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Chapter 5

Victor Creed approached the desk with a serious confidence spread across his body. His face wore a prideful mask like that of a teenage boy who just got laid for the first time. A secretive smile hiding the perverse thoughts and memories of that night he took the innocence of some young girl who expected nothing and got everything. These sordid thoughts excited him, remembering the first girl who he had his way with. Oh, how she fought him. She was no match for his strength, her arms rose and fell back immediately to the floor where he was forcing them. Her youthful eyes were no longer filled with vanity and pride, now they were filled with pain, embarrassment, and surprise. Her fear spilled from her pours and filled his nostrils, feeding his hunger only to give him more vigor. Victor remembered squeezing her wrist so hard that even his own hands ached after many minutes of thrusting inside the tight little girl. Not so little and innocent anymore. He didn't really remember her name. Something like Susan or Sharon… Not that it really mattered. Victors thoughts were postponed as he reached the desk in the busy lobby.

"May I help you?" The receptionist seemed rather appalled that she had to deal with a person. The phones were ringing loudly and non stop. She was overwhelmed. She looked at him politely and tried to hide her impatient mood, failing miserably. Her attitude didn't bother Creed. No, he liked them feisty. He glanced at her middle aged face, yet there was something youthful about her eyes. This made him smile slightly, and she returned his smile only out of courtesy.

"Yes, I think you'll be able to help me…" Victor paused and set the vase of roses on her desk, "I need these flowers delivered to Ms. Frost, please." He put on his best act of politeness that once upon a time his mother beat into his mind, body, and soul. She took the flowers quickly. A quick flash of what seemed as jealousy arouse on her face. He noticed a ring on her left hand and figured her husband must not be the romantic type. She was a beautiful woman in her own right, though not the typical modern beauty. No, she was that of an ancient wonder. Like the women and goddesses of Greece and Rome, her body was slightly plump, her bottom rounded, and her stomach and breast swollen. Ah, she was of a rare species. Her face though was not of a goddess, no, not at all. A plane shape and skin tone. A very forgettable face to most. Her eyes, filled with a naïve hope and idea of life, that youthful glare that gets you through the day and existence. Images of him on top of her poured into his mind, forcing her upon her busy desk, was thrilling. He felt his face flush with warm and dangerous blood. He shoved these feelings into the deepest part of his subconscious. Her jealous thoughts were pushed aside and smiled weakly at the rather large and handsome man.
"Absolutely, sir." She stood from her seat, fully revealing her curvy behind, "I'll do it right now… have a good day sir." They smiled at each other and parted ways.

Victor let those thoughts of the receptionist back into his imagination. He fondled her breasts and held onto her wrist, not roughly, no, she wanted it and loved it. Firmly he held her and kissed her neck as he plunged himself deep into her. He reached his truck and was soon bored by his imaginings of the forgettable woman. He yearned for more. He sat behind the wheel, not turning the key, and waited. He could be here all day, but that didn't matter, just as long as he could see her. If only for a moment, the beautiful and sexy Emma shall walk by, he'll be in his heaven. So, he waited.

Lo and behold, here came the bitch only after forty-five minutes of waiting in his hot truck. Her strut was nearly unbearable and he quickly became excited. He wiped his forehead clean of sweat. He swallowed hard and attempted to catch his breath. This feeling of being out of control of himself is what made him so irate. It was a sign of weakness. Damn these women and their powers of seduction. They are always aware of what they are doing. No, they don't just walk down the sidewalk just to walk, no, they swing their hips to get these men going. Tempting them with bait. Then they run their hands thru their hair with one quick motion of faux innocence. Hooking their prey. Pretending not to know what they are doing as they cast their seductive and weakening spells. Then the last straw. They lick their full lips stained with a wine colored lust. Oh, that's the thing that draws them in. Into their doom. And the dumb green men fall for it. Like they are the only one for this women. That they're special and she only does this for him. These women play siren, get fucked, then play innocent. The female mind is a wicked place full of selfishness, vanity. Thinking of ways for themselves to keep their "reputation" and pride. Always acting the role of victim in their little plays. They want to be victims? So be it. They will be victims in his play too. Victor Creed will never be weakened by a woman. Victory Creed will never surrender his pride for a woman. And Victor Creed will never be victim.

