Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 005]

"So what exactly are we talking about here?" she rasped, her tongue licking her lips in a futile attempt to be seductive. She gazed upon her future toy with nothing but lust in her eyes. It was obvious she couldn't hide her delight at things to come, her crooked smile plastering across the wrinkled sagging face of hers. Which was already far younger than she was. But even the modern medicine miracle that was Botox had its limits, and she had reached it. Not like she cared. This wasn't the old days where she had to seduce her way through powerful men, to build up her own dynasty of wealth. She wasn't looking for another billionaire husband, the last one had already made her far more wealthier than any of her previous five husbands. All she need now, was hours of sweaty, raw, carnal pleasure, and standing right in front of her, was her new and very delicious solution to her necessity. She licked her lips again, and pursed her lips, for any more of this, and she might end up salivating over her new plaything. She couldn't take it anymore, the urge was too strong.

"Well, boy? I can't wait all day, you know. It's simple. Car, or no car. Take it or leave it. Now this offer will only be on the table for another five seconds, so you better be quick" she hissed, the words coming out like it was a dagger dipped in honey. A certified seductress, surely, but way past her expiry.

J took a big gulp, swallowing a slug of saliva which built up in his throat. His heart was pacing, and in spite of being in the presidential suite, he was dripping in sweat. This was it, he told himself. The chance is finally here, so what the heck am I waiting for? Do it, J, do it! Don't think twice, just close your eyes, imagine Jessica Beil or something, but for fucks sake, DO IT! he told himself, mustering up his own courage to utter those very words. Well, here goes nothing.

"Okay"

Out came a tiny whisper from his mouth, and she perked her head up. He gulped again, and closed his eyes. Jessica Biel, Jessica Beil!!!

"What did you say? I didn't know I was paying for a mute... speak up boy," she said again, as she reached out for him, bony fingers running down his chest.

"Okay. You have a deal. I want the car. You can take what's yours..."

And without missing a beat, she was on him like a bitch in heat. Except this time, that line wasn't a metaphor.