Black Widow 2nd Weave - Welcome To My Parlor (Part 1)
Black Widow 2nd Weave - Welcome To My Parlor (Part 1)
by John Bruno
He stands outside the door to the Presidential Suite steeling himself against the likely visage of an old, wrinkled, emaciated crone. Or the grotesque spectacle of an over-Beloed aging rich housewife. For the umpteenth time since he chose to delve into his current lifestyle, he sighed. He could wish for better-looking clientele but at least the old hags he "entertained" payed handsomely for his services. Sporting what he considers his most disarming smile, he presses the doorbell.
The sound of shuffling emanates from behind the lavish ornate door. He hears the locking mechanism disengage and mutters, "Here we go."
What the door reveals makes his jaw drop. Before him is a massive bosom cradled by a black lace bra straining to contain its load. A pair of black sheer panties fail to hide the small triangle of dark hair. A body that has definitely seen a lot of time in the gym is proudly displayed. A statuesque goddess stands before him, hands on shapely hips.
"Yes?" asks Danelle with a slight frown.
"Good evening," he finally manages to blurt out. "My name is Joe. I'm your date for this evening," he continues as he tries to regain his composure. His introduction was unnecessary. Danelle knew who he was. She also knew his boss Arturo - her "date handler." She should, since she owns the enterprise Arturo works for. She learned long ago to let people know only enough to make them feel at ease. She also knows that people oblivious to the fact that you know a lot about them are at a disadvantage.
"Hello Joe," replies Danelle with a bemused curl on her lips. She knows her date handler calls Joe, whose real name is James, K-Pop. The moniker suits the tall handsome half-Korean. "Come in," invites Danelle.
"Follow me to the seating area," instructs Danelle as she turns away from the threshold. K-Pop follows Danelle and takes in the elegance of the suite - marble floors, expensive Persian rugs, even more expensive porcelain vases, artwork that could have only been purchased at Sotheby's. K-Pop knows a thing or two about elegance. His clientele is made up of women, and men, of discriminating taste. He knows money when he sees it and this place definitely reeks of it. Jackpot. This hot bitch isn't bad either, K-Pop muses.
Danelle reaches a massive black leather-clad couch, and K-Pop takes one more eyeful of her toned backside before she could sit down. With her legs crossed, Danelle beckons to K-Pop as she nods at the couch across from her.
"Thank you," K-Pop replies perfunctorily as he marvels at the size of this so-called seating area. It's bigger than my whole apartment, thinks K-pop with a tinge of envy.
Danelle pours herself a glass from the bottle of Moet et Chandon sitting on the glass-topped hand-carved coffee table separating the two couches. "Join me," says Danelle as she sips her drink while eyeing K-Pop.
K-Pop knew that that tone of voice and demeanor meant that this scantily-clad woman sitting across from him was accustomed to getting what she wanted. "Thank you," was all he could manage.
A few heartbeats tick by as K-Pop sits nervously, wondering if this is what prey feel under the gaze of a hunting tiger. Danelle finally stirs.
"Stand up and take off your clothes."
Without preamble, K-Pop replies, "Yes ma'am."
K-Pop bides his time taking off his clothes. He was not being sexy about undressing. He was feigning confidence when in reality he was barely preventing his hands from trembling. This woman, whose appearance should be making him horny, was giving him the jitters.
Danelle inspects the now naked K-Pop with an appreciative eye. Toned muscles. No discernible flab. Abs. "Nice package," mutters Danelle as she eyes K-Pop's genitalia. K-Pop blushes slightly.
"Follow me to the bedroom," says Danelle abruptly as she stands up and heads for her private chamber. While walking, Danelle strips off her top and bottom. K-Pop stares at Danelle's round buttocks and fondles his penis.
Danelle reaches her massive canopied bed and plops down in the center, spreadeagled. "Before we begin, let me set up some ground rules," says Danelle. "No kissing on the lips. We're not lovers. Wear a rubber. I don't suck cock. Don't ever bring that thing anywhere near my mouth. And no anal. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Show me what you've got," Danelle commands K-Pop. "Give me my money's worth."
To be continued