Yet, a man always will fall victim. Failing himself with stupidity and haste. He'll give into a woman. Yes, men do it all the time. At least this is what women like to think. Yes, they make up stories and scenarios. When they chat amongst their girly friends and bickering and cackling. They pride themselves with stories of romance. The things their boyfriends do for them and how much they must care about the girl. Fools. We all know why a man gives a girl a gift, or does the dishes without being asked, takes out the trash, blah blah blah. He wants to fuck her. Being with the same girl, as time goes on, you have to come up with new and bigger better stuff. Things he'll know will get her hot, thinking he cares for her. Victor, for a moment, questioned himself, maybe these men are capable of caring. He quickly laughed at himself and his silly self-contradicting thoughts. Then suddenly, the weakening feeling came back as an image of the beautiful woman he was desperately wanting to know. No! He would not allow himself to be pulled in. Not even the soon to be Mrs. Remy LeBeau could do this. Her body so curvy and yet thin, not like the receptionist of ancient statues. Oh how he wanted her under him, screaming for mercy. She was one of the worst witches of all. One of the most powerful. She knew many secrets of sly seduction. She was the one who will be the biggest risk to his hobby. He must be careful not to fall under her spell, her compelling trickery, by showing affection and compassion. No, he will not fall victim.

Victor decided seeing her for this brief moment was enough to satisfy. After all, his mind was now on someone else. He needed to find her. Yes, he needed to see her, in order to learn more about this sorceress. And so, he started his engine and left this witch to her potions. Her songs to draw and crash some poor unknowing mans ship onto her enchanting island. And he will be at her mercy until she lets him go, giving him back to the sea.

On a hunch, Victor decided to head to the restaurant where he had first spotted his newest assignment. To his amazement he saw the lawyer she called her own entering. He parked his truck, turned it off, and sat patiently. Like a little kid trying to be good and prove to his parents he could wait for Christmas morning. Stubbornly he sat, not allowing himself to get too excited. Perhaps she wasn't even there. No, he knew she was. Soon, his intuition was confirmed. She exited the building, hanging on her fiancé, talking with her friends. Another woman, one he had not seen with them that night, was there amongst the group. Good God, this place was full of witches. Her white hair was stunning, like that of lightening, full of energy, not age. He was nearly spellbound with her and the other women. Victor was delighted to see that this lightening goddess was riding with his enchanter. He started his truck, then calmed his nerves after noticing the infamous alacrity of men when it comes to women.

He followed the two women, but not too closely, remaining consciously inconspicuous. Victor tried to imagine what they were talking about. Unfortunately, he didn't know enough about them to form a conversation in his mind between them. No, he didn't know whether they were the chatty type. Those girls he was thinking of earlier, comparing their men and quality of innocence in the world. Who was the grander victim? He could not form the words coming from their mouths. Were they more the type to out on airs? Probably. Especially the silver haired. She looked as though she had an immense supply of pride, but not fake. No, she was not the usual fake woman putting on a show. She was truly prideful and arrogant. He couldn't decide which he hated more… the fake or the truly superior.

Victor was surprised when his subjects slammed on the brakes suddenly. He nearly rear ended SUV and was soon back in reality. He was scared, and happy that he didn't hit them and have to talk to them about damage and all that shit. He then saw them start laughing, though he could not hear them, he was sure it was beautiful. They started moving again and then came to a stop on the side of the road. Victor quickly debated whether or not they were engrossed in their conversation enough that they wouldn't notice him if he too pulled over behind them. He decided that it was too risky and made a right turn. He pulled over on the intersecting road, still in sight of the car, he made a quick U-Turn and stopped the truck. He waited.

He continued to follow them, weaving in and out of lanes, to a quick stop at a store. Then he found himself at a tall older building. An apartment building. Surely this is not where a lawyer would live. Perhaps this was the fair haired lady lived. Some how, not sure why, he doubted it.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed! I know, it took me forever! But I had a lot of fun with this little chapter. Well, I'm going to update again, SOON! I promise, so stay with me! No, don't go away! Plenty more to come!