Posted by Sonya on September 18, 1999 at 04:02:27:
Relax, like the header says this one is "for" you. Plus, this is a one time only appearance (I'm not re-posting it on other boards or on Femmes.)
Hope you like it. :)
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Sam found himself standing outside of room 12. He knocked on the door and waited to see what would happen next.
Earlier that afternoon he had embarked on what he thought was another routine business trip to Norfolk, Virginia. However, upon arriving at the Sheraton in Norfolk things took a strange turn. While attempting to check in, the front desk staff handed him a message that re-directed him here instead. Now he was standing in front of room in a small but very plush hotel in the Virginia countryside.
The door opened and a young woman greeted him with a smile.
"Sam?"
"Yup. I'm Sam alright...and you're?"
"I'm Jessica." She held out her hand and he took it. Her grip was light and dry, emanating a relaxed warmth. He decided he liked her, and not just because she was beautiful. "Come on in."
She stood aside as he entered the room. The hotel was furnished with antiques. The room, which was actually a suite, was stunning. The interior glowed with the light of dozens of candles. Black and dark red dominated the decor as tapestry-style throws covered a plush sofa, and a large four-poster bed dominated one corner. Paganini played quietly in the background. Sam noticed the faint trace of incense in the air.
He turned his eyes back to the woman. Mid twenties, petite frame, long dark hair that fell halfway down her back, complimented by stunning pale green eyes. She was wearing a classic cut black raw silk top cropped a couple of inches below her ample breasts along with a matching straight skirt that started at her hips and came down nearly to her ankles; it showed her slim waist and stomach off to the best advantage. The candlelight flickered off a small silver ring that pierced her navel. As she padded barefoot across the thick carpeting an ankle bracelet adorned with little bells jingled softly, announcing her presence and movement in the room as if the sight of her wasn't enough to dominate it.
"Make yourself comfortable. What would you like to drink?"
"I'll have a whisky sour if you got it."
The woman walked over to a small bar in the corner of the room and begin pulling bottles out from beneath the bar, placing them on top. "I'll fix you up."
"Okay. What's the deal here?"
She smiled at him as she filled two glasses with ice. "How was your flight?"
"Flight was fine. Who are you?"
"I told you. I'm Jessica."
"And who is Jessica?"
"Tonight I'm the girl of your dreams. That's all you need to know."
* * *
A few minutes later Sam was relaxing a bit, finishing his drink and chatting on the sofa with Jessica curled up next to him, her elbow resting on the back of the sofa.
"You're a lucky man. Your wife apparently loves you very much. She set this up. It's an anniversary gift. She wanted you to live out the fantasy you've dreamt of all your life."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying your going to kill me tonight." Jessica paused. "Let me rephrase that, I want you to kill me tonight."
Sam was momentarily speechless.
Jessica took a cigarette from the pack on the coffee table and put it between her lips, he lit it for her and watched as she took a drag.
She exhaled a long plume of smoke, "Don't look so surprised. There is a good explanation. I'm a prisoner of the state, sentenced to death. This was an option that was offered to me."
"You're on death row?"
"Yup, sure am. And no, I wasn't coerced into this. It's not about money, it's not about anything other than I want to go this way."
"I don't understand. State executions are painless; lethal injection. Why on earth would you opt for something so painful?"
"Well it's not that simple. You see, they give all death row prisoners psychological tests. I guess I showed a leaning towards sado-masochistic tendencies. I always have had an interest in that, but nothing too extreme. Apparently the tests showed I was a good candidate, at least as far as Ultimate Experiences, Inc. was concerned. That's the company your wife contracted with to make this happen. They gave me a very unique opportunity." She paused to take another sip of wine. "You see, I had a choice. I could die strapped to a table, scared, powerless, and watch as the state put a needle in my arm like so many thousands of others....or, I could choose to go in a way that would allow me some level of freedom, I could die with passion, and I was assured I would enjoy it."
Sam shook his head.
"It's mind control Sam. The doctors used the latest state of the art techniques on me. They implanted a chip in my skull, well in my brain actually, and it made all of this possible. I really _want_ to do this now. But don't misunderstand, it IS consensual. I knew what I was getting into and have been pleasantly surprised to see that it has gone a lot smoother than I expected."
"But, just because you think you want it now, that doesn't mean when the pain starts, when the reality hits... Then you might discover you feel differently."
"Actually, we already worked that out." Jessica ran her hand down her stomach, folding the top of her skirt down to expose a faint, one inch pink scar. "Three weeks ago they did this. It was better than I could have imagined. It was fantastic, the feel of the blade sliding into me, almost piercing my very center, the pain, seeing the blood ooze from my flesh. Since that experience I have wanted it more than ever."
Jessica ran her fingertips over the faint scar and then looked him dead in the eyes. He could see she was truly excited by it. Sam fidgeted in his chair, adjusting his slacks slightly.
"I believe you."
"Good."
"One question. What did you do?"
"I was an active member of an rebel underground group."
"Can you be more specific?"
"I was convicted of participating in an anti-government conspiracy. Specifically, distributing illegal propaganda." Her voice dropped to a whisper, as if she was afraid someone would overhear them, "I was an active member of the ACLU."
