by Powerone
James got her a couple of steaks and some sandwich meat. She had bread, milk and coffee in the basket along with some veggies. He rang it up.
“Can you drop these off tomorrow?”
James scanned the list. It would be a nice sale, nothing but the best for her. “No problem. Jesse will drop them off around two. You might want to get a case of water. I wouldn’t drink the water from the tap out there. The well hasn’t been used in years. It should be okay for bathing and cooking, but it would probably taste pretty bad for a city person.”
“Yes, I forgot that. Thanks.” She handed him her credit card. “Charge everything to this. I’ll try to call in an order from my cell phone if I can get reception, otherwise, I’ll drop off a list.”
“No problem. With the cell phone, just find a high point. It just has to find the cell tower.” There was only one cell tower, so she’d have to line up with it. Jesse had already bagged her groceries.
She grabbed the bag. “Thanks, James.” She turned to Jesse. “See you tomorrow.” She gave him a big smile and a sway of her ass when she went out the door. It’s going to be difficult to keep all these men happy. Her hips were going to be worn out by the time the month was up. She put the bag on the passenger seat, and she felt Jesse look out the window at her. She was thankful that she got all the socializing out of the way. The good thing about supernatural spirits is they never say anything or at least nothing aloud.
It might have only been five miles to the house, but it was twenty minutes of driving. It was a winding two-lane road with curves every one hundred feet. Faith didn’t see anything but trees, trees and more trees, the woods so dense that you could only see darkness inside. Boldage Manor suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She had to slam on the brakes, the gate covered by thick vines that had been there for years. She pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out. The black gate was covered with rust, partially open like a yawning mouth. The fence stood over ten feet, the posts sharpened to points like the end of a spear. She had to push hard before the gate finally gave way and it creaked when the hinges finally moved once again. The cleaning crew had opened it, but it did nothing to make the aged gate open easier.
She got back into the car and maneuvered it carefully through the gate, the tires bumped on the uneven pavement. It took a minute before she saw the house as the dense underbrush hid it. It was everything she expected and more, gloomy and mysterious. It once stood majestically on manicured lawns, but now, it was a solitary house that sat in an unkempt, neglected lawn. It was huge, three stories in parts of it, two in others. You could tell that it was uninhabited for a long time, the wood was decayed, and the paint chipped off. Broken windows abounded throughout the house. It even smelled badly, the trees lay broken and decayed on the ground, the once-proud pond now a murky green cesspool. Faith only hoped that the inside was better since the cleaning crew had come. She parked her car, leaving her belongings to see if the house was livable first before she unloaded her personal things.
She walked up to the massive twin doors, standing over ten feet high. The cleaning crew had tried to make them presentable, but the brass fixtures had been tarnished for too many years, the wood split with age. Out of place was the new brass lock. She put her key into it, and it slid effortlessly as she turned it. The door held for a moment then opened. The sunlight shone into the dark hallway. She was thankful that some wild animal didn’t come running out.
She walked in, leaving the door open until she could find the light switch. She found it on the wall; she clicked it on, and the large foyer was lit up by a crystal chandelier, broken strings of crystals hung down. There was a massive staircase in the center that rose up to a landing and then split off in opposite directions to meet the second floor above it. It must have been grand in its day, but now, the banister was split with rails missing like broken teeth. The tile floor was cracked, the grout dirty and broken. She would investigate the upstairs later, but she walked to the parlor first. It was huge, fit to entertain forty or more people in comfort and style. The furniture was still there, expensive and tasteful many decades ago, now the fabric was decayed and smelled, the wood finish dull from years of neglect. She looked at the walls, the wallpaper peeled and faded. It was as clean as it could be, but nothing could kill the dank and musky smell of years of neglect. Faith hoped she’d grow accustomed to the smell quickly.
At least there were lots of windows, but they were covered with thick drapes that hung from the ceiling to the floor. She would see if they would open tomorrow, but for now, the sun was ready to set. The floors creaked as she walked through the butler’s pantry to the kitchen. The kitchen was big so that it could feed the large number of guests, but the cabinets, sink, countertops and appliance were antique, all except for the gleaming new stainless steel refrigerator in the corner. She would thank Tyler for that. At least the food wouldn’t spoil as long as the electricity stayed on.
They had done a good job cleaning it up, as best as they could. The stairs groaned under her weight as she went up them to the second floor. She went into the bedroom off the staircase, picking correctly that it was the master suite. It was huge, bigger than her condo. A large four-poster bed took up one side of the room, clean linen on it looked out of place, but Faith was grateful. The furniture was antique, but they’d seen better days, the finish marred by too many drinks, and cigarettes etched permanently in the wood. The bathroom was adequate; a claw-foot tub on one side, a large double window overlooked it. It seemed out of place, unless, of course, the owner was an exhibitionist. At least it looked out over the side yard, not the front of the house. It had some privacy. The bathroom was spotless, the cleaning crew spent considerable time to make it sanitary.
Faith went back to her car and began to carry her things into the house. She had four suitcases, two garment bags and the small amount of groceries that she had bought. She put the food in the fridge first and couldn’t help but notice that there were six bottles of wine already cooled. Thank you again, Tyler, Faith thought to herself.
