She entered her apartment, tossing her briefcase onto the couch, and making a beeline to the bedroom for a quick switch; to exchange her work clothes for something much more comfortable. It had been another horrendous day; taxing her nerves, and making her wonder whether she should have chosen a calmer, less stressful profession.
Shucking her gray suit and frilly white blouse, she stood before the mirror for a few moments; fondling her 36-D breasts, her fingers caressing their dark, quarter-sized aeriolas, before wandering down the firm muscles of her stomach to her thatch. God, despite all; she was still one hell of a sexy woman! At forty-three, she could easily rival the bodies of most twenty-year-olds. It was a shame that her husband had abandoned ship; his maleness completely obliterated by her ever-growing success. Poor men; their egos were so fragile, so easily and utterly destroyed.
She turned and headed for her closet, feeling a sudden gust of cool air. And that’s when she noticed it; the broken window, its glass shards strewn across the carpeting! Before she could react, a gloved hand was clamped across her mouth, a voice at her ear, warning, “Keep quiet, or I’ll slit your fucking throat.”
When the hand let up a little, she warbled. “ Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll --- I’ll do anything you say.”
“Fucking A, you will.”
“If you’re looking for money, I -- I have some in my purse”
“Money is a perk for me, lady; I want a hell of a lot more than that.”
“I could write you out a check -- please.”
His hands roamed from her mouth, down over her neck and breastbone to her jugs, cupping and bouncing them in his hands. “I saw you preening in the mirror. You think you’re real hot-shit, don’t you?”
“No, no; I’m really not like that.”
The hands left her breasts and groped their way down the length of her stomach, fingering her navel, before moving on to her snatch.
“I’... Læs hele novellen
