Along Came A Spider…

Charlotte straddled me and i immediaty forgot why I was there in the first place.

She took my hands and gently placed them to her bare thighs.

My thoughts swam.

Still on my lap, she refilled my glass and brought the scotch to my lips.

She really knew how to treat a man.

With the sip of scotch still in my mouth, she kissed me deeply. Charlotte backed off slowly and I swallowed hard.

“So what was it you came to see me about Mr. Midnight?” She asked.

I tried to respond but my tongue was numb. Swollen.

She placed her hands on top of mine and slowly slid them up and down the smooth skin of her upper thigh.

“What’s the matter baby?” She asked. “Spider’s got your tongue?”

At that moment, among other things I was feeling, I felt my eyelids get heavy.

She slid back off me, letting my hands trickle off her thighs and fall to my sides.

I couldn’t lift my arms.

I was paralyzed.

As I blinked my eyes to fight the oncoming haze, I watched Charlotte, seemingly in slow motion, placing various items on top of a rolling cart. The only item I made out was a bundle of rope.

If she wanted to get rough, all she had to do was ask.

My eyes closed. And I became afraid of what they might see when they opened again… If they opened again.

They did open again.

And though I was bound and gagged, I was fully aware.

And I was also fully aware that I was tied to a wooden chair and I was sitting in my underwear.

I was alone in the room.

The lights were turned off, but my eyes adjusted quickly.

After a few minutes, I heard a door open behind me. With the tap, tap, tap, of high heels came the squeaking of rolling wheels.

That damn rolling cart.

It then dawned on me what that rope was for. I was wearing it.

Charlotte had on a lacey, red teddy and high, black leather boots that left the skin above the knee exposed. The heels of the boots were about 7 inches high.

Charlotte’s silky smooth thigh brushed my naked arm and the rolling cart stopped in front of me.

On the top of this car was a variety of blades. All of which Charlotte seemed very capable of handling.

And, as if reading my mind she winked at me and said, “I’m surgical.”

She began examining her blades, testing the razor edges against her delicate skin.

I felt the sweat drip down my face and the collected pools under my arms and in my crotch. I must have been a sight.

“You know why you’re here? Oh That’s right, you can’t speak, can you?” Charlotte said with a smirk.Though the viciousness and sadistic nature was gone from her eyes and she continued her one-sided conversation with me.

“Of course this is nothing personal. Any other day,” she stopped and giggled, “well you’d still probably be tied up, but it would be under more-well pleasurable circumstances.”

“Truth is, Jack, you’ve made enemies. Enemies with a lot of pull, unfortunately they want you dead.”

The thought of enemies made me wonder. I’ve been out of the legitimate cop scene for a long time now. About ten years or so. Hell, I’ve practically been working alongside the mob at some points. The same slimebags that I used to hunt down and put away now knew my phone number by heart. I’m not proud of it. Never said I was. But it made a living and paid for my vices. That was all I was looking for. Nothing more, nothing less. Who the hell could I have pissed off. Sure I had a couple of bad bets out there and I’ve thrown a punch or two in my share of bar fights over the years, but I couldn’t have pissed any off to the point of wanting me dead.

At least, that’s what I thought.

“See Jack, I’m not the only hired killer that your enemies know. I just happened to be the best at what I do.”

A brothel owner and a hired gun. An impressive resume.

I guess I gave Charlotte a questioning look after this comment because she answered.

“They want it done right and they want it done slow.”

Crazy bitch.

All throughout her speech, Charlotte continued to rub blades up and down my skin. A nick here, a cut there, a slice somewhere else. Enough to make me flinch but no where near serious damage.

She was playing with me. And man, did she look good doing it. I was also pretty sure she was getting off by this whole process.

Like I said, crazy bitch.

Charlotte circled my chair prison as she spoke. Once or twice she took a fist full of my hair and gave it a little pull. A few pinches and slaps. She was having a grand ol’ time. With each pass she made sure she rubbed a body part against my bare skin. She was trying to turn me on as well. It’s a good thing the thought of dying didn’t really do it for me.

She seemed to get frustrated. Maybe because she was not getting the reaction she expected from me, or maybe she was just running out of time.

Charlotte faced me again and came up real close.

She made like she was going to straddle me, though she never sat down.

I felt the trickles of blood mixed with sweat drip down my face and arms from where she cut me. Charlotte was close enough now that she smeared my blood all over the top of her teddy. It was like she was giving me my final show. One last chance for me to be turned on before she did me in or put me in enough pain where I wish I was dead.

Ironically enough, with all that was going on I tried to put my mind else where and what I came up with was how good she smelled.

I’m a sick bastard too I guess.

Then I heard the muffled scream that changed everything.

With that, Charlotte’s head jerked up and she looked passed me at whatever was going on behind me.

With quickness I’ve never seen, Charlotte stepped away from me, brought back the blade she was holding in her hand and thrusted her arm forward with such force that I felt air hit me.

The blade flew by my face and nicked my ear.

There was a crash of glass and then a second knife, seemingly appearing in and out of Charlotte’s hand, flew passed me a second time in the same direction.

I moved just enough to let the blade by. The blood dripped off my ear and mingled again with sweat.

It could have been a lot worse.

I heard a person gurgle, then hit the ground with a heavy thud.

Charlotte walked by me with purpose, a new blade in her hand.

I tried to turn my head to see the commotion but I was tied too damn tight.

I tried rocking the chair until I finally fell back, breaking the wooden chair.

Hands and feet still tied, I flopped over from my back to my belly in just enough time to watch Charlotte slice a large man’s throat from ear to ear.

Charlotte grit her teeth in savagery as she stood there, blood soaked and her muscles tense.

The knife dropped to the floor with a clink next to the man whose life was spilling away.

Charlotte kicked the man’s face in brutally with her high legged, high heeled boot until the face was unrecognizable.

She grunted with her final blow to what was left of the man’s face. And it became apparent that she definitely was no amature.

The girl shielding her eyes, sobbing next to Charlotte was Veronica.

I tried to speak, to call out to Veronica; but I forgot that I had been gagged by Charlotte.

Charlotte heard me squirming about. She picked up her knife from the floor and wakled over to me.

She stood over me and I felt foolish. I was going to die tied up to peices of chair, flopping around like a fish out of water.

I closed my eyes and waited for Charlotte’s sting.

Then my deadened arms hit the floor beside me. With whatever feeling I had in my arms, I turned myself around and positioned myself on my back.

So this was heaven or hell? I thought aas I laid on my back, feet still bound together, staring up into Charlotte’s teddy.

She looked down at me with her piercing eyesand gave me a sly smile out of the side of her mouth.

She bent over, bringing her hands toward my face.

I looked her right in the eyes as she ripped the tape from my lips and pulled whatever linen was in my mouth.

It was part of a matching set. A red lace g-string that probably went very nicely with a red teddy.

“If I was dead, that wouldn’t have hurt so much.” I said as I rubbed my cheeks where the tape was stuck.

She placed her index finger to my lips as if to tell me to hush and she brought her other hand across my face with fury. The slapping sound echoed in the room.

“For some strange reason, I feel as if I deserved that.” I said.

“That’s what you get for looking up a lady’s dress.”

I cocked my eyebrow at her. I guess I was just confused as to what she referred to being a lady or a dress because I couldn’t see either from my point of view.

Charlotte cut the binds at my feet and I sat up rubbing my wrists to get feeling back to my hands.

It occurred to me that I was still in my underwear. And I was sure as hell that my body was not as flattering as Charlotte’s.

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