Anatomy of Evil by Brian Pinkerton Page B

positions from his encounter with Hot Mom, except now it was Tonya in her place.
    Gary blinked and the visual disappeared.
    Tonya continued talking and he could barely hear her words. Her face was truly astonishing—full, circular cheekbones, sparkling eyes, sensual lips and the warmest of smiles, all framed by lush, sunny blonde hair.
    And, he obsessed, the perfection hardly ended there —it continued throughout every inch of her lithe figure. Tonya scored across the board. If she was evaluated like a baseball player, she’d win the Triple Crown—hits for average, hits for power, drives in runs—with a Gold Glove thrown in. Some chicks had the outstanding rack but dismal chicken legs, or else they owned an artful ass and sweet face but knocked points off their score with little, drippy boobs. Tonya’s body was geometrically perfect: straight shoulders and back to serve generous curves in ample supply only in the right places, welded together beneath perfect, smooth skin.
    Tonya had it all, and Gary always knew it, but now there was a new twist—he wanted her for himself.
    Just as he had wanted to share in some fun with Hot Mom and followed through with his impulses, now he had a new goal. He had raised the bar for his next conquest, like adding weights to his bench pressing or an extra mile to his run.
    Tonya broke off whatever she was saying with “Okay, then…”
    Gary realized he had positioned himself very close to her and now she was taking a few steps back.
    Rena and Paul arrived in the minutes that followed, and before long the store officially opened for business. A steady flow of customers kept everybody busy. Gary spent some time in his back office, catching up on paperwork, reviewing sales and inventory. He also walked the floor to help out during spikes in traffic.
    Whenever possible, he stole looks at Tonya. He couldn’t shake her out of his head. His eyeballs soaked up her appearance, his chest pounded for her attention, and his stomach churned with a hungry lust. He was starving—famished—for Tonya, unable to rest until he had consumed her.
    She seemed to exist in slow motion, every small movement capturing his full attention.
    She even appeared in places where she was physically absent. He saw her nude, riding an exercise bike. He watched himself join her on the bike, also nude, fucking to the rhythm of the pedaling.
    He glimpsed her sexy shadow moving inside one of the big green tents on display in the camping section. Advancing upon the tent for a closer look, he witnessed her undressing through the flaps. He entered the tent to join her.
    She let out a startled shout. He climbed on top of her and the shout transformed into delighted squeals, leading up to an orgasmic scream…
    Finally, in the early afternoon, Gary approached Tonya for real, in the flesh, and blurted, “Let’s go out for drinks after work, just the two of us.”
    She gave him an uncertain look, waiting for more context.
    He had never made such a request before. Recognizing the awkwardness, he added, “I want to talk to you about an idea I have. I’d love to get your thoughts.”
    â€œIdea?”
    â€œFor a mailer, an advertising piece.” Gary brainstormed a concept on the spot. “For our summer swimwear collection, I want to create an advertising flyer, an insert for the local paper, so I need a model to show off the different styles. And it just hit me—why hire a model when I have one right here in the store, someone who is ten times prettier than anyone I would get from some stupid modeling agency?”
    She smiled gently. “What, you’re serious?”
    â€œAbsolutely. This could be the start of a second career for you. I’ll get you hooked up with an amazing photographer. I know a bunch from my playing days. We’ll make you a star!”
    â€œIn a swimsuit flyer?”
    â€œI’m not going to find anyone better