Sorry for the long absence, the past few weeks were one hell of a pre- (and obviously post-) Christmas nightmare.
I didn't find the time to write sooner with tons of work to do, as I am now enjoying my third day in peace.
I hope you had a nice Christmas season and I'll try to catch up with my schedule and will hopefully soon post the next chapter.

"Get off me!"

The demand had been unnecessary.
Siegfried had desisted from his amorous intentions and was unresistingly forced back into a sitting position.
Amelda was standing opposite to him, as far away as his shaking legs had allowed it.
Panting, he was staring at Siegfried, the red mark on his face and his own trembling hands clenching into fists.
Fear being replaced by adrenaline overcharge, it was almost impossible to channel his thoughts.
It all had happened too quick.

There he had been trapped underneath Siegfried, who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, joking about impregnating his rival's secretary.

"I vould be doing you a favour," Siegfried had said, "Carrying ze offspring of some influential global player like myself vould be an honour. You vould be envied by a lot of your colleagues for zis opportunity."
Siegfried had been joking obviously, still the words didn't fail to make Amelda sick.
A disgusting prospect.
How could he even think of...

"I'm just teasing you mein Schätzchen," he had whispered while trying to unbutton Amelda's blouse further despite the latter offering resistance.
With one swift movement Siegfried had managed to roll Amelda onto all fours, pushing up his skirt as he fondled his backside.
"I know about the peculiar reluctance you Japanese people show towards anal intercourse and since you're well-bred and descendant to one of the finest families, I take it you're rather inexperienced."
He gave his buttcheeks an experimental squeeze, before pushing them apart.
"No, let me rephrase this, you're definitely an anal virgin. Assuming anything else vould mean dishonouring you."

Amelda felt Siegfried's hardening flesh, unashamedly protruding from his morning gown, as he pushed against him.
"Ze first time vill hurt, I'm afraid it alvays does," he whispered as he let his fingers trail over the beloved backside, "but you vill thank me for my introduction to zis exquisite treat, as you vill soon find yourself hungering for a nice cock driven up this sweet spot..."

And then Amelda had slapped him.
Clear across the face.
Without thinking.
It had been a gut reaction, but he had been unable to take it any longer.

"You despicable, chauvinistic disgusting pig..."
Amelda was panting, the words spluttering from his mouth without hesitation.
"Do you think you own me? That I will succumb to your revolting attitude? I'm not a whore, do you understand? You can't do as you please..."
The words he used didn't matter neither did he recall whether he had been insulting him in German or Japanese. But it felt good, oh so good...
Amelda was on fire.
Fear and abasement melting into rage. But he wasn't burning up. He was setting things alight.

"How dare you treat me like this…"Amelda gave a dissatisfied grunt, his muscles tensing with the adrenalin sloshing through them. He needed to release his anger or he would burst.

"You think every woman would be intrigued by your posh manner, your designer clothes, the way you speak and your money, you rich bastard. But you're an ill-natured, ill-tempered spoilt brat, used to getting what he wants."
Amelda dug his nails into the chair he was propping himself against as he screamed.
"You don't own me!"

Amelda was pacing up and down agitatedly as he cursed under his breath since Kaiba's stupid chauffeur wasn't picking up his phone.
He was still shaking with fury and disgust, but deep down he felt good, really good. Torn between the urge to cry out in despair and laugh uncontrollably, Amelda felt powerful.
He had told him.
He had been honest with Siegfried and put to him bluntly what he thought of him.
And it had felt so good.
A warm shock of energy was bolting its way through his muscles, leaving a strange rhythmically pounding sensation lingering in his chest and abdomen.
A pleasurable feeling. A masculine sensation.
Amelda took a deep breath as he put away his phone.
"Damn," he whispered.
This idiot was probably out somewhere repairing the engine he was constantly tormenting with his driving skills.

"Is something the matter?"

Amelda's head shot up to meet the pleasant smile of a receptionist.

"Nothing really," he responded, "It's just that...My chauffeur wouldn't pick up..."

"You just missed him," the receptionist continued to Amelda's puzzlement, "He just went up to discuss something with your husband...should I call Mr Schröder and have him sent down?"

My husb...
Amelda was too perplexed to respond.
Was this woman really thinking that he...

"Wait, no need to do so..." he added hastily.
A devious thought formed in his mind.
"Say, he didn't happen to leave the keys here..."

