Simply Irresistable

Posted by Slasherdude on April 28, 2009 at 11:31:10:

Once again, opinions of all kinds are welcome.

Simply irresistable. I've cornered got her cornered in her hotel room and we're just about at the point of no return. I'll lose my job here for sure, she's frightened and she'll complain to my boss. Given the circumstances, there's no way they could keep me employed after this. No matter. Just something about her. I usually like dark haired women but I won't hold her blonde hair against her.
I was just stopping by to change the linens in her room like she requested. She was standing there in the doorway with only her lingerie on. I never dared to think of this happening not even in my dreams. She's some hotshot executive here for a month on business. I see her sometimes in the hallway, rushing out of her room or back to it, always on her cellphone, always looking over papers. And whoever she's talking to probably wishes they were on another planet. She's a bitch but that somehow makes her more attractive. She's never noticed me before and she hardly noticed me when I was at the door, she was still talking on her phone.
I just stood there staring at her and she told the person on the other end of the line to hold on a sec, "What do you want?" she said quirking one eyebrow. I muttered my name and that she requested her bed be turned over and asked if I should come back. She said fine, stood aside and gestured impatiently for me to come inside and told me to hurry. The inside of the room was like any of the others. The bathroom on your left as soon as you walk in, kitchen on your immediate right. Then as you walk farther in, the room opens up into the living space, a bed on the left with a night table next to it and across from that is a desk and chair set. At the far end is the heating and cooling unit below a large window that for the moment was hidden by drawn curtains.
She picked a room with a huge bed. Big enough for maybe three people. I somehow don't see her sleeping with anyone, despite her outrageously hot body. Sure I can see her fucking someone then turning them out of her room. I think back to all the times she passed me in the hall. She's usually wearing this white silk blouse, a dark jacket over it and a dark skirt so short I'm surprised she's allowed to do it. Cindy, my boss always wears ankle length dresses though she can wear something that comes up to her knees. I wish she'd go at least a bit shorter because she's something to look at though you can tell she just hit thirty a year or two ago. But this woman puts her to shame. She's always wearing high heels, even now. Each step she takes makes her long toned legs flex as she paces endlessly about the room. She's pale as a vampire, another thing that's strange. I like tan but this is... different. And I like it. It contrasts her black lace underwear. She's wearing makeup too. I know it's not for me. She's not for me and I keep myself looking busy but I know she'll likely be leaving the hotel for good soon so I drag out my task. It will take me decidedly twice as long to finish.
I don't even know her name. I might ask her. Yeah right, just talking to her and telling her what I was here for was a challenge. What's next, ask her out on a date and watch while she laughs at me? Dream on, not for you. Not in a million years. She hardly even notices me now. Of course that's ok. I don't want her to notice me right now. She really does have a great body. I'm so busy looking at her soft, pale toned skin that I run into the desk on my way out the door with my old sheets. I knock over a bunch of papers and something heavy onto the floor. Now she notices me. Without missing a beat she tells me to pick that up. I blush and drop the sheets and start doing so right away. Among the sheets is some kind of letter opener. It's this small slender thing, with just a plain handle and a long shiny blade. But it's kinda big for a letter opener, most of the length is in the blade, the handle being only two inches of what must be ten overall. It's dull though but big surprise there. Letters don't require a razor edge to open. It tapers to a point pretty much as dull as the blade, you'd really need to put alot of pressure on something to puncture it. Still it's exotic, strange. Like her. Without any thought I pocked it. What the hell am I thinking? I hurry out with the old sheets and bring in the new ones.
Almost missed the grand finale. She just fired whoever was on the other end of the line. Man, she's a bitch alright. That's kinda attractive in a way though. Wouldn't want to work for her, of course. Heh. Her version of slamming the phone is pressing the cutoff button as viciously as possible. Guess that's all you can do on a cellphone. I wouldn't know. I can't afford one. She says in my general direction that she's having one of those days if I know what she means. What I do know is that the correct answer is yes even though I don't know. I've never fired anyone though I have plenty of experience on the receiving end.
