Yellow Ghost: La Femme Selita Prequel (8 page)

“We talked in your office a few times.”

“Yes but it was strictly questions about academics.”

“I’m not going to change my mind. I want you. I’m a sure thing.” I gave him a quick peck on his lips that he welcomed.

“I don’t know if I can have sex with any woman and just act like I didn’t.”

“You only have to act like you didn’t on campus.”

“You have an answer for everything.”

I gave him another kiss and this time he moaned into my mouth. I felt the vibration surge through my body.

“I have yet to come across a problem that doesn’t have a solution.”

“So you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

He grabbed the back of my head with his hand and pulled me to his mouth. He kissed me slow and tender.

He pulled away. His darkened eyes convened on me. I visibly watched his face turn into that of another man. “Say please, say please fuck me Mr. Cavil.”

He had tightly wound his hand in my hair. This felt dirty, dirty in the good way. I wondered if he would let me wrestle with him. I love to fight. Maybe if we were nude. How strong is he? He lifts at the gym. This excites me. He excites me.

“Please, fuck me, Mr. Cavil.”

Without warning he flipped me over onto my back. He pulled his shirt over his head and my eyes went straight to the dense patch of reddish brown hair on his chest. He unbuttoned his pants.

He slowly undressed me. I let him do it all. He didn’t fumble with my shoes or dress. He took a moment to touch and admire my red lace bra and panties. He was graceful with the removal of my bra and panties. I laid there comfortable in my nudity.

It was his turn. I barely blinked as I watched him. He licked his lips as he observed me watching him. He got out of his shoes and pants quickly. Anticipation of the unknown was eating away at me.

I tinge of fear filled me when I saw his dick. No, no. I don’t fear anything. His penis appeared bigger in person than the ones I saw in porn. It was bigger than the ones I saw when I watched the John’s that frequented my father’s establishments. Before this I noticed Mr. Cavil had a particularly large bulge but his girth and length were a pretty remarkable gift in my limited experience.

He was in-between my legs. He was hunched on his knees with his dick only inches from my opening. He was peering down at me. His eyes were hungry and needy and hooded.

“Selita you are beautiful.” He skimmed his fingertips over my stomach. He bent to kiss me.

I couldn’t believe how rapidly my heart was beating. I would have thought I’d have more control of myself. He kissed me deep and trailed his kisses to my neck and collarbone. I arched to meet his lips. I couldn’t help myself.

I wanted to feel him inside me but everything else he was doing felt so damn good. His hand roamed my body and kneaded me deeply. He was rough with his touch and I yearned for more. No one had ever handled me so carelessly. Everyone else had been so gentle but Jeremy was brutish, the opposite of his regular demeanor.

My mind told me to push back, to fight force with even more force. My body wouldn’t allow it. I was weak. Mt limbs felt heavy. My body didn’t have the strength to tussle. I could only let him manhandle me.

He sucked my breast one at a time. He took them whole and sucked them hard and hungrily. My pussy was flooded with moisture. My mouth refused to close. I could hear my moan increase in volume. He sucked my nipples until they burned and then blew on them to cool them off. How did he know to do that? No one had ever done that before.

“Selita.” He mumbled into my ear before sucking my earlobe.

“Yes.” My voice was barely audible. My throat was too dry from having my mouth open.

“Pull the Band-Aid off slow or rip it off.”

I knew exactly what he meant. Or at least I thought I did. I had a high tolerance for pain but I choose…“Slowwwww.” I moaned the one word into his ear.

Jeremy placed the weight of his warm body on me. His hands landed on both sides of my face. He rolled his crotch into mine making me loose, wet and hotter. My legs opened wider and wider and he rotated his hips in between my legs. The relentless rubbing without penetration was enough to make me have an orgasm.

“Young lady remember you wanted this.” He slammed right into me without any hesitation. He ripped the damn Band-Aid off. I choked on the air and instantly tried to clamp my legs together. I couldn’t move. His body had locked me into place.

I felt a tear escape my eyes as the pain tore through me. Mr. Cavil didn’t stop. He didn’t ease up.

“Christ, you really are a virgin.” He groaned into my ear. “So fucking tight.”

He pushed in and out of me until the pain eased away and I started to feel unbelievably wet and shaky. I felt the dampness seep down into my ass and I got distracted when Jeremy kissed me deeply on my lips. He was really into this and it forced me to do the same. It forced me to participate. His enthusiasm turned me on. I was turned on by the mere fact that he was so turned on by me. I felt a rush of womanly power. It felt explosive. I reached around and raked my finger over the moving muscles of his back.

The pressure on my clit was too much to bear. I felt fragile. I felt like I would shatter into tiny fragments of myself. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t stand the feeling of not being in control of my body. I strongly felt that way but I didn’t want him to stop. I clawed at his back. I realized I was trying to pull him deeper into me. I soon realized that all the panting and moaning and random screams were from me.

Jeremy lifted my legs high in the air. He pulled halfway out of me only to plunge into me fast and hard. He repeatedly dove in and out of me. His grunts sparked a fire in me. A shockwave of pleasure sprung from my body and made me have a real live orgasm. My first orgasm but I could identify it because I never felt anything like it. I swallowed hard. My hands fell off his back. I was exhausted although I hadn’t done anything. Jeremy pushed deep in me twice before he collapsed on top of me. That was exciting. I’ve been missing out. I like sex. I really like sex.

I woke the next morning sore. I think my face even hurts. Not as much as getting punched or kicked in the head but a different kind of pain. Mr. Cavil, Jeremy was asleep in bed next to me. He held on to me so tight throughout the night. I’m not sure when he let me go.

He stayed the entire night. He didn’t have to. That wasn’t part of the deal but he wasn’t an asshole, obviously. He had those gentleman qualities that women seem to like.

