Sleeping With The Enemy (Part IV)

Allison Lake, better known by her stage name ‘Sora’ was a prominent lounge singer. A beautiful bombshell of a woman, her grandparents had fled from mainland China to the island of Formosa, when the Communists rose to power. Her grandfather was well known throughout Taiwan for his actions leading Nationalist troops in combat against the Imperial Japanese Army during the attempted conquest of East Asia.

Her mother left Taiwan after completing University. Her father was a journalist, a profession which took him around the globe and allowed for him to come across her mother. The two fell in love and they were married. The marriage produced one daughter, Allison.

In her younger years, Sora was very active. She ran track, performed gymnastics and practiced martial arts; but her primary love always was singing. She had always had exceptionally powerful vocals. Her mixed Asian features and sculpted body made her highly sought after among suitors. But behind the beautiful exterior, lay a determined woman of high value who would not hesitate to use her martial arts knowledge to subdue many a horny male who crossed her boundaries.

She began traveling as a lounge singer performing with big band groups before large audiences on the nightclub circuit.

It was the nightclub circuit which introduced her to Antonio Geist.

One evening as she crooned a ballad of love and love lost, the dark haired beauty caught sight of a gentleman in the crowd. His pronounced latin lover features caught her eye. Her eyes flowed across his handsome face to the dark suit he wore. He returned her glance as he leaned over and another gentleman whispered into his ear.

The first man nodded and as she finished her song, the man approached the stage and extended his hand helping her down the stage. Her long flowing evening ground accentuated her bombshell like physique.

“Ms. Sora, your reputation precedes you. I’m a big fan.” The gentleman said as he took her gloves hand into his and he brought it to his lips.

“You’re quite the charmer.” She responded with a smile.

“Please join me at my friend’s table. He is eager to meet you.” He replied.

She glanced over towards the table where the other man sat. She looked upon the man’s handsome features.

“What is your name?” She inquired.

“Marco Jindares. But please just call me Marco.” He answered as he hooked his arm, awaiting her to link arms with him.

A smile crossed her face before she locked eyes with him.

“Well Marco, I’d be delighted.” She replied joining him as they approached the table.

The seated man rose and applauded Sora as she approached with Marco.

Marco paused and seated Sora.

He extended his arm in an introductory gesture towards the man.

“Ms. Sora, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Antonio Geist. He’s the owner of this fine establishment.” Marco said.

“The pleasure is mine.” I said.

I kissed her hand.

“It is an honor to have you here.” I added.

She smiled as a waiter approached with a towel draped over his arm and a serving platter lined with champagne flutes. He set one down before Sora, Marco and myself before promptly exiting to tend to the requests of other patrons.

“Thank you for having me.” She said raising her glass.

Marco and I raised our glasses in response. We followed suit sipping the champagne.

“I understand that you are having some… Issues…” I inquired.

Sora looked to the table momentarily.

“It’s nothing really.” She answered.

“No. No. We’d like to help.” Marco answered.

“Tell us what’s going on.” Marco added.

“My friend and I are in the business of helping.”

She was silent as the piano player began playing the introductory notes of a song.

“My manager has locked me into a draconian contract. He’s using it to extort me and he’s threatening to ruin my career if I don’t sleep with him. He controls the money and while it’s my money, he has some sort of fail safe code on the accounts that he refuses to divulge to me. He’s expecting me shortly.”

I nodded listening to her story.

“Don’t worry. Problems have a way of working themselves out.” I answered.

She rose to her feet.

“Well Mr. Geist. Mr. Jindares, I appreciate your concern and your hospitality but if you’ll excuse me gentlemen; I must head to the ladies room. The pleasure was mine.”

She shouldered her purse and headed towards the restrooms.

I leaned over to Marco.

“Handle it.”

“Oh and you have my blessing.”

Marco attempted to stifle a laugh as he nodded in acknowledgement.

It had been several hours since Sora had met Marco but she couldn’t get him out of her mind.

The soothing warm waters of the shower flowed over her nude body. A blanket of steam hugging her figure and she ran her fingers through the wet slicks of dark hair against her back.

