by Rosie Harper
"Let's hope so!" And with that he turned and left. He swiftly made it to the elevator and was gone from her sight. The show had been over in just less than two minutes. She leaves a sigh of relieve, happy that her position was secure. Being a raised Catholic, she made a sign of the cross and thanked her saint for the protection.
She sat easily at her chair and was able to notice the forming perspiration on her body and being a clean freak, she quickly stormed to the bathrooms that were at the far corner of the floor. Trying to keep calm from the melt down that she had almost experienced, she did not notice someone who had been watching her keenly. Brian Mallory bumped head first into Natalie as she was retreating into the restrooms.
Brian had formed a perpetual habit of sneaking into Natalie. It was forming into an obsession with wanting her. He was always coveting her, desperate to get a night with her. But each request of even a drink had been turned down, politely. He could not fathom how she was not charmed or attracted to him, despite his good looks. It was true that Brian was excessively good looking. All the ladies down the floor in the accounts department threw themselves at him. This did not exclude the rich clients who were sent to him on finding exponential finances in their homes. The list included wealthy ladies who were seeking to lease off their expansive villas and mansions. The only thing the girls after him were sure of was that Brian Mallory was, without doubt, the best looking man they had ever seen. He had a tall, athletic body, wavy blond hair, and a face that would have looked great on a movie screen. Mallory blended into the work place routine as though he had been there forever. He was a charmer, and almost from the beginning, the ladies were fighting for his attention. Night after night, the other male workers would watch Mallory disappear into a hotel, inn or motel with a different female colleague. His reputation as a stud was becoming legendary around the work place. One morning, half a dozen of his fellow workers were in the lounge room when Mallory walked in.
"We were just talking about you," one of them said. "You must be exhausted." Mallory grinned.
"It was not a bad night." He had spent the night with two new interns. Grundy, one of the assistants, said,
"You're making the rest of us look like eunuchs, Brian. Isn't there anyone in this building you can’t lay? Mallory laughed,
"I doubt it." Grundy was thoughtful for a moment,
"I'll bet I can name someone."
"Really? Who's that?"
"Natalie Conan." Mallory nodded,
"The white doll. I've seen her. She's very attractive. What makes you think I can’t take her to bed?"
"Because we've all struck out. I don't think she likes men."
"Or maybe she just hasn't met the right one," Mallory suggested. Grundy shook his head. "No. You wouldn't have a chance." It was a challenge.
"I'll bet you're wrong." Brian Mallory hated leaving challenges undone. He therefore did not want to opt out. One way or another, he had to find a way into Natalie’s pants.
Now that she stood before him, she looked amazing. He had seen the unfolding scene between her and Dwayne and was skeptical that she would keep her job. She had been in the company for less than five months and it would be a shame to see her go, now that it was three months since he had dared to sleep with her. Gloria Dench, the British receptionist had been a great fuck but had been pressing for a commitment from him. Therefore, it had been good riddance that she had been fired for insubordination. It had come as a relief that Natalie had been spared. He was sure that she was retreating to cover her discomfort.
“You seem to have woken up with lady luck on your side.” He tried to joke about her befallen ill luck but the punchline had not sufficed. It had been taken as a crude remark.
*****
Vito Gotti Magglionzi was a powerful Cosa Nostra leader and he intended to be feared. He had been head of the mafia for over six years. He was the owner of Transatlantic Import- Export Company. It was his lair where he held his organized crimes. Gotti’s cold eyes were a gambler’s eyes, revealing nothing but taking all. He was always expressionless. Only his voice could betray his true emotions. Today the two men who had made the mistake of revealing the contents of the container in the harbor lay lifelessly in the morgue.
Today had turned down worse and he knew it would get worse if the owner of the consignment came to realize that everything was going downhill. Gotti was a king who ran his fiefdom with bribes, gun and blackmail. He ruled Massachusetts and it paid him obeisance in the form of untold riches. The capos of other families across the country respected him and constantly sought his advice. This included Marcus Orsatti of New Orleans.
It turned out that his malevolent mood was due to the fact that he had caught his mistress on the throws of lovemaking with another bambi. The scene had almost led to him having a severe stroke. Luckily he had survived and gotten back his composure, even before they could utter the common movie line, “It’s not what you think” than he had gotten out his 44 caliber magnum revolver, cocked it and spoke to them in a snigger,
“Being that this is the most powerful handgun in the world, and can blow your head clean-off, you've got to ask yourself one question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?” and with that he drove a single bullet that penetrated in their heads sputtering their skulls and brains on the bed and the walls. It was the last he saw of her. They slumped back on the bed, their nude body clasped and entwined in their disrupted carnal bliss.
As he continued to contemplate his bad luck of the day, he had Dwayne screaming in a towering range. He was always feared but now he had someone he had learnt to fear. The black man was like a charging bull towards a matador. He was feared among the organized crime circles and respected in his business prospects
“What the fuck do I pay you to do? You are worse than all sluts and whore combined!” Dwayne entered the office shrieking in anger. He reached for the small Italian’s throat squeezing it till veins became visible on his forehead. He begun to whiz for air as his face turned a dash of red. It was only after he was subdued by the Italian’s henchmen that he released him, letting him fall on the ornate tiled floor.
