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Mysterious Malice

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She looked around the nightclub bored with the whole scene. It was the same ole same ole, the same people, the same corny come-ons, the same drinks and dance moves. She wasn’t going to stay. As she made her way towards the end of the bar to head for the exit her shoulder ran into another woman.

“Oh, I’m so sorry” the woman exclaimed as they collided painfully.

“Are you okay?” she asked concerned seeing that the woman was obviously upset.

“Yeah, fine, I just have to find my friends and get out of here” she answered distractedly and then she really looked at the woman she had crashed into.

She was worth a second look. Not too tall, slender, but not too slender, with curves in all the right places, her blonde good looks were a stereo-type of blonde looks. Her pert little nose was over lush little lips that ached to be kissed, to be ravished. Her big brown eyes were so pale that they looked almost yellow. They were framed by dramatically brown and impeccably plucked eyebrows. The whole package though was enticing, exciting, and while not beautiful, very attractive.

“Well, it’s packed in there” the blonde pointed over her shoulder with her thumb “you’d do better to sit at the bar and wait for your friends to show up” she advised.

The other woman nodded anxiously as she looked out over the crowd, there was no way she was going to spot her friends in the crush, and she had to admit the blonde was right. “Well, will you wait with me? I could buy you a drink, it’s the least I could do for nearly knocking you down.”

The blonde looked her over for a moment, speculatively, and agreed heading back to the bar. The moment though registered the brunette’s long streaked hair, boyishly slim body, and girl-next door looks. She had freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks, her eyes were a grey blue, and her stubborn little chin invited someone to argue with her. Her straight white teeth gleamed in the club lights.

“What are you drinking?” she asked as she signaled the bartender.

“I’ll take a Shirley Temple” the blonde said with a straight face.

“Are you serious?” the brunette asked with a grin and a raised eyebrow, no one drank Shirley Temples anymore.

“Very” the blonde answered with a look that challenged the brunette to say more.

The brunette turned back to place their order with the bartender and then turned and held out her hand “Hi, I’m Deirdre” she said with her already familiar grin.

“Alice” the blonde answered shaking the proffered hand.

“So, you were leaving?”

“Yeah, this place and million like them gets old after a while” she shrugged dismissively of the club.

“I can see that” the blonde said nodding as she looked around on the floor for her missing friends.

“You seemed upset?” Alice asked, opening up the conversation.

“Yeah, I just got some shit news, it’s why I was looking for my friends” she confided and then wondered why she had; she immediately felt the anxiety again that had dissipated for a second in her distraction. Something about the blonde was easy going, easy to share with. The drinks arrived and Deirdre put a ten spot on the counter of the bar.

“Care to elaborate?” Alice took a sip of her red fruity drink.

Deirdre shrugged dismissively as she took a healthy slug of her Scotch and soda.

“Easy there” Alice said concerned.

“Well, it won’t matter anyway, I’m up shit crick when I get home” the brunette shrugged but Alice could see something in her look.

“Why won’t it matter? What’s at home?”

Deirdre looked at the relative stranger and wondered if she should confide or not. She didn’t know this woman at all, she was a faceless nobody and maybe she should tell someone, anyone, but fear kept her hesitant. “I got a call from my husband, he just got home and is pissed that I’m not there.”

Alice didn’t know why but she was disappointed and then she noted the tell-tale rings on the woman’s left hand, impressive set of diamonds. ‘Fool’ she told herself. “Why is he pissed?”

Deirdre weighed in on telling this stranger her problems and then figured, what the hell, she didn’t know her, she would probably judge her anyway, she shrugged “because I’m not there, I didn’t ask permission to go out with my friends.”

“Permission?” Alice qualified the word her ire rising at the thought of what that implied. An independent woman herself she bristled at the word.

Deirdre signaled for another and held up two fingers to indicate a double.

Alice looked concerned “drinking away the hubby?” she asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Deirdre looked back at the attractive blonde, the eyes were almost glowing in this light, that fascinating and eerie yellow, it had to be a trick of the light… “Well, it will hurt less” she slipped out and then cursed herself for a fool for letting this stranger know.

“He hurts you?” Alice asked to be sure, to clarify.

The Scotch was burning through her system, the one she had now combining with her earlier drinks loosening her tongue. She nodded shamefaced and looked down at her drink, her self-esteem was non-existent anyway, what did it matter what this stranger thought of her?

“Deirdre” Alice touched her shoulder, almost hesitantly. “Can’t you go somewhere, get some help?”

Deirdre looked up at the compassion filled yellow eyes. She didn’t see pity, she saw anger for her, she saw something else, almost an excitement but undefinable. “I’ve tried that” she said disgustedly “you don’t realize how powerful he is. He bought off someone and threatened to kill me if I told anyone again.”

Gently Alice said “you told me.”

“Yeah, but who are you, a stranger, what can you do?” She believed it too.

‘If only she knew’ Alice almost answered, instead she said with a shrug “I can listen.”

They shared a second drink together and other conversation and by then Deirdre was pretty much feeling no pain which had been her point.

“Hey, let’s dance” Alice finally said waving away the bartender from giving Deirdre another double Scotch.

“I really don’t feel like it” Deirdre slurred slightly.

“I’m sure you don’t, but your friends aren’t showing up and I want to dance, come on” the blonde implored and surprised Deirdre found herself on the dance floor.

They were playing some 80’s tunes and the two of them had fun gyrating to the beat. One dance turned into two and Deirdre found herself relaxing a little, not thinking so much about what awaited her when she got home. As the music turned to a slow beat she found herself in Alice’s arms moving a slow shuffle two step to the sounds of a romantic ballad. She looked down on the smaller blonde and realized the woman’s eyes did indeed look yellow, but also hypnotic, concerned, and warm. Without realizing it she impulsively leaned in and gently kissed her new found friend.

Alice captured the offered lips and quickly mastered them. She swiftly took control of the situation, she was already holding the brunette close from the dance, and she moved slightly, gently, their hips rubbing suggestively together as they kissed.

‘Wow, what a kisser!’ thought Deirdre as she enjoyed her first girl/girl kiss. Not too wet, firm, inquiring, Alice let Deirdre think she was doing whatever she wanted as she encouraged, enjoyed, and loved every moment of it. Slowly, reluctantly, Deirdre pulled back and looked down at the blonde to see her reaction. The look she received made her heart go pitter pat.

