This is a science fiction story of a 25-year-old woman who somehow, through a quirk of nature, has developed a strange way of producing a silky web-like material that is unbreakable. All characters are at least 21 years of age.
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Paul Harris was a single man of 28 years of age. He was a very good looking young man who never married because he liked playing the field with women to see how many 'trophies' he could accumulate. He had a different girlfriend each year and they were all knockouts. He would date her and never ask for sex on the first date, which led her to believe that he was an honest, down-to-earth man who was looking for matrimony. They would talk on the phone for hours when they weren't together and that usually led the woman to feel as if he might be THE one to settle down with.
But on their second date and there after his intention was to get her in bed to claim his trophy girl. That was his purpose, to claim his 'prize' then move on to another sexy broad and leave the previous one hanging. It happened often enough that word was getting around as to what the womanizing Paul really was like.
The first one he conquered was Amanda Kaminski, a tall blonde who was of Swedish descent. They first met in a bar/restaurant and after a couple dates he persuaded her to have sex in her apartment. He would enjoy sex with her then after several months of sweet talk he would disappear, leaving her to wonder what happened.
Carol Wayne was the next one. She was a 5'6" brunette who was the daughter of a banker. She was very pretty and polite and she felt in her heart that she had met the man she would marry. But after almost a year of dating and sex almost anytime he wanted it, he dumped her. Carol was hurt because she also didn't know what happened between them.
Next up was Vera Cummings, a very pretty African American girl whose dad was a physician. She, too, had dreams of matrimony and was crushed when he dropped her after nine months of dating and sex.
That was how Paul played the field. There were actually three more beautiful women after them but you get the picture. He was a slime ball who didn't care about anyone but himself.
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Mr. Harris was alone in the world since his parents both tragically died recently in an auto accident. Being an only child he inherited their vast estate, which included a big beautiful home on several acres and a 3 million dollar bank account. So Paul was set for life and no longer had to work. He just wanted to date pretty women and lead them on about a good future then drop them like a bad habit.
One evening he went to a new restaurant that had just opened up in the suburbs of Philadelphia. It was a fancy establishment that many people were flocking to because it was said that the food and the atmosphere were excellent. Paul was seated toward the rear of the dining room at a small table, and as he looked at the menu he noticed a beautiful young lady sitting by herself at another small table about fifteen feet from him.
The waitress came to his table and asked him if he wanted to start out with a drink and he said yes and ordered a Scotch on ice. He also asked her to take a drink to the woman sitting by herself. The waitress said thanks to him and went to the bar to order the drinks. When the bartender was finished mixing the drinks the waitress took the one for the unknown woman to her first then served Paul's drink to him. The woman nodded to Paul and smiled to him and Paul smiled back. He sat at his table for a few minutes then took his drink to her table and asked if he could join her.
She motioned for him to sit down and as he did she slid herself around in her chair to purposely allow the slit in the side of her dress to open and show her gorgeous bare leg. His cock began to stir a bit and soon there was a bulge in his trousers. Paul loved pretty legs! He didn't think she noticed his hardon so he sat down and introduced himself.
"Hi, my name is Paul," he said and held out his hand to her.
"Glad to meet you, Paul. My name is Arana (eh-RON-ya), Arana Gomez." she replied. Arana stood about 6' tall and had her curves in all the right places, as he would find out later when they got up to leave. She was very pretty with dark hair that came down to her shoulders and there was a strong resemblance to the late Natalie Wood in her face. But Paul, being a leg man, was very interested in her long, gorgeous legs, just as he had been with the other women he dated. So there he met another sexy broad that he was planning to get in bed with and claim as a prize.
"Arana. That's a lovely name. So you're Spanish?"
"Not really. My great grandparents were from Mexico but to tell the truth I've never even been there. I'm pretty much American. What about you?" she said.
"I'm pure bred American, born and raised in Utah." He then told her about his parents passing away and other things, like where he once worked. So the sinister Arana began thinking that if he no longer works at his young age he must have a lot of money. So she became even MORE interested.
"I like your name, Arana. What does it mean? Is there any significance to it?" he asked as they continued with the small talk.
"I'm not sure," she lied. "I once heard it had something to do with an insect, but I don't know." This guy is another very good possibility, she thought, but I'll have to be very careful with him.
Paul pulled out his cellphone and looked up what the name Arana meant. He found out it was how you said spider in Spanish. "That's interesting," she said. "I don't like spiders but I was right about the insect thing," she said with a smile.
"I don't like them either. They're too sneaky for me," he said. "Are you sneaky, Arana?"
"I don't think so. I'm pretty down-to-earth, if you know what I mean. Perhaps I should change my name to something else. What do you think?" she said.