The news of the seizure of more than a million dollars’ worth of heroin in his container had reached him through the chief of police. Victor Harley was a friend and a confidant. He was heading towards his vehicle when the call came through. Luckily the container could not be traced to him. Through Vito, he had been able to pass by the officials at the Black Falcon Cruise Terminal. Now the heroin was in the hands of some donut stuffed police department.
“Calm down………”even before Vito could finish, the black man was up on him again,
“Calm down, calm down… who are you to fucking tell me to calm own. What kind of leader are you if you can’t control your men and the go preaching to the fucking police?”
“Come on do,” as he said this, he moved to shield himself from any attack that Dwayne would hull, “I’m taking care of it. Believe me. Drue and Garry have been silenced. They won’t sing to anyone here on earth…”
“You better make sure so or you are going down,” and with that he was gone. He rushed out of the office for fear of doing anything that he would regret. He knew his anger was uncontrollable and he could wreak havoc equivalent to a hurricane.
Aubrey Shisenki was waiting next to the Range Rover when he saw his boss trot hurriedly towards the vehicle. He promptly opened the back door and he rushed in to take the wheel. The vehicle was already roaring and he took off from the basement of the building into the afternoon atmosphere of Massachusetts towards back to the office block.
In the back of the luxury Sports Utility Vehicle, Dwayne was reeling with anger. He knew he should not have trusted a mere mafia kingpin. He did not intend to make that mistake again. Outwards he had been able to cover his true business in a thin veneer of a rapidly expanding real estate business in Massachusetts, Louisiana, Virginia and California. He was also an investor. He had been introduced into the game by a member of The Medellín Car
tel in Colombia. The results were astounding. The cartel was able to gain more than four hundred and twenty million dollars in a week. It was so powerful that even the Colombian government feared it.
He took on the chances offset to him and he had increasingly grown in statute and wealth. Only few knew where he got his pay check.
The drive had finally ended and the vehicle had parked at his exclusive parking slot and the vehicle lay, its engine running in idle. The door opened for him and his driver waiting gingerly for him to step out of the vehicle. As he gathered his thoughts, he tentatively pushed back his predicament and started to collect his thought on the troubled New Orleans offices. Trouble had been brewing for a while now and he knew he had to step in. he always wanted his businesses to be independent from each other with him being solely in control. He hated the idea of all businesses being run by a board or a trolley of managers.
As he was getting of the elevators, the sight that greeted him erased all thoughts away. Natalie sat on her desk, engrossed on her desktop computer. The glass frame of her desk showed that she had been absent minded for she had parted her legs. Her thighs were impressive and inviting. He followed the outline of her legs to her skirt and beneath he could make out the outline of her shaved sex and he felt the hardening of his manhood. He quickly looked away and dispelled all immoral thoughts. He cleared his throat to alert her of her presence which she did awkwardly in a manner that showed she had been startled.
“Oh sorry sir, you have a meeting scheduled for three, that’s half an hour from now.”
“Cancel all meetings for today,”
“Yes, sir”
“And by the way have you had any lunch?” the question had surprised him as he uttered them. But Natalie was the more shocked than he.
“Ahh, not yet, sir”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Was busy finishing up the report that you had asked me to.”
“Ok, leave it and tell Alfred to have the plane ready. I need to leave for New Orleans at five o’clock in the evening.”
“Ok sir. Will that be all?”
“Yes. And you can have the rest of the afternoon off. Aubrey will pick you up at four. So prepare yourself.”
The look on her face was priceless. She was so shocked that she only gaped at the now turning away Dwayne. He had not waited for the stupid question that she was about to ask. He had to laugh at the face she had made when he had told her that. He could visualise, as he sat down his chair the “O” that had formed on her mouth, a mouth he could put to great use.
“What does she know about sex?” he could only imagine how he could have her. Touch her nakedness. Long to fill the shaved pussy he had had a chance to glimpse. He was again by the timid voice, her lack of imagination and her complete pure like innocence. He was sure where this trip would end up. It was a reward he wanted to award himself for the frustrations that had been brought about the incompetence of Vito Gotti and his men. He would sample her like pudding on a buffet table.
*****
The converted Boeing plane, a 737, was cruising at an altitude of thirty five thousand feet over the Great Smokey Mountains National park, inside it on an expansive oak ornamented desk, sat Dwayne Garfield Smith. His train of thought were being interrupted by the prized fish he had scoped from the office. Natalie was wearing a patterned blue cotton dress that fell below the knees. The dress contrasted with her black hair and fair complexion and was radiantly matching her eyes of blue.
Dwayne was trying to fend off all irritations he had, about her apparent lack of social skills. He had tried bringing up social topics, trying to know better but it would not work. Even what she liked and hated, whether she was seeing anybody.
