Posted by Don on June 20, 2004 at 15:54:05:
The Mayor
Part I
Abbi glanced up at the clock to realize that there was only 30 minutes left of her workday. Thank God. Putting up with all the bullshit was getting to her. She was tired of the run of the mill kind of days that she was having. The alarm would gloriously go off at 6:00am every morning to remind her that a fun filled adventure just waited around the corner for her. Work. What a nasty four-letter word. In the shower by 6:15am, and then out the door by 7:00am. Abbi pulled her mind back to her task at hand. “I’ve GOT to get this shit off my desk by the time I leave or I’m never going to hear the end of it.” Abbi thought to herself. Tap, Tap, Tap. Abbi groaned as she looked up in her office doorway. “Yes?” was the answer to the knocking, but her thoughts turned to “what in the fuck do you want?” Larry, the Senior Partner of the firm, stared at Abbi squarely. “Abbi, I know you have been working a lot of hours but I really need you to stick around a little bit late tonight. We have the mayor coming in to discuss the project of the new community building.” Abbi started to say “but.” when the tall golden haired man began in again with “I know dear, but we have to make a good impression if we want to keep this account. I would ask that you would at least spruce yourself up a bit before he shows up.” Abbi glanced down at the navy blue combed wool suit with the ivory chiffon blouse. Granted, it wasn’t the sexiest thing she owned, although it was professional. “Larry, I will do it tonight, but that’s it. You pull your fucking stilettos out of the closet and start impressing the clients if you think it needs to be done.” Abbi swiveled in her chair to face the window, away from Larry. Abbi heard the footsteps fade away, as Larry left her office and down the brightly lit corridor to his office.
Abbi sighed aloud when she saw her image reflection in the window. Honey colored hair with a slight wave that barely grazed her shoulders. Bright blue eyes that impaled anyone that she exchanged eye contact with. Perfectly pouty lips when she took the time to stain them with color. Cheek bones in the optimal place if dusted with a blusher. So many “ifs”. “I need to take the time to make my appearance acceptable if I ever want to catch the man of my dreams” Abbi thought with dismay.
Abbi felt the floor with her stocking feet until her toe ran across the edge of her midnight blue pump and shoved her feet back in the shoes one by one. With a force, she pushed herself away from her desk and stood, silently stretching her aching back. With the grace of a swan, Abbi made her way to the small closet that was housed in her office. With a creaking of the door, Abbigail peered inside to find her “little black dress” that was meant to be worn on a blind date the week prior but wasn’t due to her duties at the firm. Her small black overnight bag sat there as well still containing her black lace stockings and black sandals. Abbi hoped to herself that her small makeup bag remained as well.
Office clatter was coming to a standstill as Abbi glanced up at the clock once again. “I should be going home, too” thought the pretty blonde to herself. Once her office door was secured, Abbi removed the heavy jacket and shook her shoes off of her little feet. Reaching behind herself, Abbi made quick work of unbuttoning her skirt and lowering the zipper to allow the fabric to puddle on the floor. With nimble fingers, she made short work of the buttons from her throat to her navel, which allowed the thin fabric to also fall to the floor with a shrug of her shoulders. Abbi shivered as the cool breeze enticed her bare skin. Sinking into her lounge chair, she slid her stockings off leaving bare, long legs. Abbi felt her heart start beating quickly in her well-endowed chest as she realized that she never closed the blinds to her corner office windows. “I can’t believe anyone would still be left in the office building across the street, but you never know who might be watching” Abbi thought silently to herself.
Don moaned loudly as he realized that his strip tease was now over. “Damn it, couldn’t she have at least taken her bra off before she shut the damn blinds?” the disappointed man said aloud. Sucking in a deep breath and rearranging his slacks, Don quickly left the office heading towards the elevator. “I can’t be late for my appointment” Don thought with an evil grin attached to his face.
Finishing her quick transformation into a lady of the night, Abbi quickly painted her lips with ‘Angel Red’ lipstick and adjusted her bra one more time. Glancing into the mirror, Abbi was pleased with what she saw. The form fitting black dress was incredibly sexy with its low back line and deep V-neck exposing just the tops of her round tits. It never hurt to have a hemline that would barely display the lace topped black stockings that were hugging her firm thighs when sitting. “Perhaps I will stop for a drink after this meeting to see what else I can snare tonight” Abbi thought with confidence.
While daydreaming of what to come for the evening, a firm knocking of the door advised Abbi that her client was waiting impatiently outside of her office door. With reluctance, Abbi made her way to the door and opened it. With her hand held out the words fell from her mouth “Hi, I’m Abbigail Taylor” before the man had a chance to utter a sound. In turn, Don quickly held out his hand for the blonde beauty to take. “Hi, Abbigail Taylor, I’m Don Williams” the man said with the same evil grin he had not so long ago. “She is even more beautiful up close than she was from a distance,” he thought to himself. So many thoughts raced through his mind as he thought of the evening to come. “This WILL be an evening that she will never remember and never forget” Don chuckled to himself. The mayor hadn’t realized that the blonde was trying to pull her hand from his. Composing himself, Don quickly spoke “Would you like to head out to dinner so we can go over the proposals?” “That would be great, Mr. Mayor. Let me grab my bag and we can be off.” With great ease, Abbi swept the velvet bag into her hand and quickly headed for the office door shutting the light off at the entryway.
