by Tammy Lewis
Honey
Chapter 1
Firstly, I can’t say I chose this way of life. This way of life,
kind of chose me…
Zipping up my black patent leather, over the knee boots,
trying not to snag my fishnet stockings. I gazed over to see
Marcus, watching me closely from the doorway. His heavy
muscular frame, filling the entirety of the dark space.
“You ready Dom’?” He asked, looking somewhat unamused.
Before I could even answer, his face unchanged, he asked, “do
you really want to do this?”
Standing up from the dresser, repositioning my bra to accent
my greatest features. I walked over to him, looking up and
softly taking his chin in my hand. I replied, “you ask this
every single time, you know that I have to do this.”
Sighing heavily, he instructed, “you know the drill… if the guy
gets too hot and heavy…”
I interrupted, “I call you and you will be there in seconds.”
Reaching up and kissing his cheek, I pleaded, “please, I have
done this so many times before. I know the score. I’ve got
this. I just wish that you wouldn’t worry so much. People will
begin to think that you’re getting soft in your old age.”
Watching his whole demeanour change, a smile swept across
his entire face. Hearing his hoarse voice almost crack, as he
called out “hey, who are you calling old?”
Moments later, checking the guys profile over once again, on the car ride over to the bar. Taking in all of his little tweaks
and quirks, to make sure that the night would be a complete
success. Catching the glare of the neon lights from the bar, in
the corner of my eye. While feeling the car begin to slow down
and pull up outside, it was then I knew we had arrived.
Turning to face me, again Marcus sighed, speaking only to
say, “good luck. I will catch you later, back at the hotel.”
Patting his shoulder, I nodded. Then without another word
spoken, I exited the car and walked in through the bar
entrance.
Head to toe with pure confidence, I seated myself up at the
bar. Sure, that there were a thousand eyes right now, burning
my bare skin through my black lace mini dress. Ordering a
bourbon, straight, I noticed that I had gained the attention of
my subject. Holding my composure, remaining aloof, I heard
someone seat them-self down next to me. Noticing that there
was a young guy seated beside me. Instantly wishing that I
was here under other pretences, because holy hell did this kid
look hot!
Placing his drink down on to the bar before him, I heard him
ask, “can I buy you a drink?”
Trying to show no expression, wanting to let him down
gently, to get back on target. Without making any eye contact,
I replied, “sorry darlin’, but I’m waiting for someone.”
Looking in the opposite direction, catching the glare of the
guy, to why I was actually here. Giving him the look of pure
lust and desire, biting my lower lip, lifting my head slightly,
just so that he could begin to study my neck. Allowing him to
imagine his warm lips on my soft, bare skin. I watched him
begin to walk over, sure that I had gained his full attention.
“Bartender, bourbon, straight,” I heard him call out.
Lifting my glass, to celebrate his choice of poison. I was sure
that his entire focus was fixed on me. Hearing the kid at the
barstool beside me leave, biting my lip hard, I silently
breathed a sigh of relief.
Feeling the guy before me, undressing me with his eyes. I held
my hand out to him, introducing myself, while seducing him
with my eyes.
“Bourbon, great choice! I’m Honey, do you come here often?”
I asked.
Watching his whole face fill with both pure lust and desire,
sure that I had read his profile correctly. Tom, 27, investment
broker, bourbon drinker, enjoys the company of trashy
confident women, with a splash of kinky undertones.
Taking my hand, he stated, “hey, I’m Tom. Most nights after
work, I join some of the guys from the office for a stiff drink.
This place is usually dead. Though tonight, I am really glad
that I didn’t head off home early with the others.”
Watching him watch me over his glass, sure that he already
knew every last detail, of what he would have liked our night
to have entailed. Feeling the sexual tension grow between us,
his body language screaming, I want and need you right here,
right now. Knowing that I had him exactly where I wanted
him, he’d fallen hook, line and sinker.
I seductively suggested, “I’m only in town for one night, my
hotel is a couple of blocks away. Would you like to accompany
me, for a little nightcap?”
Knocking back the entirety of his drink in one forceful gulp,
heavy-handedly, smashing the glass down on to the bar, he
nodded. Ushering me outside in a flash, feeling his hand at
my waist and his lips at my bare shoulder, I held out my hand
to gesture for a taxi. Relieved to see one approaching us in the distance. Opening the door for me to enter, I heard him slide
across the seat beside me. As I called out to the driver, “Hotel
President please.”