She was easily more than capable of handling her management problem herself, but she was hesitant to. The one time she was hesitant. The thought of sexual extortion bothered her. Far too many people in the business were manipulated in that fashion.

She reached down and turned the water off. She emerged from the shower and steam like a water nymph.

She wrapped a towel around herself and used another one to dry her hair.

She glided across the titled mosiac of the bathroom floor and headed for her bedroom.

He sat on the bed waiting for me.

He had the typical sleazy appearance of a low life. An almost stereotypical appearance of the I can make you a millionaire type of manager. Some kind of wannabe mogul.

She struggled to maintain her composure, cringing within at the thought of him naked on top of her.

“Alright. Let’s do this.” He said, a piece of chewing gum in his mouth as he reached for her.

He ran his hand along the length of her bare legs, touching her silky smooth skin.

He stood up and walked over to her dresser. The large makeup dresser had a large mirror framed with marque like lights. Next to it, was a large open window. The night sky was vibrant and the evening cool and calm, everything she was trying to be in the midst of the situation at hand. The scent of ocean salt was carried upon the breeze through a palm tree just outside her window.

Her manager stood momentarily at the open window and gazed out before he reached into his pocket and took out a blindfold.

“Why dont we make this more enjoyable by being a little kinky.” He added walking over to her.

She sat silently on the edge of the bed looking at the floor.

He placed the blindfold over her eyes and returned to the window.

“There. Ah yes, the submissive Asian girl fantasy.” He said with enthusiasm as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

She hesitantly laid back on the bed her hands holding the towel tightly about her body.

As he was so busy with his nonsense, he was too distracted to notice that a figure had crept through the window and stood behind him.

He never saw it coming as the piano wire wrapped around his neck. The gloves hand stuffed a rag into his mouth and put tautly against the wire forming a garrote to silence his victim. The manager flailed about momentarily struggling for his life before he finally expired. His struggle ceased and his body went limp.

The figure shoved him out the window before turning to face Sora who lay on the bed.

The gloves hand lifted the mask and exposed Marco’s features. He removed the gloves and placed them into his pocket. He walked over to Sora and climbed over her body. He ran his hand along her body sensually before he pressed his lips against hers. He slowly lifted her blindfold and pulled back.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered.

“Surprise.”

She returned her lips to his. Their kissing intensified as he began to undo the towel which cloaked her body.

She worked to remove the dark shirt from his body lifting it from his chest and up over his face and arms.

He kissed along her jaw, down her passed her ear and along her neck. She moaned softly as the heat began to rise. Down her neck and along her collarbone he journied. His powerful hands cupped her breasts. His lips pursing to suck upon her areolas. She ran her hands across his face and through his dark hair as he continued his descent.

Down passed her belly button until finally he reached his destination. He guided her thighs apart being invited by her aroused state.

Sora arched her back and moaned as she was greeted by Marco’s lips. Her fists gripped the sheets tightly as he gripped her hips tightly.

His tongue danced an oral salsa against the muscular folds of her vaginal entrance. Probing. Darting. Sliding. Defining.

His intensity increased but his consistency was steady.

Her moans grew louder and more frequent as she responded to his actions.

She struggled to bring the words forth between her moans as she became hot and struggled to catch her breath.

“Marco.” She uttered between moans.

“Marco.”

He firmly grasped her waist as she arched sharply. Her moans grew more consistent and deeper until her body began to shudder in the midst of his powerful grasp.

Her orgasm rose forth and would be the envy of the Gods.

Sora and Marco had the chemistry.

The memory of that night brought a smile to Marco’s face as he watched his girl sing a sultry ballad upon the stage. Her fiery vibrant vocals renewed and refreshed as she performed. Her figure emblazoned in the glowing spotlight.

Nobody really quite knew what ever became of Sora’s old manager. Rumor had it that he had left town to become a fisherman.

Sora on the other hand found a renewed career and popularity, regularly appearing at awards ceremonies with her beau Mr. Marco Jindares at her side.

Sora evened performed at the Attorney General’s Justice Ball with the esteemed Mr. Charles Duran in attendance.

If only Charlie Duran knew that Sora was on Geist’s payroll.

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