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Authors name: Looney (address withheld)
Story title : Open House (MF, v, bd, sn)
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Open House
by Looney (address withheld)
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Susan's past catches up to her. (MF, v, bd, sn)
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Susan smiled when she thought about the day ahead of
her. She was conducting an open house for a property
well up in the hills outside of the city. Susan had
only been selling real estate for a short time, but it
had already been clearly established that she was good
at it -- very good.
Today could be something very special; the property was
worth well over a million, and even though the high-end
of the market had been pretty cold of late, Susan
figured she had at least a reasonable chance at landing
a buyer with a minimum of effort.
She had never had any problems getting what she wanted
in life. Her personality consisted of equal parts
vivacity and energy, mixed with a degree of selfishness
and self-absorption that was truly staggering to
behold. Her looks helped, too: although she was short,
she was both cute and sexy, with thick shoulder-length
jet-black hair, dark brown eyes, olive complexion, and
an incredible figure, highlighted by her impossibly
perfect breasts that she always referred to as "her
girls".
The package that was Susan was perfect for this job.
Her complete willingness to use flirtation and
seduction to accomplish her goal meant she always
attracted new clients, usually men. Not surprisingly,
Susan wasn't too popular with other women.
Despite her popularity with men, Susan had managed to
stay single into her 30s. This was because, while she
loved sex and being loved, she hated reciprocating that
love. Thus, most of her relationships had lasted a
matter of only months and followed the same pattern:
Susan attracts guy, guy falls head over heels in love
with Susan, sex is great, guy buys Susan everything she
wants, guy wants to get closer, Susan pulls away.
There had been one exception; Steve. He was a
businessman who had made a killing in the stock market.
Susan's relationship with him not only lasted four
years, it also included an engagement. Why it lasted so
long is not totally clear: Steve was probably one of
the nicer guys Susan had been with and he was certainly
the richest, so that probably explains it.
At any rate, shortly after the engagement, Susan began
treating him terribly, ignoring his needs and interests
but always managing to satisfy her own. After much
suffering and soul-searching, it was Steve who finally
broke off the engagement.
Susan probably performed her finest acting job ever
when he broke the news, behaving as if she had no idea
why this was happening. While in reality she had spent
most of the previous year sleeping with other men. It
had been two years since then and as far as Susan knew,
Steve had never found out about the other men.
But Susan was wrong, and not only had Steve found out
about the other men, but he was going to do something
about it...
Of course, Susan didn't know this as she got ready to
drive to the open house that morning. As usual, she
took a long time getting dressed, making sure
everything was perfect, starting with her red silk bra
and matching panties.
On this day, which was sunny but chilly, Susan chose to
wear her bright red, rib-knit, turtleneck sweater,
which had a very high collar and extra long sleeves,
and which was very tight-fitting. Susan loved this red
turtleneck, and as she carefully folded the collar over
just the way she liked it, covering her neck all the
way to her chin, she felt sure this would be her day.
For the rest, she chose an expensive pair of black
slacks, and a pair of black high heeled strappy
sandals.
The night before, Susan had gotten a manicure and
pedicure, and her fingernails and toenails were both
painted bright red, matching her turtleneck. Susan
looked at herself in her full length mirror, and was
very pleased with what she saw. All that remained were
her accessories: her two gold toe-rings, golden
earrings, and her favorite item of all, a golden
necklace that had a charm with "Susan" written in
script dangling from its center. Susan put the necklace
on last, and smiled at the way the gold lettering
glittered against the red rib-knit background of her
turtleneck. Susan was ready to go.
Next came the tedious part of the job--placing the
signs on the road to point the way to the open house.
Because the house was located on a somewhat exclusive
and isolated road, there were not that many signs to be
placed, so Susan was able to accomplish the task in a
relatively short time.
She finally arrived at the house, stopped her car out
front, and tapped the last sign in place just beyond
the driveway. The signs were fairly simple, just the
words "OPEN HOUSE" and "Susan Rodriguez", along with
Susan's company and phone number, but she enjoyed
looking at them just the same.
And so the day went by. Susan did not expect many
prospects, but even fewer than that showed up, and
those that did were not the types to make serious
offers. Late in the afternoon, without any visitors for
over 2 hours, Susan figured it was time to close up.
She was in the kitchen when she heard a strangely
familiar voice. She came out to the front and there was
Steve, standing there wearing an overcoat, gloves, and
carrying a briefcase. Susan was genuinely surprised,
but didn't show it. She and Steve exchanged "hello's
and then there was an awkward silence. Susan broke it
by asking Steve if he had come to look at the house.
Steve hesitated, then said he had, that he had heard it
was on the market, and that he hadn't believed it when
he saw her name on the signs up the hill. Susan told
Steve she'd be delighted to show the house to him. As
Susan took Steve around the house, she started thinking
to herself that if Steve was in the financial position
to afford this place, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea
to get back together with him.
Susan finished the tour and started the seduction. She
sat with Steve on a sofa, and told him she had always
regretted their parting, and that while she never
really understood what had gone wrong, she was very
much interested in giving it a second chance. Steve
smiled broadly at this, and Susan purred to herself,
"Well, this *did* turn out to be a special day after
all!"
Susan moved closer to Steve and started to kiss him.
Steve kissed her back. After a few minutes, Susan
pulled back and played with her turtleneck collar,
smiled her wickedest smile, told Steve she was going
into the kitchen to get them something to drink, and
said he should take off his coat and get comfortable.
Susan got up and walked into the kitchen, the high
heels of her sandals tap-tapping on the floor. She
called over her shoulder to Steve that she bet he'd
missed playing with "the girls" and giggled. Because of
this, Susan never heard Steve come up from behind, grab
her by the neck, and slam her face into a cabinet.
Susan was knocked senseless, and Steve took the
opportunity to unfold her red turtleneck collar and use
it to gag her mouth. He then applied pressure to her
neck and Susan slumped over, unconscious. Steve picked
her up and brought her into the main room. He removed
her collar from her mouth, then reached into his coat
again, took out some rope, and tied Susan's wrists and
ankles.
Then he went to his briefcase and took out a bottle of
expensive alcohol, opened Susan's mouth, and poured
just a bit inside. He repeated the process on her
hands, her chin, and all over her chest, soaking the
turtleneck sweater that was shielding "the girls".
Steve walked outside to his car, and came back in
holding about a dozen "OPEN HOUSE" signs, all with the
name "Susan Rodriguez" on them. He placed them on the
floor next to Susan. Then he stepped back and looked.
Susan was laying on her right side, unconscious, tied
at the wrists and ankles, wearing her tight-fitting,
bright red rib-knit turtleneck sweater, dressy black
pants, and black high heeled sandals, glossy red
toenails pointing the way to the kitchen.
Then his eye was caught by the gold around her neck,
the name "Susan" shining enticingly on a background of
red fabric. He walked over to her, bent down and
adjusted the collar of her red turtleneck the way she
liked it. He leaned over and picked up one of the
signs. Then he stood up, and reached into his pocket
for the matches...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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