by Carla Blake
She has killed someone with these hands, she thinks, continuing to flex her fingers. She has taken their life. Surely it should have left some mark? But there is nothing. No stain or blemish or tell tale sign of what she has done. Just her hands. Her old, familiar hands. Pale beneath the moon.
From her seat opposite, Alex watches her boss and wonders what she is thinking? Her hands seem to be troubling her, but she can see nothing wrong. Her nail polish is still perfect, anything less would be a disaster, and there are no other outward signs of injury. Maybe they are just cold. Maybe there is nothing wrong at all and she is just reading too much into Katherine looking at her hands.
The car travels though the almost deserted streets. The tires swish on the tarmac. On the windscreen spits of rain arrive like invading insects only to be swept away by the wipers.
Katherine again opens the window a crack, takes a deep breath, and closes it again.
Alex asks her if everything is alright?
“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
Alex shrugs. “I don’t know. I was just wondering.”
“Don’t.”
The car pulls up outside the Marble Hotel and the commissioner, still wide awake and bush tailed, hurries down the stone steps to open the door for her. He touches his top hat respectfully and wishes her a good evening. Katherine, finally beginning to feel the effects of all those Martinis, merely smiles and makes her way, just the tiniest bit unsteadily, into the foyer.
Alex, as always, is right behind her. Watching her, she sees her wobble- there isn’t anything she doesn’t notice about her employer - and hopes like crazy she makes it up to her room before she falls arse over tit.
Chapter Five
‘Room’ is perhaps the wrong word to describe the space in which Katherine Johnson is now living. ‘Suite’ would cover it better. Right at the top of the hotel. Five separate rooms perched on the edge of the clouds, affording magnificent views of London, the Thames, the tail lights of planes swooping in and out of Heathrow.
Katherine is at home here, which is perhaps just as well, seeing as it is her home.
She pays through the nose for it, this luxurious splendour, with its magnificent marble bathroom, sumptuous bedroom, small but perfectly functional kitchen and two breathtaking reception rooms. Here, she can sit in front of the huge window and gaze down at the little people as if she were a God. Here, she can watch them as they scurry hither and thither, never realizing that high above them, one of the country’s wealthiest and most influential women is nursing a crystal glass filled with white wine and filling it up with her tears.
Except that is all in the past now. She is different these days. Stronger. Confident the corner has been turned. Tonight, although she has done a dreadful, terrible thing, she feels better!
She feels like she is just starting to get over a heavy cold and some of the old energy and power is returning to their muscles. She feels.. bloody marvelous!
Alex is faffying about putting her coat away.
Katherine watches her and smiles secretly to herself. If only you knew, she thinks, biting her lower lips to stop her grin from leaking out of her mouth. If only you knew your boss was a killer! A murderer. What would you do, little Alex? Shop me to the police? Keep quiet for the sake of your job, our reputation? Run screaming from the room?
Alex turns to her, a frown on her face and Katherine’s hand immediately flutters to her mouth to ensure her lips are still closed. Did she inadvertently say something? Has she given the game away already? Shit!
But Alex is not running for the nearest exit.
“This came for you.” She says. “Special delivery.”
Alex hands her an envelope. It is brown, flat and large. There is an official looking stamp on the top left hand corner that Katherine vaguely recognizes as from her family’s solicitors.
She doesn’t open it but forces her expression into one of total disinterest before placing it on the table beside her. She tells Alex that that will be all. She has a busy day tomorrow, as she has so sweetly pointed out, she must get some sleep.
Alex’s reply comes in the shape of a curt nod, but Katherine can tell she is dying to say something. Her eyes keep flitting from envelope to Katherine and back again and her mouth begins to open, but nothing comes out.
She makes it as far as the door before it gets too much for her.
“Katherine.” She begins. “You would tell me if there was anything wrong?”
Again her eyes dart towards the envelope.
“Of course.” Katherine smiles. “What gives you the idea anything is wrong?”
Alex shrugs. “I don’t know. You seem... different.”
“I’m tired.”
“No, not that. You seem distant.”
“I’m only ten feet away from you. Max.”
This time Alex smiles. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. I dunno, maybe it’s me. Goodnight Katherine. I’ve arranged your usual wake up call for you.”
“Thank you. I’ll see you in the morning then.
An hour later Katherine is finally in bed and hugging herself. She is shaking uncontrollably. Her whole body shuddering under the weight of what she has done. She likens it to coming down from a heroin induced high. From being all powerful, - ‘I killed someone and it felt fucking good!’ - to the awful low of ‘I killed someone and I’m going to be fucking caught and thrown in jail for the rest of my life!’
It is that realization that has got her shaking now. Great shudders that are driving her into weighing up even greater and more risky options by the moment.
She must confess and hand herself in! Do her time and have done.
Like fuck!
She’d die in prison and what about her career? Her reputation? The magazine?
In that case, go back to Angela’s flat and get rid of the body.
Like how?! She couldn’t carry Angela’s weight across the room let alone down a flight of stairs and into the back of her car. And then there’s the chauffeur. He might have something to say about nudging aside the spare wheel for a stiff.
