by Violet Shaw
Jason was so deeply involved in his conversation that he took no notice of her.
As she moved toward him, she could overhear his last words:
“It’s very simple; you always have to be a mixture of soft and hard!” he said to the young man in an imperious tone and with an ice-cold expression. And even though Valerie was now standing next to him, he still took no notice of her, and made no effort to greet her; he apparently also didn’t intend to introduce her to the youth.
“Oh, thank you, thank you, Jason!” the young man replied, completely delighted.
It was unbelievable, but within just a few minutes, Jason had already found another new audience for himself.
The young guy was very enthusiastic about what Jason had said and looked at him admiringly.
“Okay, everything’s good, no problem!” Jason’s expression remained ice cold, and these words served as his good-bye to this new admirer as he turned his back on him.
Now he turned to Valerie again, and although they had just seen each other, he asked her:
“And how are you?” But without waiting for her answer, he continued: “Do you see that man back there?”
Valerie’s gaze raked the dance floor. On the other side a man was staring directly at her, which she now noticed. He was a giant guy, a minimum of 6-1/2 ft. tall, and every bit as wide. Most likely, judging by his appearance, he was Russian.
“Yes, if you mean that big guy in the back. He has to be a Russian!”
He was probably a rich oligarch or a member of the Mafia. In either case, not to her liking. She began to have a strange feeling.
“Do you find him attractive?” Jason continued to probe.
“Not in the least!” Valerie was completely horrified. He wasn’t her type at all.
What had gotten into Jason again? She couldn’t shake a feeling of foreboding that he would have liked to have demanded that she have sex with the Russian stranger.
He hadn’t said so directly, but all the signs pointed in that direction.
Suddenly everything about him had begun to aggravate her, and she decided to leave Jason alone.
“Excuse me, I’ll be back in a moment!” she said, turning away from him, and before he could reply, she disappeared in the direction of the bar to order something to drink.
The drink performed an immediate miracle and she felt considerably better after she had swallowed the first sip.
Colorful goings-on surrounded her at the bar, but Valerie was so lost in thought and involved with herself that she didn’t even notice the attractive man next to her.
“Are you here alone?” she heard the man asking.
“No, but my friends are all on the dance floor!”
“Oh, I was just wondering, since such a beautiful woman couldn’t possibly be here alone!” the stranger tried to ingratiate himself and converse with her.
Valerie smiled at the stranger condescendingly. No, thank you, but such an obvious, clumsy approach didn’t interest her in the least.
Suddenly, seemingly out of the void, Jason appeared next to her. He was hopping mad and barked at Valerie:
“What are you doing? Why aren’t you with me?”
“I’m drinking something, as you can see!” Valerie barked in return, while smiling at her new conquest, whom she had found repulsive until now.
“Nonsense! Come with me!” Jason was furious.
And before Valerie could respond, he grasped her right hand and pulled her behind him.
When they arrived at the dance floor, they taxied around each other like two wolves. Valerie’s eyes flashed seductively. She began to move lustfully to the rhythm of the music.
They danced with each other. Valerie turned around so that her back faced him.
Like a bolt of lightning, he pressed himself against her back, and his arms encircled her waist from behind. She could feel his breath as he murmured in her ear in a domineering tone: “I want you! Now!”
A glass-enclosed elevator provided direct access to the apartment from the parking garage below. Jason pushed the button for the fourth floor.
It was unbelievable, although Valerie had already seen a number of beautiful apartments in her life, this one exceeded them all.
They found themselves in an immense, mirrored entry hall that led directly into the living room.
“Come in!” Jason indicated that she should enter, and escorted her into the giant living space.
She looked around with interest.
One side of the room was all glass. From here, one could see Lake St. Moritz, which now during the night was only illuminated by tiny lights – most likely torches – lying in front of them.
The living room was ultra-modern and furnished all in white, in the style of Philipp Starck.
Three immense white leather couches were ready to be used to chill-out. The floor was covered with gray parquet, and a white carpet lay in front of the couches.
Two enormous modern paintings hung on the gray-lacquered walls, one in dark green, the other in violet.
Valerie’s glance was arrested by the white carpet.
In the meantime, Jason had made himself useful at the bar and came toward her with two mixed drinks.
“Here you are! Drink!” he demanded.
“This is incredible! A fantastic apartment. It’s no wonder that you always want to stay here when you’re in St. Moritz!”
“Yes, it’s very nice here,” Jason responded, “but I’m especially happy that you’re here with me.”
Valerie beamed at him.
“What did you mix for me? I hope it isn’t vodka?!
“No, don’t worry, I want you to be able to remember everything that will happen tonight!”
His expression didn’t change as he spoke these words, as if everything between them were completely serious, and not a game.
“Please turn on a little music for us!” she asked him.
“Okay, great; shall we dance together? You know how I love to dance with you!”
“Yes, absolutely; today is your lucky day, Honey!”
