Contract Lover

A small man sat alone in a dingy, dirty corner apartment. He started often, staring around him, and drank steadily from a bottle of Jack Daniels. In one hand he held a wicked-looking knife. To say he was paranoid was an understatement. This man had molested four young girls, scarring them forever. He had, through a plea-bargain and a bribe, received only two years in prison, which were now complete. While the ugly little piece of shit reveled in his freedom, he lived in constant fear of reprisal from those close to his victims.

With that in mind, it was no surprise that he nearly wet himself when there came a knock at the door. Trembling, he took his knife in hand and got to his feet. He came to the door and opened it to the end of the lock’s chain.

“Who’s there?” he stuttered, blinking blearily at the visitor. It was a very large, well built man in a black leather jacket.

“Are you Daniel Richards?” asked the stranger.

“Yeah, who wants to know?”

For an answer, the stranger slammed his shoulder into the door with terrible force. The thin chain snapped and the door crashed open, sending Daniel flying backwards. The man in black strode through the door and then jerked Daniel to his feet with one hand. With the other, he casually broke the thumb of the knife hand. Daniel inhaled to scream, but never got the chance. His assailant’s hand flashed out, driving the web of skin between finger and thumb into Daniel’s throat. His larynx crushed, Daniel gagged and choked, unable to breathe. The huge, black gloved hand flashed forward again, this time driving the heel of the palm into the little man’s nose. The blow broke his nose and drove the sharp splinter of bone back into his brain, killing him instantly.

The big man dropped the limp body to the floor. Calmly he walked out the door and shut it; first making sure it was locked. The only sign of intrusion was the snapped door chain. No fingerprints or DNA had been left behind. It was a job well done. With a slight smile on his face, John turned and walked out of the building.


Chapter 2: Fantasies


Dawn Sherman lay on her bed, her eyes closed, and her face flushed. Her naked body was slick and sweaty with arousal. Her fingers worked slowly at her nipples, stroking and rubbing them. Softly she moaned one word.

“John. . .”

Maybe she was desperate. Maybe she was a slut. Whatever the reason, Dawn found herself hopelessly in lust with the man who had been coming in for the last five nights. Ever since their first encounter, he had come in like clockwork at three thirty. When she had thanked him for the large tip, he had merely given her that sexy smile and nodded. They hadn’t talked much, for she was quickly discovering that he was very quiet by nature, but that suited her just fine. That gave her plenty of time just to study him, his handsome, strong face, his chiseled, incredible body, and those big, strong hands. He’d touched her twice more with those since the first night, once to get her attention for a coffee refill, once to help her clean up a spill. She also thought he’d caught her staring once or twice, but if he had he never said a thing about it.

Dawn was deep into her fantasy now. In it, John held her in his huge arms, and she felt his incredibly powerful body against hers, his skin warm and rough and deliciously male against hers. She imagined the feel of his lips moving up and down the hollows of her neck, felt his fingernails gently graze along her spine. Dawn gasped as he ran his tongue along her collarbone. She shivered with anticipation when John set her on the bed and bent over her, taking her breasts in his hands. He lightly kissed the skin between her large, firm tits and then slowly moved his tongue along the underside of them, making her gasp. John laid a trail of light, feathery kisses around her breasts, slowly working his way toward her nipples, driving her crazy. She took his head in her hands and pushed him toward her rock hard nipples, moaning. He flicked one of them with his tongue, making her gasp and arch her back, and then gently closed his lips over it and began to suck it. His fingers played with her other nipple, stroking and rubbing it, gently grazing it with his fingernails, moving his palm over it in slow circles. John swirled his tongue around her other nipple, then kissed it and switched sides.

He blew gently on he swollen nub, and she arched her back to be closer to him, to get his mouth onto her. John sucked and played with her, flicked her with his tongue, and then brought her breasts together and sucked both nipples at once. She moaned sharply and then pushed his head down toward her pussy, dying to feel his wonderfully agile tongue on her clit. He slowly moved down her stomach, laying a trail of light kisses over her abs, then tracing the outline of them with his lips. By now she was incredibly aroused, wet and soft. Finally he reached her womanhood, and slowly licked it from top to bottom. Dawn gasped, pushing her hips into his face, as he began to gently swirl his tongue around her swollen clit. His hands stroked her thighs, grazing his nails along them. He blew on her clit, making her moan in longing, and then sucked it very, very gently. Then he pulled back and gently slid two fingers inside her. She cried out and grabbed huge handfuls of the sheets as he stroked his fingers over her spot, hitting it perfectly every time. John renewed his attack on her clit, swirling it and flicking it with his tongue faster and faster, moving his fingers over her expertly. Then he slipped a third finger into her and she came, small yips of pleasure escaping her, her hot juices coating his tongue and fingers. He grinned up at her as she lay on the bed in a stupor, ecstasy filling her.

Suddenly, Dawn was jarred from her fantasy by the phone ringing. Swearing viciously, she grabbed it off the hook.

“Hello?” she snarled. When a prearranged telemarketer line came on, she yelled, “FUCK!” and slammed the phone down hard enough to knock it off the stand.

Still fuming, she lay back on the bed and tried to revive the fantasy. After a while she gave it up and headed for the shower. It was time to go to work. Dawn smiled and shivered. Maybe he’d be there again.

END CHAPTER TWO.

So, what you think? Better this time? Sorry it took so incredibly long, I was waiting for reviews. Maybe next time the sex will actually be REAL, lol. Well, as always, reviews and advice welcome, nay, NEEDED! Tell me what you think!