Author's Notes:
This story is not meant to be a reference guide to the Wicca belief system. I borrowed from it lightly for the benefit of telling this story. I'm not promoting or condemning it. While I did some research into Wicca, I'm fairly certain many could do better. Again, I'm just writing to entertain, not educate. By all means, if you are interested in Wicca, far better information resources are available than this story.
Additionally, if you doubt the possibility that a company owning the patent on a life-saving drug might decide to withhold it for purely financial reasons, look up Glybera.
What is wrong with a society that grants corporations more rights than people?
Greed may be the deadliest of the Seven Sins, after all.
Chapter 1
Jennifer's prey was already three drinks into his party experience, and the night was young. He was watching trust-fund Amazon bimbo Kate Stirling, who was on the dancefloor shaking the big implants her daddy paid for. As her bouncing boobage came close to freeing themselves from her dress, Richard's eyes were firmly locked on target.
This also meant no one but Jennifer was watching him.
Slipping up next to the man, Jennifer set her red plastic cup next to Richard's on the kitchen island's marble top.
Richard lifted his hands to amplify his shout as Jennifer stepped back into the shadows with his cup.
"Kate! Show us your fat tittays!" he bellowed drunkenly.
The tipsy man brayed with laughter at Kate's angry glare, glanced down to pick up the cup before him, and chugged the contents in quick gulps.
Jennifer smiled. Prey tranquilized.
She just needed to track her target now, wait for the roofie to kick in, and separate him from the herd.
As the brunette beauty stalked the boorish turd from the shadows, she moved to the music as if she was in a world of her own. She ignored the frat boys' feeble attempts to engage with her, and each moved on with expressions of contempt or anger. One was unusually persistent, but a disgusted glare finally sent him on his way.
None of that mattered as she was hunting big game.
Richard Madden was the son of Charles Madden, CEO of Madden Pharmaceuticals, Inc. He was being groomed to work in his daddy's empire as he'd take over one day.
Jennifer's coven needed someone on the inside, and Richard would be their inside man.
Her part of the mission was to bring Richard to the coven. They would take the next steps once she delivered him.
She saw the signal when he stood and ambled slowly back toward the kitchen. His steps were hesitant, so she smoothly slipped through the crowd and moved beside him.
Jennifer quickly confirmed eyes weren't aimed their way and slipped her hand around his waist to guide him toward a hallway leading to some bedrooms. They moved at a relaxed pace until they were at the door to the last room. She reached around, opened it, and eased them inside. She relaxed when she saw the room was empty. It was still early in the evening, so the horny frat boys hadn't begun to drag their victims to secluded bedrooms to score.
Richard's eyes were glassy and vacant, and his facial muscles relaxed. She scooped up the black hoodie she'd left on the bed, threw it over his shoulders, and pulled the hood up to hide his face. Then she sat him in a chair. She unzipped her small purse to get her phone to call in the troops.
She froze when she saw her cell wasn't there.
An image flashed into her mind of her phone sitting on her bedside table, plugged into its charger.
Jennifer cursed silently and moved to plan B. She'd already spent too much time in Richard's presence. People might recall seeing them together. She'd have to leave him here while she retrieved her helpers.
Jennifer took another look at Richard and moved to the room's door. She slipped into the empty hall and immediately rushed to the exterior door at the hall's end to slip from the house. The coven members were waiting in a car in the lane behind the frat house. She saw people walking in the neighborhood, so she kept herself to a comfortable but quick walk.
Richard should be safe enough until she returned momentarily.
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One of the party attendees, a certain frat boy burned by a scornful glance, was fuming about Richard Madden's fucking success at capturing the interest of the hot bitch who'd snubbed him. Kevin Tate tossed back the last of his drink and recalled the harsh look on the otherwise perfect features of the brunette he'd been watching since she arrived.
Kevin's family was one of the wealthiest in the state, and he was far better looking and more fit than Richard. His car was better than Richard's, and he dressed better. He'd fucked more sluts than the asshole too!
So why did such a succulent piece of tail lead Richard away toward a bedroom instead of him?
His anger increased, and he pushed himself to his feet to go to the kitchen to get another drink. The more he thought about it, the more unfair it seemed.
He decided to have a few words with Richard when he finished scoring with the slut.
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Kate caught a glimpse of Richard walking away down the hall, and she scowled. He really was a bastard. She'd gone on a date with him the week before, and he got a little rough, ruining her favorite skirt. He'd also broken the gold chain her mother gave her. He owed her money for repairing that.
She pushed away the clingy frat boy on the couch who was trying to feel her boobs and stood up. She swayed slightly as the beer was going to her head. Time to switch to water.
Making her way to the hallway, she spotted someone stepping out of the last bedroom and leaving the house by the side door. Was Richard in there?
Glancing back, no one was watching her, so she quickly wobbled down the hall to the last door and slipped inside. She squeaked as she saw someone sitting in the chair in a black hoodie.
She stepped closer when he made no noise and pushed back the hood.
"You fucker, Richard! You scared me!" she cursed at him as she swayed on her feet.
Still, he made no sounds. She squinted at him. "You owe me money for breaking my chain!"
When his silence continued, she got mad. She grabbed the hoodie and pulled, making him lean forward. She tugged harder and the sweater pulled free as Richard toppled out of the chair to land on his face on the floor.
Kate burst into nervous giggles as Richard was face down and ass up. She tossed the sweater on the bed and leaned down to tug his wallet from his back pocket. Her head swam a little for tilting over, so she stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed. Looking in the wallet, she saw the wad of cash inside, so she stuffed the bills into her bra. She tucked the wallet into the sweater's pocket as she examined Richard.
An idea was forming in her beer-addled brain. Richard was totally smashed. She could do anything with him. She giggled nervously again as her sorority sisters had said some angry things about Richard. They'd told her to avoid him, and she'd still gone on a date with the man. As they'd warned her, he'd acted like a brute, tore her clothes, gave her some bruises, and broke her chain.
