by Anthology
“Where did you go darling,” Erik whispers in my ear bringing me back to reality. I am standing in front of the window and he comes up wrapping his arms around me. He buries his face in the nape of my neck. His lips find my skin and make it crawl. I fight the urge to bolt. This is what I came here for. I am not a stranger to this darkness. No one would love me if they knew the truth. Even X was falling for the fantasy but that is only an illusion created to accomplish an unthinkable task.
I reach back and run my fingers through his hair. He moans into my skin and I close my eyes and pretend it is X. I am rolling with the music and grind against him. I can do this, I feel like a rock star. I know it’s just the drugs but I am rolling with the music. The bulge in his suit pants presses against my hips. Something makes me open my eyes. X!
I see him stagger out of the woods and fall on the grass. Oh God! I long to go to him. Fuck! I look at the clock there is only ten minutes to midnight. Ten fucking minutes. My heart is thrashing in my chest. I watch him try to get up and fall once again. When he makes it back to the hotel it’s all over. I have to get the fuck out of here.
“What are you looking at, my love?” Erik asks and starts to follow my gaze.
“Nothing, darling.” I almost shriek and pull the drapes closed. “I just had an idea. I pull an antique silver chair over, face it away from the window. “Please sit,” I ask him
He gets a cockeyed smiled on his face. It reminds me of the look on X’s face when I tied him up by the fountain. I undo his necktie and tie his wrists to the arms of the heavy wood chair.
He looks like a satisfied cat now ready to devour the mouse. Little does he know this mouse has teeth. “Dance for me,” he commands. I back away and comply. He has had women do this before. I can see from his calm experienced demeanor this is nothing new for him. I move to the music and let it take me away. As I rock and move running my hands over my body all I can think of is X. While part of me desperately wants him to be okay I need to finish this before he makes it back inside. That fucking clock is ticking too fucking fast. Just do it already, I command myself. But I am frozen. I just can’t
“Take it off,” he commands. His voice is darker, more carnal.
“What?” My heart is pounding so hard in my ears, I know that my heart rate and blood pressure are reaching near critical levels. Will I even live to finish this?
“The dress,” he repeats. “ Take it off.”
“Yes, sir.” Is all I can manage to answer. I move to the Cuban rhythm that fills the room, slow and seductive. Then I stop suddenly remembering that I have no panties.
“What’s wrong?” he asks frustrated. Why did you stop?
“I … I …” Shit! What do I say? “I … don’t have any panties on,” I stammer as heat flushes my cheeks. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. But now …” I look down at the floor. Embarrassment fills me and covers me with shame. What the hell am I doing standing in front of a man, as handsome as he is almost three times my age with no fucking panties. Why did I have to meet X. Fate, you cruel fucking bitch. This dark and shady life was all I needed before you. Why did you have to show me more. Why did you do this to me?
“Show me,” he growls now like a lion ready and alive with need. He grips the arms of the chair. His eyes shine with anticipation and he reminds me so much of X.
Slowly I unzip the last of the dress and let it fall to the floor. This is me. I stand in only the corset and my heels. My chest barely contained in the corset heaves before him with each breath.
“Turn around.” His command is not a request. I move slowly in a circle, on full display. “Very nice. Now on your knees. Crawl to me slowly. Take your time.”
I obey and lower myself to the ground. Moving like a lioness across the Savannah I crawl on my hands and knees toward him ass and heels in the air. I move ever so slowly though I am aware that time is running out and God only knows where X is right now. When I reach him I open my mouth and lick the edge of my upper teeth.
“Open my pants,” he directs.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper on my knees between his legs and I reach forward and begin to undo his clasp and zipper. This is it. I’ve crept into your bed and your heart. There is no escaping me now. I force myself not to rush but the zipper gets caught on the silk fabric. “I’m sorry, sir.” Fuck, why now? Fate, I think you fucking hate me. I glance at the clock, five minutes. I have to make this work. I grip the zipper with my teeth care full not to leave any trace of lipstick on his clothes. Then use my hands to loosen the fabric and pull it free. With the zipper out of the way my tiny hands find his thick uncircumcised cock.
He laughs heartily. “Well that’s one way to do it. Lorelie, you never cease to amaze me.” He looks at me as if I am a good pet. “I’m going to keep you. Now sit on my big cock and kiss me,” he directs. My hands tremble as I help myself up off the floor. Jesus, why don’t I have my panties. I know this is part of my job but I desperately need to pretend I am somewhere else.
I know what to say. I know what to do. This is all part of the rehearsed dance with the devil. But somehow the game has changed. Could I have really given up everything for a chance with X? The idea of trashing years of training for a total stranger although a pretty one is ludicrous. It had to be the effect of the drugs.
Erik has no idea I am thinking of X instead of him. He looks at me through hooded lids veiled in lust. Slowly I slip one leg through the opening on the right side of the chair and place my hands onto his shoulders as I put my left leg through the opening on the other side. I am standing straddling him now. Can I really bring myself to do this? The heat radiates off his body and burns the backs of my thighs. I reach behind him and rip open the curtains. X is nowhere to be seen! Fuck! I am out of time. Frantically I search what I can see of the grounds. What if he has already made it back to the hotel? I search again but find nothing.
