Satan Wears Satin

Chapter Two-1

CHAPTER TWO

Sable’s Juicy Phone Sex

Sable marched proudly from the glass gazebo, actually enjoying the cool rain on her flesh. She needed cooling down after the s****l titillation of humiliating both Vance and Matt—without the luxury of gratifying herself—because she knew her seeming aloofness actually roiled their lust past the boiling point. Her chauffeur rushed to her side with his umbrella to escort her back to her limousine in the tennis court parking lot.

“Such a good boy, Maxfield.” She made him blush when she patted him on his lightly freckled cheek. Maxfield Wickersham, named for the legendary commercial artist, Maxfield Parish, followed his painter-idol’s footsteps to Haverford College—nearly two centuries later.

“Thank you, ma’am. Um, just a reminder, I return to classes later this month.”

She patted the bulge in his pants. “I see you’re a rising senior.”

“Ms. Brandenburg!” His blush matched her dress. They reached her car, and he held the door open to the back seat.

“My birthday is two weeks from Friday. You can’t return to school unless you come at my party.”

“Don’t you mean come to your party?”

“I know exactly what I mean, and so do you.” She clutched his c**k and kissed him flush on his mouth. “Meanwhile, do you still have your paycheck from last week?”

“Right here.” He touched his uniform shirt pocket. Lust and disappointment animated his eyes and mouth.

“I have to make two urgent phone calls. Then we’ll go to our bank to cash your check. It’s so much fun seducing you out of your hard-on money!”

“Don’t you mean ‘hard-earned money’?”

“That, too,” she conceded. “Hard for you, easy for me.”

“You’re so unfair! You swindle me every week. Except that time your husband paid me.”

“You love it!”

“But you never give—I mean, we never…”

“Your premature ejaculations aren’t my problem. Come on. You know you want to see that cute teller at the bank. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Thoroughly beguiled again, he blushed and stammered, “But—well, maybe if—I mean, show me a little mercy!”

“Of course, darling.” She kissed him tenderly. “Today I’ll make sure you don’t c*m until I want you to, and I’ll give you a special treat.”

He kissed her again. Leaning back, he looked into her eyes. “You’d do this for me, even if I flirt with Laura at the bank?”

She hoped he mistook her gritting teeth for a smile. “Youth has its privileges.” She slid across the back seat to the right. Patting the space beside her, she said, “Sit here and close the door. I’ll give you a small treat now and a big one later.”

While he sat beside Sable, Maxfield’s body heat increased. She slid the hem of her dress up to her lap. Maxfield stared at her shapely legs wrapped in sheer black nylons and accentuated by scarlet garters coming down from her garterbelt—what Maxfield’s British grandparents would call “suspenders.” The sight of all that money stuffed into her stockings made Sable look even more desirable… and evil.

She balanced her pocketbook on her knees and took out her wallet. “Count the money, aloud,” she said, “and give me the bills as you count them off.”

Maxfield’s hands trembled as he withdrew the bills so close to her thighs. When he let his hands slide off course occasionally and caress her flesh, she nodded her approval. His c**k grew more rigid with each stack of bills he handed Sable. The symbolism of Sable’s taking everything he had to give—money representing erotic potency—turned into virtual s****l intercourse. He finally counted out the last amount to the total: “Two thousand, four hundred, and eighty-seven dollars.” He gazed into her eyes, hopelessly seduced by her fleshy appeal.

She kissed him on the cheek. “Now, shoo while I make my phone calls.” Sable settled into the back seat and closed the car door. She raised the partition between the front and back seats. With the tinted windows filtering out most of the light outside, Sable felt sequestered enough to revel in her voluptuous sensuality. Taking a fresh pair of scarlet panties from her pocketbook, she wiggled into them.

Maxfield walked away, his strawberry-blond covered head in the clouds, totally unaware of the thunderbolts Sable planned to unleash from those clouds.

She pulled up the automatic-dial index and made her first choice.

“Vance?” the voice at the other end asked.

“No, Elise, I stole his phone.”