Jason immediately touched a button on the stereo system and shortly thereafter, the sound of chill-out jazz surrounded them.
They had the same taste in music. Valerie began to sway to the rhythm of the music and to move around the enormous room.
She was entirely aware that she could make Jason really hot with the movement of her body. Jason did the same, and they danced in front of one another to the rhythm of the music.
Their eyes locked. Valerie concentrated on seducing him with a lascivious cat-like glance.
“Turn around!” Jason commanded.
Valerie did as she was told and continued to dance languidly.
Jason pressed into her from behind and she could feel his erection against her posterior.
“I want you! Now. Immediately.” He whispered into her right ear.
Valerie could feel her blood circulating. A joyful anticipation arose in her. Jason pulled her onto the couch, and kissed her wildly and passionately.
“Oh, your kisses are so good; they make me so hot!”
With quick, practiced movements he unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off, faster than she could react.
His hand slid into her panties and he began to finger her adroitly.
“You’re so wet!” he whispered into her ear.
He pulled his hand out of her briefs and breathed in the scent of her arousal.
He dropped his pants and directed her:
“Come on, take it in your mouth!”
Valerie knelt down in front of him and softly rubbed the inner side of his thighs, arousing him. From there she worked slowly upwards toward his cock.
As she then softly circled his penis with her tongue, and took it into her mouth, Jason let out a low moan of relief: “Oh, how great!”
He loved to be spoiled by her. His arousal also always transferred to her. She wanted more from him, and therefore didn’t blow him to climax; she made s
ure he didn’t come too fast.
“Yes, I know you want me to fuck you!” Jason said, as she paused briefly.
Now he took Valerie, turned her around in front of him, stroked her from the back of her head down to her butt and then pushed into her slowly from behind.
Oh, it was so good to feel him inside her.
First he moved in her slowly and then gradually increased his tempo.
It felt so good.
He increased the speed of his movements again. With fast, deep strokes he pushed into her.
She was almost ready to explode, to take off, and then was convulsed by an incredible orgasm that caused spasms throughout her entire body; Jason came in her at the same time.
Exhausted, both of them fell onto the white carpet and lay motionless and silent next to one another.
Valerie felt release and happiness. She loved having sex with Jason.
“You know what’s best about sex?” she heard Jason asking next to her.
“No, what?”
“One can sleep so well afterwards!”
Valerie had to laugh. She kissed him gently on his cheek.
Valerie downright dreaded having to go skiing again with Jason and his friend the next day.
Today, Jason had had no consideration for her whatsoever. Quite the opposite, in fact; he had wanted to prove to her and to his friend how well he could ski. Fast and risky.
That was no fun for her at all. They were racing so fast straight down the black, hard-packed run that she was simply afraid.
But the mistake was hers, actually, because she hadn’t said anything and pretended to be as daring to participate, racing down the steep slope as a matter of course.
Jason apparently didn’t have the slightest inkling of her fears, since despite all of her concerns she cut a good figure on the skis, and even followed him down like a daredevil.
Valerie knew that she was a good skier, but she never sought out danger directly and never put herself at full risk intentionally. It was too dangerous and was absolutely no fun.
In addition, Jason had made the ironic comment to her friend, Severin, that tomorrow he was planning to ski on a snowplow. And then he had laughed aloud, fresh and provocatively.
No, no, no, she wouldn’t spend the day with him tomorrow and go skiing under any circumstances. He was absolutely inconsiderate and didn’t possess any emotional intelligence.
Or did he want to destroy her purposely?
As always, her own life was more important and she wouldn’t ski with him tomorrow, come what may. Her decision was made. She would drive to Zurich tomorrow morning to her friend Vanessa’s, and she could meet Jason there for dinner. It was far less dangerous.
The next day Valerie drove to Vanessa’s early in the morning as planned. They were to meet at the Café Spruengli.
Suddenly Valerie received a phone call from Jason; his voice sounded flustered and upset:
“Valerie, there’s been an accident. Chris went down and has most likely broken his lower leg. We were picked up on the slope by an emergency helicopter, and everything is probably only half as bad as it seems! I’m still in the ambulance and am waiting for the test results. As soon as they’re available, I’ll take off immediately and head for Zurich.”
The news hit Valerie unexpectedly; her bad premonitions yesterday had unfortunately been validated. But she never thought that it would be Chris who would have an accident, since he had been skiing so well and professionally just the day before.
At first she was speechless in light of the bad news.
Earlier she had assumed that either Jason or she herself, if she had gone with them, would have had an accident. Oh, poor Chris, she was infinitely sorry for him! She hoped that he would be fortunate and that his bad luck wouldn’t turn out to be too serious.
Why did Jason have to ski so recklessly! He, as the older man, shouldn’t have been seeking danger and risk! Even on the ski run, he had to prove himself and be the best. He was incredibly immature -- the biggest child that she knew – and he was 38 years old. Valerie’s insides were cramping. Jason brought nothing but bad luck.
