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  Honey

  Chapter 1

  Firstly, I can’t say I chose this way of life. This way of life,

  kind of chose me…

  Zipping up my black patent leather, over the knee boots,

  trying not to snag my fishnet stockings. I gazed over to see

  Marcus, watching me closely from the doorway. His heavy

  muscular frame, filling the entirety of the dark space.

  “You ready Dom’?” He asked, looking somewhat unamused.

  Before I could even answer, his face unchanged, he asked, “do

  you really want to do this?”

  Standing up from the dresser, repositioning my bra to accent

  my greatest features. I walked over to him, looking up and

  softly taking his chin in my hand. I replied, “you ask this

  every single time, you know that I have to do this.”

  Sighing heavily, he instructed, “you know the drill… if the guy

  gets too hot and heavy…”

  I interrupted, “I call you and you will be there in seconds.”

  Reaching up and kissing his cheek, I pleaded, “please, I have

  done this so many times before. I know the score. I’ve got

  this. I just wish that you wouldn’t worry so much. People will

  begin to think that you’re getting soft in your old age.”

  Watching his whole demeanour change, a smile swept across

  his entire face. Hearing his hoarse voice almost crack, as he

  called out “hey, who are you calling old?”

  Moments later, checking the guys profile over once again, on the car ride over to the bar. Taking in all of his little tweaks

  and quirks, to make sure that the night would be a complete

  success. Catching the glare of the neon lights from the bar, in

  the corner of my eye. While feeling the car begin to slow down

  and pull up outside, it was then I knew we had arrived.

  Turning to face me, again Marcus sighed, speaking only to

  say, “good luck. I will catch you later, back at the hotel.”

  Patting his shoulder, I nodded. Then without another word

  spoken, I exited the car and walked in through the bar

  entrance.

  Head to toe with pure confidence, I seated myself up at the

  bar. Sure, that there were a thousand eyes right now, burning

  my bare skin through my black lace mini dress. Ordering a

  bourbon, straight, I noticed that I had gained the attention of

  my subject. Holding my composure, remaining aloof, I heard

  someone seat them-self down next to me. Noticing that there

  was a young guy seated beside me. Instantly wishing that I

  was here under other pretences, because holy hell did this kid

  look hot!

  Placing his drink down on to the bar before him, I heard him

  ask, “can I buy you a drink?”

  Trying to show no expression, wanting to let him down

  gently, to get back on target. Without making any eye contact,

  I replied, “sorry darlin’, but I’m waiting for someone.”

  Looking in the opposite direction, catching the glare of the

  guy, to why I was actually here. Giving him the look of pure

  lust and desire, biting my lower lip, lifting my head slightly,

  just so that he could begin to study my neck. Allowing him to

  imagine his warm lips on my soft, bare skin. I watched him

  begin to walk over, sure that I had gained his full attention.

  “Bartender, bourbon, straight,” I heard him call out.

  Lifting my glass, to celebrate his choice of poison. I was sure

  that his entire focus was fixed on me. Hearing the kid at the

  barstool beside me leave, biting my lip hard, I silently

  breathed a sigh of relief.

  Feeling the guy before me, undressing me with his eyes. I held

  my hand out to him, introducing myself, while seducing him

  with my eyes.

  “Bourbon, great choice! I’m Honey, do you come here often?”

  I asked.

  Watching his whole face fill with both pure lust and desire,

  sure that I had read his profile correctly. Tom, 27, investment

  broker, bourbon drinker, enjoys the company of trashy

  confident women, with a splash of kinky undertones.

  Taking my hand, he stated, “hey, I’m Tom. Most nights after

  work, I join some of the guys from the office for a stiff drink.

  This place is usually dead. Though tonight, I am really glad

  that I didn’t head off home early with the others.”

  Watching him watch me over his glass, sure that he already

  knew every last detail, of what he would have liked our night

  to have entailed. Feeling the sexual tension grow between us,

  his body language screaming, I want and need you right here,

  right now. Knowing that I had him exactly where I wanted

  him, he’d fallen hook, line and sinker.

  I seductively suggested, “I’m only in town for one night, my

  hotel is a couple of blocks away. Would you like to accompany

  me, for a little nightcap?”

  Knocking back the entirety of his drink in one forceful gulp,

  heavy-handedly, smashing the glass down on to the bar, he

  nodded. Ushering me outside in a flash, feeling his hand at

  my waist and his lips at my bare shoulder, I held out my hand

  to gesture for a taxi. Relieved to see one approaching us in the distance. Opening the door for me to enter, I heard him slide

  across the seat beside me. As I called out to the driver, “Hotel

  President please.”

  Feeling his fast, forceful hands at my neck and thighs, holding

  back, trying my best to get him to hang on, until we were at

  least behind closed doors. I Noticed Marcus in the rear-view

  mirror, trailing behind, while I felt relieved that the hotel was

  only a short drive away. Feeling him tug at the hem of my lace

  dress once more, holding his hand firmly, I whispered, “not

  yet, let’s leave something for the room.”