“Hey Deirdre, there you are!” a voice interrupted their dance.

Deirdre looked up at two women who were standing there looking inquiringly. “Oh hi” she said dreamily with her arms still around Alice, swaying to the music. “Where have YOU been?” she asked defensively, wondering if they had seen her kiss this woman.

“We’ve been looking for YOU!” she returned harshly “Carl called and we’re to take you home immediately!”

Deirdre could feel herself falling into the same old trap. Carl called and everyone jumped, did his bidding as though they were robots. She stopped dancing and stood there, her arms dropping to her sides as she reluctantly decided to go with her friends as commanded.

Alice felt her hackles rise at the obvious demands of Deirdre’s friends and the absent husband “Oh, Deirdre said he called earlier, I’m giving her a ride home” she said innocently to the friends wondering if they would buy it.

“Who the HELL are you?” the one speaking for the two of them demanded.

“I’m Alice” she said as though they should KNOW.

“Well Alice, Carl CALLED and WE are taking Deirdre HOME” she said smugly.

Before Alice could get angry Deirdre answered “uh, you heard HER, she is taking me home, we are just finishing our dance here.”

The two women looked at Deirdre in surprise and then searched to see if she was lying. Her innocent look though fooled them. “Oh, uh, okay,” she backed off shrugging, it was her problem, not theirs, they tried to do what Carl wanted, “well then I guess I’ll call you tomorrow” she said and the two of them nodded and walked away with only a glance or two over their shoulders.

“Thank you” Deirdre said heartfelt to Alice.

“For what?” Alice asked.

Taking a deep breath she answered “for helping me to find the guts for a second.”

Alice nodded as though she understood, and perhaps she did as they finished their dance, marginally holding each other closer.

“So where do you live?” Alice asked a while later as she drove the woman home.

“Beverly Hills” Deirdre answered as though it were the most disgusting place to go.

“Really?” Alice asked surprised. A Hollywood wife? She wondered….

“Yeah, Carl insists, must keep up appearances” she answered tiredly, the drinks and their exertions catching up with her.

“You know, you don’t have to go home” Alice offered almost off hand.

“I don’t?” she asked stupidly.

Alice shook her head and answered “no, you can come home with me. He’s already angry; will he be angrier if you’re even later?”

Deirdre considered for a moment, what it implied, and then said “okay, take me to your place.”

Alice glanced over but in the dim light of the car was unable to see really what the other woman was thinking. She shrugged, ‘take it as it comes’ was what she thought.

She drove down to Marina Del Rey and this time Deirdre was surprised at the pretty little condo they pulled up next to. She hadn’t thought twice about the Porsche she had gotten into and the money it implied but a condo in Marina Del Rey? That said something.

Alice escorted Deirdre inside and flipped on the lights. A pretty little kitchen led to a sunken living room with a view out over the actual Marina with a boat sitting at a private dock. With a flick of a button the drapes and curtains closed automatically. Alice escorted her through the living room to a set of stairs that led to an office, a spare bedroom, a bathroom, and then another set of stairs that led to a loft and a large bedroom with a king sized bed.

“I think I should tell you I have no experience in this, Carl asked but I’ve never…” she left off embarrassed.

“I know it’s okay” the smaller blonde told her, her yellow eyes were glittering now or so Deirdre thought.

“Do you do this often?” Deirdre asked nervously.

Smiling slightly Deirdre shook her head “relax, I’m not going to eat you, at least not yet” she joked.

Deirdre laughed at the crude joke and leaned down to kiss the blonde.

Alice knew what she was doing as she seduced the willing brunette. A desperate abused housewife was prime prey for the likes of Alice. Sure she would like to find love like every other lesbian in that joint but she seemed to attract the desperate, the lonely, or the needy. She rarely found a woman that matched her tastes, her needs, her secret passions. Well, she had NEVER found one that shared her secret passions, but then she knew statistically speaking that she was a rare bird. Meanwhile, she had a willing woman in her arms, knew what she was doing, and was going to enjoy her while it lasted.

Deirdre was surprised how gentle Alice was. Her lips were so soft, so delicious as they kissed her, softly prying open her mouth to hesitantly thrust her tongue inside to play with her partner’s tongue, to taste the drinks she had earlier, to caress every inch of her tongue, to entice her own tongue to plunge inside her own mouth and taste, caress, and play. She groaned softly when Alice sucked gently on her tongue; it made a corresponding tug in her crotch that had her realizing for the first time in her life how attracted she was to a woman, this woman.

Alice gently began to undress the pretty girl from next door…her oh so innocent looks were a turn on and she unwrapped her from her expensive dress as though she were a delicate flower, a beautiful gift that deserved the respect and adoration that only another woman can offer.

Deirdre wasn’t used to the foreplay that Alice was plying on her. Carl was a selfish man, a selfish lover, and took only what he wanted when he wanted. He wanted it a lot, mostly because he sensed her reluctance and this excited him. In a time when her friends complained how their husbands ignored them, chased younger more beautiful women, and played themselves, she had thought something was wrong with her when her randy husbands advances left her cold. This warmth, this caring, was exquisite and she wasn’t sure how to accept it gracefully.

She didn’t have to worry though; Alice was gentle, generous, and loving. She slipped the dress from her shoulders and the slip followed. Standing there in Victoria’s Secret’s latest apparel she thought it a shame that the brunette’s beautiful breasts looked painfully held up by the push up bra she was wearing. She released the twins from their imprisonment and they spilled into her welcoming face, she kissed, licked, and suckled them passionately, adoring them with her hands, earning an indrawn breath from Deirdre and a groan as she lavished attention on them.

Used to having them grasped painfully by her husband she had become immune to tender play or so she thought and the adoration that Alice was showing on her breasts made her feel beautiful, loved, and wanted, not for what her body could give her partner, but for herself. She began to undress Alice who stopped for a moment to strip off her own dress and underwear and stood there unashamed as Deirdre looked at her in astonishment.

