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The Dark Man

By S. P. Riley

The temperature was bordering on hot in the suburb of Chicago in the late afternoon sun. The trees and the blades of grass on the lawns were green and standing up, and that was the only things standing, for there were no humans around. Yet parked on the side of the street, with the windows closed, and the engine still, was a young looking man dressed all in black, sitting and waiting in a new black sedan. He had black hair, dark eyes, olive skin, a black shirt, with a black jacket over that, black jeans, held up with a black belt, black socks, and black sneakers. This dark man was sitting there, just waiting.

What he was waiting for in the heat was a five-year-old Ford compact pulling up before one of the typical ranch style houses. The dark man was out in a flash as the occupant exited the car. She was a young blond woman with big hair and large breasts. Her face was a heart shape and she had lips that were full and painted red. Her clothes spoke of working in air-conditioning since it was a gray work suit that stretched from her wrists down to her ankles. She didn’t say anything, but when she saw the dark man, she paused until he could take lead.
The dark man reached the front door and knocked like he was nothing more than a door to door salesman. There was a brief pause, and then the door opened. The wave of cool air-conditioned air washed over the dark man, and the blond behind him, to reveal a stunningly beautiful woman with raven hair. Even in air-conditioning she was dressed in a small red zipper top with a gray tube top under it, and gray shorts, that didn’t even make it halfway to the knee, and sandals. She was talking on a white cordless phone when she opened the door.

Before the woman of the house could say anything the dark man spoke, “Tell them you will call them back, your guest has finally arrived, and hang up. Walk ten steps into the house and then freeze.” His voice was calm and level. There was not trace of emotion or even bemusement in the words. He spoke softly enough so the person on the other end of the phone could not hear him.

“Judy,” Said the woman, “I’m going to have to call you back. Yeah, my guest finally came. I’ll tell you all about it later, by.”
She pressed a button on the cordless phone turned around and walked into the house. The dark man and the blond followed. The woman with black hair had just passed a table with the usual things a suburban table would have, including a vase with dried flowers in it. Just as she passed the vase she picked it up turned to throw it at the intruders, and then as she turned she froze in a football quarterback like position.

The blond woman had turned and locked the door behind her with the dark man watching her do this. The dark man chuckled when he saw what the woman with dark hair had tried to do. “Now Jo, is that any way to treat me, your master? Oh you have to obey me, I don’t care if you like it or not, all you have to do is obey. If I give you a command that is vague, you will try to infer my meaning like I had given you a direct order. Now you may only move your mouth, and that is only to answer my questions, do you understand?”

“Yes master,” Jo said in a voice that spoke of hatred to the man she must obey.

“Good, now do you know this woman?” The dark man asked of Jo indicating the blond, who still had not spoke a word.

“Yes,” Jo said, “that’s Mary-Beth, my husband’s secretary.” Jo still had the vase in the throwing position, but her eyes were filled with confusion, even if her body was ready for a fight.

“Oh she’s much more than that,” The dark man said, “she’s also your lover.” The confusion in Jo’s eyes was quickly replaced with shock when she heard this, and then as her hazel eyes passed over the blond’s body the two orbs took on a glimmer of anticipation. “Yes Jo, Mary-Beth is your lover. You love her deeply, passionately, emotionally, and physically. You two have been in love for years, but you haven’t been able to act on that love until recently. You invited Mary-Beth over today so you can make love, again.”

Jo was breathing hard as she looked at Mary-Beth’s face and body. Mary-Beth on the other hand was simply standing there, with no expression on her face. Her eyes were open, but no one was driving. She was looking at the panting woman without so much as a smile. The dark man smiled and said, “Mary-Beth,” and she turned her expressionless gaze to him, “activate program alpha two.” Instantly the blond woman’s eyes shot to Jo, and her breathing matched that of the frozen woman.

Mary-Beth advanced on Jo, and the dark man said, “Jo you may move again.” Jo dropped the vase, instantly forgotten, as her hands and arms went around the other woman. Their lips touched, their eyes closed, and their moaning stared. Mary-Beth’s hands went up under the gray top and stared to squeeze and kneed Jo’s breasts. Jo’s hands had snaked down and under Mary-Beth’s gray pants to sink her fingernails into the soft flesh of the blond’s buttocks.

The dark man chuckled. He was enjoying this. “Try to make it to the bedroom, please,” he said and the two withering bodies moved in the direction of the back of the house. A chair was tipped over, a decorative plate was smashed, and a print hanging on the wall fell and the glass cracked as it hit the floor. In a corner of the house was the master bedroom with a king size bed, two dressers, a makeup table, two closets, and two night stands at either side of the head of the bed.

Mary-Beth shoved Jo onto the bed, already wrinkling the floral print comforter, and the blond quickly shed her gray suit. Sandals gone, Jo pealed off her shorts, no panties, and then wiggled out of her red top, and slipped off the gray tube to show her well-formed mounds. Mary-Beth was naked, with her bush shaved off, and attacked the slightly hairy mound of dark black hair on her lover. “Not yet,” Jo got out and pulled on the blond’s hair to make her come up to Jo’s breasts. Mary-Beth started to suck and nibble on Jo’s nipples. Jo let out a moan of pleasure as her body was getting its first coating of sweat in the cool air-conditioning.

The sound of the garage door opening seemed to vibrate throughout the house. The dark man perked up, and so too did the two women. “Keep doing what you’re doing,” said the dark man, and the women continued to kiss, “pay no attention to anything other than your pleasure of each other. Only respond to each other, and any commands from me.” With that the dark man left the two wiggling naked bodies, and headed for the far end of the house.

The dark man watched as the door in the kitchen, which led to the garage opened. In walked a man of thirty something years old, with a paunch, and thinning brown hair. He was dressed in a sweat stained dress shirt, a dark tie, and dress pants. He had the jacket slung over one shoulder, held on with one finger, and a briefcase in the other hand, which was hanging up a set of car keys on a decorative hook next to the door to the garage. He turned around to see the dark man standing there.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” The man of the house demanded.

“Calm down David, have a seat,” The dark man said indicating a seat at the table in the kitchen. David, unable to resist tossed his jacket and briefcase onto the table and sat down. Just then a rather loud moan came from the bedroom area.

“What was that?” David exclaimed in a clam voice.

“That?” The dark man said in mock shock. “Why that’s your wife with her lover.” David shot him a glance of pure shock. “Oh you didn’t know that Jo had a lover? Well she does, and you’ll never guess who. Come with me and I’ll show you.” David stood and followed the dark man. “Oh and David, you may not enter the bedroom, or make any loud noises,” said the dark man as they walked down the short hallway to the bedroom.

The smell was almost overpowering. It was the smell of hot bodies, and fluids that can only come from one act. David hesitated before turning to look through the doorway, but look he did. He gasp as he instantly recognized the blond woman with his wife. They were rubbing their pelvises against each other, making their hot and wet pussy lips kiss as they both moaned with pleasure. David’s mouth hung open as he was trying to comprehend what he was seeing.

“Shocking, isn’t it,” The dark man taunted.

“I never knew,” David slowly said mesmerized by the sight of the two women.

“Well didn’t you think it was odd that your secretary left early all the time?” The dark man said. “She did leave early at least twice a week.”

“I never had any idea,” David said accepting the spoken command.

“And it makes you mad, very mad, at both of them,” The dark man said putting his plan in motion.

David’s mouth closed and his jaw clenched tight. His fists became balls of tight muscle. “How dare she?!” David said still keeping quiet. Whether he meant Jo or Mary-Beth, the dark man couldn’t tell.

“Do you have a gun, David?” The dark man asked.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“In the night stand.”

“And the bullets?”

“Are in the gun!”

“Very good,” The dark man said smiling. “David in ten minutes you will be allowed into the bedroom. You will go straight for the gun, pull it out, and shoot both women, make sure they are dead, and if you need to, reload the gun. You will then go to the kitchen table and write out a short note saying you’re sorry about shooting your wife and her lover, and then you will shoot yourself in the temple killing yourself. In the note do not even hint that I was here. Any questions?”

“Do I have to wait ten minutes?” David asked through his clenched teeth.

