SEDUCTION GAMES

SEDUCTION GAMES

Natsuki_chan

Disclaimer: This is a translation of the incredible Original Slash story "Juegos de Seduccion", by natsuki_chan/Nut an Spanish writer, I'm so involved with this that I’ve decided to translate it, I hope you enjoy it.

All characters are not mine they belong to natsuky_chan, you can also find her works as Nut; this is only a translation.

[We’re searching for more beta-readers ^^, if you want to be one of them please contact me: 1989.claire@gmail.com.]

Full Credits:
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Original (Spanish) author: Natsuky_chan [natsuky_chan@hotmail.com]
Translator: Claire Andrews [1981.Claire@gmail.com]
Second Translator and Beta-reader: Green eyes. [tutyfrty@aol.com]
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Summary : Karel is a successful man. He comes by it naturally and as a result he has a good job, a lovely girlfriend and a promising future. But he didn’t expect someone like that man would come into his life…

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Chapter I: When the Publicist and the Model met…


The view from the thirty-second floor in the TI & KN building was impressive.

Or rather, the view from his office was impressive.

He watched the traffic traversing the main avenue and the people walking on the sidewalks below. Then he raised his eyes to the sky where the higher buildings cut sharp as knives against the skyline and he smiled, immensely satisfied with the view. It was a good day. And why not? Everyday since that day two years ago was good, or at least that’s what it seemed to him. Behind him, the luxurious office with glass walls was tangible proof of how good things were. Two years ago he shared a crowded hall office with eighteen other Creative Assistants and four secretaries, but after April 16th and the successful perfume campaign he led, things changed for the better.

His bosses had finished looking at him for the promotion and raise after the million-dollar investment he convinced his client to invest in the product advertisement. The huge sales generated that first week due to the media blitz on television, radio, in magazines and newspapers and the clever slickness of the ads had showered him with awards and recognition from those same bosses who had been considering him for the new job. After that, there was no question of who it belonged to.

The reward for excellence? A great office on top floor, his own secretary, the title of Executive Creator with a salary to match and a clientele valued at nearly a hundred thousand dollars a year.

As he took his jacket from the back of the chair, his glance stopped at the only object that didn’t belong among all the fancy new office supplies sitting neatly on his desk. It was a statue of a clown dressed in vivid colors. The clown looked at him from behind a wide grin. The sign held between it’s over-sized, gloved hands read, “Dreams do come true.” It wasn’t given in mockery, but all the same it was an aberration against good taste. He hadn’t had the heart to reject it for the atrocity that it was because Maddy gave it to him as a congratulations on his rise to success.

He looked at his watch, he was meeting Maddy in only five minutes at the Jamaica Coffee Shop in the commercial gallery down on the twelfth floor. He hurried out the door while pulling on his jacket. He was going to be late.

“Morgan, I’ll be back in thirty minutes,” he said while passing by the always open door of his executive assistant

The man didn’t bother to glance up from the photography book he was looking through.

He stopped and glanced at his friend. His exotic hairstyle, that dark hair braided in rows down to the nape of his neck, always reminded him of a proud Nubian Prince.

“Did you hear me?”

"Yah, Yah!" He saw the hand raised, waving yes. "Give Maddy a kiss for me."

Karel smiled, turning toward the staircase while adjusting his tie. Morgan's hire had been his only condition in accepting this job.

They had known each other since their university days. They had both qualified for scholarships offered by their present employer, West and West Inc. It was considered one of three companies in upper New York with the greatest chance of fast advancement. It had taken them just a year to recognize that their decision to become members of the firm has been a good one. Four years later, they worked for his promotion, approaching the Administrative Assistant for a personal reference for his application for the Executive Creator position.

After he was offered the position, he asked for Morgan for his executive assistant. He was surprised when the council agreed so readily.

Leaping down the steps two by two, he rushed down the metallic stairs joining the Creative assistant’s lower floor with the upper one, which was the territory of junior executives and higher executive positions.

When crossing the work floor space he noticed the glances of his old companions, now his subordinates.