Sam shook his head. He knew there was no possibility of a pardon, not for an offense like that. Jessica was right, she was as good as dead.
"Don't judge me too harshly. That was two years ago. I was a college student at the time and somehow, though we knew the risks, we didn't really believe the worst could happen. I was young and stupid."
Sam nodded sympathetically. He too had been involved in similar antics while in college, but that was before the new government had so much control, before it was a capitol offense.
There was a knock on the door. Jessica was relieved at the interruption and got up to answer it.
* * *
Dinner had arrived.
Jessica into sliced her New York steak; she was pleased to see it was the perfect shade of pink. "Is your steak done right?"
"It's perfect."
"Good."
Sam took another sip of wine and asked in almost a whisper. "So tell me, what are you really feeling?"
She stared off into space, pondering the question. Finally she answered, "Part of me wants this so badly. I have never wanted anything so much in my life. I ache for it. But.... Part of me is afraid. Death is scary. No, correction; death isn't scary but dying is." She took another sip of wine, hesitating before she continued. "What do I really want? Well, it's almost easier to say what I don't want, what I fear. When the end comes, I don't want to feel like I'm dying alone." Her eyes searched his as she asked asked, "Do you understand?"
"I understand." He gave her a gentle smile. "I want this too, more than you know, but I want it to be good for you."
"I believe you."
A strange silence passed between them. They both picked at the food on their plates.
Finally Sam broke the silence, "Tell me more."
"I'd rather talk about the fun we're going to have. And trust me, it WILL be fun . How about if I tell you about the weird fantasies I've had ever since the 'procedure'. I've always been a bit kinky, like I said before. But ever since that implant....oh my God...it's been an obsession."
Sam listened intently.
"Suddenly the vision of a long steel blade...the thought of it sliding into me...it has consumed me. And then, a week after the operation, when I got to experience it for real... It was incredible! It hurt so much, yet it was the most exciting thing I've ever experienced. In fact, nothing in my life has ever come close. It turned a desire into a burning need. The way things are now, even if I was pardoned, I am so obsessed by this need I would probably still go through with it. At the center they made sure I didn't have unsupervised access to knives or similar objects; the doctor's feared I might do something to myself in a weak moment. I have to admit it was a real possibility."
Sam shifted in his seat and stabbed at another piece of meat on his plate. "So....ummm....can you be more specific about these fantasies?"
* * *
They talked through dinner and over coffee. They both confessed thoughts and dark secrets that they would never have trusted another living soul. The bottle of wine laid upside down in the stand by the table and their joking and laughter had increased with every glass.
Under the table, Jessica was running her bare foot up Sam's leg and giggling. She took a long drag off her cigarette, exhaled, then whispered, "I'm glad it's you. You're a good guy Sam." Then she got up slowly, snuffed out her cigarette and walked around to his side of the table. Standing close to him, she stared down at him as she said "And you know something else?"
Sam turned sideways in his chair and stared up at her with a grin on his face. "What?"
"I've been watching you cut up that steak; you're pretty good with a knife mister." He smiled. She leaned in closer, running her hand across her stomach. "You think I can tempt you to slide that blade into me?" She smiled as she pulled the taunt waist-band of her skirt a bit lower across her hips. "Right here..." tracing her finger lightly over her flesh, "ease it in....slow and deep..."
Sam picked up a steak knife from the table. Jessica took his wrist and brought it to her lips, licking the faint traces of beef juice off the shiny blade. She kept a light grip on his wrist as she slide it down to her stomach, tracing the outline of her belly button. He watched the blade caressing her flesh and moved his mouth to the smooth, warm skin...kissing her abdomen lightly and running his tongue along her naval ring. Jessica moaned and pulled his head in closer.
She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his mouth for a few moments. Then she reached down and took his hand, coaxing him to his feet, leading him across the room and over to the four-poster bed.
Kneeling, she pulled out a small black briefcase from under the tall bed and placed it on top. He knew what was inside. When the latch clicked and the case popped open five shiny stiletto blades flickered in the candlelight. Jessica stared at them for a long moment. She whispered almost imperceptibly, "God...they are so beautiful..." Then tore her eyes away from the case and back to Sam.
Standing in front of him, her hands moved behind her and she slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. Sam's eyes moved down her slim body. Her hips were just wide enough to accentuate her small waist, her legs were beautiful, long and tan, and while her stomach was nearly flat it had just the right amount of padding to give it the right proportions. She gave him a playful grin and began pulling her top off over her head. Flawless skin, ample curves; adorned in only black silk panties and black bra. Then she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, freeing her full breasts for his enjoyment.
He muttered, "Beautiful."
Jessica smiled. "It's all yours baby."
She came closer and wrapped her arms around his waist. Pressing her small frame against him and tilting her chin up. Their lips brushed lightly. She opened her mouth and their tongues began to explore each other. Her hands went to the collar of his shirt, loosening his tie more and finally freeing him of it entirely. She began unbuttoning his shirt, tearing her mouth away from his, nuzzling his neck and chest as more and more buttons yielded.
(continued)