  Playing along, allowing him to take full control, emphasising

  his everything on to my mouth, hot and heavy. I felt euphoric

  when we finally arrived, pulling up outside the hotel entrance.

  Knowing that this ordeal would soon be over.

  Leading him up to my hotel suite, on the top floor, together

  we entered. When surprisingly it came to my attention, that

  now that we were alone, he was ravenous. He had no time for

  getting friendly acquainted, no thoughts of a further

  introduction. He only had one focus, leading me into the

  bedroom. It was clear, that he had obviously been here before,

  he already knew the room layout like the back of his hand.

  Embracing me hard and forceful, I pushed him down on to

  the bed, reaching forward to unzip my black leather boots.

  Evidently sounding cocky, shaking his head fiercely, he

  moaned, “no Honey, leave them on. I want to take them off,

  but not yet.”

  Biting my bottom lip hard, placing my hands on to my hips,

  pushing out my chest, I asked “you like them? You like it a

  little kinky, do you want to play?”

  Nodding slowly, without losing focus, he replied with a loud

  groan, “Yes!”

  Wat
ching him watch my every move, I turned to pull out a leather bag from beside the bed. Taking the two sets of

  handcuffs from the side pocket, I held them up, watching his

  entire face become exhilarated. Dangling them in the air

  before him, I asked, “may I?”

  Reacting quickly, he began frantically nodding, rapidly

  pulling himself backwards up through the centre of the bed,

  tearing off his shirt and throwing it on to the floor.

  Attaching his wrists to the handcuffs and then in turn to the

  cast iron headboard behind him. I began seductively seducing

  him with my eyes, holding him firmly. I could clearly see the

  excitement that consumed his entire body, flinching and

  quivering at the prospect of what was about to happen.

  Leaning forward, climbing on to his lower torso, holding him

  beneath me, with my inner thighs. Tracing the muscular

  toned lines of his chest and abdomen with my lips, gaining his

  trust. I seductively pulled a black satin blindfold from my

  cleavage, to his amazement, bringing his excitement to a

  whole new level.

  “May I?” I asked once more.

  Watching him frantically nod, as though he had lost all

  control, I was sure that I had him completely under my spell.

  Positioning the blindfold and fixing it in place, running my

  hands up and down his entire body, firing him up. I stood,

  making my way over to the closed door.

  Opening the bedroom door, to greet the pretty young lady

  that stood there. In complete silence, with only facial

  expressions. I stood back and gestured for her to take over.

  Watching her face fill with sadness, she walked over to the

  edge of the bed. Peering down at him, bound and half naked

  on the bed before her. I gestured for her to do as we had

  originally discussed and pre-planned. Climbing on to Tom’s

  lower torso, seated in the exact position. Where I had been only moments before, he began to groan, “Honey, baby,

  where did you go? Have you got another little surprise for

  me?”

  Breathing deeply, I watched her reach forward, pulling the

  silk blindfold from his face, in one foul swoop.

  To hear him shriek, “Emma, baby, this is not what it looks

  like.”

  Collecting my things, I turned to face Emma, watching the

  anger consume her face, hearing him try to explain and worm

  his way out of, why he was here, in this hotel room, cuffed to

  the bed. Knowing that my work here was done, I reached the

  doorway, hearing Emma call out “you cheating bastard! I am

  at home with three kids, while you are at the bar, hooking up

  with complete strangers.”

  Then came a loud slap, sure that he deserved every hit, even

  though the sound sent a shockwave through my entire body.

  Greeted by Marcus in the hallway, who now looked overjoyed

  that tonight’s honeytrap was complete, we made our way out

  to the car.

  Chapter 2

  Washing the sordid trails of this evening from my bare skin,

  feeling the hot water cascade over my body. My mind began

  to wander and drift away, beginning to wonder, what would

  happen in the next chapter, of the Tom and Emma scenario?

  Would she have enough courage to leave him, to be a strong,

  confident single mum? Or be inclined to forgive the lying,

  cheating, waste of space that he was. Incapable of loving

  anyone other than himself, led astray by anything young, hot and willing enough; with a pulse. Snapping out of my daze

  quickly, realising that yet again, I couldn’t allow myself to get

  attached. It was my main rule, never get involved, or have

  personal feelings towards any of the case subjects. The truth

  was out, the case was closed, what happened next was

  certainly no concern of mine.

  Laid out across the living room couch, in my sweats, hearing

  Marcus call over to me from the chair, “you did good tonight

  kid.”

  Nodding, with glazed eyes, powerless to shake this odd,

  repetitive feeling. Noticing my almost comatose pose, Marcus

  stated, “you look troubled. Remember, your rule. No

  attachments!”

