Posted by Vinnie on October 05, 2005 at 18:06:27:
DARK REVENGE
By Vinnie
It was over. She was done with him. Finally. Forever. The divorce was almost complete. Then she would be rid of him. Finally. Forever. No more pretending. No more living modestly. She would have everything she ever wanted from now on. The money was there. For the taking. Peter had been good to her, but he had nothing. Nothing to give her. Nothing but love. James on the other hand. James had wealth and power. He gave her everything she wanted. Peter couldn’t give her those things. Peter was sensitive. And weak. She didn’t need him anymore. Ever since she’d met James. The CEO of the company she worked for. She knew. She knew James wanted her. From the moment she walked into his office. James had so much more to offer. Wealth. Power. Peter was history. James would do whatever she wanted. Take her wherever she wanted. Buy her whatever she wanted. Spoil her. Pamper her. She loved it. She loved James now. Not Peter.
Jennifer was almost free. She was headed home. To the luxury condo that she and Peter had once shared. James was already there. Waiting for her. Waiting to please her. She would dress for him. Something special. Something sexy. They would go out on the town tonight. Dinner. Dancing. Lovemaking. He would give her jewelry. Diamonds. Gold. Pearls. He had so much money. He would do anything for her. Anything.
Jennifer drove her BMW down the ramp into the parking garage, and pulled into her space. She smiled. She felt free. Free to do whatever she wanted. James was waiting upstairs for her. She smiled again. She would do something special for him. Before they went out. Something sexy.
Looking in the rearview mirror, Jennifer admired her beautiful face. She had a dazzling smile, wide sparkling eyes, long dark lashes, smooth olive skin, high cheekbones, and full, sensuous lips glistened with dark red gloss. Thick, brunette hair framed her face, and spilled down across her shoulders. Long pearl earrings dangled from her delicate ears while a double strand of pearls surrounded her slender neck. A fine gold watch wrapped around her delicate left wrist. Beautiful gold rings adorned her fingers. Red polish covered her newly-manicured nails.
The exotic brunette beauty looked to be Latin. Or was it Italian? A bit of Penelope Cruz. Or was it Salma Hayek? She wasn’t saying. “Keep them guessing”. That was her philosophy.
Jennifer’s expensive business suit was both sophisticated and sexy at the same time. A shiny white silk blouse, unbuttoned to her deep cleavage, caressed her slender upper body, fitting snugly over her beautiful swelling breasts, exposing a wide expanse of dark, creamy flesh. A short black skirt stretched around her trim waist, slender hips and round, inviting ass. Cut to just above the knee, the tight wool skirt was fashionable, yet erotic, displaying just enough shapely leg and emphasizing just enough curvy ass to arouse the interest of the many rich and important men who seemed drawn to her by the dozens. Calf-flattering sheer black stockings hugged her long, shapely legs. Pointy spike heeled black pumps enclosed her pretty feet, the 3-inch stiletto heels adding more height to Jennifer’s slender, yet voluptuous frame.
Jennifer smiled to herself as she made her way through the parking garage, to the elevator that would take her upstairs. She had it all. Youth. Exotic beauty. Smoldering sexuality. And a rich, powerful man to take care of her. And money. Lots of money. She could have anything she wanted. She could have any man she wanted. James. Or even Peter again. If she wanted. She could have anything. Or anyone.
Jennifer’s firm tits jiggled and bounced ever so slightly inside the snug white silk blouse as she made her way towards the elevator, her jewelry glistening in the artificial light, spike heels clicking on the cement, round ass straining inside the tight black skirt, and white lace push-up bra and matching white lace Brazilian panties hugging the smooth, creamy skin of her beautiful breasts, luscious hips, and sensuous ass.
Jennifer tingled with anticipation as she stepped into the elevator and headed upward to the 20th floor. She wondered what James had in store for tonight. A surprise, perhaps. Something romantic. Something sexy.
As she approached the condo’s front door, she saw a note, taped to the door handle. It must be from James. She was sure. Smiling, she pulled the paper from the handle, and opened it up. The note read:
“Darling, I’ve missed you. Come in. I’m waiting. Leave the lights off, my dear. Pour yourself a glass of wine and come to the living room. I have something for you. Something special. I’m waiting.”