She puts the phone on the night table and heads over to the kitchen. She's got that sexy little swagger with her hips. Her ass moves with each step and for a moment I can't take my eyes off her though it would be a very bad thing indeed to allow her to catch me staring at her. She opens one of the cabinets and takes out a bottle of evian water. Now that I just don't understand, our water is perfectly good for drinking. But whatever. She unscrews the cap and takes a long deep swallow. She throws her head back like she's chugging a beer (though based on all I know about her I doubt she'd be caught dead drinking a beer) and I see her throat work. Her blond hair which is usually in a bun comes down to her waist almost when it's hanging free. It's feathery too, swishing this way and that in harmony with her slightest movement.
She recaps the water and without turning to me says, "Are you going to finish or stare at me all day?" My jaw drops. I should have known better. I stutter out something like an apology and I'm told to hurry up again. This time I do. I'm already behind on one rent payment, I can't afford to lose my job. Nevermind that half a year's worth of rent for me is one week's stay in her room. Some things aren't fair. They never will be. Maybe I can talk her into not saying anything. I hope I can.
But when I come back into the room and see she's waiting for me with her arms crossed across and she's leaning on the counter I can tell that if I was looking for mercy I was looking in the wrong place. She's smiling but it's the kind of smile that has no friendliness. She could be the evil queen in some fairy tale. God, I want her. I start to apologize, no sense in denying it. I must have been very obvious. I usually am around women like her. But she cuts me off, actually putting her hand over my mouth and telling me to shut up. Her skin is cool and perfumed, smells like some flower you never find in anyone's backyard.
"You don't have any fucking clue how hard I work do you?" No I don't. I usually just hear you yelling at people over the phone. And firing your underlings. And I tell her that but without the attitude. "Do you think that I'm here for your amusement? Your pleasure?" She uncrosses her arms and stands closer to me. She's taller than I am especially with her heels on and she has to lean down to met me eye to eye. Not by much but It gives me a good view of her cleavage. Her breasts are large but not overly so. They're more than a handful to be sure. They're contained (just barely so it seems) by whatever she's wearing. It looks like a cross between a bra and a shirt or something like it. It ends just an inch above her navel. Her stomach is toned too but not bodybuilder style. Just without fat, though it looks soft and I want to run my hands over it, knead it like dough.
She catches me looking and slaps me across the face. I actually stumble. I didn't know women could hit so hard! Guess she's more in shape than I thought she was. Heat rises in my cheek, half of it is from embarassment and half from the injury she inflicted upon me. Even if it doesn't bruise I'm going to have a red mark in the shape of a hand for the rest of the day on my face. I straighten up and brace myself for more but she's done it seems like. And so am I.
"You know what? Just get the fuck out of my room. And get in your car and just drive home because I can guarantee you that as soon as I make one phone call you'll never work here again. No scratch that, you won't ever work again." I try to protest, tell her that I can't afford to lose my job, say that I'm really sorry. Tell her I'll do anything and then her smile becomes genuine and she leans back on the kitchen counter like she's relaxing after a job well done. Understanding slowly comes to me. This whole thing wasn't about new sheets, or me staring at her, or anything else except seeing me grovel. Setting me up to have to do that. Oh you're a bitch alright. You get off on it don't you? I get off on seeing you in your undies and you get off on seeing me on my knees. Well I got what I wanted and you got what you wanted. Call it even?
"No, I don't think I should have to put up with this. I really don't. Get out of my room. And take my advice and just keep driving."
So this is it huh? I don't bother telling her that I can't afford a car either and take the bus. She wouldn't care. I can try talking to Cindy. She's sweet on me even though she knows I'm a creep sometimes. Like now. But no, she'd lose her job too if she stood up for me on this. I think she's serious about me never working again. People with money and power can do all kinds of things to the ones who don't have those things. I start to cry and she stops telling me to get out. Yeah she's enjoying this. I hate her. I still want to fuck her but now I hate her. That's a funny feeling you know? Without thinking again my hand goes into my pocket and closes on the handle of the letter opener. Whoa now, what are you thinking? Losing your job is one thing, but what you've just contemplated is really much more serious. I take it out and put it up to her throat. This thing looks like it couldn't cut through butter if the blade was heated. She knows it too. She tells me to stop without any fear in her voice. Ok so much for frightening her. I don't think a chick like her does frighten. But I want her to be afraid. I want to tear down that fearlessness like ... I don't know what. Some castle wall coming down. I want her to beg me. I grab her around the throat. Yeah that does the trick, her eyes widen a bit. She's still not afraid though. She tells me to stop again and grabs my wrist with both hands, trying to wrench my arm and free her neck. Her skin is so cool.
