The Matrons of Regal Bay Ch. 67

"Damn! This is one messy fucking cunt!" Jaylen laughed as he began to thrust in and out of her well-used and thoroughly saturated pussy. A moment later, there was a pounding coming from the motel room door, seeming to match the pounding that Jaylen's cock was giving her over-loaded pussy. "Hey, maybe Wesley changed his mind!" Tommy announced, and pulling a discarded pillow case around his waist, he went to the door and pulled it open. "Where you been? Oh, shit!"

Tommy's cry of anguish forced Bethany to look over, and what she saw made her entire body scream in agony. What she saw was three brown-uniformed sheriff's deputies storming into the motel room.

"Everyone! Hand's in the air and freeze in place!" came the roar from the lead deputy. Behind her, Jaylen painfully ripped his cock from her vagina and jumped from the bed. A thick flood of semen rushed out of her suddenly vacated pussy and dripped onto the mattress between her knees. The young men were moving quickly around the room, grabbing clothing while trying to keep their hands held high. All were suddenly pleading and with the deputies shouting, Bethany felt her knees buckle. The world seemed to spiral for her, and she rolled from the bed. She never felt the impact with the floor.

When Bethany had come to, after having passed out, she was seated in one of the room's chairs. She had a blanket covering her nudity. Two deputies remained in the room, one a man and the other a woman, and the door was closed. None of the young men were anywhere to be seen.

"She's awake," the male said.

The female deputy stepped up to her and from a card, read Bethany her rights. "Bethany McAllister. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, and should you be unable to afford one, one will be appointed to you by the court. Do you understand your rights at this time?" Bethany was in a daze and only nodded. After being read her rights, she was instructed to get dressed, which she did under the watchful eyes of the female deputy, and then handcuffed for the trip downtown. She didn't start crying until she had been locked into the back seat of the patrol car.

***

"You're free to go, Mrs. McAllister, on your own recognizance," the Judge proclaimed. Bethany let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Her lawyer, a young woman that had been assigned to her shortly after her arrest, handed her a file folder with everything she would need to bring back with her at a later date. It would be up to Bethany if she wanted to hire a different lawyer for her formal trial.

The courtroom was adjacent to both the county jail, where she'd spent the weekend, and the sheriff's department. Since the motel where she'd been arrested at was outside the city limits, hers had been a county matter. That being said, she was still held downtown. She was guided back to the sheriff's offices, where the next twenty-minutes she went through processing. Bethany retrieved her belongings and was escorted into the waiting room adjacent to the squad room where she'd been booked Saturday night. She checked her cell phone and found several messages, both voice and text. She ignored the voice mail and read through the texts. As she had feared, the school board had already heard about her arrest and she had been placed on administrative leave, effective immediately. They would be in touch with her about setting a time and place for a review hearing as well. It wouldn't be good, she suspected. Not like back in Tampa, where she had a few people on her side who were willing to brush her indiscretions under the rug. It only cost her a few meetings in random hotel rooms, her marriage, her job, and being relocated across the country to a small, sea-side town, about as far away as she could get.

Since she had not driven herself to the motel that fateful night, she had no car to retrieve from impound. Her lawyer had told her that she'd send a car to pick her up, but by one o'clock, when one hadn't shown, Bethany called Gayle Meyer. "I'd be happy to give you a ride, Bethany," Gayle replied when asked. "Can you meet me down the street, though?"

Bethany sighed. "I guess I can meet you at the McDonald's, across the street."

"That'll work," Gayle agreed. "I'll see you in about fifteen minutes." Gayle was a twice-divorced Health Studies teacher at Regal Bay High School, but Bethany knew that she had no classes during the early afternoons. Bethany was pleased that she hadn't been shunned, as she suspected she might have been, by all of her friends at least.

When Gayle had pulled into the lot, Bethany was nursing a cup of coffee. Her head was beginning to throb, and she wanted nothing less than to go home, take a hot bath, and go to sleep in her own bed. It had been a very long, very trying weekend. It was now Tuesday afternoon, Monday having been spent in waiting rooms and court rooms and tiny interview rooms with her lawyer, and her life would only get worse, as she suspected that she would also be unemployed, and unemployable, in the very near future.

"I suppose the story's made the rounds already," Bethany surmised as she joined Gayle in her SUV. She had bought her friend a cup of coffee to go and handed it over as she settled in.

"Pretty much," Gayle agreed. "You might want to not read the paper today, either." As they pulled into traffic, Gayle continued, "And you're on the front page of the Fox News website. They must have an entire department assigned just to keeping up with all of the teacher-student sex scandals that have been going on across this country. Every day it seems there's another teacher getting caught."

"Didn't we talk about this a while back?" Bethany asked, knowing that they had. "Christ Jesus, I really cocked it up royally this time." She was always careful to ensure that all of her young lovers were of age, and that they were discrete. And now, here she was, reaping the results of having thrown out all of her own rules. She was through being a teacher, she understood that. She would also be through living in Regal Bay. Of that, she was quite certain.

Gayle replied, "At least they won the tournament. It's been a long time since the boys had a winning season, you know." Gayle drove her home, with little more said between them. It was uncomfortable for both of them, but especially for Gayle, who knew a lot about what went on in the sinfully steamy underbelly of Regal Bay, but seldom participated.

"Thanks again for the drive home, Gayle," Bethany told her friend as they pulled to a stop at the curb.

"Take care, Bethany," Gayle smiled. "Take care of yourself. If you need anything, just give me a call." She pulled away then, leaving Bethany alone. By the time she had closed the door to her house, shutting out the world, Bethany was crying. She was all alone then, with both of her sons away, and in need of someone to cry on. It would be some time before she had cried herself out, and by then night had fallen. It had been one long and reprehensible week. Tomorrow, she would have to wake up and pick up the pieces of her shattered life, and finally admit to herself that she needed help. Her addiction was out of control and she needed help. Before getting into her bath, Bethany responded to Dr. Price's text, agreeing to a meeting. Dr. Price would get her the help she needed. Dr. Price, Cynthia, understood Bethany's sexual addiction better than anyone. After all, they were both cut from the same cloth.