It took three hours for her to put her belongings away, taking her time since she’d be here for thirty days. It was already dark outside when she went back downstairs. The house was unusually quiet except for her footsteps that echoed off the high ceilings from the creak of the wood as she walked. She made herself a sandwich, grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass and went into the living room. She sat in a large chair, putting her feet up on the ottoman. She sipped the glass of wine as she nibbled at the sandwich. She looked at the oil paintings that graced the living room and she instantly found a portrait of Michael, recognizing him from the picture that she had. Next to him in one portrait was his last wife, a beautiful young girl with an infectious smile.
Michael was handsome. No wonder he had such luck with women, good looks and money was an evil combination. Faith hoped she’d run into him. It had been a long time since a virile supernatural being had possessed her. She walked around the living room for an hour, picking up everything, inspecting it, imagining what it must have been like when Michael lived here. Faith could almost hear the laughter and the music playing loudly, the smell of food and smoke. She wondered what she would hear in the other rooms, the special rooms. Would it be the cries of the victims as Michael and his friends had their way with them?
Faith cleaned up her dishes and turned off the lights downstairs. The bedroom light upstairs were the only illumination. She walked up the stairs to enter the master bedroom. She thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned her head, it was gone, if it were ever there to begin with. Is my imagination taking over? When she walked into the bedroom, cool, moist air brushed across her neck, making the hair on her arms stand up on end. It is colder up here? She looked around the empty and silent room. Her imagination started to get the best of her. It had been a long day, wanting to get into bed early tonight so she could begin her investigation tomorrow. Tomorrow was Thursday. Friday, she intended to dress up fo
r Michael, just as if he was having one of his weekend parties, but she was going to be the guest. She hoped she’d please him.
She changed into her nightgown and slid into bed. She paused for one last look before she turned the light out. The room plunged into complete darkness. She forgot how dark it was out here in the woods with no lights for miles. At least the bed was comfortable; Michael knew how to take care of her.
It was no longer quiet in the house, as if it came to life as soon as the lights were turned off. Faith could hear tree branches scrape against the house as the wind picked up. It whistled through the broken windows and an occasional shutter banged against the side of the house. The house creaked and bumped from old age. Faith closed her eyes, and her hand slid down under the blanket until it rested against her pussy. She didn’t masturbate but wanted to tease herself; Faith found that the connection that she had with supernatural beings were greater when she was aroused. It was as though the apparition took advantage of her when she was sexually stimulated. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.
It was the sun coming in the slit of the drapes that awoke her. She looked at her watch on the nightstand, ten o’clock. She looked at the alarm clock she had set. It said one o’clock. She switched on the lamp, nothing happened. The electricity must have gone off during the night. Damn, she hated when that happened, part of the morning already gone. She’d pick up a wind-up alarm clock when she went into town. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She rushed to get ready. She put on jeans and a flannel shirt; sure that wherever she went today, it would be dirty and cold.
She had breakfast and two cups of coffee before she was fully awake. She pushed back some of the heavy drapes in the living room and the dust blew in the rays of sun as they opened. She looked out at the emptiness, nothing but nature looked back at her.
She quickly checked out the other bedrooms that were part of the main house, reserving a more thorough search for after the delivery boy brought the groceries. He’d be here shortly.
Jessie stopped his pickup when he saw the man wave him over in the street. He was a quarter mile from Boldage Manor. He pulled his truck to the side; the man came over to him before he could get out. “You got a car problem?” He looked back at the man’s black Cadillac pulled over to the side. It was old but in good condition, a classic, Jesse not even sure what year it was.
“No, but I do have a problem you could solve for me.” His voice was deep.
“What can I do for you?” Jessie had never seen him around before.
“Your Robert’s brother, aren’t you?”
Robert was his older brother, ten years older. “You know Robert?”
“Yes, he did me some favors about five or six years back. I talked to him yesterday, and he told me you worked at the general store, just like he did as a delivery boy. Glad he is doing so well.”
It was as though they were old friends. “What sort of favors?”
“Are you making a delivery to the old Boldage Manor?”
“Yes, how did you know?” The man was curious.
“If you deliver the case of water I have in my back seat with your delivery, I’ll give you a hundred dollars.”
“I already got the water.” Then, it came back to him. Robert had told him about this man that paid him to deliver things to the house, things that the people that lived there didn’t ask for. He told him he did it a dozen times, usually on the weekends and had made over a thousand dollars. He never knew why or asked why. He just did as he was told and kept the money. He needed it at the time, just like Jessie. There wasn’t much work around here, Jessie was lucky to have the delivery-boy job even though he had graduated from high school.
“My water is better.” He didn’t explain.
“I don’t want to get into trouble,” Jessie nervous. What was in the water? He had seen the lovely woman that was staying there. Did this man want to do something to her?
“You won’t get into trouble, Jessie. Just like your brother never got into trouble.
“I don’t know if it’s worth it.” He should just make his delivery and that’s it.
