She flew in a westerly direction in D.C. and once again smelled perversion just a bit to the South, and sure enough, it came from the direction of the Capital Scene. Alighting in the Ladies’ room, she floated into an empty stall, and changed to Perri. The smell of perversion was much stronger in the club. She followed her nose out into the bar, and happened upon a guy who looked rather handsome, yet underneath that attractive exterior, she smelled a child molester who specialized in taking advantage of young teenaged girls.
He sat alone at a table, nursing a drink from a bottle that cost him three hundred dollars. Scantily clad women gyrated on the stage, and young women in skimpy outfits brought very expensive alcohol to private tables. The chaos was on the floor below, where many bodies teemed on the dance floor to music that pulsed and pounded, and drinks flowed constantly.
An empty chair next to the gentleman summoned her, so she sat next to him.
“Hi. I’m Perri.”
“Hi,” he answered, not looking at her or caring that she was there.
“Do you have a name,” she asked.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Oh, I’m not asking you for my sake. I happen to know that you like younger girls. I think I could arrange for you to meet one. Would you be interested?”
He studied her for a minute. “How would you know if I liked young girls? I don’t even know you, nor have I seen you before. I don’t even know why I should talk to you.”
“Well, let’s just say, I think we can be of benefit to each other: I find a girl for you to…entertain, and you pay me…oh…say…a reasonable fee.”
“What’s a reasonable fee?”
“How much did you pay for this private table?”
Again, he studied her with pointed caution. “Is that really any of your business?”
“Well, I happen to know that to reserve a table like this costs you a minimum of four hundred dollars; which means you could spend even more. So I say, a reasonable price would equal what you would pay here: about five hundred dollars. I’m sure you bring your friends here as well.”
He didn’t address her last statement right away. After a few moments of silence, he finally said, “Alright. Say I’m interested in your proposition. How do I know you’ll deliver?”
‘Oh, trust me. I always keep my word. In fact, this time only, you can pay me when I deliver you a ‘date.’ How’s that?”
“Okay,” he said. “Here’s the deal. Meet me here next Saturday, at eight o’clock. Be sure to bring my date. If I like what I see, I’ll give you five hundred dollars. Otherwise, the deal is off. Are we understood?”
“Oh, yes. I’ll deliver: you can be sure of that.”
He went back to nursing his drink, turning his head away from hers, as if she hadn’t been there the whole time.
“See you on Saturday, mystery man.”
“Yes. And have a date for me that I approve of…”
“Absolutely.”
* * *
Friday, August 8th
Poisonous vibrated with anticipation. So far, the hunt had gone better than anticipated, and she couldn’t wait for the evening to begin. The smells of the catered food wafted to her nostrils, making her mouth water. “Roger, that food smells simply divine. Where did you get it?”
“A friend does private catering. She’s really good.”
“I’ll say. I can’t wait to eat.”
The doorbell rang. She pounced. “Hi, Amanda; Kyle. So good to see you both.” She hugged Amanda, and kissed Kyle on the cheek. “Come on in. Are you hungry?”
Amanda sniffed the air. “Boy does that food smell good. I’m starved.”
“Sure does,” Kyle agreed.
“Well, come in, and let’s eat.”
The lambs sat down, ready to be fattened for the slaughter. Dinner over, the caterer came and took their plates, and cleared the table.
“Let’s all retire to the living room, shall we?” she suggested. Once in the living room, she sat on the far end of the couch, motioning Kyle to come sit next to her. Roger sat in the armchair next to the couch. “Why don’t you sit next to Roger, Amanda? That way, you two can get to know each other better.”
The conversations soon settled into one between her and Kyle, and Amanda and Roger. She stole a glance at Roger, who discreetly shot one back at her. “Good,” she thought. “I see he’s exuding his charm. And she seems to be caught up in it.”
She turned her attention back to Kyle. Discreetly, she inched closer to Kyle until her thigh rubbed against his. Out of Amanda’s view, she placed her hand on his leg. Her face came as close to his as possible. When Kyle looked away, she noticed she had gotten a reaction out of him. Summoning all her strength, she resisted the urge to take him into a bedroom, and have her way with him.
It didn’t escape her notice that he rarely mentioned his wife. “You know, I’ve really enjoyed our conversation.” She lowered her voice enough to escape Amanda’s hearing. “We should talk some more, say, over lunch. I have a feeling I could be a sympathetic ear, especially about your situation on the home front. Why don’t we meet for lunch this week, say on Tuesday?”
He looked at his wife, and then back at her. “Yeah. Why not?”
“How about at the Indian Palace —‘bout one o’clock?”
“Sounds great. I’ve been there before; great food and nice ambience.”
“Good. It’s settled then.”
The evening ended. She had gotten Kyle to meet her alone, and by the looks of it, Amanda had hit it off famously with Roger. A discreet look in his direction, followed by a smile got her a wink in return.
“Excuse me. I need to use the ladies room before I leave.” Amanda excused herself.
Poisonous pounced on the opportunity. “Kyle, may I say something?”
