Malice Masterpieces

by K'Anne Meinel

  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 understood. 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 th
ree 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 briefcase.

  “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. His 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 heart’s 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.”