Jennifer giggled as she opened the door and walked into hallway.
“Hmmm, this is fun! Almost like hide and seek! I wonder what this is all about?”
A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon rested on the small table near the door. Jennifer removed her chic business jacket, and laid it on a nearby chair, along with her black purse. The exotic brunette beauty filled her wine glass, and lit a cigarette. She smiled to herself again. It was time to find James. She would do something special for him tonight. Something sexy.
Jennifer walked slowly toward the living room, crystal wine glass in her left hand, slender cigarette in her right. It was dark. Someone was sitting in a chair. Across the room from the sofa. Someone. In the dark. James. It must be James.
Sipping her expensive red wine, Jennifer continued her slow, sensuous walk down the hallway and into the living room, the orange glow from the cigarette’s burning tip giving off the room’s only light.
Jennifer stopped near the sofa, across the room from the figure in the dark. Leaning over, she placed her cigarette pack and lighter on the small coffee table, took one final puff, and placed her still-burning cigarette in the ashtray. She first thought to crush out her last smoke, but, instead, decided to linger at the table, letting the cigarette burn.
While the figure in the dark watched her from across the room.
She leaned over a bit more. Just a little. Her silky dark hair spilled around her face, caressing her slender neck, draping across her shoulders. Jennifer’s short, black skirt rose up a bit more on her thighs. Ever so slightly. Exposing a bit more long, shapely leg. She stroked her sleek stockings, and smoothed her skirt with her left hand, then rose up, taking another sip of red wine. Her delicate hands reached toward her breasts. She opened another button on her white silk blouse. Exposing a bit more cleavage. Then she began to move, to dance. A little. Just a little. Smiling. Turning her head from side to side. Shaking her thick, dark hair. Rocking her hips back and forth. Sliding her skirt up and down on her thighs. Ever so slightly. Just to show off a bit more leg. A little. Just a little. Turning around. And around. Slowly. Ever so slowly. Teasing. Just a little.
Jennifer finished her slow turn. Then she saw it. A narrow beam of red light. Blinding her momentarily. The beam moved away from her face. A little red dot appeared on her white blouse. Moving down into her cleavage. Tracing the outline of her swelling breasts. Continuing down over the front of her black skirt. Moving back and forth across her tight tummy and slender hips. Outlining the curve of her round ass. Moving up and down her long legs. Back up to her breasts. A long beam of red light. A bright red dot. Like a little red flashlight. A little red laser beam. Moving up and down her voluptuous body as she continued to slowly turn round and round on her spike heels.
Jennifer smiled as the little red laser beam stopped on her left breast. She liked this. This sexy little game. She took another sip of wine. Then stretched her arms back. And pushed her tits forward. And she watched. Watched the little red beam of light come out of the dark towards her. And watched the little red dot play on the front of her shiny white blouse. Moving round and round in a tight circle over her large, firm left breast. Tracing the outline of her nipple.
Suddenly. There was another light. A kind of flash. Bright. Very bright. But only for an instant. And a sound. A popping sound. Just one. Just one pop.
Jennifer’s body jerked once. She rose up on her tiptoes. Just for an instant. Her left breast jiggled up and down. Ever so slightly. She felt something. In her chest. It hurt. It really hurt. And a funny smell. Burning. Something burning. And smoke. The smell of smoke in the air. And a strange sensation. A burning sensation. In her breast. And moisture. Wetness. Something squirting. And dripping. Down her torso. Underneath her white blouse. She cupped her left breast. Suddenly, Jennifer felt weak. So weak.
“Oh…Oh my God!…My blouse…My blouse is wet…Something…Something sticky is on my blouse…And…And…There’s a hole…A little hole in my blouse!…Oh my God!…There’s a hole…In my blouse…Right over my breast…Oh…My breast…I…I think…I think…It can’t be…It can’t be!…No!…Ohhhhh…Nooooo!…Nooooooo!”
“James!…James!…Help!…Ohhhhhhh…What’s going on?…It doesn’t…I…I don’t feel right…Ohhhhhhhh…James…Please…Help…Turn the lights on…Please…It’s so dark…I…I can’t see…Ohhhhhhh…James!…James!…James?…What…What’s going on?…Who’s there?…Who?…Who are you?…James?…Ohhhhhhh…Ohhhhhhh!…Oh my God!…Peter?…Peter is that you?…Is that you?…Peter?”