“Sure.”
She walked up to him, and kissed him on the lips. As if on cue, Amanda came back into the living room before he could protest. Roger, ever the gentleman, walked Amanda to the door, her hand in his arm.
She hugged Kyle, held his hands and kissed him chastely on the cheek. “It was very nice having you two…um, over.” She walked over to Amanda, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and hugged her. “I enjoyed it, Amanda. We’ll have to get together again.”
“That would be nice.”
Satisfied with the job she had done, she waved as Amanda and Kyle walked down the hall towards the elevator, neither touching nor speaking to each other.
* * *
Tuesday, August 12th
The metro train pulled up the stop, while the automated message droned over the loudspeaker. “Farragut West; doors opening on the right.”
Poisonous got up, exited the train and headed towards the ladies’ room. She walked to the mirror, and looked herself over. More of her body was exposed than was covered. Not much was left to the imagination. “Yes. That’s just the look I want.”
The stairs led her to the “I” street exit, where she walked east toward Connecticut Avenue. The lewd stares coming from the men on the street fueled her desire. She reached Connecticut Avenue, turned left and walked into the white building with ‘815’ over the entrance.
The darkness made her small pupils dilate. He sat in the booth in the back on the left. Her body parts bounced suggestively as she walked, then sat down in the booth across from him.
“Mm. I love the spicy aroma that hangs in the air, don’t you.”
Kyle’s eyes scanned her body. “Yeah. I must admit—this is a very spicy atmosphere.”
Kyle had chosen a circular booth, so she scooted next to him, making sure her skin touched as much of him as possible.
“So tell me what’s going on,” she cooed.
“You pretty much know the deal: Amanda and I are on the outs. We don’t really talk much anymore. I’m getting kind of antsy. There’s no fun in our marriage: she’s getting all serious about settling down. I’m just not ready for that.”
Her lips parted just a crack, and her ha
nds held his. “I’d say do what you feel you should. You only live once, right?”
“Yeah. That’s right.”
“Well, then. Why don’t you begin to live now? Why wait?”
A moment passed. He moved in towards her and zeroed in on her lips.
She put her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer, making sure he rubbed up against her. They kissed for several moments, the heat in her belly intensifying.
“Hey, folks: are we ready to order?”
She looked up in a daze, feeling the fire quickly dying. “Oh. Y-yes; certainly. His hand was firmly in hers, and she wouldn’t let go. Once their meals arrived, they ate quietly, while their hands wandered underneath the table.
The server cleared away their dishes and left the check. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll take the check.
Kyle swallowed hard. “Here, I’ll give it to you before you go.”
She forced herself to cool down, and let Kyle do the same.
“So, would you like to get together again?”
Kyle was quiet for a moment. “Why don’t we meet at my place; tomorrow at the same time?”
“I’d like that. I’ll bring something spicy for the occasion.”
“Oh really? What?”
“Me.”
“Oh.”
She got up, leaned over, and gave him another long kiss. “See you, sweetie. Be a good boy, won’t you?”
* * *
The lamp on the nightstand filled the room with a golden glow, which suited her because it was calming, and being in the presence of the Light agitated her to the point of high stress. The closed door kept out Evie and her prayers. At least, she wouldn’t be aware of the prayers. As it turned out, Evie had gone earlier to meet Carlo, leaving her alone to do as she wished.
Poisonous lay on her bed, pondering the day’s events. Excitement coursed throughout her body, a sexual adrenaline rush. She had Kyle right where she wanted him. Now, she just needed to pull Amanda into the trap as well. “Now how do I do this?” The wicked grin returned. “Oh yes. Oh by Lucifer, yes.”
Ten
Wednesday, August 13th
Early the next morning, after Evie had gone to work, she dialed the number that Roger had given her. A few rings of the phone later, a nasal voice answered.
“Bidley-James Accounting Services.”
“Yes, may I speak to Amanda Barrett, please?”
“One moment, please.” Amanda picked up after the third ring.
“Amanda Barrett.”
“Hi, Amanda. This is Perri Loliyekar. Say, I thought it might be nice to meet you for lunch today. I know this is last minute, but since you live near where your work, maybe we could do it at your apartment. I’d be willing to bring something.” Like trouble. “What do you think?”
“You know, that sounds like fun. What do you want to bring?”
“I thought something Indian. Sweet and spicy.” Like me.
“Sounds great. What time would you like to do this?”
“I’ll try to be there shortly after one o’clock, say one fifteen-ish. Would that be okay?”
“Absolutely. Look to see you then.”
* * *
Thursday, August 14th
The outfit resembled the one from yesterday. Just as provocative, only easier to take off. She got on the elevator of the Kennedy Warren, and headed up to the ninth floor. The note in her hand had, ‘905’ scrawled on it. She knocked on the door, and Kyle opened it, a drink in one hand.
“A drink; does my intrepid lover need some courage?”
“Nah. Just felt like it suited the mood. Feel like I’m picking somebody up at a nightclub.”
