The first person to meet the challenge comes out swinging!! The first of her two submissions is amazing. Enjoy!
By M.V. Freeman
“Oh yes, I believe in friends. I believe we need them, but if one day you find that you just can’t trust them anymore what then? What then?” His voice held a tremor never heard in the board room as he held the manila folder in his hands.
A soft low laugh, and the swish of skin sliding on skin, as a woman perched up on her elbow from the reclining position she’d been in on the burgundy couch. Her Marilyn Monroe bleached hair fell over her shoulders , caressing her too perfect naked breasts, the pink tip of her nipples teasing the eye. Her impossibly red lips smiled over glimmering white teeth. Sometimes she chose different hair colors and skin tones, but the teeth; they were always so very bright.
“Why darling, you kill them of course.” She ran her hand down her flank, along her hip as his eyes followed the movement. He hoped he didn’t show his desperation it twisted in his stomach making his fingers tremble, the folder falling from his hands to the desk with a soft plop.
“Sophia, killing former friends would not lessen the tragedy of what they’ve done.” He loosened the tie around his throat, unfastening the top button on his shirt as she swung her long legs to the side of the couch, still wearing her six inch stilettos and stood. She could look him in the eye as she strolled over, rolling her hips. Her eyes were impossibly blue, the color of the sky on a clear fall day, bright enough to make one squint.
“But you wouldn’t have to worry about revenge.” She purred, running her carmine tipped nails over his chest, goose bumps erupted along his skin. “I’m the only friend you’ll ever need.”
“You’re right. You’re the only one I can trust.” He murmured fighting the instinct to touch her. There were rules and he had to wait. She pushed him back on his desk. The scent of her filled his nostrils making his head swim with lilacs and spice.
“Of course I’m right, Daniel.” She smiled again, this one was predatory making his heart skip a beat as her hand darted out with unnatural speed and picked up the folder as everything on the top of his desk fell with small thuds onto the thick carpet. She straddled him, bringing her knees up to lay on either side of his hips. The warmth her flesh burned through his clothes and everything hardened. “Let’s see who betrayed you this time.” Sophia flipped open the folder and read the contents. There really wasn’t much in there, only two sheets of paper typed neatly. The information laid out concise and orderly, just like he instructed.
“Greg is the one,” and mentioning it caused something sharp to press into his heart. “He helped me start the company.” It had been only five years ago. They’d been young and full of dreams. Now he wanted to oust him and buy his share.
“And now he’s trying to yank it out from under you. Silly boy.” With a flick of her wrist, Sophia flung the folder away from her. She reached down and unbuckled his belt and with a quick yank jerked it from around his waist and throwing it in the direction of the folder. “But don’t worry, he won’t bother you for long.”
Speech fled him as she unbuttoned his pants and put her strong hands on him, but he was ready for her. He grasped her thighs as she raised herself to kneeling.
“But first,” She growled softly, “You’ll give me this payment, and I’ll take care of the rest.” She sank onto him, all hot and wet.
He was helpless. Lost. And as she rode him, this succubus, he wondered what would happen when he ran out of friends. What then?