Jennifer’s head began to spin. She staggered toward the couch, consciousness beginning to drain from her mind. She stumbled again, bumping into the coffee table, falling against the bookcase and sideboard.
The half-empty wine glass slipped from her fingers.
Jennifer’s eyes followed the glass as it turned and tumbled. Red wine splashed out across the carpet. The glass hit the floor, rolling back and forth, back and forth until it finally stopped moving. Jennifer stood watching in disbelief.
“Oh…I…I…dropped my…my glass…How could I…How could I be so…so… stupid!…Look…Look at this mess!…The carpet…My new high heels…They…They’re ruined…My living room…There’s wine all over…I need…I need to clean…I need to clean this up…I…need…to…to…to…”
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Jennifer knew she was in trouble. She was losing her balance. Wobbling on her spike-heeled pumps.
“Can’t stand up much longer. Need something to hold on to.”
She turned towards the sideboard. And then she saw it. The photo on the shelf. The old photo of Peter and Jennifer. On their wedding day.
A look of puzzlement crossed her beautiful, exotic face.
“Where…Where…Where did that come from?…What’s that doing here?…That picture…That’s not mine…I don’t have that anymore…I…I threw that picture away…I…I don’t...I don’t understand…what…what’s happening…what’s happening to me?…I…don’t…understand…Uhhhhhh…Ohhhhhhhh…Ohhhhhhhhhh.”
Jennifer fell away from the sideboard, backward, landing on the sofa, her head resting in the corner. She tried to rise, tried to get up. Something was wrong. She needed to get help. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t get up. She was helpless. She began to panic.
She tried again to get up. Tried so hard. She pushed up with her hands. Trying to lift her body up. She moaned. Writhing. Squirming. Struggling. Struggling against the sofa that seemed to swallow her up. Holding her like quicksand. She pushed up with her hands. Trying to lift her body up, digging her spike heels into the carpet. Pushing. Pushing up. Her head rolled side to side, pearl earrings swinging back and forth, thick dark hair flowing across her shoulders, beautiful breasts straining inside her white silk blouse, short black skirt sliding up her thighs. She moaned. She moaned again…and again...and again. Over…and over…and over.
Jennifer’s big eyes got wide. And then wider again. Her jaw dropped open. Soft moans poured past her dark red lips and out of her pouty mouth. She squirmed and writhed on the sofa, pushing her body upward, thrusting her spectacular breasts up and out, rolling her sensuous hips side to side, lifting her shapely legs up and down, scraping her tall spike heels across the carpet, the red stain on her white blouse growing larger by the second.
Jennifer’s breathing grew ragged. Her squirming slowed. She moaned weakly. Exhaling one last time. And the room went silent. She lay slumped in the sofa. Head back. Thick, dark hair fanning out over the armrest. Eyes wide and staring. Sensuous red lips parted slightly. A trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. Long, stocking-clad legs draped over the front edge of the sofa. Black skirt riding up on her thighs. Pointy spike heels resting on the floor. Her unfinished cigarette still glowing in the dark. An expression of surprise and shock frozen on her gorgeous face.
A small red stain marred the white blouse that stretched across Jennifer’s slender torso. The same expensive silk blouse, unbuttoned to just above the cleavage, which had always flattered her full and curvaceous figure. The same blouse that had always looked so good with her short, black skirt, and black high heels. Now that shiny white blouse was stained and ruined by a single bullet hole. Right over her gorgeous left breast. Stained and ruined by a bullet that had drilled cleanly through her blouse and breast, and come to rest in her cold heart.
The figure across the room, seated in the dark, finally stood. And walked slowly to the sofa. He knelt down. To touch his beautiful lover one last time, to caress her thick, dark hair, kiss her full, red lips, stroke her long, shapely legs, and cup her beautiful, wounded breast in his hand. Yes. It was over. Finally. Forever.
When he was ready to leave he removed the photograph from the sideboard, and took one last look at the beautiful corpse that lay slumped across the sofa.
He looked into Jennifer’s wide, staring eyes and whispered "Goodnight my darling."
Then he disappeared into the darkness.