“Yes, you will be rooted to this spot watching the two of them, and each minute that pass you’ll get angrier, and angrier,” The dark man told David. “Oh ladies,” he called out and the two sweat-covered women looked over at him. “Ladies you will completely ignore David here, until he comes in and get his gun. You will make no move to stop him, and you will remain in the same position as when he entered. You will let him shoot you. Now keep making love to each other.” With that the women squirmed over each other to make the 69 position, licking the other’s hot wet cunt.

The dark man pulled a tissue from a nearby box and went out to the garage using the tissue to hide his fingerprints. He then left the house by the side door to the garage. A quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, he calmly walked to his car. He got in, started the engine and drove off, doing the speed limit.

The apartment was decorated for entertainment, his. There was a table next to the window in the living room filled with electronic equipment, and various projects that either worked or didn’t. One of the spare bedrooms was converted into a dark room for developing photographs. The other spare bedroom was a woodwork shop, complete with a drill press, lathe, and bandsaw. The bedroom with a bed also had seven bookshelves, all full with books, all along the walls, and one at the head and foot of the bed. The entertainment center in the living room had three different game consoles, more than a hundred VHS tapes, and a hundred DVDs. The kitchen had as many cooking implements as a four star restaurant kitchen. The dark man unlocked the door to the apartment and came in tossing his jacket onto the hook near the door. He immediately went to the computer next to the TV and powered it up.

With a bottle of water, from the refrigerator, in his hand he pulled up the e-mail on the computer. He pulled up the correspondence in a special folder that had the number 325 as the name. Quickly he replied to the last e-mail, “It is done. Send agreed payment to indicated PayPal site.”

For the second time the dark man smiled.

Two weeks later the dark man was exiting the airport in Miami, Florida. He didn’t have his jacket on, but the rest of his body was in black clothing. He took the slip of paper from his pocket again, and headed for the car rental office. He cursed again at the fact he had to come all the way to Florida for something he could have done from his apartment in Chicago if only his client had bothered getting a few phone numbers. The heat and humidity seemed to weigh down everyone but the dark man as he crossed to get his car.

He drove to his motel, and checked in, and then he drove on to his destination, the University of Miami. The campus was wide and spacious. Artificially planted trees were everywhere, and there seemed to be water moving in one form or another in any direction one could look. Classes for the school year were just starting to make the students stressed, so the dark man didn’t attract much attention as he walked to the administration building. The large red brick building was the house of all things that didn’t concern students until they graduated, or were close.

The first door that the dark man found was the student loan office. He entered to find the place mostly empty except for an old woman typing away at a computer, and mounds of paper on the desk before her. She looked up at the dark man when he entered. She had gray hair, gray eyes, wrinkles everywhere, and reading glasses perched on the tip of her nose. In a gravelly voice that indicated she smoked too much in her younger days she said, “I’m sorry, but you missed the student loan deadline.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not a student,” The man said.

The woman eyed him trying to judge if he was old enough to have a child of his own in school, and decided against it. “Well how may I help you?”

“There is a student by the name of Franklin Orison, please bring up his file,” The dark man said kindly.

The older woman looked at him for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders and did so. “Now what?” She asked.

“Please erase all debt that he owes when he graduates,” The dark man said.

The older woman sucked in a breath and then made a few clicks on her computer. “Anything else?” The old woman asked.

“Yes please exit Mr. Orison’s file. You will forget that I was here, or that you erased Mr. Orison’s debt. You will think that no one has entered or left this office in the last five minutes, okay?” The dark man asked almost politely.

“Okay,” The old woman said closing out the file and then going back to typing in from the papers before her.

With that the dark man stood up and walked out of the office. His next stop was the records’ division on the next floor up. The door was in fact a half door with the top open and a bell sitting on a small table that extended from the lower part of the door. The dark man rang the bell, and heard, “I’ll be with you in a second,” come from the back. Thirty seconds later up walked a very wired middle age man. He shaved his balding head so he was completely bald, and he had on a dress shirt unbuttoned down to the third button to show his under shirt. His dress pants were thin, and needed to be replaced. He needed to shave, and he smelled like he hadn’t showered for days. He was quite a mess.

“How may I help you?” Asked the messy man.

“Is this where the records of the grades are kept?” The dark man asked.

“Yeah, they’re all here on the computers. Are you looking for someone in particular?”

“Do you posses the capability to modify the recorded grades from this location?” The dark man asked.

“I do,” said the messy man, now skeptical, “but I have no reason to.”

“Pull up the record for Franklin Orison, he is a senior this year,” the dark man commanded not as nice with his man as he was with the old woman.

The messy man sat down at the computer and typed a few keys. “Okay now what?”

“Modify the recorded grades. Make them all to be of the level of A, and his grade point average to be three point nine,” the dark man said.

A few more keys were pressed and the man looked up, “How are you making me do this?”

“Save it,” the dark man commanded, and the messy man did so. “Close out of his file. When I am out of your eye shot you will forget you ever saw me, or that you even pulled up Mr. Orison’s file, let alone changed his grades. And for God’s sake clean yourself up.” With that the dark man left.

The rest of the day he went to half a dozen college professors and making them think that Franklin Orison was the best student they ever had. Each and every grade he got was to be the maximum possible. The dark man was not enjoying himself. He didn’t like Florida, he didn’t like college, and he didn’t like making a person seem smarter than he was. At the end of the day the dark man fell onto the bed at the motel and slept until daybreak.

The sun was shining down, and the temperature was quite cool. The dark man ate a tasteless breakfast, and he was back on the college campus. He was walking across to talk to one of the three remaining professors on his list when he heard cackling laughter coming from the fountain he was passing.
The dark man looked over to see a row of five women and most were laughing at him.

“What’s the matter, can’t you take a course in fashion sense,” laughed a brunette woman-child in a pink dress.

The dark man paused and rolled his eyes. He was not enjoying this trip. He came over to the still laughing women. “Excuse me?” The dark man asked.

The woman in pink smiled up at him and said, “Couldn’t you find something other than black to dress in, or is your mother color blind?” This resulted in more laugher from the women around.

“Obviously you are not one of the brightest students on this campus,” said the dark man. “First off women can not be color blind, only men. Second off I wouldn’t laugh at me, after all you all find me quite attractive, and you’re thinking of all the sexual things you would love me to do to you.” The women started to check out the dark man and he smiled for the first time in the state.
“And you,” he directed to the woman in pink, “you shouldn’t laugh at my fashion sense since you don’t have any fashion at all. Take off all of your clothing so you are completely naked. You’ll stay that way for the rest of the day, not thinking that being naked is odd in any way. The rest of you will not even notice your friend is naked. All of you will forget that I spoke to you, but you will still follow my commands.”

The dark man turned and left letting the five women, four of whom were dressed, get a good look at his ass as he walked away.
The dark man had finished talking with the professors and was about to leave the campus, never to return, when he heard from behind him, “Wow, so like you’re him?”

The dark man turned to see a short skinny young man who didn’t look any older than himself. “Hi, I’m Frank Orison,” said the young man extending his hand for the dark man to shake. Frank was dressed in a tight fitting blue T-shirt and blue khaki shorts and sandals on. He had brown hair, cut short, and brown eyes. The only thing that seemed to set him apart from others was the fact he was barely five feet tall.

“I have a policy Mr. Orison, never have one on one contact with my clients,” The dark man said not taking the hand.

Frank dropped his hand and cleared his throat. “I was kind of hoping that you would help me out with another thing while you’re here,” Frank said sheepishly.

The dark man narrowed his dark eyes and said, “You are paying me thirty thousand dollars, plus expenses, to make it so you are in the top one percentile of your graduating class, anything else is extra.”

“I know, I know, so how much would it coast me to say, make a woman like me?” Frank asked hopefully.

The dark man paused only to take a breath, “You don’t want her to like you, you want her to love you, and thus make love to you. You don’t want a girlfriend. You want a sex slave, right?”

“Well,” Frank contemplated, “that sounds good too.”

