Paybacks Are Hell

by Yeva Wiest

  PAYBACKS ARE HELL

  A Phaze Fury HeatSheet by

  Yeva Wiest

  Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  eBook ISBN 1-59426-990-4

  Paybacks Are Hell © 2006 by Yeva Wiest

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  Cover art © 2006 by Kathryn Lively

  Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC.

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  Have you ever heard of a kangaroo court? In a kangaroo court, you have been tried, judged, and sentenced before you have even had an opportunity to defend yourself. That is what happened to me on a beautiful sunny Tuesday afternoon. The company I worked for covered independent insurance assessments for corporations and large businesses. I found myself facing the entire board of the company and being put on probation for failure to cooperate with my boss and with her decisions.

  I had been given a head’s up by one of the members of the board, Marilyn; probably because she liked me, but, I think, also because she is a fair soul. Yet, I was still grossly unprepared for the mockery that was to unfold before me. My boss, Lisa ‘The Fox’ LaCour, had sold me down the river to protect her own lily-white ass. She had, by her passivity, lied about my work; and she had set me up, so that she could move upwards to a bigger and better salary. It was all about the money. I guess it had not helped that I had called her hand on several unethical and illegal deals she had maneuvered; but still, I had not betrayed her. No, rather I had challenged her and cautioned her that she would have to face the repercussions on her own.

  Fool, fool, that I was, I should have known that if she would be unethical in one aspect of her life, she would be in all. I looked around the table at the critical unrelenting faces of those board members, and I realized that she had played this hand exactly as she had planned. Whenever one of them challenged me, she hung her head as if ashamed of me. She had spread her lies by innuendo; and later, when questioned about their validity, she had remained mute as though she did not want to condemn me. She never looked me in the eye. I saw that it was pointless to defend myself, so I did not even try. Silently, I vowed that I would not get mad. No, I would get even. I determined then and there to bring her down. As I left the meeting, I passed her chair and “accidentally” dropped my pen beside her chair.

  “Lisa, paybacks are hell,” I whispered. I was delighted to see her startled jump, and I walked out of that meeting with my head held high and a spring in my step. I walked directly to my office, typed out my resignation; and carried it back to the board, before they could disband.

  “You don’t have to do this,” Marilyn said sadly. “I’m sure this will sort itself out.”

  I looked at Lisa and willed her to look me in the eye. I stared for what seemed a long time, until the other board members began to look at her, too. She had no option but to meet my gaze.

  “Oh, but I do have to do this. Right, Lisa? It’s not safe for me here anymore. Right, Lisa?”

  Her blush began at her throat and moved its way upwards, until her entire face was suffused with a pulsing red. She did not say a word.

  I smiled at her with an intent she could not mistake. I looked down at the rapid flutter in her throat. She was suddenly afraid, afraid of what I might do. “I think we understand one another. Don’t we, Lisa?” Then, I left. I left hoping she would worry, at least for the moment; yet also confident that in her arrogance, she would soon forget my words. I wanted her to learn the simple, undiluted truth of that old axiom: paybacks are hell.

  * * * *

  My plan was simple but devious. I would woo the boss’s daughter and then break her heart. This sounded so easy, but several mitigating factors could have easily worked against me. First, I am a woman, a thirty-eight year old woman, while Adrienne, Lisa’s daughter, is at the most thirty; and second, I was not positive about Adrienne’s sexual orientation. She had flirted with me from our very first meeting, but I was not sure that she would act on that flirtation. It was time to find out.

  I called Adrienne that very afternoon and made a date to meet her at Sam’s Seafood Shack, her favorite place. If I could have looked into a crystal ball and foreseen just a moment of my future, I might have changed my mind. Adrienne was all I thought she might be and more, so much more.

  For the record, I had never dated anyone that much younger than me. Ten years was not a lifetime, but it was enough of a span to make a big difference in perspective.

  Adrienne knew how to make an entrance. She sashayed into the Seafood Shack as if it were the Ritz. She was a true princess from the top of her faux sun-streaked straightened hair to the tips of her pearl pink pedicured toenails. She was wearing a sheer black blouse that she had left unbuttoned to show off her black and turquoise lace bustier. Her whole demeanor screamed “high maintenance,” and I loved it. This was goingto be so much fun.

  I waited a moment, before I beckoned her to our booth. I wanted her to come to me, so I stood beside the booth and waited. Smiling. I, too, can make an appearance, when I want. And I did—want. “Well, hello there,” I said and gave her a little hug.

  “Hello, yourself,” she said and slid into the booth. “I’m sorry that I’m a little late; I got held up in traffic.”

  “No problem,” I said softly. “I’ve not been waiting long.” As we talked over dinner, I did my best to flatter her and woo her. It was practically an effortless enterprise. She was totally enamored of herself, and so I really only had to reinforce her own opinion. She was funny and none too bright about things like music and literature, but she had a wicked sense of the absurd. She wasn’t a bitch, but she was damn close enough. She was also an excellent mimic and a cheerful liar. I was very close to admiring her.

