The first thing she noticed as she hesitantly made her way down the flight of stairs was that he was not only gone but much of the furniture had been moved some missing altogether. The long leather couch had been repositioned to the center of the room along with the Persian rug but the coffee table, side tables, lamps and several other items had vanished. The living room resembled a stage of sorts. She shuddered at the implications but quickened her pace.
George was nowhere in sight. She secretly hoped that he had done the honorable thing and left but she couldn't recall hearing the front door open and close.
Suddenly she heard a sound and he emerged from the recreation room on the west side of the house back out of sight of the foot of the staircase. She jumped in surprise. He was carrying a handful of CDs.
He held up his hand as she stood at the last step his gaze sweeping the length of her body from head to toe encased in the handpicked clothing that emphasized her many charms.
"Damm you're a site Helen! " he said panting.
He noticed her glance at the CDs. He held them up. "Nice selection! I like a little background music to lighten the mood. Know what I mean?"
She had no clue and remained silent.
"I have to tell you Helen," he began "You spoiled the moment somewhat. I wanted to watch you make an appropriate entrance," he added smugly.
He grinned at the anger she desperately tried to conceal but couldn't. "I hope you don't play poker Helen!" he said with a big smile.
"Now be a big girl and head back up to the top of the stairs," he commanded enjoying the power he held over her.
As she turned he delivered a hard slap to her skirt-covered ass WHACK!!! The viciousness caused to lose her balance. She managed to grab the hand railing at the last moment to avoid falling.
"OUCHHH!!!" she yelled in a combination of anger and pain quickly turning to face him her hand raised to strike back.
The anger on George's face overshadowed her own which quickly turned to fear. She lowered her hand.
"Listen to me carefully Helen," he began, "everything you do in the next few hours is for me. The next time you do anything without checking with me first that slap will seem like nothing. Are we clear?"
She quickly nodded.
"You displease me and it will not be pretty. Now get that luscious ass of yours to the top of the stairs and make your way down slowly. Make it the sexiest walk you ever made," he warned.
She glanced furtively behind her prepared for another blow as she moved to the top of the stairs the pain in her right buttock causing her to wince with each step. George lay back comfortably on the full length leather sofa so he could watch her every move.
She closed her eyes at the top of the stairs and remembered a moment way back when she and Tom had first bought the extravagant home. It had been their second or third night in the home. Tom had been watching some sporting event after full days of unpacking when a deliberate cough from her had drawn his attention. He had searched for the sound turned and looked to the top of the same stairs to see his wife barely concealed in a charcoal see through negligee frilled with a skirt that barely covered her buttocks. She had sexually strolled down each step, swinging her full hips and buttocks in counter-rhythm to her shoulders which caused an unending swaying of her hips followed by her full breasts complete with a smile reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe. By the time she reached the bottom her nipples were rock hard and the juncture between her legs was wet and ready. He had stared into her eyes inches from her, mouth open, sweat beading his forehead. They had broken the spell moments later throwing themselves at each other ripping and tearing at their clothes before ravishing each other until they fell asleep in each other's arms on the Persian rug that same rug that lay before the couch her disgusting visitor sprawled across. Thankfully George hadn't found that negligee.
She gritted her teeth forced herself to smile and focused on a shadowed corner beyond the couch. She regretted the loss of a cherished memory that would never be the same. She took the first step rolling her hips to her left followed by her shoulders to the left then the right side by the time she had taken two more steps the sexual wave of her body was in full swing her breasts threatening to pull free of the delicate bra as gravity pulled them sideways left and right.
George blew out a wolf whistle as she reached the halfway point. "Fuck me! " he repeated again and again.
Finally she reached the foot of the stairs the swaying slowed then came to an end. She shifted her shoulders urgently to reposition her breasts.
George moved off the couch moving to meet her at the bottom of the stairs stopping just inches away.
Oh my God! Oh my God! This is it! She thought uncertain what he was going to do. She kept her arms and her side having learned that lesson from previous collection agents as loan shark clients liked to be called. He stared unnervingly at her while she avoided his gaze looking instead at the floor.
George reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled dollar bill. He held it up with one hand grasped the center edge of her bra, pulling it forward and thrusting the bill into her cleavage. She finally raised her head appalled!
He moved back a foot appraising her while holding one finger to his lips in the shhhh position. She fought to contain her emotions feeling the papery bill sandwiched between her breasts.
"You ever been to a strip club Helen?"
Before she could answer he said, "that's rhetorical Helen as I'm sure a smart lady like you knows," he added with a veiled threat not to interrupt him.
"They like them relatively young you know eighteen to early twenties but me I like them a little older with a few miles on them particularly the ones with the real bodies. No artificial bull shit just real tits, real asses and the looks to match. I gotta tell you Helen you got it all. You should think about it as a potential career change. You'd be a real hit!"
Suddenly he burst out laughing watching her face contort with another emotional struggle. Taunting her was becoming second nature to him and he was enjoying it tremendously.
"You want to hurt me don't you Helen?"
She waited refusing to answer.
"You can answer that one. Go ahead."
She shook her head. Experience with the collection agents had taught her to keep her opinion to herself even though she was sometimes unable to keep quiet. She recalled one collection agent, a small black man with a fixation for her tits, who taught her that every time she opened her mouth to complain her mouth would be stuffed with his cock. She learned that lesson quickly although it had taken three times.
"Then I assume you want to please me?"
She reluctantly nodded knowing she had no choice.
He smiled broadly.
"Exactly what I thought. Now give me a big ole sexy kiss to prove it."
