thoughts.
A brief knock, and the door opens.
And… All the ugly words that had kept me sane—whore, slut, gold-digger, bitch—become empty balloons that are floating away. I cannot keep a single one. She may be a whore, a slut and a gold-digger, but she is mine. My slut, my bitch, my gold-digger.
Fuck, already I am itching to see her naked. I want to strip off that ugly suit she’s wearing, pop her on the table and fuck her until she screams. That’s the second part of the fantasy.
She walked in with a smile—big, false, irritating. That hurt. Obviously, she has not suffered as I have. Fortunately for her, the smile doesn’t last long. Dies on contact with my person. Her face drains of color and her mouth hangs open. That’s more like it, darling. Papa’s here to get back what he is owed. You forgot—nobody cheats Papa. While she is doing a better than average impression of a goldfish, I study her. How thin she has become. Starving-African-children thin. Nobody should be that thin.
The employee who showed her in closes the door. Time to take control.
‘ Hello, Lana,’ I say, remaining seated behind the desk. My voice comes out… Good. Encouraged, I add more words. ‘Have a seat,’ I invite. That, too, I am pleased to note, comes out smooth.
But she does not move. She keeps doing the goldfish thing, but doesn’t find her voice. I see her swallow and try again.
‘ What are you doing here?’ It is barely a hoarse whisper.
‘ Processing your loan application.’
She frowns. ‘What?’
‘ I’m here to process your loan application,’ I repeat with deliberate patience. I am enjoying this head fuck. The element of surprise has completely worked in my favor.
She shakes her head. ‘You don’t work here. You don’t process tiny little loans.’
‘ I’m here to process yours.’
‘ Why?’ Some thought crosses her mind and she is suddenly galvanized into action. ‘So you can turn me down? Don’t bother. I’ll show myself out,’ she cries hotly and begins to turn.
I am on my feet instantly, the chair wheeling away behind me. ‘Lana, wait.’
She hesitates, looks up at me blankly.
‘ I am the one in the entire banking industry most likely to extend you this loan.’
She continues to stare at me.
‘ Please,’ I continue, more carefully this time, ‘take a seat.’
Dazed she looks at the two chairs facing me, but she does not move. ‘How did you know I would be here today?
I tell her about the nifty little software that flags her name and date of birth if it comes up in the banking system.
She frowns, but says nothing.
I need to engage with her. The shock has dazed her. ‘Is all the money in the Swiss account gone?’
She nods distractedly. ‘But why are you here?’
‘ Same reason as before.’
‘ For sex.’
I sort of lose my head then. ‘Sex?’ I hiss, my jaw clenching tight. ‘God, you have no idea, have you?’ I go around the table and advance towards her. Honestly, at that moment I want to throttle her. How easily she had said that word, diminished all my intolerable pain and my insatiable longing into one meaningless action. She carries on staring at me, almost fearfully. I stop a foot in front of her, electricity crackling between us. I take one more step and we are inches apart and suddenly I smell her. I breathe in the scent. What the…?
Baby powder!
Sick, but it fires up my imagination the way the most expensive perfume cannot. Like a snake, lust is uncoiling in the pit of my belly, spitting its venom into my veins. I want her so bad I ache. Quickly, I lower my eyelids, but it is as if she has already seen the potency of my desire for her. For the first time since she came into the room, color tinges her skin.
She reaches out a trembling hand toward me.
My reaction is instant and beyond my control. ‘Don’t,’ I rasp, stiffening. I
A brief knock, and the door opens.
And… All the ugly words that had kept me sane—whore, slut, gold-digger, bitch—become empty balloons that are floating away. I cannot keep a single one. She may be a whore, a slut and a gold-digger, but she is mine. My slut, my bitch, my gold-digger.
Fuck, already I am itching to see her naked. I want to strip off that ugly suit she’s wearing, pop her on the table and fuck her until she screams. That’s the second part of the fantasy.
She walked in with a smile—big, false, irritating. That hurt. Obviously, she has not suffered as I have. Fortunately for her, the smile doesn’t last long. Dies on contact with my person. Her face drains of color and her mouth hangs open. That’s more like it, darling. Papa’s here to get back what he is owed. You forgot—nobody cheats Papa. While she is doing a better than average impression of a goldfish, I study her. How thin she has become. Starving-African-children thin. Nobody should be that thin.
The employee who showed her in closes the door. Time to take control.
‘ Hello, Lana,’ I say, remaining seated behind the desk. My voice comes out… Good. Encouraged, I add more words. ‘Have a seat,’ I invite. That, too, I am pleased to note, comes out smooth.
But she does not move. She keeps doing the goldfish thing, but doesn’t find her voice. I see her swallow and try again.
‘ What are you doing here?’ It is barely a hoarse whisper.
‘ Processing your loan application.’
She frowns. ‘What?’
‘ I’m here to process your loan application,’ I repeat with deliberate patience. I am enjoying this head fuck. The element of surprise has completely worked in my favor.
She shakes her head. ‘You don’t work here. You don’t process tiny little loans.’
‘ I’m here to process yours.’
‘ Why?’ Some thought crosses her mind and she is suddenly galvanized into action. ‘So you can turn me down? Don’t bother. I’ll show myself out,’ she cries hotly and begins to turn.
I am on my feet instantly, the chair wheeling away behind me. ‘Lana, wait.’
She hesitates, looks up at me blankly.
‘ I am the one in the entire banking industry most likely to extend you this loan.’
She continues to stare at me.
‘ Please,’ I continue, more carefully this time, ‘take a seat.’
Dazed she looks at the two chairs facing me, but she does not move. ‘How did you know I would be here today?
I tell her about the nifty little software that flags her name and date of birth if it comes up in the banking system.
She frowns, but says nothing.
I need to engage with her. The shock has dazed her. ‘Is all the money in the Swiss account gone?’
She nods distractedly. ‘But why are you here?’
‘ Same reason as before.’
‘ For sex.’
I sort of lose my head then. ‘Sex?’ I hiss, my jaw clenching tight. ‘God, you have no idea, have you?’ I go around the table and advance towards her. Honestly, at that moment I want to throttle her. How easily she had said that word, diminished all my intolerable pain and my insatiable longing into one meaningless action. She carries on staring at me, almost fearfully. I stop a foot in front of her, electricity crackling between us. I take one more step and we are inches apart and suddenly I smell her. I breathe in the scent. What the…?
Baby powder!
Sick, but it fires up my imagination the way the most expensive perfume cannot. Like a snake, lust is uncoiling in the pit of my belly, spitting its venom into my veins. I want her so bad I ache. Quickly, I lower my eyelids, but it is as if she has already seen the potency of my desire for her. For the first time since she came into the room, color tinges her skin.
She reaches out a trembling hand toward me.
My reaction is instant and beyond my control. ‘Don’t,’ I rasp, stiffening. I
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