The Arrangement

[Mae Slade]

Omera . She lead the man through the shop, not bothering to look either way at the working men. They knew better then to draw attenion to this, and they knew better then to touch her. It mattered not that she walked in with heels that clicked, and a shirt so short it made her legs look a mile long. It mattered not that her shirt opened from shoulders to belly, and a strong wind might blow it open. Power did this. Made her untouchable. The last thing they wanted was her wrath--or that of her husband. Walking into the back office, she stepped aside, letting in the rich young boy who wanted more then his Daddy would let him spend. It took less then ten minutes before she had him trailing after her here, drooling from the view. "Someone to see you," she spoke, shutting the door behind the lad. Walking over she lid her ass on Jack's desk, and put her back to the kid. In a display of her beauty she crossed her legs slowly, and looked back at the client. He was rambling now, where before he was cocky. They always began to ramble in fear when they came here. She loved the affect Jack had on people. It was intoxicating. of Santru

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[Jack Slade]

Tag: Mae Slade

you can run

  BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

Slade was looking over some paperwork when he heard the all too familiar heels of his wife echoing on the ground. He looked up the moment she led the man in, though he didn't move from his seat. Instead, he just sat, and listened -- alright, well half listened -- to the soon to be client as he rambled on and on about his 'situation'. This wasn't the fun part; it was far more entertaining when the payment was due and more often than not, their clients could not afford it.

His eyes lingered over his wife's legs which were a far more desired sight than the man, and he couldn't help but look up at her with a slight smirk in his gaze. When the kid was done talking, Slade leaned back in his chair, letting silence fill the air. It made their clients more nervous. He finally pulled out a couple of papers, scribbled some numbers down and slid them to the other end of the desk, expecting the young man to come over and get it himself. "Sign it." Simple instructions. The young man looked rich and Slade fully intended to exploit him for that. But all in good time.

As the man nervously attempted to read through the fine print, Slade opened one of his drawers and pulled out a wad of bound money, tossing it on the table. "I can't seem to tell . . . " Slade began to say, a hint of mocking in his voice. "If that drool on your chin is from the money, or the sight of my wife." Really, the last part was just to see him squirm. All men were the same. Lured here by an intoxicating beauty, assuming they held a chance with her, hell, some even fantisizing about it. Only to reach the cold reality of who she was . . . and that they should be feeling rather afraid for having any impure thoughts about another man's woman. It was all part of the fun.

[Mae Slade]

Mae . Mae really enjoyed this part. Jack made the kid fumble and bumble as he apologized for looking at her. Even after she had all but put herself on display. Even while the kid apologized and tried not to look her way, she made it hard for him. Tilting her shoulder enough that the sleeve of her dress begin to slip off. And he looked again. How could he not? She was beautiful, and she knew it. She had spend the more then 100 years she'd been around taking care of herself and making herself every man's want. She did it because that was her power. "He liked to look too. His eyes loved my skin between my breast." She told on him. And because she knew Jack enjoyed making the little pimples piss their pants too! It mattered not that the deal was still being made--the kid had signed, and the money was there. He just made a deal with a demon, and she was going to enjoy watching him cower his way out of this room. She uncrossed her legs and parted them, giving Jack a little show, and letting the kid's imagination only assume what only her husband could see. This was fun! Slade

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[Jack Slade]

Tag: Mae Slade

you can run

  BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

Slade eyed the boy as Mae spoke of how he liked to look. His gaze of feigned disapproval meant only to further intimidate and frighten him. "Is that so," he commented, as the boy shook his head, in desperate attempt to convince him otherwise.

Slade glanced at his wife and then back at the boy, though his words were meant for Mae. "Well, we can't kill him now because he owes us money. So, what should we do with him?" He look at his wife as she was provocatively seated before him. "Your call," he teased with a smirk, giving her that power of choice. Something that was often reserved only for her as he was not often one to give others such choices.