Playtime
Business was slow last night, not really surprising for a Wednesday night right at the start of the school year. It’s early enough that they haven’t given up on their classes and started to go out and party again. I don’t really mind a temporary slow down in business that much, it gives me a little time to wander around in the club and set some fires. Last night I didn’t even have to go looking for trouble, it came to me.
Since things were slow I delegated most of the business to some of my underlings associates and went to wander the club a little. I was standing in the upstairs looking down over the dance floor and this guy, came up behind me and put his hands on my hips. On any normal night this would have been remedied by the pair of meatheads that take care of that sort of thing for me. Tonight I was feeling… Mischievous so I assumed a vapid high as a kite expression and shivered a little and pressed against him. I said in my best, I’ve taken more XTC than God voice, “That’s nice! Hey, would you kiss me?”
I swear sometimes its just too easy… A little passion goes a long way. A little more groping and teasing and he was about to start frothing at the mouth. Let the games begin!
Unabashed predatory vixen one moment, frosty ice queen the next, back and forth till his poor little head was just going to explode from it all. As we got closer to closing time I turned up the heat slowly, little by little so he had no idea just exactly how hot things were getting.
I brought him back to my place and started in on him again, tease, pet, tease, reject. I wanted to see just how long it would take him to snap and frenzy on me, or whatever that weak imitation of his could be called… It didn’t take too long really, he was kissing me and sliding his hand up my thigh and under my skirt, I let him slip his hand inside my panties and then shoved him away roughly and told him to fuck off. That was it for him, with the teasing, the drugs and my tampering something inside his sad little mind just… Snapped. He slapped me hard across the mouth, I tasted blood. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me onto my bed all the while cursing me as a stupid bitch and that I was going to get what I deserved. Its possible I suppose, anything is possible. I put up a little bit of a fight, oh no, don’t hurt me, whimper, cry, blah blah blah. He ripped most of my clothes off and I made some small effort to roll off the bed, he hit me again, not as hard as he thought he did put I played possum anyway. He unbuckled his belt and took down his pants and grabbing me by the hair said “suck it bitch!” Was he stupid? I looked up at him and grinned, something in my eyes must have warned him, he looked a little frightened all of the sudden but it was really too late.
*grin* I’m sure you don’t want the gory details. I decided not to kill him, at least not right away. I chained him to the bed in one of the spare rooms, enough chain to move a bit, not enough to really get anywhere. Left instructions for him to be taken care of and went and crashed. Checked in on him this evening before getting ready to go out again, he fainted when he saw me. Poor guy.
I brought him back to my place and started in on him again, tease, pet, tease, reject. I wanted to see just how long it would take him to snap and frenzy on me, or whatever that weak imitation of his could be called… It didn’t take too long really, he was kissing me and sliding his hand up my thigh and under my skirt, I let him slip his hand inside my panties and then shoved him away roughly and told him to fuck off. That was it for him, with the teasing, the drugs and my tampering something inside his sad little mind just… Snapped. He slapped me hard across the mouth, I tasted blood. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me onto my bed all the while cursing me as a stupid bitch and that I was going to get what I deserved. Its possible I suppose, anything is possible. I put up a little bit of a fight, oh no, don’t hurt me, whimper, cry, blah blah blah. He ripped most of my clothes off and I made some small effort to roll off the bed, he hit me again, not as hard as he thought he did put I played possum anyway. He unbuckled his belt and took down his pants and grabbing me by the hair said “suck it bitch!” Was he stupid? I looked up at him and grinned, something in my eyes must have warned him, he looked a little frightened all of the sudden but it was really too late.
*grin* I’m sure you don’t want the gory details. I decided not to kill him, at least not right away. I chained him to the bed in one of the spare rooms, enough chain to move a bit, not enough to really get anywhere. Left instructions for him to be taken care of and went and crashed. Checked in on him this evening before getting ready to go out again, he fainted when he saw me. Poor guy.