Hidden under that dress were two large mammaries, looking incredible on the petite blonde. She stood there unembarrassed, proud, and sexy…

They came together and Alice quickly stripped the thong from Deirdre’s slender body, kissing her way south as she stood there, her hands clutching at Alice in a need that only the blonde could fulfill. Alice stood back up and forcefully held her close, feeling her body against her own, letting the woman feel another woman’s body against her for the first time. Slowly she maneuvered her back against one of the walls and moved her hands up and down the brunette’s body, arousing her with heated caresses, kissing her deeply, passionately, and deliberately, enjoying the feel of her body against her.

Deirdre sobbed into her mouth, not used to her own passion being aroused, used to being taken, and while that had seemed exciting at one time, she could no longer remember what it was like to have someone taking the time to excite her, to arouse her, to take the time on her.

Alice reached up and down the slender girl’s body, squeezing her ass gently, pulling her hips closer to her own. They were not matched in height but it was to her benefit, her body fit right against the shaved Hollywood wife’s V and she used her body to seduce, to rub enticingly, suggestively, erotically against the taller woman. She had her trapped against the wall and as she sensed her legs wanted to give out, to fall to the floor, or better yet the huge bed that took up the center of the room, she used every advantage she had against the brunette, to their mutual benefit. Long, deep, and passionate kisses were getting the brunette aroused; Alice’s hands were enjoying the feel of her slender body. She raised one of Deirdre’s legs and wrapped it around the curve of her own hip which widened the gap between her legs, left her unbalanced on one leg, and it left her strangely vulnerable and dependent on the petite blonde. She teased with her hand caressing lower, making the brunette’s body beg to be touched there, where her legs came together, and sensing her need in her body’s reaction to her teasing. Unconsciously the brunette needed to be f’d, to be royally screwed by Alice’s fingers, to be fulfilled by what she and only she could give her. Alice’s body began to dance against her, thrusting slightly as she imitated what Deirdre needed but not fulfilling her, not yet. Her hands teased around her hips, her ass, her lower stomach until Deirdre was mewing into her mouth, looking for that fulfillment and Alice touched along her mound feeling her way towards the wetness she knew was waiting for her.

Deirdre needed whatever Alice was willing to give her. Her body was so relaxed from the alcohol she had consumed but she had recovered enough that she knew she wanted this petite blonde, that for the first time in her life she craved a woman’s touch, that she wanted to be royally f’d by a stranger…her body was screaming out for an orgasm, one given to her by someone other than herself. For years her husband had taken his without a thought for her own and her body craved the release that was very different from self-service, that another human being gave you, that allowed you to let go in a way that didn’t require the concentration of doing it to yourself. She let her body take over; to tell Alice that she needed her, wanted her, and was her’s for the taking.

Alice knew exactly what she was doing to the inexperienced housewife; she was a connoisseur of beautiful woman flesh. She understood unwritten body clues better than this woman, or most men could understand. She had made a career out of it, but then in her line of work it was necessary to observe more than the average person did. She knew it was a sickness sometimes but other times, like now, it was a benefit she was going to take advantage of. She wasn’t going to question her gifts; she was going to take advantage of them.

Slowly, deliberately she had the taller woman’s body begging to be taken, she played with her victim as she unconsciously sent off ‘f me’ signals. She began to caress, circling closer to the core of this woman who she held so easily against her wall, her body simulating what she wanted so badly as she thrust gently against her, her fingers taunting her flesh with what they could give, would give, would take gladly. Her fingers ‘casually’ brushed against her lover’s bald lower lips as her upper lips sucked, caressed, and teased at the taller woman’s mouth which was whining against her in supplication, asking, no begging for release. With the casual brush she could tell the woman couldn’t take much more and she deliberately parted those lower lips and sought for the button another woman knows instinctively. The woman’s body bucked beneath her hand. She immediately could feel a small amount of wetness that leaked out on the button. Her fingers pressed lightly. Deirdre whimpered for more. Alice decided to let her out of her misery despite her own need to play with her food.

Deirdre was on fire, she couldn’t, wouldn’t be able to stand there much longer, if not for the wall against her back she would have fallen already. The blonde couldn’t support her much longer but with her leg wrapped around Alice she ached to feel her touch her, to relieve this awful, wonderful need that was rising inside her. She clutched at her lover, feeling her hands run through her blonde hair, along her shoulders, her nails curling into her shoulders, unconsciously digging in as she felt feelings and emotions she hadn’t dealt with in years. She let Alice know in a million different ways that she wanted her, wanted what she could give her, what she badly needed.

Alice didn’t leave her waiting anymore. She took the palm of her hand and deliberately pushed against her mound as her finger spread the nether lips and felt her wetness fully. Her own leg and mound were already becoming wet by the taller women as she dripped down from between her legs. Alice’s fingers played with it only momentarily as they bypassed the obvious button engorged and waiting to be pressed, tweaked, and rubbed. She plunged first one and then two and then amazingly three into the tight passage plunging immediately using the heel of her hand against the button standing so erect, causing friction and pressure that Deirdre immediately responded to.

“Oh my gawd” Deirdre cried when she had a moment of air as Alice ravished her mouth, her body, and released her lips to kiss, nibble, and suck along her jaw towards her ear.

Alice returned to her mouth as she f’d the willing brunette, plunging inside over and over, her hand and arm pistoning inside her victim, using the heel of her hand to twist and grind against Deirdre’s clit. The combination soon had the taller woman crying out and bucking against her in the first of her orgasms. Alice didn’t let up until she had wrung a second one before she pushed the leg of her confused victim down off her body and pivoted her around and pushed her down on the large bed waiting for them as she lowered herself immediately on top of Deirdre. She impatiently pushed between her legs capturing the still erect clit of the surprised brunette in her mouth and ravishing her further to higher highs, she threw Deirdre’s legs over her shoulders and licked and sucked her way as her fingers returned and f’d her victim harder and more enthusiastically.

Deirdre rose off the bed in an arch that predicated an ear shattering orgasm. She grabbed the bedclothes in her fists as her body arched unnaturally at the attack on her clit and vagina “AhhhhHH” she screeched out as she bucked against Alice’s mouth enjoying the third and mind shattering orgasm.

