I, Ajax West, am a weakling.
No, not a physical weakling; I can bench press 300 pounds, have been timed by a radar gun throwing a baseball 89 mph and hitting a serve in tennis at 100 mph, and can dunk a basketball with either hand.
I'm morally (and also perhaps emotionally and mentally) a weakling.
I wasn't always a weakling.
I used to be morally, emotionally and mentally strong as well as physically.
Then a bitch from hell, who makes Jezebel, Catwoman, Mata Hari, and Veronica Franco look bland, came into my life. Her name is innocuous: Beth Reynolds. She is not! If a thesaurus is to be accurate it should have a photo of Beth as an antonym of "wholesome."
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I was happily married to Sybil for four years, and was 27 years old, when I went to work at a small money management firm in Cary, North Carolina. Sybil got a job in Raleigh, less than ten miles from our small house in Cary, as a school counselor.
The owner of the firm, Jake Reynolds, was a whiz kid. At the age of 31 when I met him he already was a millionaire and his goal was to become a billionaire. That's why he started Gravitas Enterprises LLC at age 27.
One reason that Jake wants to be a billionaire is because his father-in-law is one of the three billionaires who lives in Cary (although the least wealthy of the three if a billionaire can be called "less wealthy" without evoking a guffaw). To say that Beth (two years younger than Jake) had grown up "entitled" is a laughably gross understatement.
Despite the fact that Beth is entitled she isn't lazy. She has some sort of Internet business of her own that she is mysterious about and a sure way to get a death stare is to ask her about it. She's smart, in a diabolical way, and fit. She maintains that she works out six days a week, and no one can dispute it -- although they wouldn't dare try even if they could. Before I moved to Cary I've been told that she got upset by not being given special treatment at a fitness center in Cary and had her old man buy it, and then fired the entire staff and installed her own minions. She also changed the name to "Bether Fitness" (dumb but no one has the guts to tell her). Now, if she feels like working out alone the center clears one-half of the facility and only Beth is allowed there.
Despite her ability to work out alone if she desires, or is in a bad mood, Beth rarely does. She has a hard body and likes it to be appreciated by others so she often goes to the center at the busiest time of day in revealing workout clothes.
Beth is not a raving beauty. However, like any good succubus she is as provocative as hell and has near perfect ass and thighs and eyes that can almost bore through steel. Her eyes are violet in color (only a fraction of 1% of people have violet eyes), have a large orbiture (particularly a long palpebral fissure length,), and naturally dark thick eyelashes. Also, she usually has a bizarre color eye shadow on her eyelids that give her eyes an even more extreme ethereal quality than they have naturally.
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Sybil and I didn't meet Beth until we had been in Cary about three months. Gravitas Enterprises had a barbeque for all twenty five employees and their significant others and kids.
Being a normal red-blooded heterosexual male I of course noticed Beth right away. She wasn't the best looking woman there but she was the most erogenous. Sybil and I were introduced to her by Jake. When I stared into her eyes -- and she into mine -- it was freaky. Honest to God her eyes seemed to be speaking to me. What they were saying was very disturbing. "You want to fuck me with all your being, and if you do it will ruin you for any other woman, you fucking wimp!"
After that disturbing introduction (I don't even remember what was said during the introductions I was so preoccupied by what her eyes were communicating to me) as we moved away from Beth I started introducing Sybil to some of my other co-workers. Between conversations Sybil whispered "Beth looks as malicious as her reputation."
"What's her reputation?" I whispered back since people around Gravitas' office didn't talk about Beth.
"Succubus," was her one word reply.
In general I had a good time at the event -- many of the employees and their families were friendly -- except for two disturbing run-ins with Beth.
The first occurred when I was in line to get some food off of the grill. They had Italian sausage, bratwurst, and hamburgers. Beth wormed her way in line in front of me first staring into my eyes with her unearthly look. "I hope you don't mind, Ajax, but I really have my eye on one particular sausage and I need to get it," she snickered. Then she moved her ass into contact with my crotch and held it there until I backed up. Then she plucked an Italian sausage off the grill, put it in a bun, and took a bite while facing me, before sauntering away.
