All about Eve, Part 1
I'd like to say I was cool as a cucumber the next day but the truth was I was nervous as a virgin the day before her first orgy. I knew what I was going to do. I woke with it on my mind. I had the Sawyer's right where I wanted them. Still, even with it infecting my brain, I nearly forgot to call Crowley and tell him to hack the Sawyer's camera system. It was nearly five before he called back with acknowledgment that they could loop it or switch it off on my command. I told them I'd text him when I was ready. He wanted to discuss yesterday's deal but I was in no mood.
Aurora called to chide me about our agreement, indicating that she wanted a little attention from my other women, the ones I still owed her. She did not respond well to either my distraction or my denial; she hung up on me when I did not instantly volunteer her a little tongue.
I puttered but in general I had terrible concentration. Finally, in desperation I called John and he said I should call Mrs. Grayson. He gave me her number and I did. He also said he was planning to go to Mrs. McKinnon's house around nine. He had information that the house would be empty by then till one or two. They were going to be out and so he had plenty of opportunity to copy her diary then.
I felt uncomfortable. He seemed at ease, clearly thinking that he had found a way out of signing his wife over to me, that he did not have to face her with the news that her ass was now mine. That optimism clashed with what I was contemplating. Plus, I missed my sex object. Jennifer had been a light presence in the house and by eight it was clear I benefited from her. Even though she had subsided into a morose silence that last few days, I hoped her little jaunt into her fantasy had lifted her mood and she would return reassured and just as willing as before John Sawyer confused her loyalties by satisfying one of her other fantasies.
It was nine when I finally picked up the little memory stick with the auto-play movie of John in his Midnight Rambler persona and sauntered over to the Sawyer house. I loitered out of sight till John called to say he was on the way. I was unresponsive and the exchange was one-sided and brief. I watched him creep out the back, keeping to the shadows. Once I was sure he was indeed gone, I retraced his path to the back door of their house and slipped inside.
Darkness had arrived and their house was dark but for a scattering of LED lights from clocks, charging phones and the like. I realized I had assumed the alarm was off, realized too that I had not contacted Crowley. I crouched behind the couch and texted him to shut their security system down and text me when he had verified it.
He sent me an "I see you" message and then, "Now I don't" to indicate that he had indeed subverted the system. I had knelt waiting, my heart pounding in my head. Rich guys like me don't sneak around, if the world is our oyster, we go in the front door and bow to no one. The nerves that haunted me all day culminated on the stairs, finally going still and silent, leaving me calm and eager for what was about to happen. I knew what I was going to do, not how Eve would respond.
The light to her room was on but as I approached it, I heard the shower.
Perfect.
I stepped lightly into her room and found she had her laptop on her vanity, open to the security system. She was waiting for me. I smiled. I plugged the memory stick into her USB port. I brought up the little video and paused it. I was ready for her and sat down to wait. She took a long, long shower.
I imagined she was masturbating but realized that I did not know if women did that. You'd think they would prefer to lay down and relax so they didn't slip on the tile and give themselves a concussion. Who knows? I suppose with a detachable shower head, women would find a shower very convenient. Orgasms are like weather, there are all sorts.
When the shower went silent, I got excited. My cock got hard because I knew what I wanted. Mrs. Grayson's impressive body intruded and I had to shake my mind of that vision, concentrating instead on Eve as she would appear out of the bathroom attached to the master bedroom.
She appeared, her hair dark with water, making her look like a drowned cat. She wore a shift with ostentatious ties at the point of each shoulder. The peach clashed with her complexion and hair. Her little tits dented the front panel of the chemise. The rest swirled around her like smoke. She opened the door of the bath, turned to close the lights and then straightened. Her eyes found me immediately. She went still squaring her shoulders.
"You." She said, her voice strong and sure.
I felt the confidence emanating from her. I reached over and touched the space bar. The movie started, pulling her eyes to it.
She turned her head just a bit once she understood I wanted her to watch the movie. For awhile she watched with silent curiosity, unaffected by what she was seeing, at least displaying no reaction. Predictably, only when she identified John Sawyer did she gasp a little, when he pulled off his mask in the midst of his rambling coitus. She drew closer, never looking at me.
I had that sinking feeling that you sometimes get right at the penultimate moment, the feeling that I had forgotten something and in this case, it made my gut hurt. I presumed that Eve would not wish to put John in jeopardy, that she would forgo her effort to escape me and surrender. I was not disappointed but for the time she spent watching her husband fuck my sex object, I felt the insecurity flickering in me like a bad bit of fish starting its little rebellion.
Eve fixed her eyes on the little screen, watching John subdue Jennifer and then when she was bound and blindfolded, pulling off his mask. She took several steps closer to the computer, hesitating at the last as they began their copulation, Jennifer's reedy voice pleading to be fucked. Eve took one step and then another and another till finally she reached out a hand and tapped the space bar and the movie halted, John's cock clearly visible slicing into Jennifer. Jennifer's head was turned full to the camera, the film was cut to show her expression, clearly displaying her mouth in a rictus of penetrated pleasure.
For a moment, Eve just stared at the screen. Finally, she turned her head. Her gray eyes were flat. She lifted the hand from the computer and very deliberately and slowly pulled on the large bow-tie at her left shoulder. The string uncoupled and the front of the garment flapped down, revealing her left breast. Her other hand pulled the other tie loose and the shift slithered down her lean body.
She stood before me nude, the peach nightgown puddled around her ankles. She did not move. She did not speak. She simply waited.
I waited too. I felt the pressure of the time but I decided even if John appeared, even at this moment, it would not matter. I saw utter surrender in Eve's expressionless eyes. I didn't believe it for a second.
When she spoke, her voice was strong but not aggressive, loud enough to be heard but not forceful.
"Where do you want me?"
I gestured at her bed. She walked to it like she was on the runway again but with nothing but her body to show to my eyes. Her feet crossed the line that made her hips switch back and forth like a little rocking chair but without any accent from a twitching skirt. She put a knee on the edge of the bed and looked back at me over her shoulder.
"What position do you prefer?" She asked.
That question shot through me like a shock and my cock became fully erect. The moment was at hand. I gestured. "Make yourself comfortable." I said in the same casual tone she was using. It occurred to me that she spoke like this was a photo shoot.
She got onto the bed on all fours but then rolled onto her back. She bent her knees to the side and exposed her pussy. She stretched her hands over her head and went still. She moved one foot and then closed her eyes.
I sat for a moment looking at her. I pushed the computer away and then reset the movie back to the beginning. When I looked back at Eve, her eyes were open.
"You planned this all along." She said. "Where is John? Did he help you?"
"He is reading a diary." I said standing. I skimmed my polo shirt off and tossed it on the floor. I bent over and picked it up and lay it on the chair at the vanity. I toed off my shoes and unbuckled my belt.
Eve watched me. "How, how did you...what are you going to do to him?"