Alice could barely hold on, Deirdre was so wet, she felt the woman ejaculate against her chin and chest and slowly she let her come down from the incredible high that while alcohol had started it, Alice had finished it satisfactorily for them both. She crawled up the slender woman’s body and began to hump against her, spreading her legs over both sides of the woman’s hips so her mound ground down on the brunette’s own soused one, combining their juices made Alice even more excited than she had been.

As Deirdre became aware of herself again she wrapped her arms around the lush blonde and caressed her to the best of her ability, encouraging her, having no idea how to help her achieve what she obviously needed. She was fascinated to see the yellow eyes glow as Alice’s lids opened and shut and she ground her mound against Deirdre’s satisfied body. Deirdre could feel the hair from Alice’s manicured but not shaven mound and she could feel the wetness between her own legs combining with Alice’s as she ground and thrust against her.

“Oh, oH, OHHH” Alice let out as she came against her satisfactorily. It wasn’t the best orgasm she had ever had but she had enjoyed herself enough. She ground for a while longer knowing she could have had a second but was satisfied with the first. Sometimes a second was just that, a second and not nearly as fulfilling as just enjoying her partner’s satisfaction. She slowly came down and panted against the brunette, finally she rolled to her side and when she got her breath back she looked over and asked concerned “are you okay?”

Deirdre looked at her in almost shock and nodded. She swallowed a few times before asking “you have to ask?” and then grinned. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time. She felt no guilt for some reason and Alice had been generous in what she had done to her, for her, she leaned down and kissed the blonde and said a heartfelt “thank you.”

Alice smiled, she understood. Gently she caressed the other woman, calming her overheated body, enjoying the post coital bliss that they were both having, feeling small spasms of pleasure still coursing through her satisfied body.

As she caressed the brunette she examined her closer, noting distinct differences in their bodies, enjoying those differences, enjoying the feel of her body relaxed against her. She saw the various bruises in numerous states of healing, from the dark black ones, to the lighter green and browns, to the red and fading ones, all were in unobtrusive spots where her clothing wouldn’t reveal them, but maximized the punishment his fists must inflict.

Occasionally a caress had Deirdre flinching slightly but she ignored it, the hands felt too good to her starved body, she didn’t want Alice to stop, she couldn’t see the now glowing yellow eyes that were angry, deeply, and chillingly livid at the bruises she could now see. Slowly she stilled her roving hands. Propping her head up on the other woman’s shoulder she said softly “come on, we both need a quick shower, I better be getting you home.”

“He is going to be so angry” Deirdre fretted as Alice walked her to the Porsche later. The lovemaking, the shower, and a cup of coffee had her thinking straight again. She laughed in her own frightened mind at the phrase ‘thinking straight.’

Alice held her hand and stopped her next to the Pearl colored Porsche “hey, let me handle it, okay?”

Deirdre looked down at her; they were both dressed in the same dresses as before, their makeup touched up from their intense lovemaking and the quick shower that had washed away their passion and sweat, she wondered what the petite blonde could possibly do. “You don’t understand, I should have left with my friends when he called…”

Alice took up her other hand and silenced her with it, one finger against her lips, slightly swollen from the intensity of their passion. “Trust me; I know how to deal with irate men. Let me tell you, it’s a specialty of mine” she confided with a smile.

“But” Deirdre began confused, wondering what the petite blonde could possibly do to keep Carl from hurting her over her tardiness. She had glanced at her cell and saw three missed calls from him already.

“Give me your cell” Alice reached out her hand for it.

Deirdre handed it to her with a questioning look in her eyes.

“Is this insured?” she asked as she looked up at her. At Deirdre’s nod she very deliberately threw it to the pavement where it immediately shattered.

“What the hell?” Deirdre asked in consternation.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Deirdre, that man who jostled you when we were going to the car broke your phone” she intoned in a false voice and looked intently at Deirdre to see if she would catch on.

Deirdre broke out in a grin. She didn’t care at all about the broken cell but realized that Alice had provided her with a plausible excuse for not getting his calls. And then she had another thought and her face fell again “he will ask why I didn’t use yours.”

Alice helped her into the front seat of the Porsche, tucking her in, and handed her the now shattered phone to hold. “I left my phone at home” she flicked her head at the condo they just left and grinned.

Deirdre laughed but didn’t know if she could lie convincingly to her husband as Alice got in behind the wheel of the expensive car. “That doesn’t explain the time lapse though, he will question my friends.”

Alice started the engine, it purred and she put it into gear and it could have roared but she held her foot off the gas so her neighbors wouldn’t hear its engine. “Well, I’m sorry the AAA guys couldn’t get to us quicker but apparently they were super busy tonight with car accidents and a changed tire was the least of their priorities. After all, try to find a pay phone nowadays…” she once again intoned in a false voice and then exchanged a grin with the now delighted Deirdre.

It really was plausible that AAA had taken awhile and Alice was right, finding a pay phone these days was impossible. Those little boxes along the highway weren’t on the regular roadways either. She relaxed marginally, she knew it was inevitable that she was in for it but it didn’t hold the terror she had earlier. The lies bought her a margin of credibility, a margin that might mean the difference from being berated or beaten.

“So how did you meet Carl?” Alice asked her casually as they drove along. There was nothing innocent about the question though. She drew out Deirdre as they drove. She learned a lot more about Deirdre than Deirdre learned about her. She never shared much more than her body. She knew better. Intimacy, physical intimacy was one thing, letting anyone in her head or her life too much was another.

Deirdre found once again that Alice was easy to talk to. She asked leading questions and learned a lot about Deirdre, much more than she intended. She didn’t know if it was the fact that they had shared so much in a relatively short time, and she had enjoyed herself immensely, but she felt comfortable with Alice. She confided a bit more with her than she had with anyone in a long time.

Alice listened intently; she was already forming plans in her mind. The lies that they now would share with Carl were the beginning, well, she admitted wryly, the lovemaking actually had been the beginning but her eyes glittered as she anticipated possible plans and what they could mean for both of them.

Deirdre directed her through the confusing hills that meant they were in Beverly Hills, they were let into one of the exclusive canyons and quickly rose and wove through them to another set of gates that opened under Alice’s fingers on the keypad. Deirdre could feel her anxiety returning but felt a little braver with the smaller blonde beside her. As they pulled up in front of the large mansion she released her seat belt and took a deep breath.