The dark man shook his head sadly. His voice took a deep tone that sounded condescending on all levels. “If you want her to be your total complete slave, make sure you can afford such a thing. You have to not only feed her, but dress her, take care of her, and then there is the fee of covering up her disappearance, so ask yourself can you afford it? My fee for making her your fuck bunny is one hundred thousand dollars, and that’s just making it so she tells her immediate family she’ll be out of contact for a while. After that you are on your own.

“Now if you just want a command phrase so you can take control over her for a limited amount of time, that’s only ten thousand dollars, but I put in a limit of no more than ten hours a day. The rest of the time she lives her own life. While under your control she’ll do and think anything and everything you tell her, and I would suggest if you do this, that you make sure you erase her memory of the events you make her do, before you let her go back to her life. Not only that if one of her roommates or friends follows her to you then you’ll have a great deal of explaining to do, especially if you’re in a police interview room for rape. So tell me do you really want to spend the time and money?”

Frank paused for a moment and then said, “I guess I can always contact you after I find a good job.”

“Smart,” the dark man said turning to leave his client.

“Of course I could tell the police of what you can do if you don’t make Heather my fuck bunny.” Frank’s newly grown spine must have come from his now shrunken brain.

The dark man turned to face the small man. There was fire in the eyes of the dark man. He growled at the little man, “Are you truly that dim witted? Think for a moment. I can make anyone do anything. That includes you. If you think for a moment that you are the only person who has tried to blackmail me you’re dead wrong. Go ahead and sick the police on me. I’ll make my one call to the FBI and be out in one hour, and you’ll be in jail in the second hour. There will suddenly be evidence linking you to say all the unsolved homicides for the past five years. I’ll even make it so you confess, and then when you go to prison you are going to be the sodomites’ favorite toy. So do you even want to consider blackmailing me?”

Frank’s face had gone pale and he seemed smaller than he was. There was a fear in his eyes that seemed to haunt him more than his own death. “I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I wasn’t thinking,” Frank said weakly like a five-year-old.

“Get out of my face,” The dark man said with clenched teeth.

Frank all but ran away from the dark eyes of the mind controller. The dark man turned and was about to leave the building, but a sudden cloud burst of rain stopped him at the entrance. The sharp and heavy rain fell down right where he was, but not a hundred feet away. He paused and got his breath back. He hated Florida. He hated clients who tried to take advantage of him. All he wanted was to get back to Chicago, where things made sense. Where if it was raining, the whole city was under the clouds. Where if there was dirt, there was no sand in it. Where the trees looked like trees, not stick with green at the top. Where you knew where you were in the city by the skyscrapers. In Chicago there was the smell of water, but not salt. Where it could be hot and humid, but that was only in the summer months, and in the winter snow could be so high, cars could be hidden for weeks.

The dark man laughed when he remembered the old joke of Chicago. Today’s weather, highs in the upper eighties, with a chance of snow showers. That’s why the dark man liked Chicago. If nothing else people in Chicago could complain about the weather. In the middle of the country Chicago was mostly isolated from the coasts, and thus what most people would call “important” in some respect or another. The TV shows and movies seemed to either be in New York, Washington, D.C., Los Angeles, or San Francisco, but rarely in Chicago. The dark man liked the wind in the city, and the calmness in the outskirts.

The dark man smiled to himself at the prospect of being back in his city in less than six hours. When the dark man landed in Chicago he took his car straight to Lake Michigan, and his boat. He started the engine and piloted it out into the water, so far he could just barely see the skyscrapers. He sat back in the captain’s chair and sighed a deep great sigh. He let the wind from the lake blow over him, and he breathed deeply. He was back where he liked it. He imagined breathing out the nasty Florida air, and inhaling the familiar Mid-West air.

The dark man had a juicy client deal. The fee of one million dollars was more than he could have hoped for, and a lot more than he had expected. All this and for less than one day of work. The dark man, dressed in his typical dark outfit, smiled at himself. What’s more it was a fun job, and one should always enjoy one’s job.

The weather in Chicago was turning to the season of Fall. For Chicago that meant that one day the high temperature would be somewhere in the seventies, and the next somewhere in the fifties. Thankfully the day was warm and everyone, who was local, walked or biked outside enjoying one of the few warm days. That’s why the dark man parked his car in a lot a few blocks away from his destination, and walk the rest of the way.

The dark man had to admit to himself he wasn’t watching where he was going. He was looking up between the buildings at the blue sky and the bright sun, and almost got run over by a woman on a bicycle.

“Hey pig fucker watch it,” said the woman skidding to a stop. She had on a tight fitting red top, equally tight fitting blue jean shorts. She wore blue fingerless ridding gloves. Her long blond hair had a white bicycle helmet sitting on top. She had a black backpack on, like she was a highschool or college student.

“My apologies, ma’am,” The dark man said meaning it.

“Well fuck you,” She said uncharacteristic since her young face seemed to want to smile, “stop jacking off and watch where the fuck you’re going.”

The use of vulgarities displeased the dark man. “You have a very dirty mouth,” he said noticing the water bottle on her blue bicycle, “and I have no doubt that your body is equally dirty. You should wash your breasts and pussy off with the water from your water bottle right here right now. You will get a sexual thrill from doing this. You will think you are going this because you want to. You will forget you saw or spoke to me.”

The dark man turned and left the young woman to unbutton the two top buttons of her jean shorts. She wasn’t wearing panties and her dark bush came into view. With one hand reaching down for her water bottle, the other hand was pulling up her red top. Her two perky small breasts, with very small nipples, came into view. She opened the water bottle with her teeth, and then proceeded to spray her breasts with the ice cold water.

She gasp as the cold water hit her skin. The cold shock seemed to turn into sexual bliss when it reached her brain. A moan of pleasure escaped from her as she pointed the flowing water at her bush. The cold water seeped down and when it reached her pussy it was like liquid pleasure invading her sex. She moved her legs and it looked like she was humping her bike seat, as the water flowed over her crotch. She pointed the water bottle back at her breasts and made sure each small nipple was entirely drenched.
The bottle was almost empty, so she got off the bike and pulled her tight shorts down to her knees. She put the tip of the bottle into her vagina and squeezed. The cold water filled her and she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her body. She fell down to her jean-covered knees as she rubbed her sex and dropping the bottle she groped her breasts. Her body bucked and withered like a live electrical wire. Her brain had the bolts of electricity shooting and ricocheting around inside. She rubbed herself to keep the orgasm going as long as possible, and the crowd gathered around her appreciated it.

The dark man walked on, keeping a closer eye on what was around, and reached his destination. It was a typical nondescript ten story building of glass and steel on the outside. Inside there were multiple floors with multiple companies doing business within. What the dark man was interested in, was on the fifth floor. He breezed past the overweight guards, and the obvious security cameras.

When the doors opened the dark man entered the only company on the fifth floor, so the first person he saw was the secretary. She was a very lovely looking, thirty something year old, brunette with black rimmed glasses. She was wearing a blue pin striped power suit. The makeup was applied in just the right areas in just the right amount to make her look good, but make it look like she didn’t even have makeup on. Her flesh colored lipstick-covered lips smiled at the dark man when he approached her.

“May I help you?” Asked the brunette with a smile.

“May I speak with whomever is in charge?” Asked the dark man politely.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“I don’t need an appointment.”

This made the brunette blink a few times as the words sunk in. She smiled and said, “Of course, should I announce you?” She picked up the phone as if his answer didn’t matter.

“That’s okay,” He said and the brunette’s hand froze before she could press the button. “Please tell me where to go, and whom will I be speaking with?”

“Down the hallway to your left, the last door on your left. Her name is Kimberly Allen.” The brunette smiled up at the dark man wanting to be helpful.

“Thank you,” said the dark man, and before he left he added, “please don’t tell anyone I am with Kimberly Allen, or that I was even here.”

“Of course, sir,” She said with a smile which made her glasses move.

The door to Kimberly Allen’s office looked like the other five doors the dark man had passed. It looked like cheep wood, it had a brass knob, and swung inward, which is what the dark man let it do. The office was spacious. There were two small tables on either side of the door, with a few chairs around both. The walls had pictures of drop dead gorgeous woman hanging on them, and under the pictures wooden shelves filled with books and binders. There was a well-stocked wet-bar in the corner. The wall, opposite the door, was completely glass, so sunlight back lit the woman at the desk. The desk was closer to the windows than the door, but was exactly equidistance from either picture filled shelve lined walls.

