John smithers and melvine brooks were passing through the
luxurious lobby with frowned faces. They have just come out
of the main conference room of the ''cloverleaf''
corporation building after another futile attempt of saving
the deal to sell their company to the large concern. What
seemed to be a done deal at the beginning came crumbling
down with the arrival of a new ''consultant'' who was hired
a few weeks before by the old man. That arrogant prick
called all their bluffs and was about to bring down the
whole deal. Of course he was only doing his job by
preventing them from deceiving hundreds of thousands of
dollars from his boss. Now they were put ''on hold'' as he
will check the market for chipper options of buying their
development, and no doubt he'll find those options, which
would take the price down at least 30-40%, that is unless
they would be kicked out the window all together for their
bold attempt of misleading the board of directors. Neither
of them bothered to answer the ''good evening'' call of the
doorman as they exited the lobby into the street and hailed
a cab down town.
About two hours later a young man wearing a tastefully
designed suit and a smug face crossed the same lobby in a
confident and smooth pace. He was well built and had a
powerful drive in his movements that made him seem even
taller and more massive than he was. His hair was black and
his eyes- brown, his stubborn looking face had soften as he
grinned at the doorman holding the door open for him and
went out to the cold winter air. The gloomy atmosphere the
streets had at that hour, between the end of the business
day and the beginning of the night life didn't bring his
spirit down and even though he was very pleased with himself
for the way things have turned out, he had already forgotten
today's recent success and his thoughts drifted with
anticipation for tonight. At last, after a long week, she
was back and awaited him. Having only been with her once
before, he was eager to see her again. Her beautiful,
vibrant figure rose vividly in his mind as he got into his
Porsche and turned the key in the ignition. She filled his
entire thoughts and as he sped up town he could almost feel
her soft caressing touch on him, the intoxicating smell of
her in his nose and her tight limber body in his arms.
Arriving at her building he got out of the car and walked
in, quickly punching the entrance code on the way. Pressing
the 19th floor button in the elevator he regretted not
buying her anything. He got out of the elevator and knocked
lightly on the door. ''It's opened,'' answered a mellow
enticing voice. He opened the door and stepped inside. A
tingling sensation came over him as he inhaled the scented
Odder of a dozen candles spread in the large dim lighted
living room. Across from him to the other side of the
apartment he could see the slightly orange moon through two
large invisible plates of glass replacing what should have
been a wall. Over-viewing the city lights, she stood
bare-foot by the bar with her back to him, wearing a black
nightgown and looking even more stunning than he had
remembered. With bright red hair, firm luscious breasts and
long seemingly hand crafted legs, she was a 170 centimeters
of bursting sexuality and teasing temptation. Watching her
standing there, ignoring him, he suppressed the urge to take
her from behind, lay her on the bar and penetrate her
violently. She turned her head towards him and smiled
knowingly, her hair seeming as a pile of thin, silky red
strings melting with every move she made and reforming again
as she paused. Sipping a drink with fake indifference she
planed to toy with him a bit before satisfying his hunger,
but as she turned to walk away two strong arms grabbed at
her wrists, gently yet firmly taking the glass from her hand
and pressing her against the wall, facing forward.
Trapping her from behind, his hands climbed up her torso to
her breasts, tightening her to him with brutal force. She
moaned with delight and leaned back at him, feeling his
aroused organ even through his pants. One of his hands
dropped to her waist, pulling up her gown as the other
reached for her neck, tilting her head aside and relaxing
her muscles. Almost too late, she realized his intentions.
She quickly came to her senses and took hold of his crotch,
fending him back as he groaned with ache and turning swiftly
to face him. Advancing towards him, she put her arms on his
chest and lowered him down, pounding his back on the floor.
He tried to get up but allowed her to pin him to the floor
as she held his hands back and spread her legs to mount him.
She brought her lips close to his and he could feel her warm
breath on his face. He leaned forward to kiss her but she
slipped away and began skillfully unbuttoning his shirt.
Passing a soft soothing hand through his body, she relaxed
him and let him pull down her panties. She left one hand on
his stomach as the other crept down to his crotch, feeling
his abdominal clench in her hand as she took a sodden grip
of his stiff pines. Again he tried to rise and again she
wouldn't let him. She took off his pants, leaving him
looking ridiculous with his underwear barely containing his
erected organ. She laid her body on top of him and crossed
her fingers with his, burring his face in her breasts. With
hands bound behind his head and his path blocked, he took
her nipple in his mouth through her gown and bit hard,
causing her to shrink with pain. She sat hard on his groin,
her hair on her face and her gown torn and revealing.
Knowing he couldn't penetrate her, she rubbed against him
with a teasing look in her eyes until the moment she had
been waiting for finally came. With bursting might he got up
lifting her in the air and held her in his arms. Holding on
to him by the neck with her legs around him she nodded her
head and smiled, but the smile quickly faded as she felt him
inside her and realized he had managed to get rid of his
underwear even as he swung her in the air. Crossing her legs
around him she let him bring her to the floor, giving in to
him and allowing him to take control. Moaning and panting
with desire as he filled and refilled her she sank her nails
in his back, clinging on to him until she felt her stomach
irrupt from within, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure
through-out her body. The sudden weight of his drained body
on her told her he was also satisfied. She sent one tender
hand to draw him close to her and kissed him passionately as
her other hand stretched back and took hold of an unseen
pointed object hidden under the couch. With a stone cold
stare she gazed at his widening eyes as the short narrow
dagger pierced his throat, causing gushed of blood to spring
from his jugulum. He screamed with no sound as she stabbed
him again and pushed his feeble body aside. Naked and
drenched in blood she got up, approached the bar and
finished her drink.
It was about 03:30 AM but john smithers wasn't asleep when
he heard the phone ringing. He picked up after one ring and
held the phone close to his ear, the feminine voice on the
other end was harsh and alert. He listened silently for a
few seconds, hung up and fell asleep.