Hello there, just decided to drop this off and go about my day. It actually fills a prompt that I saw On Red Lizzy's Tumbler page so tell me what you think. Be nice and flamers may go drown…
I own nothing if I did there would be no Tom and Lizzy would have pulled a Clarice by now.
His latest endeavors had brought him to Mumbai. He was currently situated in his client's apartment located at a High Rise Building… Well… His High Rise Apartment NOW… Payment for a job well done, although the Shreepati Arcade was a glorious complex standing 500ft above ground, the only thing he objected to was its firm "All Residence Must be Vegetarians" policy. He sat quietly staring at the giant scene before him...
Dembe had retired for the night and Red was left staring down at the hustle and bustle of the tiny people below him from his perch on the 43rd floor. After some time had passed, Red decided that it was time to view the surveillance footage that Mr. Kaplan had retrieved from the computer that belonged to the men who had been watching Lizzy… his Lizzy. Loosening his 100% silk woven sage green Herringbone solid tie, and opening his light gray vest and unbuttoning his pristine white shirt, he poured himself a generous amount of an exceptionally well-rounded 16 year old single malt Glen Moray, and sat in the center of the black curved leather couch that was situated in front of the 103" television.
It was clear that Tom had no idea he was being watched. What remained to be seen was whether or not he was being watched by whomever he worked for, or if there were a third unknown party involved. Either way, Red wasn't very happy about any of it. He watched the footage with some mild interest, occasionally barking a humorless laugh at Tom's attempt at normalcy.
Honestly Lizzy if you weren't so in love with the snake you would be able to see right through his act.
It was only when Lizzy joined Tom in the shower did his posture change. His breath became slightly more labored and his trousers tightened. He was no longer a casual observer, but attentive. The first thing that he noticed was that Lizzy was always the first one to initiate any form of intimacy. The second thing he noticed was that unknowingly, Lizzy's posture during the whole ordeal was…robotic. It reminded him of a scientific experiment on How to perform Coitus. The more he observed their dealings, for lack of a better word, the more he was convinced that one: Tom was in fact an inefficient lover, and it wasn't wishful thinking. Two: His dear Lizzy had the makings to be a very sensual and infinitely more fluid lover, and three: Elizabeth Scott Keen had no idea what it was to have a man make love to her. He smiled wickedly as he drank some of his scotch.
Ah my dear, I'm looking forward to your seduction. The endgame will be ever so sweet for the both of us, but first we must get rid of our dear loving Tom.
He finished his drink and decided to call it a night. Better not to start something. Not only did he have an early morning and a long trip back to the States, he really didn't feel like resorting to paid company at the moment, and truth be told he was well aware that his huger could only be satisfied by hearing Lizzy's pleading mews and breathless begs.
I always have enjoyed delayed gratification.