Feminist Revenge

by Corby, Linda

  Zaneen leaned over to undo Andrews’ belt , suggesting that they should find out if the boot he had received in his privates had affected his performance or not? Andrew was never surprised at the places Zaneen chose to make love; he could never be sure where or when she would fancy it next. Zaneen wasn’t sure of her feelings for Andrew, because she could never get Paul out of her head whenever she had sex.

  She thought Andrew had a really good body, and he was very good at oral foreplay, but he didn’t have her sexual stamina, whereas Paul did. Still, she found Andrew preferable to a lot of the younger men she had had, she found a more mature man lasted longer, and in her experience normally liked to please a woman more. She ran a long elegant fingernail across his member through his underpants watching it expand and lengthen towards his waistband.

  She slid her hand down past his belly button and helped him to release his member, then running her fingers through his hair, nibbling his earlobe as he helped her out of her trouser suit. Andrew slowly ran his right hand over her silk top, undoing the shoulder clasps with his left hand, she was not wearing a bra and he could feel and see her hard nipples standing out through the thin material.

  His member was throbbing in anticipation as he pressed himself against her, and she started rubbing her foot up and down his legs, then tickling his balls with her toes. Her tongue slowly slid along his cheekbone and then slipped between his lips suggestively. He responded instinctively pushing his tongue in and out of her mouth. He could feel her body tremble and pulsate in anticipation of what was to come. She ran her hand along his member, gripping it quite firmly, backwards and forwards gradually accelerating, her mouth leaving his mouth to go down on his member, spreading her legs as she turned to go down on him, to make sure he could see her wet pussy exposed to him through her see-through crutch less knickers.

  Andrew pulled the string on the front of her top as she turned and it fell to one side, he ran his hands along the insides of her legs removing her stockings, running his tongue up the inside of her legs. He rested his right hand upon the mound of her pussy while he gently teased licking the inside of her hip bone, removing her suspender belt so as he could use the palm of his hand more vigorously on the mound of her pussy, encouraging her to raise it up and down. He spread her legs apart and ripped off the crutch less knickers to enable him to lick the lips of her pussy. She responded by opening up wide for him to take her delicate bud between his teeth pulsating his tongue in and out of her bud, feeling it swell and throb until it secreted, spurting all over his face with her legs clasping around his ears and head involuntarily. He released his head from between her legs, and turned himself around to replace his tongue with his now fully erect throbbing member, plunging into her revelling in the pleasure of her burning inferno of gripping muscles drawing on his member. He was out of control as Zaneen dug her nails into his lower back, spreading herself apart helping him to go deeper into her, she could feel her power over him, and knew he had lost control when his breathing became laboured and he pumped vigorously into her. She raised her rump as high as she could putting her hands down and using them to pull her legs as wide apart as possible to enjoy their joint coming.

  Andrew always felt shattered after making love to Zaneen, she always expected him to use parts of his body that no other woman ever had, and he ached for her when she was away staying on the island of Satra for tax reasons.

  Andrew was trying to get one of his socks back from Tarbra when the mobile telephone rang in Zaneens car. She turned the radio down to answer it. Andrew did not hear her conversation with Ricky, because he was chasing Tarbra round the airfield trying to get his sock back. Zaneen threw her mobile telephone into the front dash of the car, finished chucking her clothes on, and jumped into the car yelling to Andrew across the airfield as she did so, “ Come on, hurry up, something bad has happened at the Viclon Ricky is having a panic attack, we’ve got to get back there fast! Tarbra, come on now.” They rushed back and got into the car, Tarbra sitting on the back seat still with Andrew’s sock in her mouth. Zaneen retrieved the sock and gave it to Andrew as she wheel span off. “Didn’t Ricky give you any idea what was wrong? “ “No, but he did ask if you were with me, then hung up, which isn’t like him at all, normally he is so calm and detailed about everything, which is why I am worried.” Andrew tried to put his socks back on but Zaneen was throwing the car around the country lanes at high speed, and he consequently gave up trying to get them on. He looked at Zaneens face as she drove, and he could see she was apprehensive about what she was going to find when she got to the Viclon.

