Kill Cupid: Internet dating just got dangerous by J. Brandon Best Page B

front of a computer, still sipping sparkling wine.
    ‘These are the men who send me money each month’. Alessiya began to count, ‘one, two, three…’ she stopped after nineteen.
    ‘My god, that’s a lot... How do you manage to keep so many men?’ Rita asked aghast, incredulous to the figures she confronted on the screen. Alessiya answered in smug fashion,
    ‘It’s a fulltime job I assure you. I send a common letter to them all and work on a rotating basis with each one to address specific questions they ask, just so they don’t get suspicious. They all think they are the only one’. She laughed and clicked to view page 2. ‘They each send from $100 to $1000 every month,’ she added proudly before being interrupted by her mobile. The good secretary Rita answered,
    ‘Da, da… okay, just a moment.’ She pressed the phone against her chest, ‘It’s Anton, Bronte’s in Fkoosni’s, drinking alone.’
    ‘Damn, we could have sent him to Valya. If Anton gets the chance, try and direct him to Valya.’ Alessiya’s wheels were in motion, thoughts and ideas racing around like hooligans in a car park. Rita said a few words then hung up.
    ‘Anton says that’s easier said than done, and he only has another couple of hours before he starts work’… Looking closely again at the computer screen she continued,
    ‘At least you know where Bronte is now.’ She paused a moment as if recollecting where she’d left off before Anton called.
    ‘So, what do you do when they want to visit?’ Rita was trying to get her head around the growth potential of her new career, even glancing at the numbers while she spoke on the phone.
    ‘It’s obviously very difficult. You know that… it’s why I hired you. I have to go to Moscow again on Friday for 5 days.’ She paused and lit a cigarette. ‘It is not ideal that you met the Australian here. I usually arrange to meet my guys in Moscow. You wouldn’t want to bump into your mum for example while you’re out with him, would you? And you don’t want everyone to see you with a different man every few weeks, sometimes days!’ Alessiya giggled stating firmly, ‘God woman, we are not whores!’
    Of course had Rita been privy to details, she’d have known Alessiya had sex with almost all the men who visited. Alessiya realized at an early age the power she could exert over men with the benefit of her prominent female traits. Sometimes not so subtle she could look at a man as if to say, ‘take me; rape me.’ It would take a devout celibate, priest or homosexual to turn her down in a one on one situation. She used sex like a weapon and she could use it several times in a day or as often as she thought necessary.
    It mattered not where or when: Home, hotel, restaurant, bathroom, car, park or even public transport. Alessiya was truly a piece of work. She could gain any man’s attention by an accidental exposure of some breast or thigh. She could even make her skirt blow up at an appropriate time when there wasn’t any wind! The woman knew the exact moment to rub a man’s crotch, especially in a crowded room. She could make most men forget about their homes, their wives, their kids and their wallets. After her assault, the man would return to his city and pour out money in the hope that when he returned, there’d be more of what he just had. And single or married, they were usually planning the return trip as they boarded the flight home.
    ‘And what if you like him?’ Rita asked curiously.
    ‘Then we get it on’. It felt good for Alessiya to say it.
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 10
     
    A stranger approached Bronte’s table but stopped at the last minute to address the girls seated adjacent and now preparing to leave. Studying his clothing and complexion, Bronte realized his own obvious foreign appearance in the place. The girls readily acknowledged the male now at their table and suddenly in unison they all looked at Bronte, giggling at something the stranger said. The reject