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CHAPTER 7

“I f an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.”

-Niccolo Machiavelli

Stalker

As usual, darkness was my friend, shrouding me from prying eyes as I’d watched the asshole casing his latest prey. He’d taken pictures after following the woman home. In turn, I’d followed him, keeping an eye on his every move.

I’d known assholes like Drew Monahan my entire life. They hid behind wealth and opportunity, often living as pillars of the community while thriving on creating chaos. When arrogance took over all aspects of common sense, the jerks typically became careless in their activities.

They had God complexes, certain there wasn’t a person on earth who could stop them from enjoying their demented activities. In Drew’s case, he believed that because he lived in an upper scale community with tree-lined sidewalks and wealthy neighbors that his horrific acts would go unnoticed.

After all, his father was considered an important man, his mother high on the social scale. He often flew to Italy to update his wardrobe and drove expensive sports cars. All because of a massive trust fund of course.

The man had barely worked a day in his life.

He’d managed to hide his proclivities over the years, but his overconfidence had finally caught up to him. Sadly, as I’d suspected, he’d been let off on bail, his father hiring the best defense attorney money could buy. I was no fool. I knew exactly what would happen. Suddenly, the single witness would have a loss of memory and the case would be tossed out of court.

I’d tried to curtail my acts of vengeance over the years and had been fairly successful. Perhaps in saving the beauty I’d nicknamed Lady Butterfly I’d remembered how joyful exacting my brand of wrath and revenge had been.

Plus, I couldn’t stand pricks who thought they were not only getting one over on the cops, but on me. The bastard had made the mistake of snickering when I’d been convinced not to kill the son of a bitch.

That would be corrected tonight.

He had no idea how angry I was. As his car pulled up in his driveway, I took a deep breath. At least he lived alone, which would avoid all the nasty issues with witnesses.

Drew had stopped off and grabbed some Chinese takeout. After exiting his Range Rover, he headed for his front door. He hadn’t even bothered to park it inside the garage. I knew why.

He had all his equipment inside, various tools that I suspected he used to kidnap and torture his victims.

I’d been counting on the fact he’d allow me in through the front door.

With his keys in hand, he headed for the entrance, stopping long enough to glance up at the motion detector light that hadn’t come on this evening. Tsk. Tsk. All I’d needed to do was raise my arm and unscrew the bulb slightly. He hadn’t placed it high enough on the roof line. A costly mistake.

As soon as the door was open, he instantly turned off his alarm.

It would seem he remained oblivious to my presence. Since I’d been driven into a piss-poor mood, I decided to take out my frustration on the man who’d interrupted my nice, peaceful jog and who’d gotten my name in the papers.

Fucker.

I inched closer, stepping from the shadows. “Hello, Drew. Remember me?”

I slapped one hand over his mouth while driving a syringe into his neck with the other.

Just before he passed out, I whispered softly in his ear, “I’ll make certain I remind you when we have a little fun together. Are you excited?”

* * *

Cassandra

You shouldn’t be doing this.

I’d told myself that a thousand times but had never paid attention. It was no longer about desperately needing the money, although living expenses in Chicago were high and I put every dime I made from my second job into my house fund and paying off my college loans.

It wasn’t about being coerced because I’d carefully established an entirely different identity. While my social security number for payment could easily be checked, the payments listed in my bank account appeared to be from consulting work. It would take someone picking through a few barriers, some of them I’d established myself to discover who I was.

There was no real thought of doing anything further with the second career.

But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t savored the seductive thrill, the secret allowing the darkest part of me to be in a safe place.

The truth was that I enjoyed the attention, the thrill of being someone else while knowing men were watching me, hungering for me.

Behind the mask, I turned into a sensual vixen. The excitement was real.

Sadly, I hadn’t been able to enjoy the nights for a couple of months. While I’d been with David, I’d kept my nighttime activities to myself with the single exception early in our relationship. He’d been turned on by watching me, fully engaged in the moment.

He’d even done a special video with me, but we hadn’t uploaded it. It had been the thrill of doing something kinky that’d had him begging me to engage. Maybe especially tonight I should feel concerned or even guilty about my extracurricular activities, but for several years before I’d met David, it had abated the loneliness.

Now it reminded me of just how truly lonely I was.

Two days had passed since David’s threat and I still couldn’t shake the horrible feeling he would soon come through with it. Maybe that’s why I’d finally gotten to the point of saying fuck it. I needed a release and this was the only way that provided any relaxation or peace.