  3 SMOKESCREEN ISLAND.

  As the Viclon came into sight Zaneen could see why Ricky had sounded so confused on the phone, there was black smoke rising from the car park area. The police were there with the fire brigade, the ambulance and a breakdown truck; another ambulance could be heard in the distance.

  When they got nearer the police stopped them and said they couldn’t go through because a car had exploded in the car park and caused a chain reaction as some of the cars had been parked on the road and they would have to use an alternative route. Zaneen told him there was a good chance that one of the cars involved could belong to her passenger Andrew Fletcher, they were asked to wait while he found out for them.

  Andrew was informed some time later that it was his car that had exploded it had obviously been blown deliberately t had gone up when Neville Long had turned the ignition key although there had been several people injured, Neville had been the only one to die. The police asked Andrew a lot of questions that he told them he couldn’t answer, when they asked him if he had any idea who might want to kill him, he informed them that several people disliked him but he didn’t think any of them would have gone to that sort of extreme. Andrew knew damn well who it was, but as far as he was concerned. Burns and Preston were to be dealt with personally, Neville Long had been with him many years, he owed him much and he knew Anthony Williams was going to need their help. Being held up by police headquarters wasn’t going to help anyone.

  The odds on Anthony William survival seemed to slim to say the least, Zaneen put her foot down on the accelerator of her car with aggressive perceptivity that she knew would gain her valuable time in getting to Rudmin. Even with her full race engine as to whether or not she could get Anthony out of harm’s way or foregone conclusion that burns would be on his way to Rudmin, now he thought Andrew was out of the way.

  Zaneen pulled up outside Anthony Williams terrace house just before nine o’clock on the Wednesday evening, when there was no reply at the door and the place appeared to be empty, she decided to go back to Rudmin Arms, she had noted two Ford pickup trucks parked there on her way into town, and considered it was worthwhile taking a look just to be sure.

  Zaneen spotted burns in the workman’s bar having a pint with what was obviously two heavy’s who had done Andrew over. She went straight though to the lounge bar and spotted Stephanie immediately from the photograph Andrew had managed to get hold of. She went to the bar got herself a drink, dropping the barmaid a five pound note to quietly tell Stephanie to meet her in the ladies, stressing that it was important that this should go unnoticed by the surrounding customers. Zaneen had her drink and then went to wait for Stephanie. As Stephanie came through the door Zaneen introduced herself before she had a chance to explain what was going on Stephanie started mouthing off at her.

  “I don’t know who you think you are, coming to pester me like this, as far as I’m concerned you can bloody well go back and tell that miserable old bastard f a father that I told you to go fuck yourself, there’s no bloody way that I’ll go back to him regardless what he offers or does, now go and sling your hook elsewhere!”

  Stephanie then turned and headed back towards the door, Zaneen grabbed her by the arm and yanked her backwards, tripping her up and causing her to land on her posterior in a rather undignified from entering, as no one else was in there with them she didn’t bother to choose her words too carefully;
“Stephanie, you’re a stupid little cow, I’m not here on your bloody father behalf, mouthing to the connect before your brain you would have found that nothing was further from having your boyfriend’s brains blown out by the hit man that’s waiting for you to leave and go to less crowded place so he can do just that”.

  Stephanie started openly at Zaneen as she spoke.

  “Sorry, I jumped, it’s just that my father’s been such a pain in the ass that I don’t feel I can put up with his insane possessiveness anymore, even as a child he managed to cause a rift between my mother and I by treating her in an obnoxious manner, whilst my mother being unbearable devoted to me, you have no idea the way it made us behave was unbelievable. I don’t know what to do for the best, I love Anthony, but I’d rather be without him than have anything happen to him, what do you suggest as the best course of action for me to take?”