Feeling his fast, forceful hands at my neck and thighs, holding
back, trying my best to get him to hang on, until we were at
least behind closed doors. I Noticed Marcus in the rear-view
mirror, trailing behind, while I felt relieved that the hotel was
only a short drive away. Feeling him tug at the hem of my lace
dress once more, holding his hand firmly, I whispered, “not
yet, let’s leave something for the room.”
Playing along, allowing him to take full control, emphasising
his everything on to my mouth, hot and heavy. I felt euphoric
when we finally arrived, pulling up outside the hotel entrance.
Knowing that this ordeal would soon be over.
Leading him up to my hotel suite, on the top floor, together
we entered. When surprisingly it came to my attention, that
now that we were alone, he was ravenous. He had no time for
getting friendly acquainted, no thoughts of a further
introduction. He only had one focus, leading me into the
bedroom. It was clear, that he had obviously been here before,
he already knew the room layout like the back of his hand.
Embracing me hard and forceful, I pushed him down on to
the bed, reaching forward to unzip my black leather boots.
Evidently sounding cocky, shaking his head fiercely, he
moaned, “no Honey, leave them on. I want to take them off,
but not yet.”
Biting my bottom lip hard, placing my hands on to my hips,
pushing out my chest, I asked “you like them? You like it a
little kinky, do you want to play?”
Nodding slowly, without losing focus, he replied with a loud
groan, “Yes!”
Wat
ching him watch my every move, I turned to pull out a leather bag from beside the bed. Taking the two sets of
handcuffs from the side pocket, I held them up, watching his
entire face become exhilarated. Dangling them in the air
before him, I asked, “may I?”
Reacting quickly, he began frantically nodding, rapidly
pulling himself backwards up through the centre of the bed,
tearing off his shirt and throwing it on to the floor.
Attaching his wrists to the handcuffs and then in turn to the
cast iron headboard behind him. I began seductively seducing
him with my eyes, holding him firmly. I could clearly see the
excitement that consumed his entire body, flinching and
quivering at the prospect of what was about to happen.
Leaning forward, climbing on to his lower torso, holding him
beneath me, with my inner thighs. Tracing the muscular
toned lines of his chest and abdomen with my lips, gaining his
trust. I seductively pulled a black satin blindfold from my
cleavage, to his amazement, bringing his excitement to a
whole new level.
“May I?” I asked once more.
Watching him frantically nod, as though he had lost all
control, I was sure that I had him completely under my spell.
Positioning the blindfold and fixing it in place, running my
hands up and down his entire body, firing him up. I stood,
making my way over to the closed door.
Opening the bedroom door, to greet the pretty young lady
that stood there. In complete silence, with only facial
expressions. I stood back and gestured for her to take over.
Watching her face fill with sadness, she walked over to the
edge of the bed. Peering down at him, bound and half naked
on the bed before her. I gestured for her to do as we had
originally discussed and pre-planned. Climbing on to Tom’s
lower torso, seated in the exact position. Where I had been only moments before, he began to groan, “Honey, baby,
where did you go? Have you got another little surprise for
me?”
Breathing deeply, I watched her reach forward, pulling the
silk blindfold from his face, in one foul swoop.
To hear him shriek, “Emma, baby, this is not what it looks
like.”
Collecting my things, I turned to face Emma, watching the
anger consume her face, hearing him try to explain and worm
his way out of, why he was here, in this hotel room, cuffed to
the bed. Knowing that my work here was done, I reached the
doorway, hearing Emma call out “you cheating bastard! I am
at home with three kids, while you are at the bar, hooking up
with complete strangers.”
Then came a loud slap, sure that he deserved every hit, even
though the sound sent a shockwave through my entire body.
Greeted by Marcus in the hallway, who now looked overjoyed
that tonight’s honeytrap was complete, we made our way out
to the car.
Chapter 2
Washing the sordid trails of this evening from my bare skin,
feeling the hot water cascade over my body. My mind began
to wander and drift away, beginning to wonder, what would
happen in the next chapter, of the Tom and Emma scenario?
Would she have enough courage to leave him, to be a strong,
confident single mum? Or be inclined to forgive the lying,
cheating, waste of space that he was. Incapable of loving
anyone other than himself, led astray by anything young, hot and willing enough; with a pulse. Snapping out of my daze
quickly, realising that yet again, I couldn’t allow myself to get
attached. It was my main rule, never get involved, or have
personal feelings towards any of the case subjects. The truth
was out, the case was closed, what happened next was
certainly no concern of mine.
Laid out across the living room couch, in my sweats, hearing
Marcus call over to me from the chair, “you did good tonight
kid.”
Nodding, with glazed eyes, powerless to shake this odd,
repetitive feeling. Noticing my almost comatose pose, Marcus
stated, “you look troubled. Remember, your rule. No
attachments!”
