Vile Destruction looked over Samantha from top to bottom. Well, she is young, and nubile—very attractive, I might add—and old enough to know how to please the desires of burning flesh. I’ll take her.”
A gentleman in an expensive suit with a cigar between his teeth and rings on his pinkie and ring fingers walked into the room. Looking at the gathered crowd, and in particular, the young girl, he said, “My, my…looks like we have a new volunteer.”
Poisonous smiled, recognizing the man from previous business. “Oily Lies! Good to see you again. How’s business?”
“’Doing pretty well,” he replied. “Although some of our workers tend to get sick, which means we have to turn them out on the street. They usually die within a couple of weeks.”
“A shame, really. You’d think they’d take better care of themselves.”
“Well, we use them as long as we can, and thanks to business associates like you, we can always get fresh meat.”
“My pleasure.” Turning to Vile Destruction, she said, “She’s all yours. I’ll leave her in your capable hands.”
* * *
Back in the District of Columbia, she landed in the women’s bathroom in the Friendship Heights Metro Station. Situated in a stall, she changed back to Perri, then headed up the stairs and walked towards the Chevy Chase Pavilion. Minutes later, consulting the Mall Map, and using her heightened sense of smell, the smell of strong coffee led her to the Starbucks. Poisonous recognized Roger as soon as she saw him. “Hi, Roger. I’m Perri.” His eyes scanned every inch of her body, making her feel a little self-conscious at first, then filled with satisfaction that a son of Adam would admire her form.
He smiled encouragingly as she approached. “Oh, hi Perri. You’re even prettier than I imagined.” They hugged. “Well, follow me,” Roger said, putting his hand behind her shoulders, guiding her to a quiet corner of the coffee shop.
After a few minutes, the small talk wore on her; it was time to move in for the kill. “So, Roger…is there anything interesting to do in this town, other than all the usual touristy things?”
“There are the usual nightclubs, of which I hear The Capital Scene is the hottest. Would you like to check it out sometime?”
“Hmmm. Sounds full of possibilities.”
“So, how about if I pick you up this Friday, ‘bout eight-thirty?”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
A smile. “Okay, I’ll see you then.”
“You certainly will. You won’t disappoint me, will you?” The question hung in the air, full of assertiveness, yet gentle.
“I’ll do my best not to.”
Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him close. Her lips kissed him in earnest. “Be good...” Smiling, and filled with anticipation, she walked back towards the Metro station, looking back to smile at him as she walked away.
Later that night, she lay in bed, images of her and Roger permeating her thoughts. Instinctively, she liked this man. An aura of power and strength emanated from him. Adrenaline coursed through her, and her entire body shivered. "This is driving me crazy...I can’t get him out of my mind." Several minutes later, after imagining all the things they could do together, with the possibility of her corrupting him, she finally succumbed to weariness. Soft and rhythmic breaths moved her chest up and down as sleep overtook her.
* * *
Wednesday, July 1st
Poisonous followed Samantha as she walked up to the elevator. Go to room 1215 they had told her. Samantha got off the elevator, and walked west down the hall until she reached the room in question. The lock card went into its slot, and the door clicked. The handle turned and let her in.
Poisonous took in the room, admiring the view. “The Executive Suite, huh; pretty fancy. I like this.”
The suite was very large. A panoramic view made it close to three thousand square feet. Subdued lighting glowed off the mahogany furniture. The room had all the swanky accouterments: a bottle of champagne on the bar in the living room; a large screen television which played some farcical B-movie. A fireplace sat against an opposite wall, stocked with a large log, but not lit for the summer. Even at this time of the evening, the temperature outside hovered just above eighty degrees.
Just next to the fireplace, an entrance went into a separate dining room, which had a large mahogany table, replete with china service, silverware and a vase of fresh flowers in the middle, and a dedicated pantry/kitchen. Moving towards the back of the suite, she looked out the window overlooking, and saw the evening traffic taking residents to local restaurants, the Theatre District, or perhaps, even to a nearby bar or local attraction. The streetlights illuminated the passing cars, buses, and Metro trams of Houston.
Exploring further, another opening led to a private study. Looking in, she saw a large desk with a computer and a printer situated very neatly on it. Even pens, pencils a notepad and a blotter covered the desk. A bookshelf contained classics as well as modern business references.
Going back into the living room, fresh flowers rose from a vase on the coffee table. In the bedroom, a freshly made oversized bed with covers that had just been washed looked inviting. Chocolate mints adorned the pillow. Another television hung on the wall. In the bathroom, an Italian Marble bathtub stood against the wall. Various luxurious toiletries, a make up mirror, hair dryer arranged themselves
“Wow, this is nice. Looks like nice place to entertain a gentleman.” Walking to the bar, she helped herself to some of the champagne. Bubbles tickled as the golden liquid went down her throat. Samantha’s date was supposed to arrive at 8 p.m. Ten minutes remained before the gentleman arrived, so Samantha picked up the remote, and changed the channel on the television to a show about a hospital in
