Anton’s eyes made their way back down to her entrance. Steading himself once more for good measure, Chigurh inhaled before moving his hips back. A part of his length slid out of her heat and showed how wet she truly was; his entire cock was drenched in her juices. As he admired where they met, he exhaled and began eagerly thrusting into the diner worker.
“Fuck!” The waitress whined out, her legs moving further apart to better accommodate the thrusting man between her legs. The sinful sound of wet slapping and lustful sounds filled the walls of the empty diner. Missy moved up a little and watched as Anton’s cock sunk in and out of her hole, eyes wide and wild. As he pounded into her, Anton let out a grunt while he continued to hump away.
All of sudden, that nagging feeling came flooding back into the assassin’s mind. The need to corrupt and ruin this perfectly pure waitress continued to elude him. What more did he want? He made her cum once and he ruined her makeup: that’s a way farther than anyone else had gotten with her! As he continued to pound away, Anton watched Missy’s body bounce and move with every movement of his hips. His eyes trailed down her body, lingering for moments at a time to take in every detail. While he looked, he felt himself coming back to one specific part: her stomach. He moved his hand to grab her by the hip and pound fluidly again and again.
Rubbing his thumb up and down her side while he bucked his hips, Anton felt this overwhelming urge to just…do something. To take a risk. His dark eyes flicked from where they met back up to her stomach. Continuing his mindless pounding, he still struggled with his pestersome thoughts. He glanced at her stomach one more time before it finally hit him. What’s the best way he could corrupt and truly take her innocence? No one would be able to tell how dirty miss Missy is if he just ate her out and she could always remove her ruined makeup when she got home. No, no, no. Anton wanted to make a real impact on Missy here and knew just the way to do it.
Leaning in, Anton put his good hand by the waitress’s head and sped up his hip’s rapid movements. Meanwhile, her own hands moved up to cup his face. She moaned out, eyes fluttering shut while her hungry walls surrounded Chigurh’s cock. Anton watched her intensely, speeding up the snapping of his hips. This new idea had awoken something primal within him, something so deep inside his subconscious…and nothing was going to stand between him and his goal. With a growl, he moved his good hand to wrap around Missy’s unsuspecting throat. Squeezing the sides so as to not hurt her, Anton felt his own familiar divine feeling creeping up on him.
The waitress gasped out a guttural moan as the man above her thrusted his cock right against her g-spot. Butterflies filled her stomach. They were so supermassive and uncontrolled, it felt like at any moment they’d tear through her and leave her an empty husk on this counter. Thankfully, they didn’t but, for a moment, she thought they would. Focused on the otherworldly feeling of Anton’s dick prodding at her walls, the waitress would then feel a tight coil in her stomach. It wrapped around her, tightening and untightening intermittently. Her hands suddenly flung to hold onto the back of the stranger before her. Her nails dug into the fabric of the deep brown jacket he was still wearing. The coil continued to practically torture the woman until it finally gave in and snapped.
With a strangled squeal, Missy came crashing down for a second time that night. Drenching Anton’s cock with her juices, the waitress clamped her eyes shut as she was fucked through her second orgasm. Anton watched her closely, his grip tightening as his own orgasm rapidly approached. Shortly following the waitress’s second, the assassin’s orgasm shot through her insides like a piston. His release quickly filled her up; it had been a while since Anton had sought any sort of release, self-induced or otherwise. After giving a few sharp finishing bucks, he stilled himself within her and let out a grunt. Though he didn’t remove himself immediately after. No, if he did that, his plan might not come into fruition.
What even was his plan?
Well, you see, in Anton Chigurh’s horny stupor, he came to the conclusion that the only way to truly show how he defiled this wonderful little waitress was to give her his bastard. Of course, she could always drop it off at a fire station or something of that nature. But, that didn’t matter to Anton. In fact, as soon as he left here, he didn’t care what this lucky lady did with the kid. It was all about the fact about getting her knocked up in the first place. That’s what he cared about. And while he did plan on leaving soon and never to return lil’ ol’ Earth, he did briefly consider staying and seeing what could happen between him and little Missy. Maybe he could actually get around to learning her name! Who knows?
He could just leave the assassin life behind. Settle down, buy a little ranch, have a cute picture-perfect family…all of it could be his. But could it really? Could it really be attainable? Or was it silly to even try? If Anton stopped now, he was almost certain someone would recognize him and rat him out or worse: harm that picture-perfect family all because he got too greedy. It actually began to tear him up inside a little. This ideal life wasn’t for him. A ne’er-do-well was exactly that. Nothing could change that.
Removing his hand from Missy’s throat, Anton propped himself up the counter. By this time, Missy had fully come down from her high and was now silently watching the man before her in awe. Starry-eyed and giddy, she moved in to press a kiss to Anton’s lips. He shut his eyes and returned the kiss, a deep profound melancholiness sweeping through him. He shifted and pulled out of Missy’s warm pussy, cum dripping from her hole and from his now-flaccid cock. Her legs laid twitching occasionally as small aftershocks shot through her.
“That was…amazing…” Missy dreamily sighed from the counter. Chigurh quietly tucked himself back into his pants before glancing at her. He pursed his lips before grabbing her previously discarded underwear and putting them back on for her. The waitress watched in silent bliss, a small smile on her lips. She then moved to hop off the counter, legs shaking like a newborn fawn. Once she balanced herself (with the counter’s aid), Missy looked up at Anton with those big wistful eyes. Anton moved in once more and placed a delicate kiss against her forehead. It's then when the waitress realized what was about to happen next. “You said you weren’t from around here?”
“That’s correct,” Anton hesitantly replied. The waitress looked away in thought and returned to look at the man.
“So, I guess you’ll be on your way…?” Missy looked down dejectedly, already knowing the answer.
“…That’s correct,” Anton nodded. But, he then quickly added, “but, I could always come back. If fate allows it,” Missy looked up at him once more, her eyes slightly watery.
“I hope it does,” Her voice wavered as she held back tears. She then decided to do something even fate itself couldn’t predict: she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Caught off guard by this kind action, Anton stood there bewildered before awkwardly patting the waitress’s back. Once she released him, he saw tears streaming down her cheeks. This was really, for some insane reason, destroying him inside. Maybe he didn’t take that innocence after all.
“Good night, Missy.” He stated bluntly.
“Good night, sir.” She responded tearfully. And with that, Anton began to make his way back out to his stolen vehicle. When he got to the driver’s seat and buckled himself in, he sighed and rested his good hand on the steering wheel. He didn’t cry. He didn’t run back in. He just fished the keys out from wherever he left them, put them into ignition, backed out of the parking lot, and sped off into the deep, dark Texan night sky.