With complete silence, the mayor put his hand on her back and led her down the dark corridor past the receptionists’ desk towards the elevator. “I don’t know what to even talk to this man about with small talk” Abbi thought to herself. “I cannot stand politicians. It’s bad enough that I am an attorney” she mused to herself. “So…” Abbi said aloud, “Where are we going for dinner?” The polite appearing man quickly answered “To my favorite restaurant of all times. They have the best shrimp in the city and I can’t wait to share it with you.” Abbi rolled her eyes and punched the button to the elevator. “I am looking forward to our evening together, Mr. Mayor. I’m sure whatever you have chosen for me will be to my delight.”
After what seemed an eternity, the elevator doors finally opened quietly, revealing the bright lights reflecting off the mirrors in the elevator. Abbi sighed a breath of relief. Her nerves were getting the best of her being in the office by herself with not even a janitor to be found. “He is the fucking mayor of the city, what am I worried about?” she asked herself. Pinning a smile to her face, Abbi gingerly stepped into the elevator and quickly turned back around to face the doors. Her gaze was locked in the mirror and her gasp was heard loudly when she saw the man pull a cool, silver blade from the waistband of his trousers. Abbi’s scream was muted as the elevator doors returned to their closed position, leaving her alone with no escape.
Part II
Abbi’s panic level rose above all she had ever experienced. Even Xanax wasn’t going to help her out this time. So many thoughts and so few words escaped her perfectly painted lips. “What in the fuck are you doing?” screamed the blonde in a voice of panic? “Would you just relax, Abbi? Oh, may I call you Abbi or do you prefer Ms. Taylor?” the mayor said with complete control. With her blue eyes open wide, she edged closer to the corner of the brightly lit elevator, her uneven voice managed to spit out “What in the hell are you doing with that knife?” Again spoken with easy words, the powerful man said quietly “There are just some things that need to be done, and tonight is one of those things. There is nobody that is going to suspect me of anything nor would anyone dare accuse me of anything malicious. I am the mayor of this city. The man stepped closer to Abbi with his hands stretched out to touch the frightened woman. With a single motion the man was within her space and sliding his left index finger from the base of her throat down the center of her cleavage and finally resting his hand against between her tits, while grasping the sharp blade in his right hand. “So soft and sweet, my dear. I wish that I would have gotten a better view of my “preshow” while you were changing earlier.” Abbi knew instantly what he was talking about. She had known that she was being watched while changing her clothes. She just didn’t realize that it was her “date” that was watching.
Abbi watched in terror as the mayor silently pressed the button to stop the elevator between floors. “We really don’t need to go any farther at this time, do we?” asked the mayor. Abbi knew it was time to try to do something. If she didn’t she knew it was over. With another wave of sheer panic overtaking her, Abbi lunged for the panel of silver buttons on the wall, hoping to undo whatever the evil man had done to prevent the elevator from moving. The 5’4” female had no chance against the taller man. Within a split second, Abbi felt the mans hands close around her throat as she kicked and clawed. His hands became firmly encircled around her throat making it difficult to breathe. With a black veil falling around her eyes, Abbi’s movements became very limited. “It is over for me,” the woman thought to herself. When the kicking subsided and her eyes fell closed, the mayor released his hands and let Abbi fall to the tiled floor of the elevator.
Don held his breath as he watched for a sign of life from the limp woman on the floor. “God damnit” he swore. “I didn’t want it to end that quickly. I had so much more in store for her.” To his delight, he heard a faint moan coming from Abbi. Breathing a sigh of relief, he quickly pulled the leather belt from his trousers and trussed the beauties hands together to prevent her from doing any more damage to him. Long, slender fingers with perfectly polished nails he noted as he finished his job waiting for Abbi to open her eyes. Don tenderly ran his hand along his chin feeling the scratches that she had inflicted on him during her struggle. The mayor also noted the long slender legs stretched out on the floor encased with black stockings. A hint of lace showing beneath her hemline. What a delectable sight.