Kimberly Allen was a forty something year old Asian woman. Her dark hair had one or two strands of gray starting to mix in, and was pulled back into a bun. Her blue suit seemed to hang on her like it would have on a hanger. Kimberly Allen was very, very thin, to the point that every bone must have shown under the skin. Her skin was so pale that it looked like she bathed in bleach each morning. She looked up at the dark man, as he entered, and flashed blue eyes at him, without recognition.

“May I help you?” She asked with an icy tone. After all, here was a man in a modeling agency, unscheduled, and unannounced.

“Yes Kimberly Allen, you are going to help me,” The dark man said, “you are going to help me in every way possible, and you’ll be nice doing it.”

A slight smile seemed to grow on her thin bloodless lips. “Of course sir how may I help you?”

“I need four of your best looking women. One woman is to be Asian, one woman African-American, and two women Caucasian. One of the Caucasians is to have red hair, and the other blond hair. Also, their ages are to be between eighteen and twenty-five.” The dark man took a seat at one of the tables and waited.

Kimberly started to scan the books and binders which sat on the shelves. She would grab one at different intervals. When she had an armload of six she dropped them with a grunt and thud on the table the dark man sat at, and then she was back at the shelves looking for more. When she made it to the other end of the book shelves, she had deposited twenty-three different binders and books on the table, threatening to make the table tip over. The dark man was already flipping the pages of one of the binders.

Each binder held five to three different women’s portfolio pictures. The woman was trying to be attractive with their eyes and seductive with their bodies. Each pose and posture was calculated to make men want the woman, desire her. The dark man didn’t even fight his member as it tented his pants. The dark man flipped through the pages as Kimberly would describe what the woman was like.

An hour had past and the dark man stood up to stretch. He had already found the African-American that would suit the requirements, and he was hoping for a better blond than he had marked as a maybe. Kimberly was at the wet-bar making herself a drink.

“Would you like anything to drink?” She asked the dark man.

“Just water please,” he said feeling something pop in his back. He laughed at himself as he thought, ‘I must be getting old.’

“May I ask how you plan on paying for the services of these women?” Kimberly asked handing the dark man a bottle of water.

“That’s easy,” he said opening the water and taking a pull of it, “I won’t be paying. You don’t mind the fact I will not be paying. In fact you are overjoyed by the fact your women will not be paid. I should tell you that you may never see these women again. You see the positions for which they will be assigned is a permanent. You like that idea.”

The frown that almost formed on the older woman’s face changed to a smile. “That’s a wonderful idea. I’m sure they will be more than happy with their new lives. When you’re done with those books, I do have some promising prospects of models on my computer. They don’t have portfolios yet, but I expect them to soon.”

“We’ll see what happens when I get through the rest of the stack,” the dark man said sitting down again and Kimberly positioning herself over his left shoulder.

The sun was going down as the dark man looked over the list of names and phone numbers in his hand. He was right about finding a better blond, and the redhead he found looked so good he was considering keeping her for himself. He stood at Kimberly’s desk as she put the binders and portfolios back. She sat back down at her desk and looked up at the dark man with a smile. Before he could say anything the door to her office opened and there was the brunette secretary from the front.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. Allen,” she said with the door half opened, “should I come back later?”

“No, Judith, it’s okay,” Kimberly said, “what is it?”

“Oh,” Judith said walking into the office, “it’s just the mail for today.” In her hand was a thick stack of letters and one brown wrapped package. She set the stack down on the corner of the desk.

“Thank you, Judith,” Kimberly said.

“Is there anything else Mrs. Allen?” Judith asked giving the dark man a look that went from the top to the bottom, and back again.

Before Kimberly could say anything, the dark man spoke. “Yes there is something else. Kimberly, you’ve been so helpful to me today that I think I should thank you. Let us start with the fact that you are now bisexual. You enjoy having sex with women as much as you do with men, and you really like sex. What’s more you really like having sex with Judith here. Judith is your sexual partner. Anything you tell Judith to do she will do. Judith are you married, or engaged?”

“No,” she said with a touch of fear in her eyes. Kimberly was starting to breathe heavy.

“Good, because you are now in love with Kimberly Allen,” The dark man said. “The only person you could ever think about having sex with is Kimberly. In fact you are so much in love with her that anything she tells you to do, you’ll do instantly, because you love her. This will not seem wrong or unusual to you, and you’ll enjoy being Kimberly’s sex slave.”

Kimberly stood up and walked behind Judith pressing her body against the other woman’s. Kimberly’s hands slid across the fabric of Judith’s suit caressing her cloth-covered breasts and pussy. Kimberly opened her mouth and gave a dry open kiss to Judith’s neck. Judith sighed in pleasure from the touch of her lover, and master.

“Ladies it’s been fun, but I have to leave,” the dark man said at the door. “You both will forget that I was ever here, that I told you to think and feel these things, and you will decide on your own wether or not to tell others about your new sexual direction.”

“Got it,” Judith said, since Kimberly’s mouth was occupied kissing Judith’s neck.

The dark man opened the door and was about to leave when he heard Kimberly say, “Susan is going to be so disappointed you’re now in love with me.”

“I don’t care,” Judith said letting out a moan as she unbuttoned her suit.

“Call me master,” Kimberly said opening her own suit.

The dark man slowly closed the door behind him just in time to hear Judith said, “yes master.”

The dark man smiled all the way to his car, and all the way to his apartment. The next morning he pulled out the list of names and phone numbers and called each woman. Each woman would make arrangements to leave her place of residence, and settle all accounts. In one week they would arrive at a very wealth man’s home, and take up positions of a maid, cook, driver, and trophy wife. What’s more they would all be completely obedient to the middle age man.

The dark man sent off an e-mail to the old wealthy man to expect the women in a week. The dark man added that he would not expect payment of the one million dollars until the women were in the man’s service. Yet in one week, on the day the women were to begin their new lives, the dark man kept checking his account, and there was not payment. This made him unhappy. He waited until the next day, and there was still no payment. The dark man grew darker as he sent out an e-mail to the old man’s account, but immediately the e-mail came back with the message that the address no longer existed.

The dark man was past unhappy and onto angry. He pulled up his phone and checked his records for the man’s phone number. He was thankful of the time the e-mail process took, because he could check out who he was working for, and that included phone numbers and addresses. As soon as he pressed the last number a recorded message told him the number was no longer connected.

This was making the dark man past angry to violent. He cursed in different languages as he put on his jacket for the cool weather outside, and drove. He drove to the address of the large mansion just outside of town. On the gate was a large For Sale sign, and a relator’s phone number. The dark man didn’t want to admit it to himself, but the bastard had skipped out on him.

The dark man pulled out his cellular phone and called the relator’s phone number, and she told him that the house and property were being sold, and any and all money were to be sent to an over see account. No, she didn’t know where the previous owner was. Did he want to set up a tour of the house? The dark man hung up and headed for the post office.

At the post office he used his power to make the postmaster check the computer on what the forwarding address was for the mail, and there wasn’t one. The old man had simply left. This was making the dark man go even deeper into the pit of hate.

The dark man got the name of the banks that the wealthy man used, and found out that none had his new address, and all but one had transferred all the funds to an over sea Swiss bank account. The dark man got the number of the account, and tried to call the bank, but no matter what he couldn’t get a human to pick up the phone.

The dark man was about to give up, until he got to the one bank that had not transferred funds, and found it to be a very old account. The account was so old that it still went to the wealthy man’s parents’ house. Jackpot! The wealthy man had sent a letter to his parents just the other day, from Cheyenne, Wyoming.

The dark man was on the next flight out there. No one talked to him since he gave off the aura of a person who was mad, and he was. In his mind he was thinking about all the different things he was going to do to the wealthy man. When the plane landed, he rented a car and went straight for the wealthy man’s new home.

It was a very large house, with a four-car garage, sitting on the side of a mountain looking down on much of the city. It had a dark roof, and white fiberglass siding. The French windows made the house just screamed money. The dark man was mildly surprised that there wasn’t a gate, but after all the man had just moved there.