He was aware that some of those glances were loaded with the poison of envy. The world of Publicity and Public Relations was very competitive and aggressive but he knew that he was generally well liked and this made him discount the professional troubles his co-workers could create for him if they wanted to.

He waved his hand and smiled quickly as he reached the elevator doors going down to the lobby.

"Hey, handsome!"

He turned around surprised.

Sitting behind a semicircular desk in the reception room, under the gleaming sign for West & West Inc. was a young woman who winked at him. He watched as she directed calls from one number to another on the switchboard, her long nails gleaming. As he stood watching, the young woman pulled off her headphones and fluffed her red hair as she bent forward to partially reveal her large, generous breasts.

"Karel, handsome, are you leaving without saying goodbye?"

He smiled seductively at her without being able to avoid a direct glance at the view of her pale breasts.

She smiled back seductively. She was amused as she watched him try to avoid a glance at the generous display she offered of her luscious, white breasts

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes, Elissa.”

He pushed the call button of the elevator to the lobby, smiling at her as he tried to fix his glance somewhere safe.

"You won't miss me," he assured her.

“Honey,” the girl made a childish gesture as she crossed her arms below her breasts. “I’ll suffer terribly for each one of those thirty minutes that you’ll be far away from me.”

The elevator doors opened, but Karel remained a few seconds contemplating Elissa’s provocative pose. He waved his hand and with some confusion, he stepped inside the elevator; before the doors closed the girl pursed her sensuous, full lips and sent him a hot, wet kiss.

Karel stretched the neck of his shirt with one finger while released a long sigh of relief. He pushed button twelve and with a quick whirr the elevator started on its downward trip.

Elissa was always able to disturb him, her continuous hints raised his temperature and made him imagine torrid sessions of fluid interchanges, sexual fluids that come with hot sex, but it never went any farther than that. Maddy had been his girlfriend for over four years and the affection he felt towards her went deep and it was linked to the respect their relationship generated. Too much respect for either of them to cheat on the other.

He would not endanger the relationship they enjoyed just for a quick fuck. As he stood, the elevator glided quietly towards the twelfth floor. Astrud Gilberto sang, “The girl from Ipanema” a fine musical thread with Stan Getz sax as the under tone.

Karel followed the rhythm in his head until, as the doors opened, the music was devoured by the cacophony of the commercial gallery. The loud noise of people coming and going welcomed him as he stepped out the elevator doors.

He crossed through the great lobby and went to the far walkway, crossing in front of some of the many storefronts filled with Italian and Parisian clothing that filled the gallery.

The variety of voices, laughter, and strange songs were the lobby’s soundtrack. The noise was muffled when he opened the doors of the Jamaica Coffee Shop and closed them behind him.

The shop was large with a huge picture window at the back. There was an extensive coffee bar and a collection of old coffee pots place carefully in shadow boxes built into the wall behind. The floor space was crowded with wooden tables and matching chairs.

There was a long rack for coats on one wall and planter boxes decorated with the printed replicas of exotic coffee labels, scattered from one corner of the room to the other. Reproductions of posters advertising no longer manufactured coffee brands and antiquities at least a century old were hanging arbitrarily on the walls. In the air was the scent of slightly over-brewed coffee, it permeated the atmosphere.

Karel slid clumsily between the crowded tables, peopled with those who drank coffee and tasted croissants while they talked with the sones of Habana Vieja as subtle musical undertone.

In a corner next to the large window, sitting at the custom table, Maddy waited for him. When she saw him, she stood with a big smile and started to shake her arms above her head as if she were drowning in the middle of the ocean. Calling attention to herself and him, it was awkward and embarrassing.

Karel suppressed an angry gesture for her to sit down.

Maddy's blue eyes gleamed as if the sky shone in them. It was the same way she looked when she lay in his arms, giving him a long soulful kiss. She clung to his neck and kissed him furiously.

“Please Mad.” Karel gave a quick glance toward the numerous customers while he tried to stop the tight hug that surrounded his neck.

“Hey!” the girl kissed him again. “What a serious man you can be sometimes,” she said in a childish voice.