With a throbbing headache, Abbi tried to clear the cobwebs by shaking her head. “What in the fuck is going on?” she questioned herself. It then hit her like a ton of bricks. The mayor. The elevator. The knife. Gently Abbi tried lifting her head and realized that she didn’t have movement with her hands. “What has this bastard done to me?” she questioned herself once again. Opening her eyes was a struggle, and the sight she saw was of no consolation. Standing above her was the mayor. Holding the gleaming, silver knife in his hands. The light reflecting off of it in an evil way. “Welcome back, my dear. I didn’t know if I would see those beautiful blue eyes again or not. I had hoped so, but I don’t always get what I want if you can believe that” the mayor sneered. With a trembling voice, Abbi managed to ask, “Do you plan on killing me? If so, then just get it over with. I know I can’t escape and I know that nobody is going to hear me scream.” The curt reply came “I will do as I please and you will just enjoy it. That makes it fairly easy, now doesn’t it.”
Don sat on the floor next to Abbi with the knife in his hand. With slow certainty, he quickly sliced through the thin fabric of her dress letting it fall to the sides leaving the poor woman with nothing but her black push-up bra, black lace panties and silk stockings to cover her. Abbi knew if she even tried to move that the knife would slip and cut into her tender skin. She did everything in her power not to move. Abbi could see that the man was mesmerized by his actions. It took little effort and one swipe of the blade to slice through her bra leaving her tits exposed. Before Abbi knew what was happening, she felt the sharp edge dig into the flesh of her abdomen, with the knife drawing a line from her sternum to her navel. Abbi cried out loud as she felt the warm liquid ooze from the wound. Still, she knew she couldn’t move or the wounds would become deadly. Abbi could hear the evil in his chuckle as he watched the warm, red liquid pool in the valley of her stomach and trickle down her sides.
PART III
Terror screamed in Abbi’s mind as she watched the demented man reach for her left breast. Her back arched as she bucked to get away from his devouring mouth. If in any other situation, Abbi may have found it erotic the way his tongue circled her nipple while gently biting. “Mr. Mayor, I have to ask you again, what are you going to do to me?” asked the quivering voice. Releasing her taut nipple from his mouth the mayor easily replied, “I have already told you that. I am going to do what I want.” With his words also came actions. His hand traced along the still oozing line where the knife had made its mark earlier. With no warning, Abbi felt a plunging pain in her right side. The knife impaled her one more time. With a scream rising in her throat from the burning pain, Abbi felt the knife being removed from her side. Again, the warm liquid flowed freely from her side. Abbi realized when she looked up that the mirrors encased the entire elevator and she could see what the man had done. It startled her to see the puddle of crimson next to her. It was a serious jolt of reality to realize that it was her own blood. Abbi closed her eyes tightly, praying that the torture would come to an end.
Her arms ached from being bound behind her back, her energy draining from the blood loss. The woman remained with her eyes closed as she sought out her happy place in her mind to replace the pain and agony she felt from the stab wound in her side. It was brought to a crashing halt when she felt the cold steel trace around her right nipple. The knife delved just below the surface to create a pain like none other in the sensitive area of her breast. With great effort, Abbi managed to squeak out “You bastard! You will pay for this!” “My sweet, please don’t feebly yell at me,” replied Don as he plunged the 4-inch blade straight into her abdomen. His mark was 2” below her navel. With a quick hand he redirected his anger to her left tit. With one sweeping motion she felt the metal impale her left breast. “Now there. That should pretty much take care of you, you bitch!” screamed the authority figure kneeling above her. With her mind spinning from the pain and her body writhing in agony, she felt the pressure of his hands parting her thighs. Within an instant Abbi knew why she was here. It flooded her like it only happened yesterday. “This is the man that threatened to bring my life to an end 3 years ago in that custody battle” thought the blonde. It finally made sense to her. He was the reason that she left Family Law and went to Corporate Law. “How in the fuck did he end up as the Mayor?” screamed the rationality of her brain.
With great difficulty she opened her eyes one more time to look up at the evil man as she felt his erection against her inner thigh. Her breath becoming more ragged as her blood drained quickly from her wounds. “Well Mr. Jonnis, you win this time” Abbi struggled to say. Abbi felt him snap at attention when he heard his real name. “J-jus-st re-re-mem-ber, wh-what c-comes ar-round-d, g-goes a-ar-round,” stuttered the dying woman. With great anger in his actions, Abbi felt the knife impale her right breast completely, as his shaft impaled her to the core. Her body shuddered around him as the man watched her take her last breath, eyes wide open staring up into the mirror on the ceiling of the elevator.
Larry glanced nervously at his watch before pushing the silver button of the elevator to take him to the 16th floor. His cordial colored brief case sitting on the floor next to him. The gold tag gleaming with the initials of LKJ. Lawrence K. Jonnis. Hearing the ‘ding’ of the elevator, he watched the doors silently open to find the pretty blonde lying exactly where the Mayor left her. With great care he stepped over her, into the elevator and quickly punched in the numbers 9-1-1 to notify the police that there had been a murder. “I guess she was right to argue with me about ‘making the clients happy’ and having to work late” Larry chuckled to himself. Little did he know that her body may be lying there but she watched silently from above with the thought “What comes around, goes around, Larry!”