“How about a little bonus for you, Jessie? You’ve seen the woman that is staying there. Great looking but I’m sure you noticed that hot, little body on her.” What teenage boy didn’t get hard seeing her?
“Yeah, she is great looking. We don’t get sophisticated women like that around here.” He couldn’t deny that he got hard when he saw her and masturbated at home that night, the image of her naked in his head when he came.
“I happen to know that she’ll take a bath tonight as soon as it gets dark. She’s going to pull down the blinds in the bathroom next to the tub, but it will break. She’ll have no choice but to undress and take a bath with the blinds up and the lights on. Now, if you had crept up on the roof before it got dark, you’d get a nice view. She’d undress just for you, and you never can tell what else she might do. She’s single; maybe she likes to masturbate in the tub.” He could see Jessie’s eyes grow big at the thought of being a voyeur. The act of spying on a naked woman was as sexually stimulating as the view.
“You sure it won’t hurt her?” He’d get out of work early so he could be up on the roof. He could check out the access to the roof when he made the delivery. He felt his cock grow hard. It was strange, how did the man know the blinds would break?
“She’s too beautiful. What man would want to hurt her?”
“Okay,” Jessie consented. A hundred dollars. He would go to Lake George on Saturday and have some fun.
He went back to his car and brought back the case of water, the same brand that Jessie had. He put it in the back of the truck, taking the other case out. “Here you go. If you give me a call next time she orders groceries, there’s another hundred in it for you.” He handed his number to him, the cell phone number scratched on a scrap of paper. In his hand was the crisp, new hundred-dollar bill.
Jessie grabbed it quickly before he changed his mind. He put the telephone number in his wallet next to his condom. “What’s your name?”
“John, John Smith. Enjoy the show tonight, Jessie.” He walked back to the car and threw the water in the back seat. He turned the car around and headed off in the opposite direction. His plan was now in action. The water was laced with a special drug, a combination aphrodisiac and relaxant. It wasn’t too powerful, just enough to keep her sexually on edge and willing to indulge in any of her fantasies.
Jessie couldn’t lose his erection, no matter how much he tried to put her out of his mind. He pulled his truck into the driveway and the tires bounced along the ruts. He pulled in front, next to her Mustang. I wish I could afford that? He grabbed one of the boxes and went to the door. He pushed the button for the bell but didn’t hear anything. He pushed again and then knocked loudly on the wooden door. It took a moment before he heard footsteps.
His erection was back the minute he saw her. She had a flannel shirt that hid her breasts, but the top two buttons were open to tease him with her naked flesh. “Delivery.”
“Jessie, isn’t it?”
“Yes’m.”
“Bring them in; I’ll show you the way. Call me Faith. You’re going to be delivering more times in the next month.” She could feel him follow her, but she felt his eyes more. He stared at her ass, just like every other red-blooded man in this town. Doesn’t anyone get laid here? I hope my luck will be better than theirs.
His cock grew harder and longer as he stared at her ass. The tight jeans covered her buttocks like a second skin, and Jessie’s imagination took over. He couldn’t wait to see her naked tonight. It would be as if she undressed just for him.
“Put it on the counter. I’ll put them away while you get the rest.”
It took four trips to bring in the three boxes of groceries and the case of water. It was as though he prolonged it as long as possible. When he made the last trip, she asked him. “Want something to drink? I don’t have anything but the water you brought.”
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Jessie took one look at the case of water. “No thanks, Faith. I have to get going.” He wouldn’t dare drink the water, no matter what the stranger had told him.
She handed him a ten-dollar tip. “Thanks again, Jessie. See you next week.” He took one look at her before he left. He checked the roof and access to it before he got back into his truck.
* * *
It was getting dark by five, so Jessie had to hurry. “I have to leave early tonight.” He offered no explanation to James.
“Be in early tomorrow. I need the shelves stocked for the weekend.” It was slow today, and Jessie seemed distracted all afternoon. It must have been seeing that good-looking woman today. It was rare in this part of the state except during the summer where they got the overflow of Lake George tourists.
Jessie left a message for his mother that he would miss dinner tonight. He didn’t want to interrupt an interesting night. He stopped his truck on the side of the road and pulled way off the pavement. The sun had just gone down, and it started to get dark. He’d checked out the house after he dropped off the groceries. The bathroom was in the back of the house on the second story. There was a large dormer, a wide expanse of roof next to it. The shingles still looked like they were in good condition; he hoped the wood beneath them wasn’t rotted. He would hate to have to explain how he fell through the roof. There were lights on in the living room as he went around to the back of the house. He managed to find the trellis at the corner of the house. He was lucky that this one was made of metal, rusted but it was still solid. He pulled on the first couple of rungs just to make sure. They held. He began to climb slowly up the trellis, one rung at a time. He held his breath and hoped that each one would hold him. He was relieved when he got to the top, but now, he had to contend with the roof. The first step was the hardest as he tried not to put all his weight down until he knew it would support him. He climbed carefully on the roof and over to the window. He hoped it was the right one, the blind was closed now. The stranger had better be correct. He sat down and pulled his coat around him as it started to get colder now that the sun was gone.