“It will be okay, let me handle this” Alice told her.

Strangely, Deirdre wasn’t questioning that the blonde could handle this, but then she didn’t know Carl and how powerful he was. They got out of the Porsche and walked to the front door. Deirdre hadn’t even finished putting her key into the lock when the door was yanked open and a tall man stood there glowering at her. “Where the HELL have you been?” he asked ominously.

Alice assessed him as he hadn’t seen her straightaway. Large, confident, and handsome, he was a stereotype in this city of stereotypes: money, good looks, and power corrupt. Deirdre had told her that he was an investment banker for one of the larger firms in Beverly Hills, she recognized the name. Access to millions of dollars made him very wealthy with what he could turn that money into. She had been bought as a trophy wife, someone he could mold to his needs; her needs didn’t enter into the equation. She was provided with a roof over her head, a place to lay it, and a bed to spread her legs for him. Alice smiled and pushed herself forward with her hand outstretched. No bully wants his behavior observed by the casual observer. “Hello, I’m Alice Weaver” she said brightly.

He blinked for a moment, the rage in his eyes subsiding as he realized he did have an audience. His perfectly smooth persona returned in an instant and he took her proffered and delicate little hand. “Carl Spaulding” he returned the greeting charmingly. He glanced beyond her at the Pearl Porsche noting its expensive coloring and style. It immediately registered in his mind that this woman had money, a lot of it by the looks of her car, and while her name rang no bells, one never knew and he immediately began to tread carefully.

“I’m sooo sorry for the delay in getting Deirdre home,” her voice oozed sincerity “it’s entirely MY fault” she smiled enchantingly. Using her momentary hand hold to her advantage she squeezed slightly, meaningfully, as she smiled up at him using her other hand to bring it up and engulf his much larger one in its caress, sending unconscious signals to his brain.

“Your fault?” he repeated as she released his hand, it tingled a little but he dismissed that in his mind, the squeeze though had been more than a courteous hand shake and he realized that as he examined the strange woman.

“Yes, I need to get new tires” she pointed over her shoulder with her thumb at the Porsche. “We left the club to meet you and on our drive back here I got a flat. AAA took forever but then it’s Saturday night, I’m sure they had a lot of accidents tonight” she lied convincingly looking him straight in the eye, knowing a man such as Carl would appreciate this, in his business dealings, in personal dealings. If she looked away he would have doubted her tale, her integrity. He didn’t know her and her confident manner fooled him.

He glanced at his wife, satisfied that she looked chastised and frightened. It fed his ego to know she cow-towed to him. That she obeyed his every command. “That’s what happened?” he asked her as she nodded, not daring to speak. “What about your cell?” he quickly asked hoping to catch her in he knew not what but not quite accepting everything at face value.

“I dr dropped it” she said in a quavering voice. It was just enough for him to believe her, to snort derisively at her clumsiness.

“You broke it? Again?” he asked sarcastically.

Deirdre held up the shattered phone to show him.

“We’ll discuss this inside” he said shortly, dismissively.

“Let’s do” Alice said taking charge again and much to Carl’s surprise he found himself leading her in on his arm into the foyer of his home. “Deirdre and I met tonight and I think it was fate” she smiled up at the handsome man, so sure of himself and his allure. She was going to use that against him.

“Fate?” he asked unsure, he was still trying to figure out how she had come to be standing in his home.

Deirdre followed and watched as Alice expertly manipulated Carl, astounded how easily she had done it thus far and on such short acquaintance.

Alice smiled; she knew her abilities and used them unmercifully on men and women such as Carl. “Yes, fate, you know the club we met at tonight?” she asked guessing that the two women who had been with Deirdre had told him, to get Deirdre in trouble perhaps, but she was going to turn it around on them, on him.

“Yes, and that’s another thing…” he began as he looked ominously at Deirdre who suddenly looked frightened again.

“Well, Deirdre and I hit it off you know…” Alice interrupted smoothly and with enough insinuation that Carl’s attention was captured.

Deirdre gasped slightly, was Alice going to tell him they had sex?

Alice licked her generous lips and looked enticingly up at the attractive man “yes, and she confided that you might be interested in meeting me.”

This had Carl’s full attention at the innuendo “she approached you?” he scoffed looking at his mouse of a wife for confirmation. She looked miserable enough and uncomfortable enough that he knew there was no way she would do what this blonde was telling him.

“Well, no, but as she was waiting for her friends she mentioned that I might be your type and as I had approached her…” she left off to see if he was following her train of thought. He began to examine her from head to toe and she knew she had a nibble on the line. “She didn’t exactly say so with so many words but I got the impression we could ALL be GREAT friends…” she smiled again. He finished his examination and it was obvious by the look in his eye that he liked the package she presented. The nice dress, the petite but complete curvaceous body, all of it was designed to present a nice little package to the appreciative. He was a connoisseur.

In his own way Carl was a male whore, he used his looks, his body whenever, wherever he needed to, to make the deal, to bed the women he desired, when he wanted. What did it matter if he made millions off of the deal from bedding bored women, from enjoying beautiful bodies, he didn’t care that he had a wife at home to fulfill his every desire. He enjoyed the unusual; he had fantasized like a lot of men of bedding more than one. He had of course fulfilled that fantasy several times with more beautiful women than this but the offer implied his wife would be participating. He had suggested it many times; he liked the idea of having two women servicing him, at his command but his prude of a wife had refused over and over again. In his immediate lust he assumed many things. He looked over at her and said “why now?” he didn’t just trust this strangers version, his wife wouldn’t lie to him, she wouldn’t dare, she knew too well the consequences of crossing him.

“Well, look at her” she said bravely following Alice’s lead, she couldn’t believe how Alice had manipulated this, had changed what could have been a fatal mistake on her part.

Carl suddenly smiled and Deirdre nearly expired on the spot. It was his pleased smile, the one he got when he closed a multi-million dollar deal and needed immediate sexual gratification, the one she was expected to comply with. She quavered at the thought; he would be hard on her at this moment. “Well, well well,” he intoned pleased.

