The Seduction
Posted: Wednesday, October 28, 2009
by Lorette' Teal
Heads always turned when she appeared. Her long legs, flowing hair, and a drop dead body, were every woman's dream. She knew she looked good and flaunted her body with ease and seductive gracefulness that caught the attention of both men and women.
Today, only one of those admirers had given her reason for pause. He stood leaning comfortably in the shadow of night and she knew he watched her, too.
She's simply stunning, he thought, making a mental note to know her more intimately before the night ended.
Undetected, but within her peripheral vision, she pretended not to notice, him. A beautiful specimen of masculinity, she studied his physic, his attire right down to the strength of his jaw line. Her weakness had always been men who carried themselves well. And, this man did all of that.
Under veiled lashes, she inspected his dress, shoes, and his hair not missing any detail. She knew, for instance, that he had a wife and possibly children by the discoloration a wedding band had left on the ring finger of his left hand. As a spy she would have been unstoppable. Her eye for detail was incredible. She continued her mental undressing of him as she made note of the expensive chestnut colored Armani top coat that he wore. Open, it exposed a double breasted-suit. Her best guess, an Italian suit custom tailored for him. His appearance radiated a casual elegance, hand comfortably resting in his pant pocket, right foot crossing the left. He gave off a virulent scent making her legs weak with excitement. Like a wolf tracking her prey, she raised her noise ever so lightly to capture his scent even more. She felt confident that fate had crossed her path with the perfect victim, a married man on the hunt for fresh meat. She prepared herself for the kill.
Her intentional steps took her closer to her prey. On purpose, she brushed up against his hand, Excuse me, she said.
He smiled at her cunning and boldly asked, if she would care to join him for dinner?
She smiled apologetically and shook her head, No thank-you.
To this he suggested , A short night-cap, then?
At first, her lips formed the word No. Then as if she had reconsidered, she said, Yes, why not.
The attractive pair walked along 44 th Street between First and Second before arriving at the UN Plaza Hotel in New York. Escorting her past the lobby, he went to the lounge, seating her then himself.
She recognized his obvious display of gentlemanly concern. Impressive, she thought while quietly observing his charisma . Will he be worthy of my time? She, after-all, was a woman of assiduous standards. His eyes traveled as far up her exquisitely sculpted legs as the hem of her dress would permit. Aware of her own seductive ability, she allowed him this tiny pleasure before removing her legs from his view.
Are you married? She asked wondering if he would lie.
He wasn't sure if he should lie and say, No, or, if he should tell her the truth. His dark eyes met her own. Deciding that she was definitely the no-nonsense type, he answered, Yes.
She didn't seem ruffled by his marital status. She simply asked, Any children?
Yes, two.
How old are they?
15 and 17.
Oh, so you've been married for a while.
Although, the question ended on an up note denoting a question, more importantly it implied a certain knowing, on her part.
He responded with a polite tilt of his head and smile.
Now, her turn.
And what about you? Are you married?
Methodical and deliberate, she didn't offer an immediate response.
(Good. She thinks before answering a question. What a rare find. ) He mused while patiently waiting for her response.
She took a sip from her wine glass and only then did she say, Yes.
(Good, no chance of her falling in love after a one night stand ) Any children?
One.
(Whew. Thank god she didn't pull out those hideously boring pictures of her kids that so many woman insist on showing.)
Her eyes continued to study him.
(She's decidedly a woman of class. ) He ventured , May I ask what you do for a living? Or are you one of those women whose bucked the trend for a career to stay home with her children?
I guess you would say that I'm a woman of independent means. My children have a nanny. She smiled her most seductive smile. She always began the game at this cue. Within moments, she would have him wound so tightly that he would have difficulty not exploding. She began by reaching for his glass of cognac and taking it between hands which were perfectly manicured. She proceeded to trace a small line around the perimeter of the glass using her tongue.
He watched her deeply red, moist lips as she went half way around the cognac glass before reversing the intentional circular motion she made. Finally, she took a sip and then invited him to do the same. Mesmerized by her, he gulped down the remaining cognac. Would you like another? He asked in a weak voice.
Yes, thank you. She hesitated then added, What would you say if we took our drinks to your room? You are staying here aren't you?
He lied and said , No. The instant the no came out his mouth, he knew it hadn't sound credible.
She allowed him his lie .
To cover his falsehood he told her , Wait here while I get us a room.
They rode the elevator to the penthouse in silence. He, standing just behind and to her side already in excited anticipation of the sex that would follow, and she feeling the hardness of his erection against her thigh. The elevator opened to the most beautiful room imaginable. The architect spared no expense in making this a showplace for the hotel's rich cliental. Marble floors, ceiling high windows, all to a backdrop of New York City. For the normal person, this would have been nothing short of breath taking. Her instincts were not in the least impressed and began to case the place spying evidence that this suite belonged to him, just as she had thought. He carefully guided her to the bedroom to their left. That probably meant that his suitcase and clothes were in the one to her right. She followed him to the smaller bedroom where he now stood holding the door open.
Regardless of his duplicity, she began to feel emotion that she seldom felt, Maybe I should leave this one alone tonight.
She retrieved her clutch and prepared to go when she heard, Bitch-get your high society call girl ass over here.
The sharp words hit her as hard as if his fist had made contact with her face.
A woman of independent means? Sounds more like a nice name for a prostitute if you ask me-- what do you think? His voice had turned icy cold, deadly, menacing.
He began removing his clothes. Don't be frightened. I'm not a serial killer, I don't intend to hurt you. I just want a good piece of ass. You'll do just fine. When it's over, you can leave.
Well, if you think I'm a prostitute, how much am I worth? She swayed seductively over to where he stood. I must be worth something.
You've got to be kidding? You bitches are a dime a dozen. I should charge you for being here with me. He grabbed her roughly causing the sleeve of her dress to rip from the armpit. She knew that she would never be able to where her Jonathan Saunders silk dress again, but she didn't care. She stepped out of it exposing a black garter belt and stockings still in her four inch heels.
He smiled before overpowering her and literally stripping her of her remaining garments. Without asking permission, without remorse, he violently thrust himself into her. His strokes were intended to hurt and to humiliate. He opened his eyes to see if they had hit that mark. Her indifferent stare met him stroke for stroke.
Go deeper, she urged. Get it all, babe, get it all.
Just as quickly as it began it ended. His passion spent, he rolled off of her and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning when he woke, she had left.
Good, he muttered to no one. She's gone. He felt relieved not having to kick her out while he dressed.
He had plenty of time before his meeting started, so, he ate a hearty breakfast of sausage, eggs Benedict, fruit and coffee while he read the newspaper. Afterwards, he headed for the bathroom to shower and shave. His eye caught the image of something on the bathroom mirror through the door jamb. Turning the corner, he could see that a large red heart had been drawn on the mirror.
He rolled us eyes upward in disgust , a love note, he guessed . Just what I need, his voice dripped sarcasm. His naked eye automatically saw an, I love you-- please call. But as his eyes focused a sickening dread began to form as he read the message out loud..
Welcome to the World of AIDS
Signed,
Ms. Bitch
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)You have a real talent for surprise endings! Nicely done.
WowGreat job, Lorette'. You might want to check for a couple typos, which you can easily fix on the Edit selection. Otherwise superb. Keep up the good work.Mark
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