Authors note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Any mistakes in the story with Japanese are unintentional and hopefully forgivable by readers.
A Shoulder to cry on: Part Two
Chapter One: Silas
For a person in the know, at first glance Silas Johnson had a great life. Fifty years old but looking and feeling ten years younger. Father of four, married for coming up on three decades. His own business, which while not making him rich anytime soon, was a moderate success. Most tellingly, he was having an affair with, not one but two, gorgeous Asian women. Keiko and Hana, mother and daughter, Japanese American women who were, through unfortunate circumstances, living full time at the motel Silas owned and ran with his wife Janet.
What wasn't to like about that?
Well Silas had problems. The first was time. There was only so many hours in a day, only so many days in a week. Maintaining the motel wasn't that taxing on him but there was always something to do all the same and disappearing for hours at a time to fuck either Keiko or Hana would become obvious to his wife eventually. Which brought up the second problem, Hana.
The eighteen-year-old was sex mad. No other way to describe it. Not only that, she was bored as well, so sex was both a need and a diversion for her, doubling down on her commitment to getting a hold of Silas's black cock as much as possible. He'd been fucking her now for over two weeks and her enthusiasm for sex was such that he'd jokingly recommended she take up porn as a career more than once. As one of his favorite sayings went, 'love your job and you'll never work a day in your life'.
Room Thirty-Three in the motel complex had become their personal fuck spot. The room was an ongoing project of his, in need of repair after some water damage. It was removed from the room Hana shared with her mom, far enough away that his wife Janet couldn't hear anything from the reception area and during the day there were no other residents nearby. Anytime he'd gone to the room to do some actual work, Hana had shown up soon after, stripping as soon as she walked inside and all his plans to do repairs were gone for the next few hours.
She haunted him. From the moment her mother left for work until she returned that evening, Hana stalked Silas like a sex starved predator. Aside from the risk of Janet discovering he wasn't getting much work done, it was leaving him drained and unable to work on his other side project, her mother Keiko.
Silas had managed to carve out a few days where Hana didn't corner him, either heading into town early to buy things or using Janet as a shield almost to keep the young Asian woman at bay. That had allowed him to hook up with Keiko a few evenings after she'd finished work, heading to a nearby motel for sex. Hana was a succubus, a four-foot eleven sex demon. Her mother was something else. Quiet and reserved at first, Silas had been bringing her around, playing on her esteem issues, sculpting her malleable psyche into a submissive to his role as Dom.
So, time and Hana were his problems when it came to Keiko and Janet to a lesser extent. Coming from a background in Industry, he'd been one of the chief technicians at a plant in Michigan, he knew that some tasks required more than one person. Hana fell into that category. Although not as new to Florida as the two women, Silas hadn't had time to carve out a large social circle for himself. Janet had managed to do that through her connection with the local Baptist church but the help he needed wouldn't be found there. He did belong to a local bowling league, part of a team called 'Split Happens'. Frank, Ellis and Danny were the other members.
Danny wasn't going to be of any help, the poor fool was one of those souls who was blissfully happy in his marriage and rarely shut up singing his wife's praises. Frank and Ellis however were a different story. Both of an age as himself, a couple of years older actually. Both divorced and most importantly, both capable of keeping their mouths shut.
Silas never undertook a task without getting a plan in place first. He had one ready for Hana this time.
Chapter Two: Hana
She checked herself in the mirror, doing half turns to the left and right to make sure her profile looked perfect. Behind her she heard a snort of amusement coming from her bitch of a mother. Instead of rising to it, Hana let it go, which was unusual for her. Silas had been really insistent about her keeping a lid on her emotions around her mom. If she didn't know any better, she'd swear it was because the older black guy was sweet on her mother. Naturally that couldn't be the case, why would he have an interest in a dried-out bitch when he had Hana's perfect body to fuck?
No, she could see the sense in what he said. If she got into a big fight with her mom and accidentally revealed what she'd been up to with Silas, then that would be an end to all the fun. Fun, sex, was of critical importance to Hana these days. This shitty little town in Florida that her mom had dragged her too had nothing going for it. It practically invented boredom and she'd had enough of that. Ever since her dad died, Hana's life had been a living hell. All the excuses her mom made, the tears and long conversations where she tried to 'make Hana understand' were utter shit. All that mattered was her dad was dead, her life had turned to shit and who else was there to blame but her mom. Simple as that.
Tonight, she was doing something new, Silas taking Hana somewhere else to fuck. That was a welcome change, the half-repaired room in the motel wasn't exactly the nicest of settings. It had become so familiar to her as well these past weeks that it was bordering on becoming stale. Heading out meant lying to her mother, a bonus, and meant not starting another fight, boring but necessary.
"When are you coming back?" Hana turned to look at Keiko when her mom spoke.
"When it's over," Hana shot back.
"Well how longs the movie?"
"I don't know, did I direct it? No." Hana took a breath, calming herself. Always with the stupid questions, typical of her bitch mother. "Three hours I think, longer with the trailers. That okay?"
"That's fine, nice that you're getting out. I still don't know how you met these new friends though. Patricia and Linda, right?"
