To say that it all began like a scene from some mafia movie is an understatement…
The band stood on the stage of the club playing their signature big band sound. Varying patrons embraced the glitz and glam of the establishment. Women in cocktail dresses and fancy evening attire mingled amongst well dressed men in tuxedos. Laughter filled the air along with the sounds of the band and the beautiful woman who crooned a song of love and sorrow before the assembled mass of patrons. Waiters and waitresses glided through the rows of linen clad tables carrying beverages and exotically crafted dishes in a well orchestrated ballet. In the far corner of the club, she sat in silence.
I observed her from afar.
I leaned over to my associate and whispered something into his ear. He nodded in acknowledgement and turned his gaze to her as he rose to his feet and approached her table.
“The Boss will see you now.” He said.
She turned her attention to him and nodded as she shouldered her purse and followed him towards my table.
My eyes followed her across the club as she neared. Her long dark hair framed a face of exotic features. Her green eyes and a slender nose were accentuated by a pair of thin lips masked in lipstick of dark crimson. Her slim athletic yet curvy figure was masked in an emerald green wiggle dress, as she strutted forth upon long legs. I’m sure she had been a model or an actress before at some point in her life.
As she arrived at the table, I rose to my feet and greeted her. I extended my hand, taking her dainty hand in mine and raised it to my lips and placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.
“Welcome. Please have a seat.”
I gestured as my associate pulled a chair out for her. Upon seating herself, the associate pushed the chair in and she crossed her legs.
I gestured for the waiter, a young man in a dark waist coat and dress trousers carrying a bottle of champagne. With a pronounced pop, the cork shot from the bottle and henceforth poured the contents of the bottle into several champagne flutes.
“Thank you for seeing me.” She said with a pronounced Eastern European accent.
“You have a wonderful club.”
I chuckled.
“Thank you. Tell me, what brings you to grace my presence this evening?” I replied.
I raised the champagne flute gesturing a toast to her. She followed suit raising her glass before pressing the glass to her lips and sipping from it.
Her eyes fell to the table.
“I need your help.”
My eyes fixed on her as if I wasn’t already examining her beauty.
“You need my help?” I replied again sipping the glass before me.
“It is no secret who you are Sir.” She answered.
My eyes narrowed as I listened intently. I studied her carefully for any cues of deception. Observing her body language and listening to the undertones in her voice.
“My husband has been unfaithful to me.” she said in a hushed tone.
I started to laugh, but I restrained myself.
“Look lady, I’m a businessman and all but it’s none of my business where your husband puts his dick okay.”
I sat there silently for a moment and I could see a tear begin to roll down her cheek before she balled her hand into a fist on the tabletop.
“His whore secretary. His whore accountant. His whore book keeper. The personal trainer. He’s been fucking them all under my nose for years and he expects me to be okay with it. This is NOT what I came to this country for.”
There was pain in her voice, and her demeanor changed.
I reached over and wiped the tear from her cheek.
“So what is it that I am to do for you?” I inquired.
Her eyes rose from the table to mine.
“Perhaps you have somewhere more private we could discuss this.” She responded.
I glanced over at my associate silently.
He nodded.
“Step into my office.” I replied.
We rose from the table and I escorted the lady through the labyrinth of tables through a set of doors and up a winding staircase. She hooked her arm through mine, as we headed upstairs to a pair of doors marked ‘STAFF ONLY’.
My associate was joined by another who opened the doors for us and closed them behind us. The sound of the doors locking, was then followed by a second set of doors opening and there we entered my office.
The office itself was spacious. A large mahogany desk sat in the middle of the room with a couple of chairs before it. A large bookcase sat against the wall behind it lined with books, and another case contained numerous liquors and spirits. On the other remaining wall was a large TV screen.
I seated the lady before I walked around behind my desk and took my seat.
My associates took to the doors, posting like military guards to secure my place of business.
“So. Please continue. Tell me what this is all about.”
Her eyes fell to the desktop before meeting mine.
“You have a reputation even back in my home country. They say that you are a businessman who is kind, fair and just to those who are in need; but you are ruthless, brutal and unrepentant when dealing with your enemies.” She said.
I laughed.
“In business, all actions are calculated. In my enterprises, my moves are calculated and the level of action must guarantee some kind of return.”
“So. This husband of yours. Tell me about you both.” I inquired.
She inhaled sharply.
“Back home I come from a small village. The people they don’t have much but they work hard for what they have. My father was the school principal and my mother was a dance teacher. They were prominent in the community, so it was a big deal when I left for University in the capital. I studied Economics, and performed as a ballerina to help pay for my studies. One day, we performed for a group of foreign dignitaries. We were highlighting the importance of our arts and culture. There he was. He pursued me for months.” She began.
I listened to her story.
“He told me that he had to have me. He was charming although he was much older than me. We married and he took a new post in the Justice Department of this country.”
The words Justice Department triggered a response in my face. I could tell she noticed the change in my demeanor.
“Things started off well enough I guess, but soon I just became some kind of trophy. I was to accompany him on his public appearances, but he was having sex with everyone but me. He would buy me these expensive gifts to attempt to buy my silence but it got worse and worse. We would fight and argue and he would threaten me. Threaten to send me back to my peasant family. Threaten to use his power and influence to take everything from us and that if I didnt learn my place that he would not stop until he fucked my mother in her ass and he would cum on my father’s grave.”
Her voice was filled with pain and her eyes with tears.
“So. What is it that you wish me to do?” I responded.
“You know my husband well. I’ve heard him in fits of rage many times talking about how you’ve eluded him and the assassination attempts that you’ve made on his life. I’m sure that it would truly break him if his arch nemesis got his hands on the one thing he prizes most.”
I smirked.
She rose from her chair and strutted around the desk taking a place on my lap.
“You’re a very difficult man to find. I’ve been trying to find you for several months, waiting until he is at his meetings to try to locate you.”
There was seduction in her voice.
She took my hand in hers and raised my hand to her face. She nuzzled her cheek against the palm of my hand before guiding my hand towards her mouth. Her lips parted and she ran her tongue seductively over my fingers before sliding two fingers between her crimson lips and began mimicking fellatio.
“I want revenge. I want him humiliated. I want him broken and I want you to do it.”
I sat in silence for a moment.
As she began to speak again, I raised my hand gesturing for silence.
“And your name Miss is?”
“Elena. Elena Duran.”
“Duran… As in Charlie Duran, the Attorney General.”
Charlie Duran had been hunting me for years. He started off as a criminal prosecutor and rose through the ranks as a hardliner. He took a tough stance against what he deemed criminal enterprises and he had cost me quite a sum of money in the past. He cost me business and had put away a number of my associates. The one big fish that eluded him though, capturing me. We had traded barbs in the past, a bullet scar on my chest had been a gift from Charlie and I had responded with a car bomb that although failed to eliminate him made it’s point.
Now here I was, his wife in my lap and a calculating mind working in overdrive.
She raised my hand to her bust and down the lengths of her curvy figure along the lengths of her leg.
Finally, I broke my silence.
“Make reservations for dinner, tell your husband that the famous lounge singer Sora would like to meet him. We will take care of the rest.”
My associates nodded.
“Thank You.” she whispered before guiding my face with her hand and pursuing her lips against mine.
“Such a cunning and deviant woman…” I whispered as she kissed me.
“Never interrupt your opponent when they are making mistakes.” She whispered in response.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o3dtgb/sleeping_with_the_enemy_the_introduction