“Oh, it’s you.” Elise’s voice dripped scorn.

“Since you brought up Vance, though, how about a friendly wager? I’ll bet I can seduce him.”

“You can’t corrupt his loyalty to me.”

“Get off your high horse. If you don’t think I can get him in the sack, say so.”

“Vance cares for my affection.”

“I understand your confidence. You bet me a hundred dollars you could get his attention, and you won. You were supposed to meet Matt in the gazebo, and Vance showed up.” Sable paused for effect and added, “What a lovely coincidence!”

Elise fell silent, realizing Sable had manipulated her, Vance, and Matt. “Whatever. Out of curiosity, though, why did you accept my wager?”

Because, Sable thought to herself, I bet Matt two hundred that Elise would lose interest in him once she met Vance. “I like to play with people’s lives,” she confessed.

“You’re despicable!”

“What do you care? You won our five-hundred-dollar bet that you could bed Vance.” Sable had easily recouped that loss by betting Matt a thousand that Vance could seduce Elise.

“It’s not my fault you made two stupid bets,” Elise said haughtily.

Baiting the trap, Sable thought. Her arousal mounted when she moved in for the kill: “Give me a chance to get even—and then some. Say, two thousand?”

“Let’s suppose you defy all probability. You pull one of your sleazy tricks, and gullible Vance falls for it. Why should I pay you for him to wallow around in filth?”

“Touché! Why, indeed? —If you doubt you’re woman enough to keep him.” Sable visualized Elise wincing at her barb—taking the bait, and the bet.

“You are so vulgar! Nevertheless, I accept. I’ll bet two thousand dollars that you can’t seduce Vance. But you have to prove you succeeded. Today. Any woman can wear a man down with persistence.”

“By midnight,” Sable clarified what “today” meant.

“Not very sure of yourself, are you?” Elise purred. “I lured Vance into bliss an hour after I met him. But one of us must be a lady about this. I’m benevolent enough to give you until midnight—if you can prove your nasty deed, Nasty.”

“Don’t mistake me for my associate, Nastia. She does my dirty work. But this time, I’m into do-it-yourself.”

“Don’t you mean do it to yourself? You’ll have to settle for the solitary sin. You won’t get Vance!”

“I’ll get him, and I’ll keep him.”

“How?”

Although she knew Elise was fishing for s****l strategies, Sable felt cocky enough to reveal her techniques. Elise couldn’t seduce anyone as skillfully as Sable, even if she memorized the Kama Sutra. “Vance is a prime suspect for climax denial.”

“What’s that?”

“I’ll entice Vance into irresistible desire for me. Then I’ll refuse to gratify him. I’ll give him a ‘release date’ to keep him dangling and doing me favors. The sport is seeing how long I can keep him hooked on me before I have to put out.”

“Absurd! You’re practically pushing him into the arms of another woman.”

“Not when I play. After I take Vance, he’ll turn his back on all other women. And telling him ‘no’ makes him desire me so passionately that he’ll do crazy things for me. Of course, I’ll test him to make sure he isn’t satisfying himself elsewhere.”

“Test him?”

“s*x on demand. He has to show me he’s ready to go at all times. Usually, I’ll check his stiffness with a hand job. If I’m especially horny, I might let him have some.”

“You’re filthy!”

“Thank you. Bye the bye, Vance plans to visit you this afternoon on another matter. He’s tied up right now—maybe literally, the kinky devil.”

“I believe I know Vance much better than you do, and I can assure you he’s not interested in that sort of thing.”

“If you say so,” Sable voiced the universal phrase for “I disagree with you, but I’ll pretend to go along.” She added, “He’ll see you soon, probably around three. I do hope you’ll cooperate fully with him.”

Sable hung up on that provocative note.

She slipped her long satin gloves off, put them in her pocketbook, and took out a pair of short latex gloves like the ones health professionals wear. Sable dialed her next call manually.

The voice at the other end announced, “This is—”

But Sable interrupted. “I know who you are, darling.”

“Brandy! I didn’t recognize your number on my caller ID.”

