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SHE CROSSED THE ROOM to the full length mirror in the bathroom and observed her reflection intently. Her hair shined to perfection as it cascaded down her back. Her makeup was perfect, and made sure to emphasize her eyes. Her hands fiddled with the laces of the leather bustier. She made sure the bustier fit a little tighter than needed, just enough to make it a little difficult to breath. It emphasized her breasts, and when she moved, they threatened to spill out of the top. She had purchased it on an impulse off of a website and didn’t regret it.
Her short, black skirt fit snug against her hips, showing off her slim legs to perfection.
She loved the way the black made her skin look even milkier. Even though she lived down here, she kept her skin protected. She did not want her skin marred by the sun’s damaging rays.
She glanced at the clock. She would need to hurry if she didn’t want to be late for her date. She adjusted the little black dress over the bustier to ensure that it remained hidden.
The sun had already set when she walked outside. Dark clouds moved in fast. If things went as planned, she wouldn’t have to worry about the impending rain. She turned the radio on to check on the weather. It sounded as if the rain would be here before she knew it. Hopefully, she would at least make it to her destination before the sky opened up.
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KEVIN FERMIN STOPPED at the bar to grab a drink on his way home. The air around him was thick with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. It was a typical scene in this bar; no one paid any attention to the no smoking policy the city had tried to enforce. The hotel rooms have been designated smoke free, so travelers come down here to grab a drink and smoke.
Most of the local patrons came here for one of two reasons; they wanted to drink away the pain from the real world and alcohol was their crutch, or they were looking for a night of passion and wanted a one night stand.
Kevin came here to escape the reality that faced him at home. He wasn’t ready to be a parent, but at any time now, his wife would likely go into labor.
He saw her as soon as she walked into the bar. She was dressed in black and the dress that she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. Mesmerized, he watched the hem of her skirt dance around halfway up her thighs as she moved.
He couldn’t help but stare at her; he had never seen anyone that exuded such raw sex appeal. The cleavage that she revealed kept pulling at his eyes like a magnet and the black silk gloves completed the look. He found her completely alluring.
He could hardly believe his luck when she sat down beside him. “Can I get you a drink miss?”
She told the bartender, “I’ll have a glass of Merlot, please.” The huskiness in her voice drove him wild. His body hummed with electricity where she brushed up against him.
He caught a hint of the perfume she wore. She even smelled sexy. Now that she was sitting next to him, he realized that she was truly a goddess. He couldn’t resist looking at her. She looked at him and smiled. Her eyes were like ebony pools; he could get lost looking into those eyes. Her long black hair flowed down her back. Nestled in her cleavage was a dark ruby pendant. When she moved to take a drink of her wine, his eyes watched her breasts. What he wouldn’t give to spend hours just caressing those luscious globes, teasing her nipples before sliding his erection into her. The dress was cut lower than he realized, if she moved a certain way, she may spill free from the constraints of the dress. He felt a bulge in his pants and had to move to adjust himself.
As she slowly crossed her legs, she revealed a little more thigh in the process. He caught a glimpse of the edge of her thigh high stocking. He found himself wondering if she wore anything else under that dress. He watched in fascination as her shoe dangled from her toe.
He watched as she raised the drink to her luscious lips. What he wouldn’t give to feel those lips upon his. He saw the desire in her eyes. He must be dreaming. With fluttering eyelashes, she gave him a flirtatious smile.
He couldn’t believe his luck. Nothing like his ever happened to him. Somewhere between the booze and her flirtatious behavior, he completely forgot about his wife waiting at home with supper.
This woman was what wet dreams were made of. He felt as if he had won the lottery.
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THIS WAS THE MOMENT she had been waiting for. He couldn’t take his eyes off her tantalizing legs. Men could be such pathetic creatures; they were so easy to seduce. She enjoyed the power she had over men. She was pleased with her choice tonight. He made her blood boil. She wondered if he would satisfy her sexual desires. Would he be her prince charming? Or would he turn out to be a two-timing jerk who only wanted to use her for a good time?
She would continue to play out her fantasies until she found that one man for her. She wanted a man that made her see fireworks and find climatic bliss.
Would he be the one to satisfy her tonight? Would he dare to give her a chance to show him she could love him?
She asked, “Do you have a room here?”
He swallowed hard, “No, but we can get one if you’d like.”
She gave him a seductive smile. He was hers. He was completely mesmerized by her. There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted her. This was such a tantalizing game of cat and mouse. She anxiously waited to tempt him with her favors, lavish with him kisses and have him take her to heights she had never been to before. “Why don’t you get us a room then? I’ll meet you by the elevators.”
No sooner than he closed the hotel room door and the lock clicked, she started to undress. Underneath the short, skin tight black dress she wore a leather bustier. She could tell he was anxious to be with her, he couldn’t get undressed fast enough.
Excitement rushed through her body; desire coiled deep inside her. She shoved him down on the bed and instantly was on top of him, kissing and licking him. As she mounted him, her black hair cascaded across her shoulders. The ruby pendant she wore was nestled between her breasts.
She felt utterly sexy and completely feminine in front of this man. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of his magnificent body. Her eyes wandered over his muscular frame and came to rest on his powerful erection. She couldn’t wait for him to set her free, to give her the sexual satisfaction she craved. Her whole body tingled with anticipation. She grabbed his member and stroked it. He was so virile.
She was already wet for him, ready for him to take her. Then she saw it, the tan line on his finger. Why didn’t he tell her in the bar that he was married? Wedding bands warned women that men were taken; hands off. They should be branded on a married man. She didn’t give him a chance to save himself. The room started to spin. The fire between her legs began to smolder and die. Tears burned her eyes, rage coursed through her body. He had left her hanging, unable to achieve satisfaction.
She removed herself from her would be lover and retrieved the syringe she had prepared just in case it turned out Mr. Right wasn’t so right after all. This time she had filled the syringe with drain cleaner. She wondered if it would be as painful as the battery acid she used last time. Why must men cheat on their wives? Why couldn’t they be happy with what they have? He would soon learn the mistake of his ways. Vengeance would be hers.
She wondered how long it would take for him to die. No amount of suffering could ease the pain he caused her with his deceit. She watched with a satisfied smile as the last bit of air escaped from his lungs. His eyes were still open, wide in shock, but not yet glassy from death. She bent down and examined him carefully. She took her time, feeling no urge to rush. She removed her fur lined handcuffs and black silk scarf from his mouth. Next she made sure to wipe his body. She was learning with each kill. She kept bleach wipes in her purse now. The black silk gloves ensured that no fingerprints were left behind.
She looked down at the dead body in disgust. She couldn’t help but wonder if his wife would mourn his death or would she just be glad the cheating bastard was dead. One day she would find her soul mate. She hoped it would be soon.