Nodding my head once more, I heard Marcus’s voice again,
echoing concern, “if it starts getting to you like this, then
maybe you need to call it a day. Dom’, there are millions of
sleaze-balls out there, you can’t expect to catch them all out. I
know it’s harder when there are kids involved, but just
remember, she came to you.”
Standing up from the armchair, Marcus proceeded towards
me. Leaning over, feeling his lips, kiss me forcefully on my
forehead. He asked, “do you need me to lay with you for a
while, comfort you, and help put your mind at ease?”
Shaking my head slowly, I assured him that I would be fine, I
just needed to sleep, to shake off this dire feeling. Lifting my
head, watching him leave, in the direction of his bedroom, he
called out, “night Dom’.”
Sure, that he was right, hating myself for even feeling this
way. Worn down, with no energy left inside of me, to even
think to get up. Returning to my distant gaze, quickly the
room filled with silent darkness, fighting heavy eyes, I fell asleep.
Arriving at work the following morning, making my way up to
my office, saying goodbye to Marcus, parting ways at his
office door. Where here, his job title and lead role, being head
of our company’s security. I headed over to the elevator,
arriving quickly to my floor, I was greeted by my personal
assistant, Ashlee.
“You have two meetings, three call backs and Ms Hilary wants
to see you after lunch,” Ashlee called out in pursuit.
Reaching my desk, I turned to face her. Painfully watching
her gasp for breath, I asked, “is that all Ashlee?”
Nodding her head, she gave out a slightly unsure smile,
replying only to say, “yes! Sorry Miss Stone. Good morning.
Would you like your coffee now?”
Moments later, stood over at the window, overlooking our
great city before me, massaging my aching neck. Hearing
someone enter, expecting to see Ashlee return with my coffee.
Turning to see Marcus standing in the doorway, he suggested,
“maybe if you slept in that bed of yours, instead of the couch.
You wouldn’t wake up with so many aches and pains.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I asked, “Marcus, did you want
something? And take those damn dark glasses off when
you’re indoors, you look like an asshole!”
Laughing at my remarks, he replied, “I just wanted you to
know, that I’m heading out with a team, over to the harbour;
for a shoot. And I probably won’t be back until late this
afternoon.”
Sitting down at my desk, I shrugged my shoulders, seemingly
unfazed that he was leaving. Tapping into my desktop, I
looked up at him, watching him wait patiently for my reply.
“I guess I will see you later then,” I replied, noticing him lift his dark glasses up over his dark skin.
Smiling with his eyes, leaving, he called out “I’ll see you later
hone
y!”
Sure, that I had to get some work done, before the trail of
meetings and call backs begun. With the entire advertising
and promotional department here at Hassel and Voila
Models, being entirely my responsibility. Opening up my
personal email account, checking through the enormous
amount of spam that had accumulated over the weekend, it
was then that I stumbled on to our next case. Reading
through the details quickly, reaching for my phone, I called
Marcus.
“Hey, I need a dog by tomorrow lunchtime. It has to be bigger
than one of those lap dogs, something noticeable.”
Arriving at the office the following day, after a late brunch
meeting with our boss. Greeted by Ashlee, she began trailing
off all that I had missed, the entire morning, in my absence.
Lastly calling out, “Marcus mentioned that you needed a dog
for a lunch time shoot. He is in your office. Dukie is a real
sweetie pie. You’ll love him, he’s my baby…”
‘Huh!’ I thought, pushing my office door open to reveal a
rather large, overly excited, Great Dane seated up at my desk.
Instantly realising that I was in way over my head, this was
not a dog, this was a horse of some kind.
“Isn’t he incredible?”
I heard her call out from behind me.
Feeling every inch of my face cringe, knowing that I had to sit
down in that very chair later.
Happy just to get him out of my office, taking Dukie over to the quaint little bistro near the park. Seated in an outdoor
area, I was soon greeted by a waitress. Bringing Dukie a bowl
of water, she left to fulfil my order. Noticing my target arrive,
head to toe in the finest tailoring that money could buy,
seating himself down, with only a table between us.
Quinn, 29, architect, avid coffee drinker, loves animals and
long walks in the park. Likes his women proper, well dressed,
highly conservative, well presented and well spoken.
Suspected to be sleeping with his secretary and a few interns
within his company. Doting partner, Cynthia, together for
more than 12 years, due to walk down the aisle in less than
three months.
Leaning over to make a huge fuss of Dukie, watching him
slobber and dribble all over the floor, trying not to scream,
feeling myself slowly die inside. I heard laughter, turning to
see my objective smile back at me.