My traitorous cock inflated, and I had to cover up while trying to eat a hamburger and a bratwurst.
Later, after I exited a light conversation as I was walking around with an ice cream cone Beth stood in my path. "How about a lick," she smiled, again her stare boring through my skull. She held my hand and then took an exaggerated lick of my cone. She opened her mouth to show me the vanilla soft ice cream in it, then daringly swallowed it and said "Yummy," before licking her lips and wiggling her ass as she walked away.
Again my cock responded, requiring me to get a napkin to hold over my crotch.
Just as disturbing as Beth's actions were mine that night when Sybil and I got home. I mercilessly mauled her, licked her pussy with the same alacrity that Beth licked my soft ice cream cone, and then pounded her doggy, a vision of Beth's perfect ass flashing before my eyes just before I ejaculated.
If that wasn't bad enough Beth proved that she was indeed a succubus when visions of her fucking me permeated my dreams that night.
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I shook off my initial fascination with Beth in the ensuing days, and actually rarely thought about her until a Thursday almost two weeks after the barbeque. Jake had set me up with an interview with a well-heeled potential new client in Greensboro, NC that morning. As I was getting ready to leave Jake came into my office and said "Say, Ajax, Beth has got some sort meeting in Greensboro this morning and her Ferrari is in its bi-monthly visit to the dealer for repair and she refuses to drive any other car and her father's chauffer is otherwise occupied. Could you take her with you and bring her back?"
What was I gonna say to my boss? -- "No, Jake, she's a succubus so I need to avoid her at all costs." So I said what any new employee would "Sure Jake, when will she be ready to leave."
"I think that she's sitting on the hood of your company car right now," he chuckled, "she's not used to being refused.
As I walked out to the company car I was assigned -- all of them are Mercedes -- the baby blue one, Beth was indeed sitting on the hood. She flashed me a beaver shot as she got off the hood. With a big smile she said "Thanks for driving me, Ajax," like I had a choice.
I was starting to walk around to the driver's side when I realized, given her crossed arms, stern look, and foot-tapping that she was expecting me to open the passenger's side door for her. Not wanting to be on her bad side, I stopped in my tracks, smiled, and opened the door for her. She made sure to flash her beaver again as she curled herself into the seat.
When I say that she flashed a beaver; I wasn't exaggerating. It was clear that she had no panties on under her short skirt and at least some pubic hair.
Greensboro is about sixty miles away, almost exactly an hour by the most direct route. I wondered if I could carry on a conversation with her that long. I didn't have to worry -- about conversation.
Beth was very capable of carrying on an intelligent conversation, and did for the first forty minutes or so. The problem those first forty minutes was not her conversation, but the fact that she insisted on putting one of her bare feet on the console at all times. Given her short skirt and the lack of nylons that meant that at least one killer thigh was exposed the entire time. Fortunately I had reflective wrap-around sunglasses on so she couldn't see me occasionally staring at her thighs, but given her out-there personality she undoubtedly knew that I was.
After the first forty minutes her conversation changed. She started shooting questions at me, rapid fire. Some that I remember were:
--Did my husband tell you to let him know if I exposed my pussy to you?
--How often do you and Sybil have sex?
--Are you good at cunnilingus?
--Is it true that Ajax was the Greek hero with the biggest dick?
Most of the questions I answered with "yes," "no," "I don't know," or "that's too embarrassing to talk about." Some I just shook my head to. Her last question as we were pulling up to the building she was going into was "You don't mind me asking you these questions, do you Ajax?"
"Would it make a difference if I did?" was my response.
"Of course not," she cackled. Then she handed me her cellphone and said "put your number in under 'Ajax." I did. Then she said "Call me when you're done, you already have my number programmed into your phone." I don't know how, but I did.
I shook my head as I drove away, and to my potential client's office which was about 1/2 a mile away from where I dropped Beth off.
My meeting with the potential client went well -- and he had a large portfolio that he wanted to transfer from his present money managers. We had a handshake deal after about 90 minutes. Then he asked "Are you free for lunch?"