And he ruined everyone that came near him, whether knowingly or unknowingly, that was the question. Jason was surely the incarnation of the devil.
He definitely was to blame for the accident. With his childish striving, always having to ski faster, riskier, more competitively, he had driven Chris to have the accident, that she knew definitively.
“Oh, no, Jason, I’m so terribly sorry for Chris! But why did you have to ski so dangerously?!”
“Yes, it turned out really dumb!”
“I hope it won’t be all that bad!”
“Yes, I hope so too! We’ll know as soon as the test results are in! Did you at least arrive safely in Zurich?”
“Yes, everything is fine with us; I’m just sitting here with Vanessa in Spruengli, having a cup of coffee!”
“That’s good; as soon as the results are in, I’ll be under way. I should be there with you in three hours tops!”
“Oh, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea after all that stress. Maybe I should drive home!”
Jason’s voice sounded disquieted and indignant:
“What? Why? Are you crazy? I’ve been so looking forward to our week together! That’s totally out of the question; we wanted to go out this evening for a nice dinner!”
Valerie had lost interest in the plan to meet Jason after she got the bad news, especially since the unnerving feelings in her stomach had unfortunately been substantiated.
“But after all the stress today you’ll no doubt be dog-tired later!”
“No, absolutely not; I’m still feeling energetic and full of adrenalin. I definitely want to see you! You don’t want to give up now, only because of the accident! Come on, Valerie!”
And before Valerie could reply, he added:
“It would be too bad if you left for Frankfurt . . . and who knows when we’ll see each other again? Come stay in Zurich all next week, and we’ll drive to Kitzbühl together next weekend. You can fly back on my miles!”
And although she wanted to return home just a few moments earlier, Jason had convinced her to stay. What was all that about?! She couldn’t flee again right now; she would regret it anyway, no later than the very next day, and would want to return to see Jason again. And then it would be too late.
“Alright, you’ve convinced me; I’ll wait for you in Zurich! But hurry so that I don’t have to wait for you so long!”
“Yes, perfect, I’ll hurry for you, Sweetie! I’ll be in Zurich at 8:00 p.m. at the latest, I promise! Think about where you’d like to have dinner, and then we can have a romantic evening!”
They never had gentle sex like two people in love with each other, and even during sex, they never looked deeply into one another’s eyes like two people newly in love. It was much more passionate and lustful sex.
And Jason had never, not a single time, screwed Valerie in his bed; it always had to happen outside the bedroom in exotic places. Sometimes Valerie also had the feeling that when he looked at her, he was trying to see inside her, to examine her, as if he hoped to find something, rather than looking at her dreamily or as if he’d been “blown away.”
It was of course insanely good with him, but not the kind of sex that lovers normally had with one another.
Their being with one another and their physical contact with each other were not matter-of-fact, not even remotely like what an outside observer would find in an ideal situation between two lovers. There was no lightness to be found or felt. All of their interactions were difficult. Everything was difficult. Instead of a lightness of attraction, it was an immense effort of attraction that bound the two together.
Yet, there was an indubitable magic present between them.
They were both timid, then crude, and respectively overpowering in their dealings with each other.
Either she was downright frightened by his attempts to get closer, or he ju
mped almost fearfully to the side when she wanted to creep nearer to him.
Nevertheless, or precisely therefore, she fell grotesquely under his spell.
Because of love, Valerie would have liked to kiss him, to “eat him up,” the whole day long.
But every time they saw each other, it was as if he erected an invisible wall between them, which didn’t allow them to really touch each other or passionately stir one another.
And every time when he stood before her, sat or lay by her, she wished that he would “really” touch her.
However, he was mostly stiff as a dried cod when they saw each other. His behavior toward her irritated her and made her feel insecure anew every time.
Was it that he was only inhibited? Or was he keeping her at bay?
When they sat next to each other at a table with friends, she could always feel his leg, which pressed lightly against hers and he would remain in that position. Meanwhile, however, this gesture was almost the only physical sign of affection that he gave her in public.
And she, already used to his physical economy, was happy every time about his careful, timid overtures.
His voice sounded theatrical, his words were loud and dynamic.
“You talk as if I want to give you up!” And before she could reply, he added imperiously:
“Never! Never in my whole life would I give you up!” And to strengthen his declaration, he continued:
“A woman such as you, that I would never do; I swear it. You can’t even imagine how much you mean to me!”
No, that was something that she could indeed not imagine, although she secretly wished that it really were so, and that his words represented the truth. And even though she mistrusted him and his words, having heard them didn’t undermine their purpose.
Meanwhile, he had parked his car, a black Porsche Cayenne S, a classic status symbol as was fitting for a man in his position, in front of her apartment in Munich-Bogenhausen.
On the one hand, skeptical and doubtful about what she had just heard, and joyfully enthusiastic at his great declaration on the other hand, a large smile spread across her face.