This is just a chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out the earlier stories. I hope you enjoy.
I walked around the next few days like I owned the world. The richest, most powerful woman in town was slowly becoming my personal slut. What can I say? I had it all.
At 20 years old, I didn't have the worldliness I thought I did. I should have seen it coming. Sure, Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn was gorgeous and married all of her wealth and power, but she was no slouch.
I had underestimated her. Big time! She had brains and guile to match her beauty even if she failed miserably in the personality department. I should have known better.
You don't get to be Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn by rolling over and just giving in to pressure. The rich and powerful fight back. I should have seen it coming.
I was walking to my car soon one night after work. The mall parking garage was fairly deserted but being a 20 year old male of average size and abilities, I wasn't really concerned or scared anything might happen.
I should have been. From out of nowhere, something hit me from behind in the back of my head. Stunned and dazed, I fell to the ground. That's when I realized someone was stomping me, kicking me in the stomach, ribs, head and face.
I felt the blood trickling from my nose and mouth, from a cut on my head and into my eyes. Through my haze, I saw that it was her boyfriend, the same guy from that afternoon in the Sheraton.
I tried to get up but he kept hitting and kicking me until I had no strength left. He grabbed a handful of bloody hair and pulled my head up off the pavement.
Leaning down, he growled, "Leave Suzanne Hawthorn alone or next time you're dead." He hit me one last time for good measure and the next thing I knew I was in the hospital.
The doctors told me there was no serious damage, just some cuts and bruises and one big ass ugly scar that would only be noticed if I lost my hair when I got older. I ached and hurt all over but I was going to be fine.
The police questioned me, wanting to know what happened. I played dumb, telling them I never knew what hit me. I had no enemies that I knew of, he didn't take my wallet or car so it looked like just another act of random violence in our fair city.
What was I going to tell them anyway? For all I knew, the police were there to see if this was the end of it and not the beginning. She had threatened me before, saying she and her husband controlled the police.
They wanted me to come down to the station and look at some mugshots but I never did. I was released from the hospital later that day and of course my parents freaked. They wanted me to go back to school but I had other plans.
The attack didn't scare me off as Cooze-anne and her lover hoped. Instead, it pissed me off. Now, I'm not the baddest guy in town. I don't get into fights and I'm certainly not looking for one.
But any way you slice it, this was a pussy move. Attacking me from behind, kicking me, beating me when I'm down and defenseless. This guy was a tool and I couldn't wait to exact my revenge. On both of them.
My bruises and scrapes slowly began to heal and in a couple of weeks I was almost back to normal. I had to be. The Mayor's ball was next week and it was time for some payback.
Of course, being the lowly commoners that my family and I were, we never received our invitations. Instead, I knew the caterer and I talked my way into working the event that night as extra help.
The ball was being held at the old Auditorium theatre. It had been renovated recently, the seats removed and stage refurbished. Now, it was used for gala events such as this or wedding receptions or elegant parties thrown by the upper crust of society.
I knew that Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn would be there, on the arm of her wealthy husband, the Mayor. She'd be wearing that expensive Dior dress, the same one I fucked her in the day she came to the store.
Her hair and make-up would be impeccable. She'd be smiling, laughing, having herself just the grandest time. Smiling through those same once cum-streaked lips that had been wrapped around my cock.
Unlike last time, I decided not to give her any forewarning. One sneak attack deserves another I figured. Now, I wasn't sure if her boyfriend would be there, so I only planned for Cooze-anne. There was time for him later.
The night finally arrived and I showed up for work that evening in the white jacket, black pants and bowtie busboy costume the caterer provided. 'Perfect!' I thought. The crowd was gathering and there appeared to be almost 500 guests.
Of course, Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn was the hostess. She smiled her great, big, fake smile, as if the rich bitch was happy to see these peasants who would soon be duped out of their money for her husband's re-election campaign.
I scanned the crowd and sure enough, her boyfriend was nowhere to be found. He must not warrant an invite as well.
The night went on without a hitch. Cocktails, followed by a few speeches, then appetizers and the main course. Desert and coffee for any who so desired followed by dancing what remained of the night away.
I moved effortlessly through the crowd, just another servant there to be used by the wealthy. I waited, doing the job as I had been instructed, waiting for the right opportunity.
There she was, maybe 20 feet away, on the arm of that old codger. Wasn't it past his bedtime anyway? She stood there, smiling, laughing, making small talk. From this distance, she was gorgeous. She looked absolutely perfect in that dress, with just the slightest hint of the body that lay beneath.
Her smile and laughter resonated throughout the large room. Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn was definitely in her element. She was queen of all she surveyed.
Good thing she hadn't spotted me yet because she certainly had no power over me. Now was the time to put my plan in action.
I took out an empty manila envelope, just like the one I had slipped into Cooze-anne's Cadillac that day in front of the bakery, addressed to 'Mayor Hawthorn.' I walked toward the happy couple.
She spotted me first, in mid-laugh. Her eyes moved quickly to the envelope I carried towards them and all of the color seemed to flush from her perfectly made-up face. Her beautiful blue eyes suddenly got large as she stood there, silently holding her breath.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mayor, but the gentleman over there asked me to give these to you." I turned and pointed over my shoulder towards the far exit as I handed him the empty envelope. Cooze-anne stood there, frozen with fear, as she breathlessly watched her husband open the envelope, sure that those pictures of us would come spilling out.
He looked inside and exclaimed, "Why, there's nothing here. It's empty." Looking at me, he asked, "Who gave this to you, boy?"
