The Hunter

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

The echo of Kristen's boots filled the otherwise quiet hall. A large ornate mirror stood in the middle of the room. She didn't stop to check her appearance nor did she need to. She knew she looked good. Tall leather black boots reached mid-thigh. Shockingly short skirt. Her perfectly toned and tanned stomach was largely exposed by the briefest of bustiers.

She paced impatiently at the end of the hall. Damn it! She thought bitterly. If you don't get here soon, I'm getting started without you!!!

Kristen was too busy fuming at being kept waiting to notice the car pull into the driveway. Suzanne eased herself out of her car, running a nervous hand down her skirt. She checked her reflection in the window, deciding to open one more button on her white blouse. Her blond hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, feet encased in black patent leather shoes.

Suzanne hurried down the garden path. A low fence ran along the rear of the property. In the middle of the fence, obscured by vines of morning glory, was a door. Suzanne threw it open and quickly made her way down the winding staircase.

She gasped when she saw Kristen. The two women stared at each other wordlessly. Kristen was a vision in black. Pure temptation. All seduction. Suzanne, in stark contrast, was all sweetness and innocence in white.

Kristen's sultry gaze swept down Suzanne's body. She spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Suzanne nodded. That was all the confirmation Kristen needed.

She strut down the hallway, not bothering to see if Suzanne followed. It was only when her hand grasped the door knob that she stopped to let Suzanne catch up. Kristen threw the door open, allowing it to slam against the wall.

Kevin startled on the bed. His eyes wide as he took in Kristen, the leather get up, the riding crop in her hand. "You?" he asked, thoroughly confused.

Kristen crossed the room to the bed. She ran the crop along Kevin's cheek. He cringed when the leather first touched his face, but Kristen's touch remained gentle.

Just then Suzanne entered the room. "YOU?" Kevin shrieked. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Suzanne slowly made her way toward Kevin. She bit her lip and ran a shaky hand through her hair. Kristen, catching the nervous gestures, rolled her eyes. The riding crop landed on the floor with a loud clatter. Kristen reached Suzanne in two long steps.

She grabbed Suzanne's ponytail, pulling her close. "Just go with it," she whispered in Suzanne's ear. Suzanne's response was silenced when Kristen's mouth closed over hers. She lost herself in the soft lips pressing against hers, the tongue caressing her own, the hands ripping open her blouse, sending buttons flying.

"Suzanne. What. The. Fuck." Kevin croaked.

"Isn't this what you had in mind, lover?" Suzanne teased. "Didn't you say you wanted to spice things up?"
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This was the conclusion of the story that began here with the Hunt. The middle piece is here with The Hunted.