If that made me a bad person, so the fuck be it.

I’d achieved so much success, but personal happiness had been placed low on the radar. Maybe I just needed a fix in addition to forgetting about the son of a bitch for a little while.

After returning home and locking the door, I grabbed a glass of wine and immediately headed to the guest bedroom first, taking the stairs to the third floor more slowly than normal. I’d never used my own bedroom for privacy purposes, the guest room adorned with more… evocative pieces and a lush, royal purple comforter. I kept my toys locked inside one drawer, certain pieces of lingerie in another. Other than David staying over a few nights in the years we’d been together, no one had stayed in the room so there was no need to worry my tricks of the trade would be found.

When I walked inside, I took a deep breath, the scent of the vanilla and brown sugar cinnamon room freshener catching my attention first. Then the moonlight streaming in through the open blinds, which was a reminder just how private I needed to keep my life. I flicked the wall switch and immediately shut them, realizing my nerves were more on edge than normal.

How silly, since I’d done this dozens of times over the years.

After adjusting the lights to provide some ambiance, I pulled out the tripod and placed the camera in the right position, easing back a step and taking a deep breath. Yes, the angle should work. The shoot tonight would be more intimate than usual. The specially designed holder came complete with a remote control I could easily use. Tonight, I’d remain on the bed. Sometimes I videoed myself in the shower or on the kitchen table. I didn’t feel especially creative tonight. I removed my clothes, leaving on only my sexy purple bra and thong.

Sometimes, I wore kinkier lingerie including thigh highs and crotchless panties or a bustier that barely contained my breasts, but I didn’t have the creativity within.

My breaths were shallow as I pulled the small key for the dresser drawers off the top of the doorframe. A strange tingling sensation shifted through me as I opened my bottom dresser drawer, selecting a passion purple vibrator and the teal-colored vibrating bumpy beads for my asshole. It had been a long time since I’d used them and even longer since I’d filmed myself with them. Why not shoot the moon tonight?

With everything ready, I headed into my bedroom, trying to push myself into the special mindset I’d crafted since the first time I’d dared to defy my shyness and step naked in front of a camera. I wasn’t the highly educated attorney any longer, but a woman addicted to sex like some were to crack cocaine.

But it wasn’t just about sex.

The wired high was about embracing the darker side of me. Just thinking about what little Cash had said about the Dark Nights game and the Obsidian Society had been an eye opener.

I tossed the clothing into the hamper, kicking off my lower heels and grabbing a pair of stilettos. Men preferred the strappy heels to anything clunky. This time, I decided on a mask just in case. Because of David’s threat, I was more nervous than I’d been in a long time.

But that only created a new layer to the sheer excitement. This was risky and dangerous, at least to my career. Yet I was salivating at the thought of being someone else.

I moved into the bathroom, flicking on the light. The mirror immediately grabbed my attention. Very slowly, I moved closer, placing my hands on the granite counter as I leaned in to study my reflection. The woman staring back at me was no longer the doe-eyed girl eager to right wrongs and rid the world of terrible criminals. I’d worked so hard, foregoing going to parties and out to dance clubs with friends.

I’d eaten ramen noodle soup for two years almost exclusively. I laughed at the thought. I knew every flavor they made and how to enhance the taste by using the cheapest ingredients. I’d worked my way up the ladder at the office. I’d sacrificed vacations and even days off and for what?

For what?

The answer had once been so easy. Now? I just didn’t know what I wanted out of my career any longer. The lines between right and wrong were becoming blurred. How was that possible when I was a black and white person? You were either good or bad.

“Who are you?” I asked.

The girl only smirked in reply.

Sighing, I grabbed my hairbrush and hairspray, taking a few minutes to make the vixen hiding inside of me appear as wild as she craved being.

The look was messy, sexy, and as if I’d just spent hours in bed with a hot and hungry man.

If only…

Grabbing the passion purple lipstick, I pursed my lips as I stained them the perfect color. A few touches of shimmering powder and the look was exactly what I wanted. It was amazing what a few alterations in a person’s appearance could do. Satisfied, I left the bathroom and headed back to my private boudoir. I even lit a candle for my personal ambiance.

Now for the seductive music to finish the scene.

Ah, yes, perfection. I’d put together several playlists. Tonight, I selected one with constant, tribal beats. That should get their blood pumping and their cocks twitching.