Alice smiled too, as though she was equally pleased at the thought “I thought the three of us could get to know one another, it will help when the time comes” she emphasized “that way we all know the score.”

Carl was suddenly suspicious again “the time comes?”

Alice laughed as though he had made a joke “well, I don’t fall into bed with just any couple you know,” just that statement had him assured that she was experienced in this sort of thing “but Deirdre described you glowingly and I wanted to meet you. Having done so, I’m sure the three of us will have a wonderful time, exploring” she hesitated at the word to emphasize it “and getting to know one another” she smiled at the double meaning of her words as she looked him up and down as thoroughly as he had her.

Carl had to agree. He liked the idea, he liked what Alice implied. She leaned towards him and he bent down as she placed a smooth kiss on his lips. Capturing them she quickly manipulated them into a passionate embrace right there in front of his wife.

Deirdre looked on incredulous. She should mind, she really should but strangely she didn’t. She looked on inured to her husband’s passionate embrace with another woman. A woman she had just met last night and had amazing and passionate sex with. The only thing that actually bothered her was that she had enjoyed the kisses of this woman and resented him kissing HER!

This woman really KNEW how to kiss, thought Carl as he enjoyed her charms. Her body pressed against his own was an intriguing promise of things to come, he could feel her pillowy breasts pressing against them and wondered how they would feel in his hands as he squeezed them hard and pulled on the nipples.

Alice let Carl experience enough to know that he wouldn’t be dissatisfied when they consummated this relationship and she slowly, reluctantly pulled back with a smile and a gentle pat on his cheek. He backed away with a look in his eyes that told her he was on the hook.

She leaned over and gave Deirdre an equally passionate kiss much to the brunette’s obvious surprise. Carl saw how awkward it looked for his wife and assumed it was because she had never been kissed by another woman. The thought of this masterful blonde having his wife aroused him further as he watched.

“Good night” Alice said softly to Deirdre with a little smile that only the two of them understand. Carl didn’t see the tender look on her face towards Deirdre and her ‘good night’ was polite. She looked up at him as she made her way to let herself out of the house “we will be in touch” she grinned.

Carl looked after the well put together blonde, there was something about her but he dismissed it with his lust engaged. He glanced at his cautious wife who was looking like a deer in the headlights, waiting for his pronouncement. He smiled “well, that is a nice surprise” he complimented her shocking her further. He turned away and began to head up the stairs “a nice surprise indeed” he said as he glanced back to make sure she was following along “you did good, very good” he emphasized meaningfully.

Deirdre was astonished at this turn of events. She didn’t know how Alice had done it but what had been a certain beating had turned around completely. Carl was pleased. He was very pleased. And while Deirdre didn’t know about a three some, she knew Carl would love it. She decided that having sex with two people at the same time was a small price to pay for her indiscretion that evening as she followed Carl upstairs.

“I thought you’d never contact me again” Deirdre said as she welcomed Alice into the house a few days later.

Alice leaned over and kissed her hello. “I had work to do” she smiled.

“Carl gave me quite a gift for finding you” Deirdre enthused gesturing to the emerald necklace she was now sporting.

Alice admired it, it was a nice piece. The emeralds were connected by diamonds, a very nice piece if you could afford it. Carl Spaulding could afford it according to Alice’s research. That was the work that she had to do that had kept her away the past few days. She now had Carl’s credit report, financials, and even as a bonus his tax statements over the past few years. She was good and thorough in her investigations and now knew how much Carl was worth down to the dollar, pound, and ruble. She knew that he played in the big leagues, had foolishly and arrogantly left no will, and was a shrewd and trusted businessman in the community. She also knew a little more of the salacious gossip about the man, he was a man of varied and expensive tastes, he enjoyed power, women, and money and not necessarily in that order. He had covered up many indiscretions with money and that power. Women were easy prey to his charms. Men admired his prowess and brilliance and both threw money at his schemes that garnered both him and his bank millions. Already she had invested heavily in his bank in a manner that assured her great profits. “Nice” she complimented Deirdre.

“Carl has begun to become annoyed at the delay” she told Alice worriedly.

Alice smiled, he was anxious was he? He would have to learn patience she thought nastily, he would learn from a master if she had her way. “That’s why I’m here, I realized I didn’t have your phone number and hoped you wouldn’t mind me just showing up?”

“I nearly died when the security booth called up to ask if it was okay to let you through” Deirdre confided, she was thrilled to see the blonde, delighted that she had ‘just shown up’, and relieved that Carl would stop pestering her. “I got a new phone” they shared a laugh.

Alice smiled again as they sat down in the sitting room. She looked around. This was not a room that had been decorated by Deirdre Spaulding. Everything reeked wealth and a sophistication that she knew Deirdre didn’t have, not yet, but someday she might. Her investigation had included getting to know Deirdre. She now knew that the little girl who grew up by Mt. Shasta, CA had gone to school in San Francisco on an athletic scholarship and met the wunderkind that would be Carl Spaulding, he had chosen her out of the hundreds of women who had thrown themselves at his good looks. She had been so honored that he chose her that she let him do whatever he wanted with her, to her, and mold her into the woman she was today. Unfortunately that woman was a coward who chafed at his derision, cowered at his power over her, and had no confidence in herself because he had worn it down over the years. His good looks and money had killed any feelings she had harbored for him, they were a lie for the evil that inhabited his soul. “That’s why you are going to invite me to dinner” she told the brunette.

Deirdre swallowed in alarm “so soon?” She didn’t know if she was prepared for what was obviously on the agenda.

Alice laughed, delighted as she shook her head “no, no, not at all, this is just a way for the three of us to get to know one another better. We can wait to consummate our relationship until much later” she told the alarmed housewife.

Deirdre relaxed. She hadn’t known if she could go through with what Alice and now Carl had planned. Carl was so enthused at her find that not only had he gifted her with the expensive emerald necklace she now sported (a repossession from the bank, btw) but he had actually been treating her relatively well for the past few days, but his impatience was beginning to show. She enjoyed her visit with Alice, talking with her until the housekeeper came in and she ordered dinner for the three of them. They visited until Carl came home at seven.