  Nodding my head once more, I heard Marcus’s voice again,

  echoing concern, “if it starts getting to you like this, then

  maybe you need to call it a day. Dom’, there are millions of

  sleaze-balls out there, you can’t expect to catch them all out. I

  know it’s harder when there are kids involved, but just

  remember, she came to you.”

  Standing up from the armchair, Marcus proceeded towards

  me. Leaning over, feeling his lips, kiss me forcefully on my

  forehead. He asked, “do you need me to lay with you for a

  while, comfort you, and help put your mind at ease?”

  Shaking my head slowly, I assured him that I would be fine, I

  just needed to sleep, to shake off this dire feeling. Lifting my

  head, watching him leave, in the direction of his bedroom, he

  called out, “night Dom’.”

  Sure, that he was right, hating myself for even feeling this

  way. Worn down, with no energy left inside of me, to even

  think to get up. Returning to my distant gaze, quickly the

  room filled with silent darkness, fighting heavy eyes, I fell asleep.

  Arriving at work the following morning, making my way up to

  my office, saying goodbye to Marcus, parting ways at his

  office door. Where here, his job title and lead role, being head

  of our company’s security. I headed over to the elevator,

  arriving quickly to my floor, I was greeted by my personal

  assistant, Ashlee.

  “You have two meetings, three call backs and Ms Hilary wants

  to see you after lunch,” Ashlee called out in pursuit.

  Reaching my desk, I turned to face her. Painfully watching

  her gasp for breath, I asked, “is that all Ashlee?”

  Nodding her head, she gave out a slightly unsure smile,

  replying only to say, “yes! Sorry Miss Stone. Good morning.

  Would you like your coffee now?”

  Moments later, stood over at the window, overlooking our

  great city before me, massaging my aching neck. Hearing

  someone enter, expecting to see Ashlee return with my coffee.

  Turning to see Marcus standing in the doorway, he suggested,

  “maybe if you slept in that bed of yours, instead of the couch.

  You wouldn’t wake up with so many aches and pains.”

  Rolling my eyes at him, I asked, “Marcus, did you want

  something? And take those damn dark glasses off when

  you’re indoors, you look like an asshole!”

  Laughing at my remarks, he replied, “I just wanted you to

  know, that I’m heading out with a team, over to the harbour;

  for a shoot. And I probably won’t be back until late this

  afternoon.”

  Sitting down at my desk, I shrugged my shoulders, seemingly

  unfazed that he was leaving. Tapping into my desktop, I

  looked up at him, watching him wait patiently for my reply.

  “I guess I will see you later then,” I replied, noticing him lift his dark glasses up over his dark skin.

  Smiling with his eyes, leaving, he called out “I’ll see you later

  hone
y!”

  Sure, that I had to get some work done, before the trail of

  meetings and call backs begun. With the entire advertising

  and promotional department here at Hassel and Voila

  Models, being entirely my responsibility. Opening up my

  personal email account, checking through the enormous

  amount of spam that had accumulated over the weekend, it

  was then that I stumbled on to our next case. Reading

  through the details quickly, reaching for my phone, I called

  Marcus.

  “Hey, I need a dog by tomorrow lunchtime. It has to be bigger

  than one of those lap dogs, something noticeable.”

  Arriving at the office the following day, after a late brunch

  meeting with our boss. Greeted by Ashlee, she began trailing

  off all that I had missed, the entire morning, in my absence.

  Lastly calling out, “Marcus mentioned that you needed a dog

  for a lunch time shoot. He is in your office. Dukie is a real

  sweetie pie. You’ll love him, he’s my baby…”

  ‘Huh!’ I thought, pushing my office door open to reveal a

  rather large, overly excited, Great Dane seated up at my desk.

  Instantly realising that I was in way over my head, this was

  not a dog, this was a horse of some kind.

  “Isn’t he incredible?”

  I heard her call out from behind me.

  Feeling every inch of my face cringe, knowing that I had to sit

  down in that very chair later.

  Happy just to get him out of my office, taking Dukie over to the quaint little bistro near the park. Seated in an outdoor

  area, I was soon greeted by a waitress. Bringing Dukie a bowl

  of water, she left to fulfil my order. Noticing my target arrive,

  head to toe in the finest tailoring that money could buy,

  seating himself down, with only a table between us.

  Quinn, 29, architect, avid coffee drinker, loves animals and

  long walks in the park. Likes his women proper, well dressed,

  highly conservative, well presented and well spoken.

  Suspected to be sleeping with his secretary and a few interns

  within his company. Doting partner, Cynthia, together for

  more than 12 years, due to walk down the aisle in less than

  three months.

  Leaning over to make a huge fuss of Dukie, watching him

  slobber and dribble all over the floor, trying not to scream,

  feeling myself slowly die inside. I heard laughter, turning to

  see my objective smile back at me.