Drive yourself!
You fucking drive yourself!
Burn it then! Set fire to the flat and to Angela. Get rid of her that way.
What with? A match and a twist of paper? Get real.
No, a match and a bloody great bottle of vodka.
NO! For Christ’s sake! I’m not a bloody arsonist!
But you don’t mind being a murderer? What’s the matter with you? You’re gonna get caught. You know you are! There’ll be some trace of you. Hair. Skin. Pussy juices.
Yeah, all stuff that could belong to anyone. And we’ve been over this. The police do not have my DNA on record. It was a flat without security. No cameras, no pictures.
But.. but.. but...
But nothing! I am in the clear! All I need to do is act naturally and everything will be fine. Especially in front of Alex.
Then how about you start with stopping the shaking?
The clock says five o’clock. She has to be up at seven. Its’ not worth going to sleep.
Naked, Katherine climbs out of bed and picking up her robe, wanders into the lounge to sit beside the huge pane of glass overlooking the capital city. Down there lights glow and the streets stir with an army of people already beginning their day.
Her eyes fall on the envelope and she picks it up and sniffs it. She has no idea why. It smells of nothing but brown card. She opens it by pulling it apart where it has been sealed down. A cream sheet of good quality paper awaits her attention.
Carefully she pulls it out and reads it.
Then she calls for room service.
“What’s your name?”
“Megan.”
The maid the Marble hotel has sent to de
al with Katherine’s Johnson’s request has only been there a few months, yet she has heard all the tales regarding the tall, lithe figure she currently stands in front of now. How she lives at the hotel in the very best suite. How she rarely sees anyone once the door has safely closed behind her. How everyone is super shit scared of her.
She can see why. She’s beautiful. Breathtaking. It’s difficult not to keep looking at her. Megan feels sure if Katherine asked her to die for her right now, her only question would be how? No wonder everyone is scared. Who would want to upset such an breathtaking woman?
Katherine smiles at her. “I take it that’s the tea I ordered?”
“Erm, yes.” Megan smiles, flinching a little as she finally remembers where she is. “Where would you like me to put it?”
Katherine indicates towards the table by the window. “Over there will do fine. I haven’t seen you here before have I? Are you new?”
She is acting naturally. This is good.
“I’ve been here a few months.” Megan replies, relieved to have got the tray on the table without clattering everything together. Katherine is only wearing a bath robe and it is very distracting. She can see the outline of her breasts, the sweep of her thigh and she swallows hard. Her own pussy is doing that tight, clenching thing that only happens when she is turned on, and she so wants to run straight to the nearest ladies and rub her clit until she comes really hard.
“And do you like it?”
“Oh yes!” Megan gasps, before she gathers herself and realises what Katherine really meant. But by then it is too late of course, and she is blushing and biting her lip and trying to pour tea without slopping it every bloody where.
Katherine laughs. “It’s ok.” She says, moving her leg so the fabric of her robe slides even further up her thigh. “I get nervous when I first start a new job too. Have a cup of tea with me and calm yourself down. They’re not expecting you back right away are they?”
“No.” Megan says, “But I can’t. I’m not supposed..”
Katherine interrupts her. “You’re the maid right?”
Megan nods.
“Here to look after my every need?”
Another nod.
“Then that’s precisely what you’re doing. Looking after my needs. Sit. Have a cup of tea. Relax.”
They sit, the two of them. One stiffly and nervously, pretending to gaze out over the skyline and the lights illumination the city, when really she is having to force herself not to gaze at the Heavenly figure beside her, all too aware of whose presence she is in and terrified of putting a foot wrong.
Then there is the other, poised and confident, knowing exactly what kind of effect she is having on the poor, little maid and loving every minute of it, and smiling ; wondering what the nervous creature would be like between the sheets and calculating when exactly to extend her proposal.
“Megan?”
“Yes Miss Johnson.” The little maid is instantly nervous again, her hands shaking. She is so, so relieved her tea cup is back on the table instead of in her treacherous hands.
“How good are you at keeping your mouth shut?”
“Why? I mean, very good - I think.”
“So if I asked you to do something for me and you agreed, you’d be able to keep your mouth shut afterwards?”
“Yes, I think I would.”
“Only think?”
“No. No! I’m sure. I’d definitely be able to keep my mouth shut.”
“And what do you think might happen if you didn’t and I found out?”
“I would lose my job Miss Johnson.”
“And would you still keep silent if I asked you to do something and you disagreed?”
“Yes. I would.”
“Very well then. Do you like me Megan?”
“Well, yes Miss Johnson.”
“And you like the way I look?”
Megan swallows hard before she nods. She knows she should be looking at Katherine’s face but all she can concentrate on is Katherine’s hand on Katherine’s thigh, her fingers hitching up her robe, all the way up her thigh, all the way up to her groin.
“Look at me Megan.”
Megan reluctantly drags her eyes up to Katherine’s face.
The dark eyes that bore into her own suck into her very soul.
