Sandy walked into her apartment, totally exhausted and looking forward to a night of sitting in front of the television and relaxing. As she entered her bedroom, she picked up the faint smell of stale cigarette smoke. Puzzled, she looked around, not really sure what she was looking for though. After a few minutes of going room to room, she shrugged it off and returned to her bedroom and proceeded to take off her clothes. She stared at herself, momentarily, in her mirror, thinking to herself it was definitely time for another diet.
Sandy had never been happy with her appearance even though, by most standards, she was a knockout. Standing 5'7, with long blonde hair that kissed her ass, Sandy was definitely a woman that could make heads turn. Her gorgeous blue eyes danced when she laughed and turned almost black when she was angered. Her long legs set the stage for the arousing trip up her body, capped off with succulent size 40 C tits, decorated with small to medium darkened nipples. And to top it all off, she had an ass that seemed to be carved from stone, perfectly round, yet perfectly tight.
But, even though she possessed all these assets, Sandy was always looking for ways to make herself even more attractive.
She had had several boyfriends in the past, all feeding her ego about her beauty, only to find out they were just the right words to get her into bed, then gone for good. Did this make her feel cheap? Yes, sometimes, but it also turned her into a raging nympho knowing she had that kind of power over men simply by just flashing some flesh.
As Sandy finished removing her clothes and giving her reflection a disgusted look, again she smelled the faint smell of cigarette smoke. And again, she looked around. Paying no attention to the fact that she was now naked from the waist up, Sandy proceeded on with her search, even glancing outside to her back patio. And again, she found nothing.
"Damnit, Sandy, get a fucking hold on yourself," she mumbled, sliding her skirt down to her feet and kicking it off.
She walked over to her large closet, yanking a shirt that one of her ex's had left behind. She loved wearing their shirts because they were so much bigger on her and were extremely comfortable.
Sandy then walked out and into her kitchen. As she bent down to grab a soda, she heard something that sounded almost like heavy breathing. She shot up and looked around, and again, saw nothing.
Now, she was becoming aggravated. She slammed the refrigerator shut and walked into the living room, dropping down on her huge overstuffed new sofa. As she stretched her legs out onto the glass topped coffee table, again the smell of cigarette smoke invaded her nostrils.
"Okay, who the fuck are you?" she said, standing up and quickly surveying the room, "I know someone's in here. Fucking come out and show your face and stop hiding!!"
For a moment or two, there was only silence. Sandy's heart was racing so fast she could hear it thumping in her ears. Her hands were becoming clammy and her legs began to feel like jello.
"Well? Are you coming out or do we have to be children here and play hide and seek?" she screamed, looking over and noticing the screen door was open half way.
Sandy quickly ran over to the screen door and shoved it closed, feeling somewhat better when she heard the lock click.
"It's a little late for that, Sandy," said a husky voice from behind her, "I mean, after all, if that door had been locked in the first place, you wouldn't be as scared as you are now."
Slowly, Sandy turned around. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was.
"Mike????? What the fuck are you doing here? Last I heard, you were in Boston," she said, slowly walking backwards, finally pushing herself against the closed front door.
"Good to see you remember me, Sandy," he said, putting his cigarette out in a cold cup of coffee Sandy had left.
"Mike, I told you before you left, it's over," Sandy said, trying desperately not to sound like a scared child.
"Yes, this is true," Mike agreed, "But see, I've decided that it's on again."
Sandy looked around for anything she could use to hit him or at least scare him. Instantly, her eyes focused on the pool stick in the corner, a gift her father had given her before she went away to college.
Mike picked up on what Sandy wanted to do and could only laugh, "If you think you can make it to that stick before I make it to you, then go for it."
Sandy swallowed hard and slowly began inching towards the pool stick.
Unfortunately for her though, for every step she took, Mike matched and was quickly catching up to her.
Finally, she reached the stick and grabbed it, just as Mike grabbed her wrist.
"Drop it, bitch," he hissed, "Drop it before I drop you."
Sandy remembered Mike's temper, it was one of the reasons she broke up with him. She also remembered that it didn't take much to provoke his dark side, so, hesitantly, she dropped the stick.
The sound of it hitting the cold tile echoed in Sandy's ears, almost as if it were a warning of things to come.
"I see you still like pushing the envelope," he whispered, gently pulling her to him by her wrist.
"Well, Mike, you know me, I don't like to let things get boring," she said, flashing him her best fake smile.
"Still a bullshitter too, I see," he said, guiding her back to her original spot on the sofa.
Sandy's body trembled with the fear of the unknown. She watched Mike remove his jacket and toss it to a small chair in the corner. He quickly unbuttoned his black shirt and jeans, kicking them both across the room. He stood there, clad only in black silk boxers, staring Sandy up and down.
"Unbutton your shirt, bitch," he whispered, slowly rubbing his cock thru his boxers, "And don't take all fucking night to do it."
Sandy glanced up at Mike, fighting back the tears, she unbuttoned the shirt, trying desperately to make her trembling fingertips work fast enough to please him.
"Now, take it off, I wanna see those hot tits of yours," he said, slowly sliding his hand down inside his boxers.
"Please, Mike, whatever it is you got planned, please don't go thru with it," she pleaded, "I have money now. I've got a great job and I'll give you some money."