Ok now I'm in hot water. I'm threatening a guest. Or assaulting one. Or who knows what I'm doing anymore. Certainly not me. If I did I wouldn't be doing this now. If that makes any sense. But the big question now is what to do now? I don't want to cut your throat. And I don't want to strangle you. What I want to do is fuck you. No way you'll let me now though. I'm just barely holding you off. You're stronger than I am but I'm more afraid. Fight or flight, something like that? Time to take the fight out of you. Your hands are up high but that leaves your lower body exposed. I look down and see your belly button. It's right there in front of me. Suddenly I know exactly where I'm going to hurt you. You follow my gaze and croak out something that sounds like No. But I'm not taking no for an answer. Bitch.
I lower the knife and one of your hands comes off my wrist to try to knock the knife... I'm sorry... letter opener... out of my hands. It might as well be a knife now. I'm not using it to open any letters. I put the squeeze on your throat and suprisingly it works. Your attention is now solely on the hand that's choking you at least for the moment. I take the opportunity to place the tip of the blade inside your navel. That stops you cold. Your hands are still frozen in a deathgrip on my hand that's choking you but you become as still as a statue. Now you're afraid. But it's not enough. I want you to hurt. I push the tip in further and I could swear it sinks in an inch before meeting your stomach. That's one deep belly button. Your eyes widen even more. You look so sexy right now. I ease up my grip on your neck. If you have anything to say, say it now.
"Don't" Is that all? Jesus H Christ. No please? I push it in further till it meets serious resistance. Your eyes wince shut momentarily in pain. You're pinned between the blade and the kitchen counter. A rock and a hard place. Is that a fitting analogy? Who cares. But damn this thing is dull. I wonder if it can even break your skin. Uh oh. I see you thinking the same thing. That look of haughty defiance is coming back into your eyes. Uh now what? The next thing I know I'm ramming it into your gut. I hear a tearing sound and you grunt very loudly as you double over. I can actually feel it sink in and I want to tell you how sexy that feels but I doubt you'd appreciate it as much as I do.
How are you still keeping your balance in those high heels? Oh. You can't. You start to tip over but I grab onto your shoulders and steady you. Reflexively you wrap your arms around me. You grunt again and I can hear your breathing is now labored. It probably would have been easier to just fall down but hey I'm not complaining. I'm right inside that perfumed aura of yours and you smell great. I drag you upright and hug you. Ow, forgot about the knife. Bet that hurt you more than me eh? Ok bad joke. I angle to the side and hug you to me. You cling onto me, though I'm sure it's not because you love me. Bet that just makes it hurt less? I kiss you and you squirm. No you don't like that. Too bad. I keep doing it until I have to come up for air. Then I just stand aside and let you fall. You go down on your knees and fall over. Your breasts bounce all the way. Quite a sight. You curl up into the fetal position. I kneel down and brush your hair out of your face. Then I roll you over onto your back. You're clutching the knife and breathing really hard now. Is this the most pain you've ever felt? I hope it is. I hope it is.
I try to pry your legs apart. You know what I want now. But you're not having any of it. You won't let me do that to you. Yeah maybe I've violated you enough. Hmmm. No. I move on to your wonderful tummy as you groan and press just below where I've wounded you. You gasp loudly followed by the longest sexiest moan I've ever heard. I massage your breasts and I could swear now you're getting into it a bit. Or maybe I'm mistaking pain for arousal. Whatever. Works well for me either way.
Hey wasn't that knife like ten inches long? Only a small part of the blade is still exposed, the rest is.. in you. Deep in you. I grab the handle. Gently. Your eyes are pleading with me. Say please. No? Proud bitch. I pull it out a bit then jam it back in. There's hardly any blood. Guess there's no arteries that low in your belly. That's fine. Alot of blood would make you pass out faster. And I want to savor this.
Oh I'll keep this moment treasured for all of time. When I have trouble getting to sleep at night. When I daydream. Whenever I'm fucking someone else. You're the pinnacle. The very summit of all my fantasies at this moment. And you're real and it's real. And OH MY GOD! What have I done? This isn't something I can take back.