  I knew she was spoiled; she pouted a perpetual petulant pout. She called her mother incessantly, at least until we hooked up. Her best and most consistent attribute was her paranoia; and, of course, she just had to be diagnosed as bi-polar and mildly schizophrenic. I had no idea that revenge could be so much fun and so deadly. Good grief, the woman was a target for trouble; she was also much more inventive than I, and ready and willing to become my lover.

  The more Adrienne talked the more I realized how much she disliked her mother. Apparently, she saw Lisa as an overbearing, micromanaging fiend whose one goal in life was to smother her and dominate her. Well, I had a cure for that and a plan that might well benefit us both. I decided that I would be honest with Adrienne, well at least partially honest, and see what happened.

  So I said, “Adrienne, I am very interested in you; but I want you to know that I resigned my job, because I couldn’t stand to work with your mother any longer. I felt like she was out to get me or something all of the time…”

  She interrupted me. “She was—out to get you. She hates you,” she said matter-of-factly.

  “I knew it!” I sat there for a moment and let her statement sink it. Even when you know something for sure, something you felt you knew all along, it still hurts. “Well, anyway, now that I’m not working for her, I would like to see you. I’m not sure if you’re interested in maybe getting together, but I have always found you very attractive.”

  She preened. Really, she sat up straight and preened just like my canary,
Bitty Bird. Actually, Adrienne and Bitty Bird had quite a lot in common; they would both be eating out of my hand before the day was over. “So, you like me, huh?” she asked.

  “Yes, Adrienne, I do. I find you very appealing.”

  “Good,” she said smugly. “I love this. I’ve wanted to get together with you, too; and this will drive my mother over the edge.” She was delighted. “I don’t know if you go in for revenge or that sort of thing?” She said it as a question, which I returned with a slightly baffled look. “But this would be just too good. You really should get back at her. Really.”

  “Really?” I asked innocently.

  “Yes, really. She has been out to get you from day one. She thinks you’re some goodie-two-shoes that won’t mind your own beeswax. I’ve always wanted to tell her that if she weren’t such a cheater, you wouldn’t need to mind her business.”

  I was amazed. So, Lisa saw me as a snitch. I wondered why, because I had never gone behind her back and reported her; instead I had always confronted her face to face. Well, if she was worried about her back, now might be a good time to start checking behind her. Not only did I have it in for her, so did Adrienne. I wondered who else the great Lisa had screwed over. I decided to ask Adrienne to help me with a bit of sleuthing. First, though, I wanted to take Miss Priss to bed. There would be plenty of time later for investigations.

  * * * *

  My apartment was close by, so we decided to go there for drinks and maybe have revenge for dessert. I gave Adrienne my address, and we headed for my place. This was going much faster than I had anticipated. I took a short cut to the apartment; there were a few accoutrements that I wanted to use, and I wanted them close at hand. It never hurts to be prepared.

  I met Adrienne at the door wearing nothing but a white silk teddy. My Hispanic heritage guarantees I have a perpetual tan; white really shows off my coloring and my large dark nipples. Adrienne could not take her eyes off my breasts. Yes, things were moving swiftly. I pulled her into the apartment and kissed her. She responded so eagerly. As my hands moved lightly over her burgeoning breasts, I whispered sweet nothings.

  “You are so beautiful, and your hair feels so soft and smells so good.” I nuzzled her neck and bit gently under her ear. “You are delicious; I could just eat you up.” She gasped, and I knew that she was mine for the taking. “Let’s get you out of this blouse, so that I can see you in this bustier. You’ve been driving me crazy all night. Your skin is so white; I want to see it covered in black lace.”

  Willingly she obliged. Her breasts seemed ready to burst forth from the bustier like huge white blossoms. I knew her nipples would be the center bud, and I was right. They were delightfully pert and a dark, dusty pink. Titty pink had never looked so lovely. I put on some music, and we began to slowly dance around my living room. Her body melted into mine. I was wet with desire, and I hoped that she was, too. As if reading my mind, she gently pushed me away and began to unfasten her tight black jeans. Those jeans were so tight that she had to struggle to slide them down, but oh, the twisting and turning that entailed left me breathless with want and with need.

  Finally, she stepped forth and kicked the jeans behind her. The mere wisp of black lace she wore for panties barely covered her gleaming shaved mound. Oh my, if this was revenge, it was a wonderful treat! I wanted to savor every bite, especially every love bite. I pulled her to me, and we began to dance again. Her hands were all over me, and I loved every minute of it. I slid my hands down the small of her back to cup her tight, tight derriere. She cooed. One hand had just begun to sneak around to stroke the front of her panties, when her cell phone rang.

  “Oh, pooh,” she said and pouted her cute little pout. “That’s my mother’s ring.”

  If possible, I became even more excited. “Well, answer it,” I said. I was almost breathless.

  She retrieved it from her purse and started to answer it. “Oh, better yet,” she said and handed the phone to me, “you answer it.”

  I came. I did. I climaxed at that very moment. Still breathing heavily, I took the phone from her. This was great. “Hello. Lisa?” I gasped. My body continued to spasm.

  She recognized my voice. “Oh, I must have dialed the wrong number,” she said. She was nonplussed. “No, probably not,” I said. “Did you want to speak to Adrienne?”