“I want you to fuck me Megan” Katherine says softly. “More specifically, I want you to get on your hands and knees and lick my cunt out until I scream for you to stop. Can you do that for me Megan? Can you make me scream?”
Megan is on all fours on the carpet. On her left and inches from her face, a vast expanse of glass offers her a magnificent view of London she no longer gives two hoots about. Beneath her fingers, the carpet is cream coloured and thick and she has lost the tips of them to the deep pile. In front of her sits Katherine, on a deep blue chair. Her robe, thick and plush and eye wateringly white lies in a puddle around her waist. Her breasts are magnificent. Firm and round and topped with nipples rapidly hardening now they are exposed to the air. Her legs are spread wide and Megan has the most incredible view of her pussy. It is enough to make her gasp for air and she cannot believe she is here! On her hands and knees and about to lick out the great Katherine Johnson. She wants to dive right in and taste her, probe her, tickle her, drive her clit into a shuddering orgasm that will have Katherine lock her thighs around her head and come all over her chin. But she is reluctant to start, knowing that once she has, it will herald the beginning of the end.
Katherine’s hand strokes her hair. “Something wrong?” She asks. “Are my legs not wide enough for you?”
“No, they’re fine. You’re lovely.”
“Then what’s the problem? Changed your mind?”
“No! No, not at all, I’m just.. savouring.”
“And I’m dying to come, so if you wouldn’t mind?”
Megan kisses her thigh. The skin is soft, fragrant and she tries to imagine she is the first person to ever kiss her there. She brings her hands up to glide over Katherine’s calves and grips her just behind the knee. Gently, she coaxes Katherine’s legs apart just a little wider and is pleased and very relieved when Katherine gives in to her. Feeling a little more confident, she dips her head forward and inhales the soft, clean fragrance of warm pussy, allowing the smile to spread across her face. Katherine is very pretty and neat and as Megan’s tongue slowly pushes against her pussy lips and then parts them, she hears the soft sigh from above her head.
“Lick me.” Katherine says and Megan bends to her work.
Her tongue slowly sliding up and down the smooth, wet channel. A sigh escaping from her own lips when Katherine instantly juices up and fills her mouth with salty juices. She swallows and feels nectar glide down her throat. Her mind explodes with the realization she is licking out Katherine Johnson and with sheer joy she probes the entrance to her cunt with the tip of her tongue, working it in, pushing through the soft folds to enter the deep, molten heart of her and begin fucking her as best she can, wanting to scoop out all the sticky liquid that resides within this silken well.
“Lovely.” Katherine says and holds Megan’s head firmly in place. “More. Give me more.”
And Megan licks her again. Up and down, in and out, feeling Katherine’s pussy grow plump around her mouth, her juices coating her lips, her chin. She plays with her clit, tonguing it roughly and making it stand to attention, whilst above her, Katherine squirms in her chair and thrusts her chest forward.
“My tits.” Katherine says, tugging at Megan’s hair. “Suck my tits.”
Kneeling up, Megan does as she’s told, her chin gleaming with juices, whilst her hands take the full, delicious weight of Katherine’s breasts and her tongue winds its way round nipples as hard as bullets. Eagerly she sucks and chews and flicks at Katherine’s nipples, making them harder sti
ll and covering her with traces of her own pussy cream.
“Now fuck me!” Katherine demands. “Use your fingers.”
Megan inserts two. It is hot inside Katherine’s cunt and her muscles squeeze her greedily. “Fuck me harder.” Katherine urges and Megan shoves another finger inside her hungry hole, fucking her with steady, even strokes she hopes is sending Katherine mad with desire.
It seems she is, for Katherine is at her own breasts now, massaging them and squeezing them and pinching her own nipples in order to add a little frisson of pain to the ecstasy going on below.
“Harder!” She insists and Megan turns it up a gear. In goes a forth finger and she is fucking her hard now, her fingers powering in and out of Katherine’s cunt. If she wasn’t so deliciously wet she’d be ripping her to bits, but she is soaking and her pussy is pumping out even more cream, coating Megan’s fingers and running down her wrist, turning Katherine’s cunt into one huge, sopping wet fuck.
“My clit. Rub my clit.” Katherine begs and Megan instantly obliges. Still on her knees it is easy for her to balance and use her other hand to stimulate Katherine’s clit rather than withdraw the one from her cunt, and as she rubs her clit and drives her fingers in and out of Katherine’s vagina, Katherine grips the chair and goes wild. Heaving her pelvis from the seat she begs Megan to fuck her harder and harder and not to stop, never to stop. She wants to come. She has to come! Oh, Christ, fuck her!
Megan fucks her, her fingers driving in and out of a cunt that sucks at her with ever increasing force whilst her other hand rubs at Katherine’s clit, up and down, round and round. Her pussy swimming with juices, her entire cunt slick and wet and throbbing.
“Close.” Katherine breaths and Megan redoubles her efforts. She can’t wait to see Katherine come. She can’t wait to see her face as she tips over the edge and looses herself to that vast, wonderful pleasure.