The dark man pressed the lit button on the door bell and heard a chime coming from inside. The door opened and there stood the African-American ex-model in the traditional black and white maid’s uniform. Her perfect body wasn’t obscured by the uniform, but she didn’t have any make up on, and her posture was neutral. This made her seem somewhat less appealing that was possible for her figure. She had down cast eyes and barely looked at him. “How may I help you?” She asked in a whisper.

“Show me to your master,” The dark man said with anger in the sound, but knowing the anger was not directed at the woman.

“Please follow me sir,” she said still not picking up her eyes.

The house seemed even larger on the inside. The rooms seemed to have some furnishings, but more could, and should, be added to make them complete. They passed the kitchen and the dark man saw the Asian ex-model chopping something, slowly. She was wearing a chef’s hat, an apron, and a small bit of food, but was otherwise naked. She seemed totally out of place in the kitchen, and her screwed up face of frustration seemed to indicate just that.

The maid led the dark man to the garage. The blond ex-model was waxing a red sports car. Her long legs had high heel shoes at the end, and her arms had rags at the end, but otherwise she was naked. Her body was smooth and hairless, except for the long blond hair on top. She seemed to be struggling to remove the wax from a distant part of the hood, and not have her very large breasts rest on the hood of the car where she had yet to remove the wax from. What’s more she seemed to shudder with sexual pleasure every time one of her nipples touched the hood of the car.

The maid led the dark man to the door on the side of the garage and said, “Master is in the back with his fiance.” With that the maid left, still with her head down, and exited the garage. She gave a slight nod to the blond, who gave a silent moan as another nipple touched the car again.

The dark man went into the back yard. There were trees there, with their leaves starting to change colors, and behind a small row of bushes a bench. The dark man could see the gray head of the wealthy man, and he was grunting as he thrust his hips forward at something hidden behind the bushes, and on the bench. The dark man went around the bushes and saw the redhead on the bench, with her white nylon-covered legs were spread and up in the air. The man was thrusting his dick deep inside her and pulling out much of the way, before thrusting even harder into her. She was sweating, and her face was in a grimace of pain with each thrust. The white dress might have been nice looking at one time, but now it was ripped and wrinkled for easy access to her womanhood.

When the wealthy man pulled back from his last thrust, the dark man grabbed the other man’s arm and pulled him all the way out, and onto the grass. “That’s enough of using the merchandise for free,” The dark man said to the older looking gentleman on the ground. “Say nothing until I permit it, don’t move until I say, and always keep your eyes on me,” the dark man ordered.

The dark man looked over at the redhead, who was breathing trying to recover. Her hair was a mess, and damp at the brow. She had on far too much makeup because some of it was clearly being washed away by her tears. Her shaved pussy was red and raw, where it wasn’t bleeding. The beauty that she had, now seemed to be shaded by something dirty. The dark man took pity on her and said, “Go inside and clean up.” The last words didn’t seem right, but the dark man didn’t have any other words for, try to repair the damage this bastard did to you. The redhead seemed to breathe in one last time before she stood up, letting the white dress fall to its full length, and she walked gingerly into the garage door, and thus the house.

The dark man turned again to the old man, who looked directly at him. “You owe me a great deal of time and money,” the dark man said.

The computer was new, and the connection was fast, but it seemed to take forever to the dark man. “Now transfer the two million dollars to my account,” The dark man ordered of the wealthy man. Twice as much, since the client didn’t want to pay. The wealthy man made a few clicks of the mouse and with that the money was transferred. The wealthy man then turned his eyes back to the dark man.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I doubt that,” the dark man’s reply down to him. “Did you really think that you could get away with not paying me?”

“I was hoping that you would be as confused as the government when you tried to find me,” he said with his head down.

“Yeah, but I don’t have to follow the law,” The dark man said. “Come with me, we’re going to adjust your little harem.” The dark man walked into the living room of the mansion. There were plush couches, and matching over stuffed chairs in one area, and a table and chairs in another. In the chairs near a gas fireplace the four women sat, each clothed in their various positions of employment. They all seemed to be aware of what was going on, and even smiled from time to time, as they discussed what the wealthy man had done to them.

The blond was speaking as the dark man entered, “every time my nipple touched something I would have a weak orgasm. Damn, that was painful after a while.”

“Ladies,” the dark man interrupted, “I have your master here.” He said master like it was a dirty word. The dark man looked down at the redhead, who sat with her legs apart under her dark red dress. “Feel better?” He asked her.

“Better than I had expected,” she said with a weak smile. She had on much less makeup and looked much better in the face at least.

“Ladies I think that it is time we made an adjustment. Now your master here did pay for your services, so I cannot, and will not take you away,” The dark man said to the sad faces of the women. “But that doesn’t mean that I cannot change him.”

The dark man faced the wealthy man and looked him in the eye. “My dear sir, you love sex, but only sex when it is under torture. The only thing that excites you is when a woman is torturing you, and dominating you. The more painful the torture, and the harder the domination, the more pleasure you take from it. You don’t even have to have to penetrate the woman to have your sexual gratification fulfilled. You will make sure that the women each have a turn during the week to dominate or torture you, your choice. You will not carry this behavior beyond the privacy of your home, or wherever you happen to be staying. Oh and you will take no pleasure in dominating or torturing these women, and you will not take revenge on anyone here, including me.” The dark man turned to the ladies and asked, “Anything I missed?”

“We chose if we want to have sex or not,” the Asian suggested.

“What she said,” The dark man replied.

“No lovers other than us,” The African-American added.

“Right,” said the dark man, “you will only have sex with one or more of these women.”

“We get to choose our own clothing?” The blond asked.

“Don’t push it,” The dark man said.

The dark man was leaving, and the five of them were at the door seeing him off. He had already added that they will forget him as soon as he left. Just before he got into the car the dark man said, “Oh and be gentle with your betroth, she needs time to heal.” With that the dark man went back to Chicago.

The dark man turned his head to make his spine pop as he walked into his apartment. He put his jacket on a hook and fell onto his couch. He was so tired. It was a long run to track down a client who didn’t want to pay. It wasn’t the first time, nor one of the hardest. He thanked half a dozen gods that the guy didn’t go running over seas. That’s when it’s really hard to find someone.

The phone rang.

“Hello,” The dark man said picking up the plastic.

“This is General Walters,” The voice from the phone said, “I have need of your services.”

“What is it?” The dark man asked sitting up on the couch.

“We have a little shit here who decided to cooperate. I need you to change that opinion. I want to know anything and everything,” General Walters said.

“Sure, put him on,” The dark man said rubbing his face to wake up.

“It’s a she, and don’t get too excited, she’s a dog. I’m putting you on speaker phone,” General Walters said and there were a few clicks on the dark man’s end.

“Hello, please tell me your name,” The dark man said.

“Ann,” said a meek little voice with the echo that sounded like a large room.

“Well, Ann, General Walters wants answers to his questions. You are going to answer each and every question posed to you. You will answer these questions completely and totally. If the question didn’t cover something it should, you will add information that you think is wanted to your answer. Do you understand, Ann?”

“Yes,” came the small little voice. She may have looked like a dog, but she sounded like a kitten.

There came a series of clicks on the phone and General Walters came over the line, “Thanks you’ve done a great service to your adopted country.”

“At my standard fee of course,” Added the dark man with a little smile.

“The money will be in your account within twenty-four hours,” replied General Walters hanging up the phone.

The dark man sighed and set the phone back on its cradle. Night was falling on the city and he had to stretch to turn on the lamp next to the couch. The soft light fell on him and he thought back into the past.

There was a knock on the door. A grunt escaped the dark man’s chest. In his mind he was thinking that if these were Jehovah witnesses, they were suddenly going to become atheists. He struggled to his feet and staggered to the door. The dark man blinked and looked through the peep hole, and saw a pair of breasts. Well they were breasts covered in a white sweater.

Instantly the dark man knew who it was, and undid the three locks and threw open the door. “Oh Rachel I’ve missed you,” The dark man said to the very large woman in the door way.