  Zaneen informed Stephanie that she had a bungalow there with an adjoining flat that they could stay in while they sorted things out, if she wanted to get out of the way all she had to go was say so. Stephanie had no problem understanding or for that matters making up her mind what to do.

  Zaneen waited on the road with her engine running with her passenger door open, she didn’t have to wait long for Stephanie and Anthony to come dashing out of the pub door and into the car. Zaneen smiled to herself as she drove off leaving Preston’s heavy’s outside in the pub car park hopping mad as they found that she had let the air out of their tyres. She could see them in her wing mirrors and couldn’t resist bursting into laughter as Burns tried to follow them, his maroon Jag went into a spin when its tyres burst on the oil and nails she had spread on the road, he hadn’t looked all that happy when he’d ended up scraping along a granite wall with it either. Nice one, she thought as she drove towards the airport.

  After they had taken off from the airport Antony asked what was going on, Stephanie had only told him to go along with what she said and she would enlighten him as to what the situation was. Zaneen left it to Stephanie to fill him in on the details, as she was flying the plane herself and didn’t feel like chatting at that moment in time.

  The flight to the Island of Satra took approximately an hour in Zaneens privet jet, he always felt she had in fact spent more of her life on Satra than anywhere else, she loved the easy going Satra born people, feeling relaxed with their generally nice natured personalities, unaffected by the outside world. The placid closeness of the intertwine community was a pleasure to be part of as far as Zaneen was concerned, anyone who didn’t make a good number of friends after living there for a few years must have something wrong with them in her opinion.

  Zaneen knew that once you’d lived on Satra, the magnetism of the Island would always take you back there as nowhere on this earth could compare itself in ways too numerous to mention.

  Ray Colt greeted them at the airport in his usual jovial manner; he was always a loveable character under almost any circumstances.

  “Nice to see you, Zaneen, I hope you had a good flight. Rosie’s done a spring clean round Brialdigc got you. The horses are all fine, Buggsie’s been eating her head off as usual, but then you know what a pig that over grown pet of a horse is anyway. Still, how are things over the other side? Did Ricky say when he’d be coming over for a stay, it would be nice to see him, and it must be nearly three months since he was over last…?

  Zaneen replied as they walked to the car park with Ray’s arm round her shoulders.

  “Ricky sent his love, I’m not sure when he’ll be over again but I shouldn’t have thought it would be that long. I’m pleased to hear everything is going well over here, they’re a bit topsy turvey on the other side but I’m hoping to be over before Christmas. Please thank Rosie for coming in at such short notice; she’s a Godsend in that way. Anyway, as you know I have to get back tonight and finish off some loose ends. Yes, and I’m being absentminded again, this is Stephanie Preston and Antony William, I’d be graceful if you’d look after them for me until, I get back as they don’t know their way around Satra and it would be a shame for them not to enjoy the Island while they’re here.”

  “Of course I’ll show them round, it’ll be nice to have some young company. Before I forget to tell you, Paul is staying in the Island permanently now, he’s sorted out his various commitments, he’ll be glad that out favourite girl will be back with us over the Christmas period”.

  As they arrived at Zaneen’s bungalow, Stephanie noticed the unusually intricate design of cat’s eyes interwoven to spell out Brialdigc; she commented that she had never seen a name plate like it before. Ray spoke before Zaneen had a chance to stop him.

  “Yes, it is different, I’ve always liked it, Paul Bray and Zaneen made it together, you see they had been living together for several years and had built this bungalow between them, to be honest I tease Zaneen on this every time the subject comes up, she and Paul split up for silly reasons, even after they split Paul finished off the name plate and put it up for Zaneen to come home to, the stupid thing is they fall out when they see each other purely because they’re too much in love and both far too pig headed to admit it when one is in the wrong, even over silly things.”