Carl was delighted to see the pearl colored Porsche in his driveway. He had asked his wife repeatedly when they would be seeing the petite blonde again and her evasive answers were beginning to annoy him. He had become greatly excited at the idea of subjecting both his wife and the curvaceous blonde to his obvious male superiority. It had aroused him repeatedly at work and he had taken it out on Gina in accounting, bending her over her desk and taking her hard against it. She had enjoyed it immensely but wondered what had gotten into him. It was a momentary diversion for him. He dismissed it as a release of the tensions building up in his loins, the anticipation of bedding both his wife and her new friend Alice. Seeing her car made him have a spring in his step as he returned from garaging his Jaguar.

“Hello?” he called as he came in the door and put down his suitcase.

“We’re in here Carl” Deirdre called falsely, immediately feeling tension.

“We’re on” Alice said quietly giving Deirdre a smile of encouragement.

“Well look who’s here” Carl boomed as he walked in to see Alice sitting there drinking tea with his wife.

“Yes, Alice came by for dinner” Deirdre said, still a little nervous of her husband.

Alice put down her tea cup and stood up to greet Carl and give him a little peck on the mouth in greeting. He took advantage of the moment to crudely caress her ass, massaging it roughly. She was annoyed at the lack of subtly but let it pass, nothing showing in her yellow brown eyes.

“Dinner will be in a few minutes” Deirdre said as she stood up.

Carl let Alice go with another grope, this time ‘accidentally’ brushing against her breast. He turned to his wife, well pleased with their dinner guest and gave her an obligatory kiss. Hers wasn’t as passionate as Alice’s but then she was actually relieved wondering if perhaps Alice was playing with fire.

Throughout dinner Carl exerted himself to be charming. Alice was equally so. She was intelligent, witty, and sharp tongued. Enough to keep Carl intrigued. When he scoffed at her profession as a day trader, she pointed out a much talked about deal that only insiders knew about and pointed out that she was the master mind behind the scheme, she knew that Carl would know about it in his profession, and name dropping never hurt. This garnered not only Carl’s attention but reluctant admiration. Money impressed him as nothing else. He eagerly anticipated bedding her but she pointed out that like a fine wine these things were meant to be savored, you didn’t gulp a 100 year old burgundy, you researched it, you got to know it intimately. Instead of being annoyed he was intrigued, titillated, and found he didn’t resent the wait, he actually loved her double entendre. Having her under him and at his mercy eventually would make it all worth the while.

Alice counted the night a success. She had kept Carl intrigued, and eagerly waiting to bed her. She had included Deirdre without making it too obvious that Carl treated her horribly, derisively, and like a servant to his unending needs. She had spent the late afternoon bolstering Deirdre’s ego and the evening stroking Carl’s.

They got to know each other over the next weeks as Alice studied them, learned little things that helped her with her plans. Carl was becoming impatient but once Alice had set a date for their threesome he calmed down. They had set some ‘rules’ in place for the much anticipated night together, safety words and other ideas to make it comfortable for all of them. What he didn’t know is that the afternoons she came early to get to know Deirdre she made mind blowing love to the woman, captivating her closer, making Deirdre fall in love with her, willing to do anything that Alice wanted. She also bolstered the fragile woman’s ego, teaching her to stand on her own two feet, to become the woman she had been before Carl got a hold of her. She spent the few nights she ate dinner with them letting Carl be masterful over his ‘females’ and encouraging him towards what he was sure would be a night to remember. He anticipated more than a night though; he expected a series of days of debauchery and lechery to his hearts content.

In the meantime Alice spent her mornings and most days putting chess pieces in place for the night in question. She dressed carefully for it, arriving later in the afternoon but holding off Deirdre and her amorous advances. “Now now, leave that for later, you want to convince Carl that we are new at this don’t you?”

“God that pig wouldn’t know a good F if he had it handed to him on a silver platter” Deirdre complained. Since knowing Alice she had learned a lot about making love, she had learned a lot about herself. She felt so much more confident in her sexuality and while she wasn’t sure she wanted to be a lesbian she knew she was in love with the petite blonde, perhaps for the first time in her life, but she also sensed that Alice was elusive, she didn’t share much, she certainly didn’t tell Deirdre that she loved her but she showed in so many ways that she cared, that she enjoyed her body. Deirdre was under no illusions about how the woman might react to a declaration of love from her and kept it to herself.

“Madam?” the housekeeper came into the sitting room where they were enjoying tea.

Deirdre looked up wondering why she had come in; dinner had been ordered two hours ago, they were waiting for Carl before serving it. Alice looked up as well.

“There is a police officer at the gate” she said in her upper crust tones.

Deirdre looked absolutely surprised “a police officer?” she asked.

“Yes, he said he needed to speak with you, shall I let him in?” she asked.

“Yes, of course, let him in” Deirdre dismissed her and turned to Alice “what the heck is that about?”

Alice shrugged shaking her head but she knew, her gut told her. She felt a curious little sensation begin to hum inside of her, her yellow eyes began to gleam, she suppressed her gleeful emotions though. Now was not the time.

The housekeeper showed not one but two officers into the well-appointed sitting room. Deirdre rose graciously and walked towards the officers, behind her Alice rose as well and looked on. She knew these were not police officers but county sheriff’s officers; it was a different kettle of fish.

“Officers, I’m Deirdre Spaulding, what can I do for you?”

Both men removed their hats immediately out of respect for the women. The first one apparently was going to speak for both of them. “Ma’am, I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you that there was an accident today, your husband Carl was fatally injured.” He gulped, he hated having to tell wives these things but someone had to. He glanced around the room and noticed the attractive blonde standing near the couch.

“Carl?” she said wonderingly “no, there must be some mistake” she smiled charmingly “we’re expecting him for dinner” she gestured towards Alice.

The officer shook his head. One of the things they always looked for was the reaction of the remaining spouse; it told them a lot immediately about the situation. This one was in immediate denial. “No ma’am, there was a car accident, he crashed his car, I’m sorry to tell you he didn’t survive.”

Deirdre stood there in absolute shock. A strange worm of relief began to flourish in her but it was so far down that she didn’t notice it. She stared at the officer as if he had grown horns.

Alice came up behind her and put her arm around her. “Deirdre, let’s sit down, I’m sure the officers have more to tell you.”