The clouds shift and I see the reflection of my body in the glass like a voyeur to my own movie. The masked woman before me has the devil in her eyes. Is this who I have become? Her chest moves up and down with a mix of excitement and dread in a corset that barely contains her breasts. Chocolate locks spill untamed from her once updo around the mask that hides everything she really feels.
“You are a picture of perfection,” he whispers and I move just for him teasing his waiting cock with my ass in an erotic lap dance. This is going to be his last so I make it good. The plan is to strike at exactly midnight so that any noise will be covered by the midnight fireworks. What if X is on his way up here right now? If he is in the hotel I am screwed. What if he has already called the police?
I should just bolt and get the fuck out of here. The window of escape narrows with every minute that passes. But I know I can’t go home a failure. How will they look at me if I don’t follow this through? I run my fingers through his salt and pepper hair. I think it was blond once. I twist my body up and down to the music, my breasts grazing his waiting mouth and pull away to swipe my bare ass over his eager pole.
“You are killing me,” he breathes through gritted teeth as he catches the hem of my corset.
“You have no idea,” I reply and continue my dance with death. I know that time is running out. The drugs are taking on a life of their own. Each note of the music explodes like bubbles of color that float around the room in the silvery light. I could move forever in this trance but I know any moment the music will end. I can almost imagine X bursting through the door. I catch a glance at the clock, two minutes. One hundred twenty seconds and it will all be over.
“I need to be in you,” he confesses and struggles against the silk tie. “Release me.”
“Just a little while longer, my love,” I soothe knowing it’s now or never. I close my eyes pretend it is X that I am lowering my body down onto. He groans as the head of his cock presses against my wet sensitive opening. If I keep my eyes closed he feels just like I imagine X would forcing his way into me. I brace my hands on his shoulders as I begin to move back
and forth grinding my hips into his. I am stretched beyond belief by his thick cock. In my mind’s eye it is X between my legs in this magnificent suite ruining me for any other man. I work harder. I need to feel the release. The fervor of emotion is too much for me to bear.
“Fuck, Lorelei! You are a hellcat. Let me free! I need to hold you,” he yells and arcs his hips into me.
I ride him like there is no tomorrow. I hate him. I hate everything about this moment but I will not stop until one of us falls over dead.
The clock begins to chime and in the great window before me the first firework shoots like a rocket spiraling into the sky. The second it explodes I bend forward and my lips find his. I wrap my hands around his head and pull him into the kiss. Mouths open we are fully engaged in in unbridled passion. I continue to rock back and forth picking up tempo with the heat of the moment as fireworks explode all around us. Our tongues explore and debase one another and I am getting close when suddenly he stops and his eyes fly wide open.
Sweat covers his forehead and he grips the arms of the chair and then begins to scream. “What have you done to me, you venomous bitch.” I scramble and fall back off his lap onto the floor. I can barely breathe. I shake all over as I watch him vomit on the floor. He is furious and fights against the restraints for all he is worth.
Oh sweet God. What have I done? Tears form in my eyes. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” I mumble over and over. I have never taken a life before. All of the years of training never prepared me for this. Somehow I thought it would be quick and painless. This is horrific.
The veins in his head and neck bulge and I can see his heart pulsing in them. He looks like he will explode. His eyes are strained and he has them fixed on me.
“I am going to fucking kill you.” He foams as he screams. Before I realized what is happening he breaks the arm of the chair and rips the tie from his hands. I turn to run and he starts after me, but he trips over his pants that are around his ankles and falls onto the floor like a great oak in the forest.
“Fuck!” I scream as he catches my ankle and I hit the floor half of my body in the next room. I desperately reach for anything to help me get away but he is pulling me toward him. I hold onto the doorframe and kick wildly. But he is so much bigger and stronger than me. The drugs are taking longer to affect him. I have built up years of tolerance but I am less than half his weight and he is a lifelong fighter.
He almost crushes my ankle with his bare fist and pulls himself on top of me. He looks like a rabid bull as his hand closes in around my throat. His entire face is blood red and the sweat is dripping off in buckets. Blood drips from his nose but he only squeezes harder.
“I’m taking you straight to hell with me,” he growls with the hate and fury of a man who has nothing left to lose. I fight and claw wildly but he is too strong. I kick, knocking over the end table and the crystal lamp crashes to the floor.
Pain and panic take over and adrenaline rushes through my body like a wildfire. I grasp around blindly for something to hit him with. I have to break free. The drugs in my system act against me and my vision blurs.
There is no air. My lungs burn and my head feels like it’s going to explode. My brain is a balloon that someone is squeezing in the middle while air is continually pumped in with no way of escape. The immense pressure on my carotid arteries throws my heart out of rhythm and it beats erratically causing me to gasp but I can get nothing in. I fight against him, trying with everything in me to loosen his fingers and pry them from my throat. I do not want to die in this room. His eyes glaze over but he never takes them off me. Even as the world begins to darken I can still see him.