She was enormous. It was like someone took a normal woman and increased her perorations to make her six feet six inches tall. She had shoulder length light brown hair, and brown eyes that sparkled. Her face was quite plane, but the smile seemed to make everything else glow. Her chest and arms were covered in a white ribbed sweater. She had on blue pants that hugged her hips, and just barely made it down to her ankles. She had on sneakers so she wasn’t much taller that she looked. In her hands was a large pizza.

“Hi,” she said looking down at him with a smile on her face.

“Come on in,” the dark man said opening the doorway for her. She had to duck to enter. “So how did your over sea’s trip go?”

“Not bad,” Rachel said putting the pizza on a table. “The client did finally settle, so I got to come back. I hope your search for that client who wanted to skip is over.”

“Finally,” The dark man said as Rachel turned around to face him. There was a look in her eyes, which matched his.

The two rushed together. She bent down to him, and he stretched up to her, and their lips locked. Her arms encircled him, and his arms almost made it around her. Her breasts crushed into him, and his dick stuck up in his pants just barley reaching between her legs.

“I’ve missed you,” Rachel said between lips sucking.

“I’ve missed you too,” the dark man said.

She pulled his shirt off with one hand, and he hooked his fingers on her pants drawing them down. His chest and back had a fine layer of dark hair on it. Her push was completely shaved off, as well as her legs, smooth to the touch, and touch he did. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. She pulled off her white sweater showing her well-rounded mounds with dark nipples on the ends. She just got her shoes off before he pushed her onto the couch.

He started to kiss her all over. She rubbed her hands across his body, lingering on his manhood. Skin on skin, flesh on flesh, and they were just getting started. He kissed one nipple and massaged the other. She moaned in pleasure.

“I need you in me,” She moaned out.

That was all he needed. He positioned his member between her long legs, and pressed in. She sighed as she felt him enter her. The warm rush of pleasure filled her body and brain. He thrust and she rocked. Her nipples turned solid as she closed her eyes to enjoy herself. He loved the feel of her. He slid his hands over her smooth skin. Each inch of her felt like a little touch of heaven.

“I’m cumming!” The dark man yelled out.

“In me! Cum in me!” Rachel yelled.

The pumping started and the release of pleasure from him filled her. She screamed in pleasure as his thrusts reached the limit of her G-spot. The energy and electricity from him flooded her body and wracked her. The couch creaked when she bucked on the artificial leather. He pulled out of her as the last of him was spent. He fell on her in a sweaty mess.

They both breathed hard for a few minutes. Rachel started to laugh. “I’m so glad you have a leather couch,” She said giving him a kiss.

“I have a confession,” He said after the kiss. “Its fake leather.”

This made her laugh. He dug out the king size blanked which they always used after sex. It was a tradition. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom, as he got plates for the pizza, and popped in a video.

“Is the pizza still warm?” Rachel asked from the bathroom with her hair fixed.

“Let’s say yes,” the dark man said handing her a slice on a plate.

They settled down on the couch, after he cleaned up the wet spot, naked under the blanket, to enjoy the movie. Her favorite. They pulled close to each other under the blanket and enjoyed the warmth off each other.

The dark man let his mind drift. He thought back how the two met. He did a job recovering an incriminating file for the law firm she worked for. He was just bringing it into the office when she saw him. He didn’t see her, and behind him she said, “I believe that file is for us.” He jumped a mile, and jumped two when he saw the size of her. She laughed. Then said, “You can take me to lunch.” When he protested that he was supposed to deliver the file, she took it, and then repeated her request. So they had lunch. For the first time in a long time the dark man finally relaxed and enjoyed himself around a woman he was not controlling. She could have used her size to intimidate him, but didn’t.

What was more shocking was that she lived less than one hundred feet away. One hundred feet away if you ignore the two sidewalks, four lane street, and one floor. They found this out the hard way, when they saw each other exiting their respective buildings. After that they both bought a telescope. She put on a show for him, stripping, and he did an erotic dance for her, naked. It took more than two months, but he finally asked her out on a date, and it went very well. The third date he finally asked if she wanted to make love to him. She did.

There was something about Rachel that made him trust her, so the dark man told her. He told her everything. He told of his history, his power, and his current job. As expected she needed some time to sort things out. He put a sign in his window that read, ‘I love you’ and sat by it for hours. Rachel finally wrote out her own sign that read, ‘I love you’ and he called her. After that they were a couple, a very strange couple. He swore that he would never do anything to hurt her, or control her. She told him, to wait for her permission first.

Back to himself on the couch the dark man kissed her tender shoulder. “Not now, this is the best part,” She said her eyes glued to the screen. He smiled at this. He loved her.

“You slept with her again,” he said.

“Damn strait I slept with her,” said the dark man, “I love her, and Dave if you make fun of her size I swear you are going to get a string of robberies.”

Dave smiled at this. He was the only other person the dark man trusted. Dave was as short as the dark man, but one and a half times as heavy. Dave had brown hair, short and curly, and a brown goatee. He was in his early forties, and was the dark man’s best friend for years. Dave knew all about the dark man’s powers, and much of his life. Dave owned and operated a corner convenience store, which sold everything from food to T-shirts, where the two were at. Dave was behind the counter, working.

“Don’t get me wrong I like Rachel,” Dave said, “I would really like her without a condom.”

“Stop that,” the dark man said. He paused to go get a bottle of soda, and came back to chat with Dave. “I’m thinking of asking her to marry me.”

“You’re kidding me,” Dave said with a dropped jaw.

“I love her, and for that reason alone I feel I should at least ask for her hand in marriage,” The dark man said opening the bottle and taking a pull of the sweet stuff.

“You know what that means don’t you?” Dave said in a cautious manner.

“I know, but so does she,” The dark man said.

“What do you think she’ll say?” Dave asked with a little smile.

“Yes, I hope,” The dark man said with a little laugh, and Dave laughed with him.

“Oh there was someone asking about you the other day,” Dave said ringing up a customer. “Before you ask, I don’t know who. He saw you leaving the other week and asked about you. Just the normal questions of why you dressed in black, and things like that, but you wanted to know if anyone asked.”

“What did he look like?” The dark man asked.

“Um, round head, brown hair, and he was wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt. He looked as young as you do, maybe younger. Sorry that’s about all I remember,” Dave said ringing up another sale.

“Thanks Dave,” The dark man said paying for his bottle of soda and leaving. He was still thinking about what Dave had said when he returned home.

Thanksgiving was quiet. The dark man did do a few jobs, mostly phone calls, to make families not kill each other. Of course the Christmas buying was on, and the dark man felt very down. It was that time of the year that people would spend so much money, and he was reminded of when he barely had enough money for food. Of course right after Thanksgiving many people were trying to get into shape for the holidays, and that meant competition, and that meant jobs for the dark man.

It was cold. Chicago seemed to be going through a deep freeze so early in the season. The windy blasts between the buildings were making children put their faces in their parents’ legs to shield themselves. Everyone ignored the real temperature and looked for the wind-chill factor. After all they didn’t care if the lake would freeze if the wind froze their eyeballs. Yet the dark man was enjoying it, after all he was in love. Not only that, but after this one little job he was going shopping for an engagement ring for Rachel, and he was excited to do so.

The simple job was to eliminate the competition for his client. It was simple. OSHA the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, was coming by for a visit to the competition, and it was the dark man’s job to make sure that they found many safety and health violations. Fifty thousand dollars for less than one hour of work. He breathed in the breath of his adopted home, and enjoyed the freedom.

The gym was named Women Only Workout, or just simply WOW, on the sign. It was in a simple two story red brick building with frosted windows on the first floor. After all the women didn’t want to be ogled by the men, unless it was on the woman’s terms. The dark man opened one of the double doors and let out a pair of exhausted looking business women. They thanked him, for being a gentleman, and went on their way. He blushed, and knew they would think differently if they had any idea what he was about to do.