Karel urged her to sit and when she was sitting again, he sat in the chair just in front of her. A waitress appropriately adorned in a white apron approached with the order book in her hand.

“Good morning!” She greeted them looking directly at Karel as she gave him a big smile, clearly ignoring Maddy. “The usual?” she asked.

He nodded yes, smiling gently.

Maddy gave a little frown as she watched the waitress walking seductively away.

"Little bitch," she hissed, her voice sounding even more childish. "She’s head over heels for you."

Karel made a gesture in protest but she interrupted him by extending her arms and grasping his hands over the table.

"But you are completely mine, aren't you honey?"

He didn't answer. Long ago he had given up. Maddy was extremely jealous. Trying to make her understand that most women didn’t lose their heads over him was a suicide mission.

While the girl began what without a doubt it would be a long monologue, he watched her with thoroughness and affection. Curiously enough, he had forgotten the first time he saw her, perhaps it was in this shop. Maddy worked on tenth floor as an assistant and she always came in to drink coffee here. Morgan had played cupid introducing them when Karel got interested in her. After that, things progressed and without realizing Maddy took the leadership in their relation. It didn’t bother him, his experience with women and his attempts at relationships with them was poor, he had had numerous girlfriends but he had not time to take care of their needs in the relationship. That's why he felt comfortable letting things flow along with Maddy at the helm. He looked at the girl's blue eyes, her pale skin, the cute little sprinkle of freckles that adorned the bridge of her nose, the long hair always fixed in a neat hairdo. He examined the lustrous black of her hair which was in strong contrast with the smooth paleness of her skin, and suddenly he had a strange feeling. Other than her childish beauty, what else did he like about her? What kind of person was this extroverted girl, so high strung and at the same time ingenuously childlike, who had made their relationship lasted four years without bumps nor misfortunes?

Suddenly he felt Maddy's nails digging cruelty into his arm.

Alarmed, he suppressed a yelp of pain and looked at her in surprise. Why had she done that? Perhaps she could read his thoughts? Maybe his face had reflected his just discovered doubts.

Then he saw that Maddy was excited not angry. She was wide eyed and her glance was riveted to a point behind his shoulders.

"… I'm sure, I am positive!" she said with an extremely agitated voice.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you listening to me?," she asked disappointed. "I tell you it's him!"

She pointed towards the door.

Karel turned around and realized a subtle change in the atmosphere of the place. Conversations and cup noises had ceased suddenly. Most of the glances were in the same direction that Maddy was insistently pointing to. Some customers were timid and discrete; others had a rudeness that showed a complete lack of composure. Karel followed the girl's finger to see an individual inclined on the bar. The person was speaking with one of the waitress, who blushed like a child and did not seem to be able to respond coherently.

"I bet it's him"

Karel felt Maddy's sharp nails dig into his flesh again.

"Careful, you're removing my skin!" he cried trying to separate her hand from his arm. He noticed she was gripping him as if her hand were a real claw.

"From the back I can’t recognize anybody." She muttered.

He continued to scold “And you’re in a public place, control yourself.”

He turned his head again and glanced towards the tall, well proportioned figure at the bar. He saw blond hair with sun gold tones, it was curly and styled to hang down and just touch those wide shoulders, broad with an eloquent bearing. His upper body was covered by an expensive black jacket, with the unmistakable cut of Armani. It outlined his elegant bearing perfectly.

The waitress finally recovered her ability to speak as she pointed to the rear of the room. The man turned, revealing a fine featured face with high cheekbones, golden thin eyebrows going straight across each eye, a proportionate and full mouth, and half-closed eyes. He was wearing dark slacks, elegant but informal and a white shirt, with several buttons undone at his neck, showing a clean and bronzed torso.

He remembered instantly. "MSF's campaign" he whispered.

"Yes…!" Maddy exclaimed extending the syllable. "Noel Lean."

Noel Lean , thought Karel, the face of the best promotional campaign that Doctors without Borders had ever had.

He knew it well, after it’s release he and Morgan had studied it for weeks. The Interpublic Group of Companies Inc., the leading agency in the Public Relations market, had created without a doubt, one of the most award winning and memorable campaigns of the year and Noel Lean was its unquestionable symbol.