“I’m using up the airtime on someone else’s phone. We can talk as long as we want to! Still coming to my birthday party?”

“Wouldn’t miss it!”

“I should hope not! You’re the best present I’ll ever have. It’s pathetic to pay for your own birthday gift, but you’re worth it.”

“I know. But I’ll wrap another gift for you. You can treasure that token of my affection long after our night of mutual passion—made possible by a grant from Sable Brandenburg, alias ‘Brandy.’ And every time you miss me, you can look at your tangible gift and think of me.”

“What is it? Please tell me!”

“It’s a surprise. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to satisfy Honey.”

“Please stay on the line, darling. I’ve just been very naughty, and I need your voice and your words to plunge me into delicious, decadent, delight. I’ll pay you two thousand—the money I’m taking from a sucker this afternoon.”

“Sounds like Brandy is working for her money, like the rest of us.”

“Just an airtight bet. No work.”

“Sure, Brandy, you’re a classic capitalist. You want your money to work for you. You think everything is either capital or labor. But it’s not that simple.”

“Of course it is!”

“No, sometimes getting down and dirty is the quickest way to exploit your victims—and it’s incredibly erotic! Ask Honey Bates or her daughter Gretel Fox. They’re also experts at hands-on management. Yes, that’s exactly what you think. They force others to do their bidding.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.”

“No, I like the executive approach. I command others to get me what I want; I don’t care how. But on special occasions I use my personal touch to get my way. And I raise the stakes dramatically when I’m involved. So I live more luxuriously than most people.”

“You’re right, darling. You’re always right. Just tell me what I want to hear.”

“Are you comfortable, Brandy? Lie on your back, lift your hips a little, and make sure your hands can reach both of your gardens of delight. I’ll describe how I plan to corrupt you on your birthday, and you can act it out now, because you always get what you want, Brandy. You’re filthy rich, and you can buy any pleasure on earth. You’re a filthy b***h, so you like your pleasures nasty, spiteful, and vindictive. You’re a filthy rich bitch.”

Sable’s fingers were already at work.

“You get your greatest thrills by torturing others while you steal your orgasm. So, while I’m driving into you, slowly, sensually, insistently, you’re watching—what’s his name… Vance, while his life comes apart. He’s vibrant and alive, and he wants you so bad it hurts. So, you’re only too happy to oblige, inflicting pain and humiliation on him while I bring you closer and closer to the threshold. You’re draining Vance’s life away while I pump into you, and you’re looking forward to the day when you’ve used him up and you can throw him away like an orange peel and pulp with all the juice squeezed out.

“You’ll never let him do what I’m doing to you, unless he gives his life to you for one visit to paradise. And you know he’ll pay that price. You’re just looking for a way to make the sacrifice of his life serve your purposes. Meanwhile, you might let him slip his tongue in your backdoor like...

“This! Feels like your finger, doesn’t it?”

Sable took the cue to jam her left index finger up her anus.

“Vance gets the ugly, humiliating end of this deal until he’s willing to lay down his life for you, but he’s delirious with joy that you granted him even the taste of your ass. And I get the supreme pleasure of penetrating you from the front. But the ecstasy is all yours, knowing that even I am your instrument, bought and paid for to pleasure you, submitting my will to yours for a small fraction of the immense wealth you greedily squander and manipulate others into replenishing at your leisure.

“And I am so grateful to give myself to you, Brandy, that I feel you depleting my vitality and enriching your own, just so you’ll let me… Give! Give! Give! When you tighten up like that, I can’t stop. Oh, let me keep driving and driving and driving into you until we both melt from the heat of our passion.”

Propelled by the sensual voice on the other end of the line, pumped up by the earthy message, and filled with a voluptuous ecstasy by the word pictures, Sable brought herself to repeated orgasms and felt compelled to draw a close to the rapture before she thoroughly exhausted herself. “Oh, that was so good,” she sighed heavily. “I’ll wire the two thousand to your bank account tonight.”

“I aroused myself, too! I’ll use Honey to satisfy my urge as soon as we hang up.”