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implying
that worse was to come, he would just get that much more
aroused.
    What a complete pervert he was! He was even
so wrapped up in the game that he didn’t need manual stimulation.
He just got off right there on the bathroom floor.
    Damn the premature fucker.
    She hadn’t been ready. Not yet.
    None of them were ready.
Especially her .
    She hadn’t even had a chance to open her
attaché, much less do the ritual.
    Damn him!
    And, if that wasn’t enough, when he had blown
his load, it got all over one of her shoes. Good damn thing he was
carrying a healthy wad of cash. Her fees didn’t include having a
three hundred dollar pair of suede pumps ruined by the likes of
him.
    But, even though he had the cash, it still
made her angry.
    And, when she got angry, she made mistakes.
Mistakes like the one she made last night when she pulled the
trigger.
    No, she hadn’t been ready.
    Dammit, dammit, dammit, she just wasn’t ready
yet! And it was his fault! A few more minutes and maybe it would
have been the right time. Maybe she could have evoked some fear,
and then they would have been satiated. And if they were satiated,
then she could have taken him quietly, and she would have had her
reward.
    But not this time…
    Now, they were turning their backs on
her.
    She was
ignoring her.
    She was going
to let her suffer.
    She was being punished because of him.
    She finished snapping the closures on the
garment bag and hefted it from the bed then placed it near the door
with her laptop and makeup case.
    As she stood there, the word “no” suddenly
rang through her head born of an ethereal voice.
    She didn’t move. She simply continued staring
at the luggage, trying to ignore the command.
    The hunger continued deep within, hunger that
went far beyond the physical. She closed her eyes, waiting for the
gnawing sensation to pass, but as she feared it only grew
stronger.
    They needed to be fed. No… She needed to be fed.
    She opened her eyes then stepped over to the
window and absently peered through at the sparkling downtown Saint
Louis skyline. Crossing her arms, she hugged herself tightly as if
steeling against the chilly darkness.
    “Not yet,” she murmured. “Not here. It’s too
soon.”
    The hunger didn’t listen. She could hear the
response echoing in her ears with an unnatural hiss, “Yeesssss…
Nowwwww…”
    “No,” she objected quietly, her voice almost
a whimper.
    “Yeesssss,” the voice returned. “Ssssheee
demandssss a ssssacrificssssse forrr yourrrr failurrrrreeee…”
    She allowed her head to hang forward,
squeezing her eyes tightly shut once more. What had she done? What
pact had she made that now brought her to this point of
addiction?
    The voice echoed again, “Yeesssss… Nowwwww…
Ssssheeee demandssss theeeee ssssacrificssssse…”
    Slowly, she reached to the desk and picked up
the phone then reluctantly tapped in a number with a lacquered
nail.
    “Yes,” she said after listening to an overly
cheerful greeting from the concierge. “Suite 1233. Could you let
the front desk know in the morning that I am going to need the room
for an extra day, perhaps two… Yes… No, I would really prefer to
keep the same room… Yes… No, just some fresh towels… Yes… Thank
you.”
    After she nestled the handset back into the
cradle, she looked over at her luggage, all packed and ready to go.
She hadn’t planned for this, and she would be needing a few things.
She then glanced over to the aluminum attaché sitting on the desk
next to her purse.
    With a resigned sigh, she stalked over to the
baggage, retrieved her computer case and began unzipping it as she
made her way to the desk. She might as well get started.
    She needed someone to have for dinner,
and it couldn’t be just anyone. No, the demand had been too
specific. She wanted the sacrifice, and for this occasion,
it needed to be someone very special.
    Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to go far. She
already knew him very