He woke me in the middle of the night to do it again. That was an indication that he liked it. The ridiculous amount of cum that he released inside me was another. I know he ejaculated both times. I’m not sure why I care if he liked it or not. I should only care about how it felt to me. He cleaned us up a little but we both choose to overlook the bloodstain on the sheet.

I liked sex more than I thought I would. Now I know why people behave the way they do. I will make a point to control my sexual urges. I wouldn’t want them to get in the way of my future plans. I wouldn’t want sex to cloud my judgment. It feels too good to give up completely. In moderation I should be able to fuck whomever I like. I think I like Mr. Cavil, Jeremy. Yes I do like Jeremy.

***

Seeing Jeremy had become a regular thing. I convinced him to spend most days at my place. It wasn’t difficult. He liked being around me. It wasn’t a problem for me either. We were like roommates that had sex all the time. He did his own thing and I did mine but we fucked a lot. It was a win-win for him and me. Sex had replaced the fight training I did back in Cali.

I had to fly back home for Thanksgiving break. I thought Jeremy would be mad but he wasn’t. That was the thing about him that I liked. He was mature. He wasn’t possessive. He let me roam free and never questioned my whereabouts. He never knew I went to the gun range. He never asked me to account for my time away from him. He told me he would go spend Thanksgiving with his parents. They were only forty minutes away from Brookline.

We had the best sex the night before I left for Los Angeles. I think Jeremy is going to miss me. Oddly I think I’m going to miss him too.

***

I flew into LAX and one of the guys from father’s security team was waiting for me. I didn’t know his name. I try to keep my distance from the staff. I don’t want them to get to know me and a definitely don’t want to know them. I got into the limousine. I relaxed back in the leather and looked out the window. Boston was so different from L.A.

I spent two days with my Father and then he sent me out on a job. We never really had a traditional Thanksgiving. I thought this trip was just about us spending time together but my father told me he needed to make sure I stayed sharp. He has always stressed a balance. So now I have a job. I have to kill someone. He told me who and why. Why wasn’t important. I was going to do whatever he told be to do anyway. I only had a few hours with my father before I had to go kill this guy named Kyle.

“His picture and address are in the file.” My Father said as I picked the manila folder up off of his desk. I opened it to a 5x7 photo of some random thug. I remembered seeing this guy a few times. I think he was a money courier. No he was one of the hired gangsters. He even had a little crew.

I took all the info with me and went out to find the soon to be deceased Kyle. I found him in that night in a Casino he frequented. He liked hookers. Most men did. This would be easy. I dressed in a teeny tiny dress that bared all my best physical attributes.

After a few minutes he spotted me. I strolled over to the bar because I knew he would follow. Men. Predictable. Blah. Blah. Blah.

I nursed a drink and waited for him to sit down on the barstool next to me.

“Hi there.” He said with all his teeth.

I faked a smile. “Hello handsome.” He wasn’t handsome. He was the average burly grease-ball with slicked back hair and pale skin. He was wearing a multi-colored satin shirt and black slacks. He was trying to hard with his silky clothes. Bostonians didn’t dress this way. I miss Boston.

“What’s your name?”

“Candy.”

“I’m Kyle.” What dumbass gives their real name to a hooker? This should be easy. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“I move around.”

“You are one sexy lady. You might be a cop.”

I giggled. “No sweetie, I’m not five-o.”

“So how much do you cost. I’m not sure I can afford you.”

“First time is free.”

“Bullshit, there is no way I’m ever that lucky.”

“I always get repeat customers. Plus no money exchanged proves I’m not five-o.”

“Are you here to rob me?”

“No stop being so paranoid. I’m here to have a good time. If you want me to leave I can just go.” I got up off the barstool.

Kyle grabbed my wrist before I could step away. “No please don’t go.”

“I’m here to party. I even have party favors.” I reached into my bra a quickly flashed a vial of cocaine.”

“Candy has candy.”

“Yes baby. I don’t leave home without it.”

“I have a room here. Let’s take this party upstairs.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” I smiled. He grabbed my hand. I followed him toward the bank of elevators. We stepped into the elevator. Just my luck, we were alone. Kyle jumped me pushing his sloppy tongue in my mouth. He tasted with vodka and cigarettes. He pushed me against the wall of the elevator and pushed his fingers inside me. Whatever. I cooperated which consisted of giggles and moans. It was a good thing I didn’t have my piece strapped to my thigh. We went up to the fifth floor. I flirted with him until we made it safely into his hotel room.

“You said the first go round was free.”

Cheap bastard. “I sure did. I just need to go freshen up.”

He tilted his head and I went off to the adjoining bathroom. I placed my clutch purse on the vanity. There was a debate in my head. Should I remove my gun and the silencer from the lining in my dress or should I have some fun?

Maybe I was too rusty for fun. Nah, I like a challenge. Kyle was a big guy but I could take him. I decided to remove the gun, screw the silencer on it and then put in back in the purse. I removed the coke vial from my bra and dropped it in the purse also. This was the only purse I had that was long enough to accommodate my Beretta 92 with the silencer attached.

I walked out of the bathroom and into where Kyle was waiting shirtless for me. He was sitting on one side of the bed. I placed my purse on the nightstand closest to me. I walked over to the opposite side of the bed. He stood on one side and I stood on the other.

“Take off that dress. It’s time for me to get a bite of your candy.”

“No I don’t think so.” I stepped up of my high heel pumps.

“Bitch, I don’t have time for games.”

“But you have time to steal from Dragon?”

Kyle got still as my words seeped into his ears. “What?”

“You heard me Kyle Packer.”

His eyes roamed my body searching for weapons. I had none. My purse was behind me. I was ready to fight to the death. Shooting him wouldn’t be fun for me.