With everything in place, I took a few sips of wine and donned the mask before starting the video. I’d upload it to the Sugar Babies site as soon as I was finished. While I didn’t need or want a sugar daddy, the site’s clients did pay exceptionally well for the privilege of leering at young pussies.

I bent over, smiling as I always did to start the scene, dragging my tongue around my lips. “Good evening. Come play with me.”

This wasn’t just about creating a sex video for the hundreds of men who tuned into my channel. This was about providing a wet dream that could be remembered for nights to come.

So I danced.

Dancing had always been a passion, although few people ever witnessed my letting go. It was just another little secret and I had more of them than I realized. But so what?

I let myself go, twirling just within the camera frame, taking my time to rub the flats of my hands over my stomach and arms, down my neck and between my legs. I was mindful of the time, slowly beginning to touch myself more and more.

With my breath skipping on purpose, I stared directly at the camera and slowly lowered one strap of my bra down my arm then the other. But I was a tease, shifting away from the camera and tossing my head over my shoulder. When I blew the camera a kiss, I sensed even through the internet lines I had the participants in the palm of my hand.

I jerked my hips from one direction to the other as I removed the pretty lace. Laughing provocatively, I held the bra out to the side before I allowed it to slip through my fingers. I cupped my breasts and spun around, continuing to dance as I tossed my head from side to side.

I’d heard from many of my favored clients how much they adored the mole on the underside of my right breast. I made certain to lift both so the dark spot could be seen. It had stopped fascinating me what men found sexy. I simply gave them what they hungered for.

There was no doubt as soon as the men on the other side viewed the frame, they’d have their dicks in their hands, panting as they moved closer to the screen. I often wondered how large their screens truly were. Was it a seventy-two inch or maybe larger? Did they sit with their friends drinking bourbon while enjoying themselves or was this a very private moment?

The dance continued for a few seconds longer. I had the timing laid out like an orchestrated song, finally moving to the bed with lithe movements. It was time to give them what they really wanted.

Hot, personal, private sex.

I laughed and licked my lips as I sat down on the end of the bed, placing both hands on my knees and slowly pushing them open. Purring, I tipped my head back as I exposed my glistening pink pussy. I shaved every day no matter if I was performing that night. It was a personal decision. Or maybe I was hoping for a sexy interlude of my own.

With the vibrator in hand, I began to tease my wet cunt, sliding the vibrating tip up and down several times. Every sound I made was breathless, guttural. But that would change as the seductive dance continued. I closed my eyes and continued rubbing, opening my legs as wide as possible.

I counted off the seconds before allowing them another treat. I thrust a couple of inches inside, pumping a few times as I stared directly at the phone. I could almost feel their collective pulses although I wouldn’t be around to experience their reactions. Moaning, I raked my hand through my hair several times before swinging my head from side to side.

Every few seconds, I twisted my legs, leaning back so my full pussy was exposed. After that, I counted to ten before pulling the beaded anal vibrator into my hands. While I thrust the remainder of the purple wand into my tight channel, I ran my tongue around and down the beaded implement.

I could only imagine what my watchers would think when they had a chance to view the entire video.

As I started to push the anal wand into my forbidden hole, I allowed myself a few seconds of enjoying my own fantasy. Maybe my anger at David’s asinine behavior continued to play on my emotions, but as I shoved the beads inside, turning the setting onto high, all I could think about was Wilder’s voice and the way he’d touched me.

Kissed me.

Fucked me.

There was nothing quite like the feel of double penetration.

The combination was intense, so much so that it became impossible to keep an orgasm from sweeping through me. My reaction had nothing to do with my acting abilities. The sensations were electric, made more so by the images of Wilder’s face remaining in the forefront of my mind.

A second, even more explosive climax rolled through me. How could anything so sinful feel so damn good? After tossing my hair, I allowed a deeper moan to escape, finally lifting my head and staring directly into the camera.

As I started to come down from the blissful high, I removed the purple passion vibrator, licking my cum off the wand. It was strange that only a few seconds later, a feeling of shame entered my mind.

How unusual.

Sighing, I did my best to seductively end the scene, slowly rising to my feet and moving toward the camera. After blowing a kiss, I giggled.

“Goodnight, boys. Until next time.”

As soon as I turned off the video, my smile faded.

There’d been none of the usual satisfaction, no fulfilling joy that usually settled my nerves and allowed me a feeling of full relaxation. Tonight, I felt nothing but disgust with myself.

But something in the back of my mind told me I’d do this again.

And again.