At eleven o’clock in the morning on a Tuesday the place wasn’t that crowded, but the OSHA people weren’t expected until one, so he had time. Everything but the equipment seemed to be some different hue, of white, or a slight mixture of something with white. The first stop was the front desk. It was a simple desk that people would stand behind and take down information on a computer. Further back was the weight equipment, rowing machines, stair masters, and treadmills, all black. Beyond the equipment were the stairs that would go to the second floor, the steam rooms, a small pool, and utility closets. The locker rooms were on either side of the entrance, so the first person the dark man saw was a blond woman coming out dressed in a black running suit, which had a white stripe running down the sides.

“May I help you?” Inquired a voice at the front desk. The dark man was looking at the woman in black, and hadn’t noticed the woman come up. She was short, very short, under five feet. She had brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, and brown eyes, which were giving the dark man a skeptical look. She was wearing a shiny multi hue blue skin tight spandex top, and skin tight spandex pants of the same blue pattern.

“Yes please tell me your name,” the dark man asked.

“Jill,” she said looking at him oddly.

“Jill, I have some music that I would like to broadcast over your sound system,” The dark man said. “Please take me to where the CD player is for your sound system.”

“Sir this is a woman’s only club,” Jill said.

“And you are getting very horny seeing me in it,” The dark man said to the shocked gasp from Jill. “Not only that but each time you help me to stay in this club an extra minute makes you even hornier, and you like the feeling of being horny, and want more.”

Jill swallowed and was breathing hard as she looked at the dark man. Behind the desk she was rubbing her crotch through her skin tight spandex. “Please,” squeaked out of Jill’s mouth. She cleared her throat and tried again, “Please come with me sir.” Her walk became a stagger to the back, as she took the long way around the equipment room. Some of the women using the weight equipment gave the dark man odd stares, but no one said anything.

The dark man passed the woman in the black running suit. She was running on a treadmill, not holding onto anything, looking at herself in the mirror she was facing. She was trying not to look at him in the mirror. She had blond hair, which almost reached her shoulders. Even in the baggy running suit she already had a fine figure. The dark man had a mischievous smile, and figured that it didn’t matter. To the woman in the black running suit he said, “You should exercise topless.”

The blond woman kept running, but now here hands had a different job, besides keeping the beat. Her fingers hooked under her shirt and pulled up. Still kept running at a steady pace, she tossed the shirt on the arm of the treadmill, and then the black sports bra was drawn from her body. She kept running, but now her breasts seemed to heave and sag half a second behind her body, making her seem uneven, and out of rhythm. The blond kept jogging and giving the dark man an evil stare.

“This way sir,” Jill said breathlessly. She wasn’t even hiding the fact that she was touching her crotch through her spandex. The utility closet was just that, a space with a door, but in that space was the main computer, the phone terminal, and a stereo system with many cables and wires coming out of it. The CD changer could hold twenty CDs, and the dark man smiled, he only had five, but it would do until the OSHA people showed up.

From his pocked the dark man pulled out the five CDs and said to Jill, “Please put these CDs in and begin playing them.”

Jill didn’t take her hand away from her crotch, until she had to open the jewel cases the CDs were in. She quickly put the CDs in and punched the play button before returning to rubbing her crotch, with both hands, vigorously.

The dark man smiled as the first song started to play. He consulted Rachel as to which songs women listened to when working out, and burned the CDs to match. His voice was going to come on between the songs, and the dark man wanted to watch the effect he had on the women. “Please take me up to the second floor,” The dark man requested of his guide.

Jill was overjoyed to keep him there, even a minute longer. She walked to the stair case and the dark man followed, she kept looking at him, as she rubbed her crotch with one hand, and groped her breasts with her other hand. Her digits were smoothing, and bunching up the stretchy fabric she was wearing. There was a dark spot starting to form between her legs.

The second floor was divided into two sections. One section was a wide area full of mats, used for gymnastics, and other large groups, which was empty. The other sections, in back, were four rooms, used for various things, but mostly different callisthenics in different groups. The music played over the air, and the dark man looked in on one group in a private room.

Three women were in the one room, all quite lovely in their own right. Were going through the motions of moving their bodies in a graceful manner. The three of them seemed to be watching something just to the right of the door. The dark man started to get thoughts of the orgies in the past when he saw the three. One woman was a brunette, one a redhead, and the third a blond, and each and every one had a damn good hourglass figure. The dark man glanced around at the other rooms to find them empty.
“They will hear the CDs in there, right?” The dark man asked the panting Jill behind him.

“What?” Jill asked preoccupied with her fingers down her pants and her other digits under her shirt, showing her navel. “Oh yeah, those ladies don’t bother listening to the TV anymore, they know what’s being said.”

“Good,” The dark man said knowing that the end of the song was coming, and he wanted to be down on the first floor to watch. He started off for the stairs, and Jill, not knowing what to do, followed. She staggered with her hands busy trying to fight how horny she was.

The dark man smiled as the song ended, and he rounded the corner, just as his voice came over the air. He watched the blond running, dressed only in black pants, as his disembodied voice spoke. “If you work for OSHA, ignore the following orders and pay no attention to the music CDs. All women who work in this club, or use the facilities, are now incredibly aroused. Your desire for sex in now at a higher level than you have ever experienced. You need to have sex. Yet you are in a woman’s only club, so you must have sex with the women around you. Take off as much clothing as possible before your lust for the women around you overpower your discretion. Whenever you enter this club again, you will become a lesbian, and will immediately start to have sex with the first woman you can.” The dark man had to admit that it wasn’t his best work, but it took longer than expected to find so many songs.

The dark man watched the blond woman pause her jogging, and started to pull down her pants. Just then a blue blur with a brown pony tail flew at the blond. Jill had her top almost off and had all but tackled the blond onto the treadmill. The machine was still running, and the pair of kissing women was pushed to the all-weather carpet by the conveyor belt. The blond was moaning in pleasure as the brunette kissed large mounds of mammary meat.
The blond hadn’t even been able to pull her black pants all the way down, and she still had on black panties. Jill had been able to pull her spandex top up over her small perky breasts, exposing dark nipples, before her lust overtook her. The blond was trying to push Jill’s pants down, but Jill was squirming too much.

The dark man smiled, as he saw the other women in the exercise room giving each other tongue baths. The dark man went back up stairs to check that everyone was effected. That and he wanted to see what the three women were doing in there. He could hear the moans from the women on the first floor all the way to the top of the stairs.

Sure enough when the dark man looked into the private room, he was greeted with a really sweet sight. The brunette was on her back, with the redhead between her legs. The blond seemed to be left out as she spread the smooth buttocks of the redhead, while licking her lower back.
The dark man smiled as the three women seemed to be crawling all over trying to get each other’s clothing off. The dark man opened the door to get a better view of the woman. They paid him no attention. They were all moaning and the brunette seemed to be very close to climax. The dark man felt evil. “Ladies at the end of each song you hear here, you will orgasm,” he said. If the women heard him, they didn’t give any indication.

The dark man waited, and at the end of the song all three women gave out a scream of pleasure. The three bodies seemed to collapse to the blue matts and they were going into convolutions.
They were each having a very powerful orgasm, as the dark man’s voice again came over the air, repeating the previous commands. The blond recovered first and made it to the breasts of the redhead. The blond started to suck on one, and then the brunette recovered and crawled over to suck on the other teat of the redhead. The redhead moaned in pleasure as she used her hand to massage the breasts of the other two.

The dark man smiled. This was definitely going to close down the place. The dark man smiled, it was time to go get a ring after he did one last thing. He saw Jill and the blond in the 69 position. Jill had her pants down at her ankles, but the blond was completely naked.

“Jill,” he said close to her ear. She picked up her head to give him a quick glance, before her tongue went back to what it had been doing. “Jill when this place closes today I want you to take the CDs I gave you and destroy them, as soon as possible. You will forget that I had given them to you, or that they even existed. You will remember that I was a potential investor on a tour.”

The dark man stood and was about to leave when two women entered. They looked like mother and daughter. Both were tall, almost six feet, one an inch shorter than the other, with blond hair and blue eyes. They looked like the younger and older versions of the same person. Slung over the shoulder of their winter coats was a gym bag for each. They came in talking about something, but as soon as they entered they knew something was wrong. The two of them scanned the equipment area, and saw the women in sexual positions.