At once his body stiffens and then stills. His bright red face goes pale and his eyes go dark as his heart finally arrests from the drugs. His hands are still clamped tightly around my throat when he collapses on top of me. I scramble like a wild animal to remove them and then crawl backward to get away. I am sobbing and gasping for air. My entire body shakes uncontrollably as I stare at the lifeless body of this once great man. I can’t believe what I have just done. Oh my God. Oh God. He is dead. He is really fucking dead. I fight the urge to vomit. I can’t. I have to go. I have to get the hell out of here. Shit what will I say if someone comes in?
I fight to get a hold of myself. Breathe, Gabby. For God sake breathe. I rock back and forth trying to get control. Blood spills from his nose onto the carpet. I look down and realize it is on my chest and hands. Fuck me. I have to get out of here. I try to stand but my heart is still beating out of control and the drugs are plaguing my system. I know I am minutes from suffering the same fate as my giant foe.
Unable to stand I crawl with my hands balled in fists so that I don’t leave bloody fingerprints across the living space to the dining room. I reach the table and grab the small clutch. I pull it open and two vials fall onto the floor. My vision blurs. I struggle to read which is the pheromones and which is the antidote. My time is up. One will save me, one will finish the job. With a trembling hand I open a vial. Either way this is about to be over. Te amo mi querida niña. Brilla mi amor, como las estrellas. “Shine my love like the stars,” I whisper to the empty room and down the contents. My head swirls wildly and the room goes dark.
I don’t know how much time has passed but I feel as though I have been beaten when I first open my eyes. Perhaps it was all a really bad dream. At first I can see nothing then I realize the mask is over my eyes. I put it back into place and squint through blurry vision, as it sharpens I see the trashed hotel suite and I know this fucking nightmare is as real as it gets and it’s not over yet. I have to get the hell out of here. I pick up my clutch making sure to get everything back inside. I am still incredibly woozy but I force myself to stand and stagger toward the bedroom. I am still naked except my ripped corset. I stumble over the large corpse that blocks the bedroom door being careful not to touch him and collect one shoe at a time.
I glance at the clock, twelve ten. My car should be outside right now. I quickly grab my dress and put it on. I stagger into the bathroom and take a look in the mirror. Oh holy hell. My hair is sticking up in every possible direction. I look more like a homeless woman than the belle of a ball. My mascara is smudged down my cheeks and blood is spattered across my face and neck. A large ring of bruises are already visible around my neck like a great purple collar.
I start to use a cloth to wash off but realize anything I do will leave more evidence. I run my hands under the cool water and use them to wash the blood and makeup from my face and replace my mask. I straighten my hair the best I can and pin it back as much as possible. I just have to walk from the elevator through the lobby to the waiting car. I can do this.
What the hell am I going to say to the elevator attendant? Shit we have to ride all the way down together. I sit and carefully put my shoes back on. I can’t stop staring at his lifeless form and I know that I will never get it out of my mind. I have to take the stairs. I can’t bear to look the attendant in the face. I put my head in my hands and force myself not to cry. Making sure that I have gathered everything that I came in with I stand facing the door. I take one long look back at Mr. Hook and then step into the hall.
I look up and down the exquisite entry but there is no one around. Quietly I make my way around the corner to the stairwell. My heels echo with each contact on the concrete steps. My palms are sweating and my entire body trembles as I struggle to make it down all six flights of stairs. I fear at any moment hordes of policemen will bombard the tomblike space. When I reach the ground floor I peer through the narrow window to the lobby.
Unfortunately my little escapade was much longer than planned and instead of a deserted lobby while everyone was out watching the fireworks, I now have to walk through grand fucking central. Perhaps I can blend with the crowd.
I open the door and the sheer volume of noise takes me by surprise. Music is still thumping and most people seem to have had a few too many. This is good. I just have to walk to the doors on the ot
her side. One hundred feet to freedom. I square my shoulders and will my body not to tremble. I can do this. I will do this.
I start toward the grand entrance making eye contact with no one. The crowd revels around me but they are oblivious to my presence. Seventy-five feet. I continue walking and almost stumble over a drunken woman in a yellow dress who staggers and falls into me. I help stand her up right and continue on. Everyone seems to be business as usual. The party goes on despite the fact that the benefactor lies dead on the penthouse floor with his pants around his ankles. I can’t get the image of him out of my head. Fifty feet. I’m going to make it.
“Ma’am …” someone calls out but I keep walking. “Ma’am,” the voice calls again more urgently.
Panic hits me and I have to fight myself not to sprint the last fifty feet to the door. The man catches up and steps in front of me. It is the concierge of the hotel. Fuck.
“Ma’am, you dropped your clutch back there.” He places the black sparkling bag in my hand. “Ma’am, are you okay? You don’t look like you are feeling so well. Maybe you should …” before he can finish something behind me catches his eye.
A puzzled look comes across his face. “Mr. Hook! he exclaims. What the hell happened to you?”
Ice water instantly flows through my veins and all the air is sucked out of the room. My terrified heart takes off like the starting line of the Indy 500. I close my eyes afraid to look behind me. But I can’t stop the reaction to turn and look. I can’t believe my eyes as the concierge pushes past me to help X.