In the TV spot, the twenty five year old model showed himself well. He was dressed simply, without make up, even his hair hung natural and loose without mousse or styling gel. He sat quietly, his legs crossed, only a gray wall at his back. He remained in that position for a full twenty seconds without any movement, no speech, just glaring directly at the audience. Suddenly his lips opened and with a deep, forceful voice, he spoke.

"In the last twenty seconds, all over the world, more than a million people have died because they didn’t have adequate medical help"

Then he paused dramatically and raise his hand to point an accusatory finger directly into the camera.

"Are you going to allow it to continue?" The tone of his voice was threatening, his glance frozen..

There was no doubt that campaign was risky, people don't like to face their lack of humanity, and Noel did it with his voice and his eyes, eyes full of scorn.

The Interpublic Group had bet hard and, without a doubt, won.

The number of affiliates and partners associated with them MSF rose 75% since the beginning of the campaign. Everyone with influence in the publicity world thought that Noel’s selection as the campaign's face had been fundamental to its amazing success.

Karel saw the man walk between the tables slow and secure. His face reflected resignation at being the center of the glances and comments. He smiled and greeted those who called for his attention, with gestures and comments while he continued toward the back table.

“Say something, say something!” Highly excited, Maddy hung on his jacket sleeve. In her excitement she was bobbing up and down like a small child

“Don’t be ridiculous, woman,” he whispered, trying to calm her.

When Noel passed near them, Maddy stood up suddenly, as if prodded by an irresistible force and moved to block his way. The man looked at her standing so boldly in front of him and raised an imperious eyebrow without losing the untouchable air that enveloped him like a shield.

"Oh! what a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lean!" she exclaimed, still giving the nervous little bobbing movements up and down on her toes. "I'm an admirer of yours."

He smiled with a forced calm and tried to evade her, but she moved in his way again.

Karel, shifted with grinding teeth, trying not to shout. Without rising from his chair, he extended his arm and tried to pull her out of the way. At that moment, Noel turned his head towards Karel and their glances met.

During that few seconds, both of them stood immobile, just looking at each other.

Karel saw that the model’s beautiful golden eyes opened with apparent surprise. Karel felt the warmth of a tiny blush on his own cheeks and his body trembled slightly. He saw Noel separate his lips slightly, as if to say something, but then he didn’t. Again he glanced away as the look of surprise disappeared. He looked at Maddy, gave her a little smile and pushing her gently out of the way, he said.

"I'm sorry, I have an appointment, and I'm late. Could you excuse me?"

Maddy obeyed and sat down again.

“He’s gorgeous!" She exclaimed watching him go. "And so nice.”

She glanced at Karel, her forehead wrinkled with a frown when she saw his face.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

"Me?"

"You’re blushing," Maddy extended her hand to touch him. "You're embarrassed."

Karel avoided her hand and touched his own face. He was warm, even to the tips of his ears, he could feel it. He felt an emptiness in his stomach. What was it? Why had he blushed? He couldn’t even remember the last time he had blushed, at school, primary school maybe?

Maddy watched him, waiting for the explanation he felt he couldn't give.

"You behaved like a child," he scolded, not looking at her. "I was embarrassed."

"But honey," she protested. "You’re used to seeing famous people, I’m not." She turned slowly and smiled.

"Oh Look, look, at that! I'm sure that’s his latest conquest." The male model had arrived at the table in the back where a beautiful woman wearing expensive clothing received him with a seductive smile. Both of them shook hands gently, she grabbed her purse and placing her arm in his, together they walked toward the exit followed by murmurs and comments behind their backs.

"… he's a total conqueror," Karel heard Maddy's voice." There is not a woman who would say no."

When he reached the door, Noel turned his head slightly, enough to glance at Karel for a few seconds before he turned to go.

Karel felt shivers at the nape of his neck; in the distance that separated them, he thought he had seen in the model's amber eyes, a deep and visceral rage that he knew was directed to him.

Continue chapter II…