Page 15 of The Seductress

“May I have a drink? I find that I can’t talk about her anymore unless I’ve had something to fortify myself.” I got up and went to the little sidebar to pour him a whiskey neat. His words rang true now that I think of it it was the same with me. After the whole sordid mess had been brought to light, I did get the impression that she’d targeted me, but why?

“Thank you son, I see you’ve done your homework there as well.”He indicated the drink and smiled a whimsical smile as he accepted it and settled back in his chair. He was a lot more relaxed now than he had been when he first entered and it showed.

“Here’s to escaping that venom.” I raised my water glass to his toast. “She really is something isn’t she?” What a waste.” He shook his head and looked down at the floor. “It was the best shakedown job I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen my fair share from here to Texas. She’s about as coldhearted a being as I’ve ever seen.”

“Our last day together which happened to be our wedding day, she laid it all out for me. There was to be no real marriage. I was to pay her what she asked for her to go away quietly and not share certain thingswith the world. Things I’d stupidly told her when I thought she was in love with me. How stupid could you be?”

“There was no prenuptial agreement, so she had me over a barrel. She had taped conversations of very compromising statements made in the heat of the moment. Statements that if taken in the wrong light could cause lots of trouble for me with certain factions of the city. She played it well from beginning to end.”

“I had no choice but to give her what she wanted and to save face I never told a soul the truth behind our hasty wedding and annulment. Those closest to me chose to believe that it was because of my late wife that I’d come to my senses, and I let them. Yet another way she used my wife.”

“Three months after that, she was on Henry’s arm the old fool. I tried warning him but someone sent me a very nasty letter spelling out just what would happen if I didn’t keep my mouth shut, so I backed off. Now when we see each other in public we study one another as if trying to decipher how she’d played us individually.”

I listened to his story taking it all in, looking for the whys and how’s of this thing. The one thing that kept hanging me up was the differences in me and the other two men. I was younger, didn’t have anything to hide and wasn’t easily led. It wasn’t like she was looking for the real thing because she’d ran back to her boy toy as soon as things went south between us. So what had been her game with me? I could almost believe that theother two had been a test run for me, but why? What did she want from me for fuck sake? I didn’t even know her before the day we met.

Chapter 10

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By the time Sorenson left, I was still no closer to understanding my part in this farce, but I had a few more answers. She’d fed on his weakness, while with me she’d played to my ideal of a good southern wife. For all my worldliness, it was no secret that I had a certain way about me when it came to women.

I made no bones about the fact that I would bed anything in a skirt, a slight bit of an exaggeration, but I wouldn’t marry any but the purest virgin on the block. A bit hypocritical to be sure, but a man has to have hisidiosyncrasies and that one’s mine.

I’d seen the dregs of society while moving through foster care as a child. I’ve lived in some of the worse dives in Memphis and been placed with some of the most un-motherly felines this side of the Mason Dixon. Some were worse than others, but they were all horrible.

I’d lived that dreadful life until I was about thirteen when a guidance counselor finally took notice and saw that I was often covered in bruises, and under the baggy layer of clothes I was forced to wear even in the hot summer, I was bordering on malnutrition. There was a big stink made, I remember. The woman who’d been tasked with my care hadn’t been your average foster mother. She’d been from a well to do family and wassupposedly interested in helping those who were less fortunate.

It was all a load of shit. She’d had one biological son if I remember correctly and he was the only one she gave a damn about. The rest of us, it was about three or four of us at the time, I think, were treated like dogs while she doted on her son who was a few years younger than the rest of us.

It had been a while since I’d thought of my life back then. I tend to steer clear of those memories since they never led anywhere good. I’d been tempted to look that woman up a time or two since I made it, but always held myself back. There was no point in dredging up the past.

As far as I know, the whole thing had been all over thenewspapers back then and the city had sought to make an example out of her. Too bad for her she got caught at a time when the atmosphere had changed. The good ole boy system was on its way out and people were no longer willing to turn a blind eye to the goings on of the rich and entitled.

I brushed it off as have been my habit for the past fifteen years or so. I had better things to do with my time these days anyway, like making sure my girl got the wedding of her dreams.

She surprised me for lunch again, just showing up to the office with a basket in hand and a smile a mile wide. “Don’t you have classes young lady?” I put my pen and the papers I’d been perusing away andsettled back, working the kinks from my neck.

“It’s Wednesday remember, I have a long break between classes in the afternoon.” Yes I did remember. I must be the only husband-to-be, who knew his fiancée’s class schedule like the back of his hand. She placed the basket on the desk and came around to plop herself down on my lap.

The little kilt like skirt she wore rode up her hips and exposed the pink satin crotch of her panties. Of course my dick stood at attention in seconds flat and her tits pressed into my chest finished the rest. “Did you miss me? Ooh I see you did.” She grinned like a nymph as she rode the bulge beneath my zipper.

“Does he want to come out andplay?” I didn’t bother answering her; she was in one of her playful moods. I knew what that meant. I was just here for her enjoyment. I let her fight with my zipper and fish my cock out so she could run her fingertip over the slit in the head of my cock where pre-cum had already started to gather.

“Should I take him in my mouth first, or do you want to fuck my tight pussy?” My brows rose at that. Somebody was certainly feeling bold. I let my fingers graze across her pussy and sure enough she was wet. I pulled her hair back roughly and looked down at her. “What the fuck were you doing before you got here?”

I know my girl is a little wild, but this was something more. She’d come to me in heat. “Nothing I swear, it’s just…”

“Just what?” I tugged at her hair making her cry out.

“Last night, I was thinking about last night and how wild we were and how we could’ve been caught and it just made me…I don’t know.” She held my eyes with hers so I knew she was telling me the truth.

The anger rushed out of me, as I understood what she was saying. My baby is an exhibitionist. Dragging her mouth down to mine, I fed her my tongue as I let my fingers fuck into her wet cunt. “Did you lock the door behind you?” She shook her head no and the look in her eye was almost pleading. “Good girl.”

She actually came a little at the implication. My assistant could walk in at anytime. I found that I liked theidea myself and was soon tearing at her clothes as she pulled at mine. I drove my cock up into her waiting pussy as soon as it was free and pulling her top aside, bit into her nipple.

Her nails dug into my head as she rode my cock hard with my fingers digging into the plump flesh of her ass. “I want to eat your pussy.” She shook her head wildly and bore down on my cock meat. I guess that meant she wasn’t about to give up the dick to satisfy my need for the taste of her.

I almost wished my assistant would knock at the door to see what she would do but by the time she’d cum three times we had yet to be interrupted. I got tired of waiting and pulled her off my raging cock andflung her back onto the desk with her legs over my shoulders. “Ummm.” I love the smell of her pussy once it’s been dirtied by my pre-cum. The mix is like an elixir.

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