A PERFECT WORLD
By Trent Wolf
Chapter Three: A Free Ride
Eric walked through the last gate out of his home for the last five years. He still couldn’t get over how his clothes felt with a slightly looser fit. They were the same jacket, shirt and slacks that he wore when he was sentenced and transferred to the State Pen. One good thing he could say about prison; was that he lost just about all his body fat and replaced it with lean muscle from daily workouts in the yard.
The sun was awfully bright, and he squinted out over the parking lot until he spotted her. Brenda Fawcett was wearing sunglasses and waiting impatiently behind the steering of her BMW sedan with the engine and air conditioner running. He strolled over casually with his sack of personal possessions.
“Hi.” Eric said with a grin when Brenda rolled down her power window.
“Could we please go? It’s very hot out here.” Brenda pleaded.
“Sure.” Eric said as he walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and tossed his stuff in the back seat before climbing in. Brenda gunned the engine, backed out and exited the parking quickly before turning out onto the highway back to Las Vegas. She was very anxious and disturbed about seeing Eric again. She knew somehow that he had done something to her to make her come out here again to pick him up. It was something she never would have done in a million years. All she knew was that she had to be careful now with what she said or did. She had no idea what Eric’s intentions were, and no one would have believed her if she tried to tell them this man had some kind of mental powers.
Brenda strummed her long manicured nails nervously as she drove down the long desert highway. After a few tense minutes, she spoke up, “Eric… I… Um… I just wanted to apologize for being kind of rude yesterday. It’s nothing personal. It’s just that I’m looking out for the best welfare of my client. You understand, don’t you?”
“Sure, no hard feelings.” Eric said with a smirk. It was nice to see her groveling. He decided to turn up the heat. “I’d just like to know one thing.”
“Yes, anything.”
“Whose idea was it to have Paula testify at my trial that I was violent and abusive during my relationship with her?”
Brenda’s heart froze up. Her mind scrambled quickly for the words to say, but all that came out was, “Eric…I…you have to understand…it’s my job to…”
“That’s what I thought.” Eric said calmly. That’s all he needed to know. At least it wasn’t Paula’s idea, but the thought that she would sit up there and lie on the stand about their previous relationship was still very hard to take. Of course, he would deal with Paula later. The lovely Ms. Fawcett was his main concern now.
Eric stared down at the hem of her short skirt, which was hiked up to reveal her long smooth legs. She really did still have a killer body for a woman her age, as far as he could see. When Brenda noticed him looking at her, she shifted self-consciously in her seat. She was used to men gawking and staring at her, and most times she enjoyed giving them their little thrills. What especially got her off was knowing she had the power to turn a man’s head, combined with the fact that she knew what they wanted, and with absolutely no intentions of ever giving it to them.
But Eric was making her uncomfortable. What was about him that made her feel so…strange? She couldn’t describe it. It was like he had a hold of her mind and will.
“So where do you want me to take you?” Brenda asked innocently, trying anything to lighten the tense situation.
“We’ll go straight to your place first. We need to catch up on a few things.”
“Um…what?” Brenda stammered. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He actually wanted to come to her house?
“Is that a problem?” Eric smirked.
Brenda was starting to get upset. “We…can’t…I mean…Look, I just rearranged my whole schedule today so I could pick you up. I had to postpone a court appearance, and believe me the judge was not happy about it. I can’t just take off and…”
“Shut up and listen.” Eric cut her off. “I want to make something perfectly clear to you. I own you now. You are my property. I’ve got you by the ass, good and tight. Everything you do from now on will be at my discretion. You will do or say anything I tell you, without question. I’m the judge and you’ll obey my laws now. Do you understand, Ms. Fawcett? Am I making myself clear?”
“I…I…” Brenda started to reply.
“I want you to say, ‘Yes, sir, Mr. Travis.’”
Brenda blinked nervously, and then finally stuttered. “Uh…Yes, sir…Mr. Travis.”
“Very good, Ms. Fawcett.” Eric said, emphasizing her name tersely. He wanted her to know he was using Ms. Fawcett in only the most condescending manner.
“You’re not going to play the high and mighty ball-busting bitch with me anymore. From now on, you’re going to be a sweet little angel, aren’t you?”
“Er…yes.”
“Yes, sir!” Eric corrected her.
“Yes, sir.” Brenda replied quickly, as if fearful of punishment.
“One more thing,” Eric continued. “You won’t say a word to anyone about this. If you’re a good girl, I’ll make sure you keep your precious law firm and everything that goes with it. I just want what’s rightfully mine.”
“What is it…that you want?” Brenda asked meekly, already afraid of the answer.
“The last five years of my life.” Eric replied.
“That’s impossible.” Brenda tried to reason. “You know that. What’s done is done.”
“Maybe, but there are some ways that will make it a little better.”
“What ways?”
“For starters, you and I are going to become better acquainted.”
Brenda definitely did not like the sound of that. If he was insinuating what she thought he was, he had another thing coming. He couldn’t make her do something that she didn’t want to do. Could he? She had to think of something.
“Sure, I mean…Yes, we could be friends. I’d like that.” She lied.
“Oh, we’re going to be a little more than friends.” Eric said cryptically. He looked at her with a gloating smile and began to ‘tap’ her more forcefully. It felt like he was plugging into her, and now her mind was in his possession. He began a subtle series of subliminal suggestions like, ‘you are aroused’, ‘you want me,’ and ‘I excite you.’
Soon, Brenda was really shifting around in her seat, trying to concentrate on the road in front of her as a pleasant tingling sensation began between her legs. It was the feeling she had when she pleasured herself, and she had the sudden urge to slip her hand between her legs to touch the increasingly sensitive area. Instead she tugged at the hem of her skirt.
Eric noticed that her breathing had increased as well, her nostrils flaring slightly as her skin took on a pinkish hue from blushing. Her other hand gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove, and he watched with amusement as she seemed to be trying to keep from closing her eyes to give in to the pleasant sensations.
“Are you okay, Ms. Fawcett?” Eric asked with a slight grin.
“What…are you doing…to me?” Brenda asked. “Please…stop it.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Eric said, feigning innocence.
“How are you…ummm… doing this?” She sighed.
“Doing what?”
“Oh, God…I can’t… take this…” Brenda moaned. “I need…
“What?”
After a huge mental struggle, Brenda finally whispered. “I… need you.”
“Well,” Eric said brightly. “I’m very flattered, Ms. Fawcett. I had no idea.”
“You bastard!” Brenda cursed, angry at his smug and callous replies. “I want you…now.”
“I’ll tell you what…You get us back to your place, and I promise I’ll satisfy your every sexual desire.” Eric told her, and then he thought to himself, ‘And mine, too.’
Brenda moaned with anticipation. She stepped down on the gas, and sped down the highway back to Las Vegas as fast as she could.
The End of Chapter Three