“Sweetie, I’m not someone you ‘pick up.’ You have to earn your way into my good graces.”
“So come on in.”
A double strike: two kills with one effort. She had managed to get into Kyle’s libido, and Amanda would arrive soon. The anticipation heightened her building excitement.
He motioned towards the couch. “Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?”
“Oh no. I usually like to keep my senses sharp.” Eyes drank her in, from top to bottom. “You know, Kyle—I’m not one for standing on ceremony.” She stood in front of him and started removing her clothes.
His eyes opened wide, and his mouth followed.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetie?” She walked towards the bedroom, and turned to him when she reached the door. “Well, don’t just sit there. Come and get me.”
He followed her in short order, removing his clothes with each step.
“Sweetie, be a dear and turn on some mood music. Loud— makes me more excited.”
Eager to please, he did as he was told, and in short order, they were in flagrante delicto.
Enmeshed in their passion, Kyle didn’t hear the door open, but she did. She moaned all the louder.
“Kyle? Is that you?”
Footsteps tap—tap-tapped as Amanda approached the bedroom. They both lay there, spent, and Amanda stood in the door, saying nothing. Again, she noticed her, but Kyle hadn’t. She said nothing, but smiled at Kyle, who now lay across from her.
“Kyle!”
Now Kyle looked up and saw Amanda, but still said nothing.
She, of course, never looked at either of them face to face, emotionally distancing herself from the whole proceeding. This fight would be between them, and only them.
“Kyle, what the hell is going on here?” she said, her hands on her hips, staring right at him.
“What does it look like?” he answered. “I’m enjoying life. Finally.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, really. Besides, what do you care? You’ve become a real drag lately. All you do is talk about kids, settling down and the whole ‘white picket fence around the house in the suburbs’ thing. I’m not ready for that, and I’ve told you so.”
“Well, don’t bother getting up. I’m no longer interested in what type of life you’d like to live. You’re just as immature now as you were at eighteen back in college. What you need is to grow up. In the meantime, I’m leaving you.”
“Whatever.”
“Just do me a favor and don’t be here tomorrow. I’m going to get all my things. Do you think you can handle that?”
He didn’t bother answering.
“And as for you, you back-stabbing bitch…”
Those were the wrong words to say; she never backed down to anyone, and Amanda was no exception. “Excuse me? Were you addressing me?”
“Do you see any other woman here sleeping with my husband?”
Rising from the bed, not even bothering to put any clothing on, she walked over to Amanda.
Amanda shook her head in disgust. “Have you no shame? At least have the dignity to cover yourself—”
Fwap! Her right hand, including her rings, backhanded Amanda full-force.
Amanda held her face, and groaned.
“Now, what were you saying to me?”
“Go to hell, bitch.”
She grabbed Amanda by her collar, pulled her straight up off the floor with one hand, while with the free hand, smacked the other side of her face. Done, she dropped Amanda, leaving her slumped down on the floor, holding her head in her arms.
Yanking Amanda to her feet, her nose came to within an inch of her quarry. “Seems to me, you had better respect your superiors, sweetie, if you know what’s good for you: I will not suffer insubordination. Now get out of this house before I throw your sorry derrière out on the street. Have I made myself clear?”
Amanda nodded her assent.
Poisonous followed her vituperation with a sweet smile, filled with sarcasm. “Besides,” she said, pressing her bare body against Amanda’s. “I may want to make out with you one day.” She grabbed Amanda by the head, and gave her a long, sloppy kiss. Amanda just stood there, stiff as a statue. As one final act of humiliation, she took her sharp nails, and ran them from Amanda’s chest to her belly. Amanda squirmed in pain, saying n
othing, as tears ran down her cheeks. “Now get out!”
As the bloodstain grew on her blouse, Amanda turned quickly and left, not once looking back.
“Wow. You’re wicked. I don’t think I’d want to mess with you.”
The voice now grated on her nerves. “Kyle, sweetie. Frankly, you bore me. As Amanda said, you’re very immature, and I have no patience for children. Now be a dear, and leave so I can get dressed in peace.”
“But this is my house.”
“Are you trying my patience?”
He stared at her for a few moments, then got up, put on his clothes and slowly left the house.
“That’s better.”
* * *
Wednesday, August 13th Later that day
Poisonous descended the stairs of the Cleveland Park Metro station and got on the train. Comfortably seated, she reflected on her conquest, and happily hummed a song of love gone wrong. “My, but that was sweet,” she thought. “I couldn’t have done that any better if I tried. Well, Roger helped, of course: he’s such a dear.”
She settled in for the ride, and became lost in her thoughts.
Slow enough to sneak up on her like an assassin closing in for the kill, the melancholy settled over her. She couldn’t figure out if the thrill of the chase had worn away, or if she felt sad about something. A lump grew in her throat, and emotions washed over her. Tears fell down her cheeks, and the loneliness squeezed on her heart, suffocating her emotional high. By now, the vision no longer surprised her: Shane sitting next to her, holding her gently and kissing her softly. I love you Poisonous.
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