Exuding sensuality and the sinewy raw power of a puma, Sandra walks stealthily towards her target, while looking for the opportune moment to pounce.
He was in her radar as soon as he walked in through the door. The pounding music, and the shrill, incomprehensible voices escaping from flapping orifices, obliterated from her attention span, as she focused with razor sharp intent on her prey.
He walked with an air of confidence that was innate, not simulated at all. Her extensive experience with men gave her insight into each type of specimen. His chiseled features complemented his well built physique. He must have been an adorable baby once, probably about five decades ago.
He sat alone at the bar, and Sandra focused with laser beam accuracy on the vacant seat next to his. If she needed to remove someone from it, she would not hesitate one bit.
With a brilliant smile derived from finding the seat waiting for her, Sandra openly engaged him in conversation immediately.
-“Hello, fancy meeting you here.”
-“Hello. Why do you say that?”
-“I’ve seen your face before, although we have not had the pleasure to have met. My name is Sandra Prue.” Sandra says as she extended her hand in salute.
-“You have? Well, then allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Charles Graham. Pleased to meet you.” Charles said as he cordially shook her hand.
-“Thanks for putting a name to the face; I am so bad with names. Although, I have seen your picture either in the L.A Times business section, or perhaps in Time magazine.” Sandra said this pleased with herself that she made it her homework to peruse to financial sectors for stock tips, and for prosperous investors, which she hoped to meet in their natural habitats.
-“Ah, I see. Unfortunately, sometimes it is best not to be in the news, as no news, can mean good news nowadays.” Charles said with self-deprecating humor.
-“True, very true. Are you alone, or waiting for someone?” Sandra said as she sat comfortably with her body language receptive towards his advances, expecting him to offer her a drink at any moment.
-“Actually, I am alone, and I was hoping for some lovely company. I guess this is my lucky night. Would you care for a drink?”
-“I’d love one.” Sandra said as she surreptitiously studied him up close. She liked his hands, his scent, and his sharp clothes. Here was a man that she would enjoy getting to know, and to work for.
After several drinks which had traveled to an intimate table in the overcrowded restaurant and dance floor, Sandra asked him point blank if he wanted to take her home.
If her forwardness surprised him, he registered none of it on his face. He seemed to stall for time as he savored his brandy and mulled over an idea or two.
-“You are a beautiful girl Sandra. What is it that you do for a living?” Charles asked attempting to ascertain what her proposition involved.
-“This and that. I invest a bit on the side, and I am always in the lookout to derive profits off my assets.” Sandra whispered into his ear, as she drew the inside of his palm with her index finger.
-“Like I said before, this is my lucky night Sandra. Shall we step outside to converse where we can be heard?”
Once outside, Charles got straight to the point. –“My dear, I'd hate to be so presumptuous as to put a price tag on your considerable assets. Please enlighten me as to the vicinity of your target.”
-“$300 an hour. I’m not cheap, yet I’m worth it.”
-“Unfortunately, we have all have been kicked on the groin with the massive losses of the market.
What do you say that you give me a flat rate considering the ailing economy? Let’s say, a flat rate of $2,000 per day, which would be a lower rate than what you are accustomed to perhaps, but there are fringe benefits as well.
Before you decide to say yes or to decline, please hear me out, as I have a proposition for you.
I will offer a $2,000 donation per day to temporarily live with me at my house. I will give you an allowance for new clothes as well, as you must dress fashionably, and you will be dined and wined in luxury.
In return, I merely ask for a few indulgences. Not all of the sexual type, as my main focus is to give hell to my stepsister and the perfect imbecile of her husband. They are parasites who live in my home, and because of legal entanglements, I can’t quite yet, get rid of them from my sight.
I expect this not to exceed more than three weeks at the most. So, what do you say, do you want to think about it?” Charles asked with intent.
-“Are you freaking kidding me? Oh my God!” You would spend wait…fourteen, in total forty-two thousand dollars on me, plus a clothing allowance? You don’t want me to kill them right?” Sandra asked immersed in disbelief.
Laughing, Charles said, “Darling, I have lost that amount in a single day. Don’t you worry about anything; I like to play an occasional mind game. Please humor me, and say yes.”
When Sandra awoke the following morning, she discovered that she was all alone. She walked into Charles closet and took down a crisp shirt to cover her nude form. Looking around the wood paneled bedroom, tastefully decorated in a masculine tone, she ventured into the adjacent bathroom to freshen up for the day.
After dressing, she found and envelope on the bedside table with her name. In it were instructions to get nice fashionable clothes, alongside $5,000 in cash.
Putting the envelope away in her purse, she walked down the staircase to search for the kitchen to eat a late breakfast, where she found a woman hovering over the kitchen stove.
-“Hi, my name is Sandra. I am Charles’ girlfriend.” She announced as Charles had instructed the night before.
-“Good morning! My name is Marta. Would you like to eat something?”
-“Yes please. I would like black coffee, scrambled eggs, and wheat toast.” Sandra said as she walked to the patio to seat under the sun.
-“Who are you?” Asked a woman about Charles’s age armed with antagonism.
-“Who are you? I’m Sandra Preu. I’m with Charles.”
-“I’m Charles’ sister. You need not know my name. Judging by your clothing, you must be some hussy he picked up off the street. A lady such as myself does not keep the company of the likes of you." The woman said with barely concealed contempt.
-"As the good book says, there is a time and a season for everything. There is a time to be a lady, although I find that men in general prefer a kinky slut in their bedroom." Sandra said this innocently, while she contained the need to laugh out loud. She thought for a moment that Charles' stepsister, would have an apoplexy judged by her horrified expression, and bulging eyes.
To be continued...