You're saying something. I lean closer. You want help. What are you nuts? Like I'm going to get you help now. What am I going to tell the ambulance crew? I slipped while holding the knife and accidentally stabbed you? I'm sure you'd back that up too huh. Yeah right. No, we're not turning back now. That knife in your belly button won't prolong your life and neither will I. Sorry. But I let you get your hopes up.
"What's your name. Tell me your name and I'll get you an ambulance." I see the hope light up in your eyes. Hell if I was in your position I'd grasp at whatever straws I could get.
"Emily" Whoa! Not too tough sounding. Probly insist on Ms whatever wherever you go. Think I'll toy with you. I walk over to the phone on the desk but I make sure to stand where you can't see the phone itself. Oh I pick it up. But I keep my thumb depressed on the receiver so it's pretty much useless.
"Yes, I just .. well you see there's been an accident. I need an ambulance. My friend's been stabbed. Room 113 of the hotel at the crossing of third and ivy. She's hurt pretty bad. Please just hurry." I should have been an actor.
Yeah you believe me. You even say thanks. If you only knew. Since you didn't bleed too much I guess I don't have to worry about cleaning up. I'd better finish my rounds. Hell I'd better get out of here! I go to the door and you call me back. You look alot younger somehow. Now that the bitchiness is gone. Before I'd say you were in your thirties like Cindy, well kept but still old. Now you look like a scared hurt teenager. "Stay with me. Until the ambulance arrives. Please?"
There you finally said it. But... what the fuck is this? Regret? That sure sucks the fun out of all of it.
"Ok." Were you just threatening my job not too long ago? It couldn't have been you. You're so sweet and vulnerable. I sit down next to you and ease you up a bit so I can cradle you. You're in pain, oh and I'm the reason. I'm sorry.
"I'm sorry," and she says it at almost the same time. This strikes her as funny but she only laughs briefly before moaning. Guess it hurts to laugh now for you. I stroke your hair, bury my face in it. I kiss your shoulder, your neck. I don't want to turn you around to kiss your lips because I know that would really hurt you. You don't return my affection. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I just mortally wounded you. Or at least I think I did. Yeah you need medical attention right now.
"Thank you for calling the ambulance. I'm sorry about what I said before." No no, I don't want to remember you like this. Where's the high powered bitch? You? I could have fallen in love with you. I tell you to stop talking to save your strength but you're determined to have your say. "No I mean it. When I get fixed up things will be different. I won't be so mean. I'll... I'll ask you get promoted." You've got to be joking. But somehow I don't think you are. Maybe no one has really ever hurt you before. Least of all this badly. But I can't do it. I can't really save your life. And I'm going to be a scumbag and not tell you. I wish I could take it back. But I won't now. I can't. I can't take the chance. You can do less damage to me dead. At least I hope you can.
Now all I can do is wait. You ask where the ambulance is. I say I'll go find it. What I actually do is take my cleaning cart with the dirty linens back to storage. I stop by the front desk and tell Cindy that I'll be going home if that's ok. I don't feel so well.
"That cunt in 113 give you trouble? I don't blame you. I'll keep you clocked in for the rest of the day. Just don't say anything, kay?" I love this woman.
"I love you Cindy."
"You keep saying that, but sometimes I don't know." I go behind the desk and kiss her full on the lips. Do you believe me now? Before she can get over the shock I head back to 113 and finish business.
Holy shit. You're still alive somehow. But you're close, much weaker at least. You're bleeding a bit more now but I bet most of the blood is leaking on the inside. You're still beautiful.
"You never called them did you?"
"I couldn't." No don't cry. Yeah that hurts doesn't it? But you keep crying and keep hurting yourself. Just a soft whimper is all you can manage. I cradle you again. I won't help you but I've got nothing against comforting you. You hug me back. I still don't have any illusions. I'm the last thing you're going to see. But I bet deep down you hate me. I don't care. What's real is you holding me. Me holding you. What's real is... this.
"OWwwww...." as I take the knife handle and twist it. That about does it. You pass out. I kiss you one last time. Then I go home.

I'm watching TV in another state. I see the newscaster says you died after all. They're looking for me. Well specifically they're looking for a former hotel employee. Wow that makes me feel insignificant. Wonder what Cindy thinks. You know what? I don't regret it. Tough times ahead to be sure but I'd do it again. In fact I think I will do it again. I really don't have much to lose now.