Natalie had grown up mixing with naked strangers who climbed in and out of her mother’s bed.
“They are your uncles,” she had always tried to explain
Most of the men her mother mixed up with were very crude, gross and did not know how to show affection. They usually stayed in varying timelines. Some for weeks, a month or two and some a night, after that they would disappear. When they left, her mother was back to square one, searching for a new man to share a bed with and provide for them
In her youth, Diana Austen, had the looks and beauty of an angel, from which Natalie had inherited. Even as a child, Natalie was stunning to look at, with high cheekbones, white fair complexion, shiny black hair, and thick, long eyelashes. Her young body was nubile with promise.
With the onset of years battering through Diana’s body, she turned fat and her once glorious and wonderfully boned face had become bruised with bitter blows of passing of time. Not being any more beautiful did not mean she was inaccessible. Her body was for every Tom, Dick and Harry. She held one outstanding reputation; she was a very passionate bed partner. Making love was her one gift that time had not robbed her. Rather it had blessed her abundantly. She employed it to please men into bondage, hoping beyond doubt that she was able to buy their love with her body. It did work, but only for short periods of time and before long, all the men she would enslave would be in the high tides, gone like the winds that had brought them.
Diana Austen despised and hated her daughter with a passion. She was always a constant reminder of the only person that she had bequeathed her body and soul to. He was the only man she had gravely been in love with. Natalie’s father was a handsome young sailor who had asked for the gingerly beautiful and young Diana and she had said yes. She never had denied him her body and she eagerly let him seduce her. But he disappeared when she announced that she was carrying the fruit of his seed, and he left her to bear with this curse.
She soon developed a quick and vicious temper, and she took out her vengeance on the child. Any time that Natalie had displeased her, whether truthfully or imaginatively, her mother would hit her and scream,
“You are as foolish as your dad!”
Natalie went to school in Vermon Elementary school, but she had no friends and no playmates. Mothers would refuse to let their children play with her, lest their morals be contaminated. She was an extremely bright student in her class but ever her grades were poor. It was difficult for her to concentrate since she was tired.
Her teachers would admonish her, “You must sleep earlier and get enough sleep if you wish to study and learn well.”
But her exhaustion had nothing to do with getting to bed late. Natalie and her mother shared a small two room shack that was behind Sheridan Medical complex. The girl slept on a couch in a tiny room, with only a thin, worn curtain separating it from the bedroom. She could not dare tell her teachers of the gravely obscene sounds that rocked at night which would keep her awake , listening to her mother’s love making to whomever had popped in on her bed.
When she brought home her report card, her mother would curse her in a scream, “Damn you. These are the cursed grades I knew you would get! You know why, because you are worthless piece of shit. You and your father, stupid I tell you!” And Natalie would try not to cry in a heavily guarded manner, believing every word she said, after all this was her mother, and she presumed she knew best.
Afternoons when school was out she would wander towards the Kenosha sand dunes near the beach, walking through the narrow streets and palm lined walk ways. Past the white washed stone houses, where loving fathers and mothers were with their families. Natalie had an imaginative mind. She had so many playmates but they were all available in her mind. There were beautiful girls and handsome boys, and they invited her to all their parties, where they served wonderful cakes and ice creams. Her imaginary friends were kind and loving, and most of all they saw her as smart. When her mother was not around, she would carry on long conversations with them.
*****
The Mercedes Maybach was waiting for them as they alighted from the aircraft just at Dwayne's private hanger on the smaller Lake Front Airport. As she approached the luxury sedan with her boss in tow she felt a bit ululated by the prestige life that went to some people. Sh
e always wished that she was amongst the lucky few individuals to date a wealthy person. She was still amazed by the abrupt invite to follow her boss over to new Orleans in order to take are of a few issues in the embattled Greystone International Realty and Residential Brokerage firm offices that were here. Power wrangle had been the bone of contention and it was the reason why Mr. Dwayne was here. It was the reason why she was also here. Or was it? She still was asking herself they question. Why her? The company usually sends its Chief Organizing Officer on such errands. But she knew she would find out soon, happily.
Back on the plane, she had been disappointed that she could not offer her very own boss with the companionship that he wanted. She had watched herself as the answers to the social questions about life in general bore him. During the three hour flight she had secretly been coveting on him and he was sure he too was thinking the same. This was mainly by the way he was checking her out by the corner of her eyes. She knew those looks. They were the looks of lust. All her life she had encountered shameless men who listed over her. She never considered herself beautiful but she was away that many people thought of her that way.
Ever since she had taken the position of Dwayne's personal assistant, she had secretly hoped for the day he would take a swing at her. She never cared about the money, but she knew that he'd boss was hot. Only one man had had her and it was her college year in Duke University. Amory had only been the first person to get in between her legs and had quickly become her last. Even though she liked him, she never enjoyed being turned into a woman. Amory was never a good day and had turned her most looked on night of her life info being the most ridiculous. It was there that she never allowed another man in her. She went for dildos and vibrators as her source of suppressing any sexual urges that formed around her.