  Zaneen put a stop to the conversation at this point calmly asking Ray if he could find a different subject as she was going to get touchy if the present one continued for much longer. Ray agreed and went on to talk general chit chat.

  Zaneen could still feel the pins and needles sensation going though her system that she got every time she heard the mention of Paul’s name, let alone have to listen to anyone talking about their past relationship. Even after she had settled Stephanie and Antony into the flat and Ray was taking her to meet on Melve Beach with Philip Long and his helicopter.

  Ray smiled as Zaneen kissed him on the check but she knew by the look in his eyes when he spoke that he was worried and wished he was not going. “Good luck, take care and remember to be back before dawn!” With that she and Philip Long left for Zaneen’s mansion where they knew Simon Peters would have the landing lights turned on and a luminous cross put out ready for them to land, they saw the lights go on as they approached the mansion. Philip thought how useful Zaneen’s front lawn had been to them; they had used it on many occasions though you would never have suspected it by the well kept condition it always appeared to be in.

  Andrew knew Zaneen would be back with Philip Long at midnight and he made a point of being at the mansion to meet them, he started babbling as soon as the blades stopped rotating on the helicopter and he knew he could be understood.

  “Burns is waiting in the lane leading to my house, he’s found out I’m still alive. I wasn’t going to hang about round here as I didn’t fancy ending up non-existent, you know what I’m like, I’ll face anything in equal numbers but I don’t see any point in biting off more than I can chew, if you get what I mean”.

  Zaneen knew exactly what he meant, Andrew was all mouth with a load of heavy’s to back him up but ask him to go it alone and he’d shrivel up and go a rather nasty shade of yellow. She replied in a fashion that she knew would agitate him, she liked annoying anyone who showed he least sign of cowardice in her presence.

  “All right, Andrew, I’ll go and sort Burns out, you go into the music room, there should be a nice open fire going in the grate, I’m sure Simon will get a nice cup of hot chocolate made for you, then if you feel like it, you can have a nice nap by the fire on my gold leaf antique chaise longue, of course, there is some nice chaud-froid in the larder if you should feel like a little snack while you’re resting”. Zaneen then turned and asked Simon if he had managed to organise the shipment of her car to Satra alright. He replied that he had, even though he hadn’t been asked to do so, Simon realised that she was winding Andrew up as it was well known by them all that Andrew was waiting for Zaneen to agree to marry him, the mention of her car going to Sara meant he had no chance not that any of them thought it would last in the first place, Zaneen was worth a dozen Andrew Fletcher’s or he wou
ldn’t let her do the assignments he wasn’t capable of.

  “Damn you, Zaneen, what makes you think you’ve got the right to speak to me in such an arrogant way. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have all this now, you might have the knowhow when it comes to dealing directly with undesirable characters, but without my contacts you wouldn’t have made a bloody penny. You needn’t think I’m going to marry you if you cannot behave in a more polite manner towards me and stop being so convoluted in your attitude”.

  They all saw Zaneen’s sage eye flash with indignation at Andrew’s remarks and listened with interest to her reply, all that is except Andrew”.

  “Since we’ve been together, Andrew, we’ve been everything but binate in anyway what so ever, out relationship has been more of a spectra that has now completely disappeared from view. If anything I’m the one who’s lined out pockets, it is I who has had all the dirty work whilst you have been sitting on your lazy posterior gathering in the profits, what man in his right mind would allow the woman he claims to love risk her life to line his pocket, I’ll enlighten you if the word has slipped your mind, try pimp with death instead of sex as the goods for sale, how does that grab your, feeble brain?”.

  Andrew’s anger at Zaneen’s remarks showed in his now flushed face as he shouted at her losing control of his temper by the minute.

  “How can you find the nerve to come out with such garbage, without even stopping to think that you might be in the wrong yourself, I just cannot comprehend? I suggest that you make an immediate apology for what you’ve just called me, and then I might find it in me to let this little disagreement to be put to one side.