Ten minutes later Amelda was heading for the driveway in the most lavish model a GT tuned BMW had ever been treated to.
The sweet humming of the engine and the all too pleasurable vibrations seeping through the black leather were adding to the luxurious experience.
This was the first time an encounter with Siegfried had provoked a delightful outcome.

Amelda speeded up as another speed camera came in sight.
Technically he had just stolen a car whose first instalment he probably couldn't even afford.
Still it hadn't prevented him from carrying out this airborne, silly little act of revenge.

Another flash of light.
Kaiba was definitely going to take this one off his salary once Siegfried would forward him the traffic tickets his car had been involuntarily involved in.

Amelda enjoyed his little detour.
First of all he had been in no condition to head back to KaibaCorporation without the risk of spending a short period screaming at the man himself before spending an even longer period unemployed.
He had to digest the disquieting sensation of almost anal intercourse with the most disgusting person on earth first.
Secondly driving this high-bred monstrosity of a car was the closest thing to the pleasurable feeling of riding her.

His bike.
Amelda missed his bike.
Back in the States while working at the Paradise headquarters; whenever there had been a dispute with Valon or possibly even Raphael, when he had been depressed, brooding over something or was just in need of some free space.
She would always be there for him.
Just a short spin and life would be bearable again.
Just feeling her deep roar, the vibrations massaging his body, the wind tugging at his coat if he would take her out for a trip. Where to wasn't important.
It was the how, that mattered.
Just the two of them.
He really missed her…

Amelda sighed as he pulled over as a gas station came in sight.
Well, he couldn't return to KaibaCorporation with a stolen car obviously.
But he wasn't going to return it to Siegfried either.
What to do…
Of course Amelda felt the strong urge to send Siegfried's little play thing over a cliff, yet he would have a hard time explaining this incident.
No, it would need to look like an accident.
His gaze fell upon a small sticker.
A devious plan was set in motion.
Of course…

"…which I am grateful for, I won't deny that. Yet I am a bit concerned about the unintentional damage it caused…"

Kaiba sighed as he worked through the papers Isono had him graciously provided with.
"I wouldn't even begin with the strange misunderstanding that had led to misplacing Siegfried's dear vehicle…five offences concerning speeding and the tragic climax where you, oblivious to having filled a diesel engine with petrol by mistake, continued your journey; an engine breakdown being the inevitable result."

Amelda was staring at him with wide innocent eyes, which Kaiba found highly suspicious.

"I must have confused the gas pumps," Amelda stated meekly," I am a woman after all and we are not known for our technical genius."

Kaiba gave a dismissive harrumph, though he refrained from adding something in the line of: This is coming from a woman known for her motorcycle and car obsession, who keeps offering her help to my personal chauffeur and has already repaired my car more than once.

Kaiba knew about these things.
He was good at acquiring information.
Such as the heap of paper work the signed contract had brought with it.
Oh well…
Kaiba shot Amelda a glance, yet he chose not to comment on this matter.

"It's not as if he didn't deserve it…"
Amelda supressed the urge to bite off his tongue.

"Miss Sotha," Kaiba continued as he signed some forms, "I doubt that there is a fitting punishment for a man like Siegfried von Schröder."
He handed the stack of papers back to Isono.

"Sir…well I am really sorry and…"

"One must expect a few additional payments to ensure a signed contract…"
Kaiba had raised his head a little and observed Amelda with his stern penetrating gaze.

"I didn't mean any harm and…"

"Miss Sotha, as much as I am inclined to sympathise with you, I don't take kindly to being taken for a fool," Kaiba added unnerved, "You meant harm and who could really blame you. After all Siegfried is quite famous for his lack of modesty and meeting up in his hotel room…"
His voice trailed off.
"Well, I must admit I was surprised by the call I received from a, well admittedly distraught, yet still alive Siegfried concerning the signed contracts."

Amelda dared to breathe again as Kaiba's gaze travelled to a distant point.
"Considering I only have to pay for a few traffic tickets and one car, while receiving a contract signed by one of my toughest rivals; I'd say it is a bargain."

Kaiba looked up.
He was really enjoying himself as he added, "Don't you think so, Miss Sotha?"

And Amelda was left intrigued and speechless, which was why he nodded approvingly.
Kaiba was smiling at him.

Well this isn't the last we've seen of Siegfried, obviously. He still got another trick or two up his frilly sleeve.