Bay of Deception by Timothy Allan Pipes Page A

for a shower and something else ...  Taking the stairs three at a time, his 300lb frame sent shudders through the stairwell.
    Collin found the door unlocked and slipped inside soundlessly.  The bed's occupant was likely asleep and this pleased him, since he enjoyed terror on a girl's face before he took her. Careful to make as little noise as possible, McKenny reached the bedroom door, then slowly pushed it wide.
    Asleep, the woman's pretty, angular face seemed angelic in its state of rest but in two strides he was towering over her startled form.  With one hand, McKenny ripped the covers from her lithe body, revealing the bright red Teddy which exposed far more then it covered. Fear shone in the woman's eyes as she frantically pushed herself against the headboard, her face a mask of terror.
    “ What are you doing ?" the young woman cried out. "My...my...husband, he'll, be home any minute !” 
    McKenny laughed as he began to shed his beer and sweat stained clothes even as the woman attempted to futilely cover her breasts and pubic area with the nearby pillow.
    “Please! Please !" she begged, tears pouring forth as she pleaded.  "I’ll...I'll do anything you want, just promise... you won’t hurt me!” 
    More tears ran down her cheeks as she inched off the bed as Collin swung about, standing naked and erect before her.  Grasping her ankle with one hand, he pulled her slight but shapely frame toward him before tossing her back onto the bed. 
    “Oh don’t worry," he smiled deliciously as she stared up at him in abject terror.  “ You will do whatever I want, and my only promise is that I am going to hurt you.” 
    She began to fight him but one arm, he slammed her down onto the bed and with his huge frame atop her, began to keep his promise.
     
    Her name was Courtney, daughter of Wallace Widlam: owner of several large corporation among other things.  Collin referred to her as his sexual prodigy, and yet it was she who had found him in one of the trendy Monterey bars.  It was she who had taken him home that same night and within a week, they’d gone through more sexual variation than most couples go through in a lifetime.  A few months into it and they'd refined what each wanted and so the game had begun. 
    She’d never told Collin what had brought her to him and why she enjoyed what they did so much.  Quite frankly he wasn’t interested and as long as she was there, ready to take whatever he dished out, he was a happy man.  He’d suggested she might work for JenelCo, but she’d merely laughed, pulled a few thousand dollars from her purse and tossed it to him.  He hadn’t suggested it again.
    When he came out of the shower, her bruised body still lay prone on the bed with her backside to him.  Smoke rising from her cigarette trailed upward and she carefully rolled herself over to face him.
    “God, that was good,” she sighed languidly, a slight trail of blood still wet at the corner of her mouth.  
    “That’s why we’re so good together, babe.”  He smiled down at her.  “You love pain and I love to inflict it...with a little sex thrown in."  He pulled a pair of trousers from the closet and began to dress.  She took a drag from her cigarette, then exhaled. 
    “How’d it go last night?” she asked.  “Is the bitch dead?” 
    “No," he said, grinding his teeth at her questioning. "Jenel bailed me out himself this morning, then left before I could explain.” 
    Her whistle was long and high.  “I thought he said no more screw-ups.” 
    His anger began to boil and suddenly remembered why he enjoyed hurting her so much.
    “He did.”
    “If I were you," Courtney said, taking a long pull on her cigarette. I’d make sure that bitch is dead by tonight...or you might be.” 
    Collin resisted the urge to simply hit her, knowing she was right and because she’d just enjoy it.  He slipped his shoes on, then stood before turning to stare down at her naked form. 
    “ Don’t