  Silence.

  Then, “Yes, I do.”

  Ooh. No need to be snippy, I thought, but instead I said sweetly, “Okay.” I held the phone out a little way and whispered loudly, “Adrienne, honey, your mother is on the phone.” Adrienne was giggling hysterically in the background. “Umm, Lisa? It will be just a moment.”

  Adrienne took the phone. “Mother,” she began. She looked at me. “She hung up. Can you believe it? She hung up.” She laughed and threw her cell phone on the coach behind her. “Now, where were we?”

  The phone began to ring again. We started laughing; it was Lisa’s ring. “Oh, too bad, so sad,” I said, and Adrienne turned off her phone. “Thank you,” I said. “Her constant calling was interfering with our dance.”

  “She is always interfering in my life,” said Adrienne. “Maybe now she’ll stop.” For some reason, I did not think Lisa would give up that easily. I heard my cell phone begin to ring. Bitty Bird started chirping, and we burst out laughing again.

  “Okay,” I said. “That’s enough. I think we should find a quieter room.”

  “Me, too,” Adrienne said solemnly.

  * * * *

  My bedroom epitomizes luxury. The bed’s satin coverlet is awash with soft blues and greens that resemble waves upon some lost Caribbean shore. Pillows are scattered everywhere, on the bed, on a small settee, even in the corners of the room. Faint lights in pale colors are alongside the mirrored headboard, and smooth gauzy curtains descend from the ceiling. The overall effect is sensuous but also calming. A girl can sink into that luxurious cove and float away on her desire.

  Adrienne crossed the room and gently lay back on the bed. She motioned for me to join her. I walked to the edge of the bed and gazed at her for a long moment. Was I doing the right thing? At that moment, I was not feeling the need for revenge; instead I was feeling the most intense desire for this woman. She was lovely, and she wanted me. Her eyes were aflame, her arms were outstretched begging for me to come closer, and her body was blushed with heat and passion. I wanted her; I wanted to taste the very essence of her, feast on her scent and on her lusciousness.

  Carefully, I covered her with my body. We sank together into the softness of my bed. It felt so good. Our bodies moved together. Our legs entwined, our feet stroked, our arms caressed, and our lips clung to one another’s in greedy passion. We could not get enough of one another.

  With one swift movement, I unzipped her bustier. Her breasts burst forth from their restraint. She sighed in release and abandon. I brushed my lips across her nipples, and then I took one in my mouth and gently bit its tip. She groaned, and her arch invited continued assault. I removed my bra, and began to rub my breasts against hers. She pulled my hips to hers and began to move against my mound inciting me to reciprocate. She loved tribadism, and so did I. She ground into me inviting me to go further.

  Her panties seemed to dissolve into my hand. They were moist bits of lace and not much else. I pulled them free, and for just a moment held them up to peer at her as though looking through a gossamer mask. Her hands grabbed mine and pulled them to the center of her desire, and I plunged a finger into her warm, wet pussy. My other fingers danced around the perimeter of her vagina, longing to enter, but destined to wait their turn.

  She was so wild! She reached up and put her arms around my neck pulling me down to her. She wanted me to lick her, and she wasn’t shy about letting me know it. She pushed my face into her dripping pussy and positioned me herself onto her throbbing clit. My own clit was almost hurting with desire. Her fingers tormented my hair as she held me tightly against her pussy.

  I slipped a hand to the edge of the bed and reached unde
r the mattress; I had a tiny surprise waiting for her there. As I continued to lick and suck her, I slowly slid a tiny silver vibrator into her anus. She shuddered and moved harder against me. I turned it on, and she went crazy. Moaning and bucking, she began to climax; I held on for the ride of my life. I plunged my fingers in and out of her, stroking her beyond ecstasy.

  No sooner was I finished, than she rolled me over and climbed on top on me. She began to hump me. She knew what I needed. I needed some power, some friction. Just as I began my own climatic spiral, she stopped. “Oh no,” she said. “I’m not letting you come that easily.” She pushed me back against the pillows and slowly, provocatively removed my panties. I was shaking with my need. Then she pushed my legs up close to my body giving herself free reign to my waiting pussy.

  “I want you to watch me eat you,” she said. “I want you to see every lick, every suck, and every tiny bite.” I did.

  * * * *

  Later that night, I stood by Bitty Bird’s cage. I put a piece of bird seed in the palm of my hand and stuck it in his cage. Bitty Bird jumped right into my hand and ate it.

  The next day dawned bright and clear. Our revenge had just begun. I knew Adrienne had access to her mother’s office; she had a key, and I knew the office door code. I knew that Lisa wouldn’t think to change it for awhile. At least I hoped she wouldn’t. It was barely six-thirty, so we figured our chances of getting caught were slim. I wanted a glance at Lisa’s computer. I figured that she kept everything from every deal on it, and I wanted a chance to nail her once and for all.

  Getting into the office was easy, but I had not counted on trying to break the password of her computer. While Adrienne rummaged through her desk, I played with number combinations and initials. I needed to hurry; the longer we were there, the more of a chance we stood of getting caught.