Deirdre let her lead her back to the settee and sat there numbly. Alice gestured to the two officers to sit across from them on the other couch. They sat with their hats in their hands looking around where the two women had obviously been drinking tea.

Swallowing noisily the spokesman for the two of them started again. “It was obviously an accident, there will of course be a coroner’s report to rule out drugs or anything else” he began.

“He would hate that” Deirdre interrupted in a monotone.

“Hate what?” Alice asked before the cop could, it was a way to take control of the situation.

“An autopsy, he would hate that a stranger was cutting him open” she said as she began to shudder in reaction to the news.

Alice had an arm around her and put her other around her as well to gather her close.

“I’m sorry but it’s necessary to prove he wasn’t on drugs” the officer put in.

Deirdre laughed a short bark and said shaking her head, the tears began in her eyes “if you knew Carl you would know how he detested drugs and drug users.”

The officers nodded to acknowledge her statement and filed it away in their minds for their report later. The spokesman for them both reached into his chest pocket for two cards that he put on the coffee table between them, next to the tea service tray. “If you need anything, you can call me. The preliminary investigation and witnesses are pointing to an accident, a tragic one, we will let you know when you can claim the body and have a funeral home pick it up.”

“Oh gawd” she moaned, the enormity of it was beginning to hit Deirdre. Alice held her reassuredly, holding her own composure although her face was a mask of concern for her friend.

The officers noted her and asked “and who are you ma’am.”

“I’m Alice Weaver, I’m a friend of both the Spauldings” she told them with perfect truth.

Never for a moment did they doubt her as she held the grieving and now sobbing woman in her arms.

Again the officer swallowed noisily “we will be in touch ma’am and as I said, contact me if you need anything or have any questions.” Both of the officers rose from where they were sitting, relieved to be getting the hell out of the expensive house. It was bad enough to uphold the law but to have to face grieving widows and tell them their beloved husband was dead was a horrible part of the job.

Deirdre never heard them as she sobbed into Alice’s arms “but he was coming home for dinner” she said unnecessarily to the blonde.

The officers had no reason to question Deirdre’s sincere grief.

Alice watched them leave, relieved to have them gone. She didn’t trust cops. They asked too many questions sometimes. That night she held Deirdre as she sobbed out her grief, her relief at having Carl gone, and the guilt over her relief, she subsided in the early morning hours as Alice watched over her friend.

Alice was an excellent friend to the bereaved widow over the next few days. Condolences began to come in droves, expensive flower arrangements were everywhere. Alice helped direct things for her friend. She drove her to Carl’s lawyer’s office and pretended surprise that there was no will. The state would take a large chunk of the estate since he had died intestate. The remaining chunk though was considerable and Carl had investments and property in place that assured the widow plenty of money in her coming years. Alice drove her to Carl’s offices, helped her deal with the sugar sweet and two faced condolences of his co-workers and bosses. Already an audit was going in for his accounts and monies. On Alice’s advice, Carl’s lawyer, and now Deirdre’s, was looking to protect as much of Carl’s and now apparently Deirdre’s assets as possible. Carl had been a rising star at his job, a silent stock holder who if he had wanted could have eventually been a partner, his holdings were astounding, but then Alice knew that, it just took direction to send the lawyer on the right course. Packing up his office took no time at all, the files had already been rifled through, there was a couple of plants that Deirdre had no desire to take, and a framed photograph of a much younger and happier couple, Carl and Deirdre in their early days before he turned into the monster he had become, before money and power corrupted him.

Alice helped her go to the funeral parlor to arrange the funeral, a necessarily evil before the body would be cremated. She had convinced Deirdre there was no point in letting the man take up real estate and his body interred in an urn would suffice. The outpouring of clients and friends for Carl Spaulding was amazing, but them he was an important man, a powerful man, and knew many people. Alice took a discrete step back and let the now more confident Deirdre handle this part. She slowly released her grip on her friend, bolstered her with encouragement, but slowly she took a back seat. Deirdre’s two friends had become suspicious at her interest in their friend, after all the women had met in a lesbian club. That Alice was still around after all these weeks made them wonder at their relationship. If Carl hadn’t bragged to his buddies that he was about to bed both his wife and the apparently bi-sexual Alice there would have been a quiet scandal and Deirdre would have suffered. Deirdre though wisely realized these two ‘friends’ were a subtle way to keep her in line with Carl and his buddies, equally controlling men of their wives, who voluntarily allowed these types of men to treat them in this fashion in exchange for a life that few could imagine. Deirdre slowly distanced herself from these types of people, she no longer needed them in her life, and she no longer had Carl controlling the purse strings, controlling her and who her friends were.

Alice let herself into her condo after the funeral and immediately went to her office and her laptop. She opened it and typed in an encoded password. She also had the pad for a thumbprint to ensure no one could ever break into the machine. She quickly pulled up the information she was looking for, satisfied that things were going her way. She checked the figures, and then double checked them, and sent a quiet command that would slowly sell off the mass of stocks that would now begin to rise again since the boy wonder of the banking world was buried. They had dipped quite low when his death was announced and Alice had bought large chunks of the stock planning for this moment. She had used the occasion of Carl’s death to place her in a strategic position that allowed for vast profits, her profits; she looked satisfied as her blocks of stock were eagerly gobbled up as a greedy public began to buy the now rising priced options she had bought on spec. She enjoyed knowing that this manipulation had worked out to her pocketbooks benefit.

Remembering Carl’s derision over her being a day trader she saluted herself with a glass of expensive wine over her astute business manipulations of the stocks of the bank, a few of their select customers that she knew about from her investigations, and the fact that by spreading her investments over a wide range of unrelated stocks and bonds she had allayed any suspicions from falling on her shoulders. After all, no one could have anticipated the death of Carl Spaulding could they? She smiled evilly.

Over the next few months as lawyers worked out Carl’s investments and settled his estate, and dealt with the state, Deirdre became more confident in her role as a grieving widow, relieved to have him gone. She relied on Alice for a while but found she didn’t need her so much towards the end. Alice was okay with this; she had anticipated this as well and left Deirdre with a loving smile and a memory that made her stronger, confident, and self-assured. She would survive now. Alice had ensured that in many ways.

~The End~ K’Anne ;-P

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