“What’s going on?” The mother asked out loud. Then they saw the dark man, and knew something wrong. Just then the dark man’s voice came over the air with his commands. The mother and daughter stood there absorbing the commands, until they were over. Their bodies seemed to scrunch up around their pussies. The daughter’s hands went to her chest, and the mother’s went to her pants. They looked at each other, and there was the briefest of pauses. Like two magnets they flew together, lips first, and their arms seemed to whip around each other. The dark man left them panting on the floor as he left the gym.

“Have you ever heard of the phrase don’t by the cow if you can get the milk for free?” Dave asked the dark man over the dark man’s cell phone.

“Hey, can I help it if I want to show her how much I love her,” The dark man said. He was walking in the night to Dave’s corner convenience store.

“Okay I give up,” Dave said, “if you’re going to marry her, take her somewhere other than Chicago for a honeymoon. That way, you can get your money’s worth from her.”

“Dave, you really are a jerk,” the dark man said into his phone as he entered Dave’s store. “Say Dave, isn’t someone supposed to be working at your store right now?”

“Yeah that stoned out teen, Sam, why?” Dave asked sensing danger.

“Well I’m in your store right now, and no one’s around,” The dark man said checking the few aisles.

“Shit,” Dave swore, “please watch the place for a minute. I’ll be right there.”

“Sure,” the dark man said to the disconnected line. He looked around, and was glad to see no one had stolen anything, yet. He did hear a car pull up, so he was in time.

The door opened quickly. “Give me all your money,” Said a gruff voice behind a ski mask. He pointed a shot gun in the dark man’s face.

The dark man sighed and narrowed his eyes. “Shit,” he said with a small smile. The eyes from the ski mask took on a confused look, and then the smell came. It was the smell of fresh feces. “Get back into your car and drive it strait into, and I mean crashing into, the nearest police station,” The dark man said. The man in the ski mask turned around and left. He got into his car and dove off.

Just then Dave’s red dodge pulled up. Dave got out dressed in a tan jacked with green sleeves, and tan pants. He came in and saw the dark man behind the counter. “Damn am I glad you came when you did,” He said.

“Yeah, but I’m not a very good salesman. That guy who just left didn’t buy anything.”

The dark man and Dave chatted for a little bit. Dave whistled at the sight of the ring. “I’m planning on giving it to her on Saturday,” The dark man said.

Just then a blond teenage girl in a heavy black winter coat with white sleeves came in. She looked like she had just woken up. That was added to the fact that she was still wearing pajama bottoms.

“You can keep Rachel,” Dave said to his friend, “give me a woman like her, young and blond.”

“You want her for a while?” The dark man asked as the blond pulled out a six-pack of beer and came to the counter.

“ID,” Dave said.

“Sure,” said the blond in a slight daze. She handed over a small piece of plastic.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dave said with a look on his face to match his words. “This has got to be one of the worst fakes I have ever seen. I mean really. I’m supposed to think you are twenty-eight.”

“Oh come on,” She pleaded. “I’ll pay twice as much.”
“Let me handle this,” The dark man said. He put his arm around the blond and spoke to her. “Now you don’t really want a beer buzz. The feeling from alcohol is nothing compared to the feeling of a good fuck. This man here is in need of a good fuck, and you are going to give it to him. You are going to strip naked and beg him for sex, right now. You are going to beg to be allowed to be his sex slave, for as long as he wants you. You’ll do anything and everything for him, and to him, all for just the promise of sex. Okay? Okay.”
The blond stripped off her coat, and pajama top underneath, and then finally her pajama bottoms. She came up to Dave and said, “Um, excuse me, but I really need to have sex with you.”

“Oh come on, put some feeling into it,” The dark man said from the other side of the store. “You’re horny just looking at Dave here.”

She glanced at him, and sucked in a breath. “Please, please, please fuck me,” She said almost pleading in pain. “I need to have sex with you.”

“I’m just going to grab a soda,” The dark man said.

“Whatever, it’s free,” Dave said with a wave of his hand. He looked at the blond and said to her, “On your knees.”
The dark man smiled as he grabbed his plastic bottle and left the two to do whatever it is they were going to do. He did glance back to see Dave turning the sign to CLOSED and locking the door. All the while the blond had her naked arms rubbing his body from behind. The dark man smiled as he knew his friend was going to have a good night, and the next night, and the night after that.

It was Thursday night, technically Friday morning, and the dark man was on his last job before he was going to propose to Rachel. It was a simple thing. He just had to make sure that a deli operator burned down the deli. This was a last minute thing, but the person he was in e-mail contact with, sounded so helpless. Apparently this guy was responsible for the woman’s sister’s death, in a hit and run incident. Everyone knew that it was the deli operator’s car, but the police didn’t have any evidence. So the job was to make the deli operator spread gasoline around his deli, and set it afire, but slop some of the gas on himself, keep the book of matches, and have all the money from the register in his pockets. He would also wait around for the police to arrive. The police would find more than enough evidence that he burned down the deli. Not only would he be charge with arson, he didn’t own the deli, but when the insurance company paid the owner, they would sue the operator, making sure he was in debt for the rest of his life.

The dark man smiled, thinking about how he was doing good through evil deeds. The woman knew what she was talking about. She said that the back door would be unlocked until one in the morning, when the operator left. If he went in through the back door, the operator should be the only one left. The operator kept a spare gas can, always filled with gas, in the trunk of his car, and that was the gas used for the arson.

The dark man was thinking about the job, so he didn’t notice he had walked into a cloud of noxious vapor sitting in the alley, which he walked straight into. He started to hack and cough on the vapor. The more his lungs tried to expel the vapor, the more he drew into his body. His eyes were watering, and his strength seemed to be leaving him. His gasping for air turned into a wheeze. He sank to his knees, and he kept thinking, that if he could make it out of the cloud he would be okay. He could make it back to Rachel’s huge engulfing arms, and all would be okay.

He could barely keep his eyes open as his mind started to be filled with cotton making his thoughts slow to an almost standstill. There was a brake in the vapor just enough for his half-open eyes to see someone step into the alley. He had brown hair, and a round head. The dark man had one last thought of, “he looks just like Thrust from so many decades ago.” After that everything was dark.

The dark man opened his eyes, or he thought he did. Everything was in complete and total darkness. He couldn’t see anything, or hear anything. He smelled plastic, metal, and ozone, but that didn’t make sense. He tried to move, but he felt himself in some kind of chair, like at the dentist, and was restrained to it, with what felt like padded clamps. He tried to move his mouth, but there was something in it, some kind of plastic block he could taste with his tongue, and it was keeping his mouth open, wide. With the block in his mouth, he couldn’t move his head.

Everything was dark.

Then there was light. A black and white video monitor only inches from his face came on. An image of a man in an US military uniform stood in the camera’s view. This military man was short, with a crew cut very short, and a stocky figure. Next to him was the man who looked exactly like his old friend Thrust. But Thrust was dead, ten decades dead. This Thrust look alike had the same round head, brown hair, and long neck. He was wearing some kind of hooded sweatshirt that had a zipper down the middle. Just then the dark man remembered the man that Dave had said asked about him. I couldn’t be. This man who could be Thrust was the one who caught him.

“Hello John Doe,” said the military man. He looked so happy in the camera’s view. Thrust on the other hand looked board and annoyed. “Oh I know your name is not John Doe, but it is now. You are mine. Your old life is gone, and you will be working with me or against me. I hope you try to enjoy your new life.” With that the military man flipped a switch and again darkness closed in on the dark man, who was now John Doe.

He wept. He wept for the fact that he might never see Rachel again. He wept for whatever careless mistake brought him to the chair he was held in. He wept for all the centuries he had lived, and all the loved ones he lost.

He cursed. He cursed in all the different languages he knew, at all the different gods he knew. He cursed himself for being careless.

He remembered. He remembered all the different occupations he had. In his mind he remembered them all. Beggar, thief, warrior, sultan, explorer, trader, sailor, pirate, patriot, statesman, frontiersman, soldier, doctor, steamboat captain, farmer, coroner, sherif, private nvestigator, baker, spy, a baker again, a spy again, radio operator, engineer, carpenter, photographer, publisher, small business operator, and now a guinea pig.

THE END

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