Page 11 of A Bit of a Bite


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“Which is?”

“Normally, I would be here to punch your ticket.”

She looked at him, eyes squinting, confused.

“Kill you, Elizabeth,” he said, turning to walk toward the windows. He couldn’t afford his mind to be plagued with thoughts of ravishing her.

“So do it,” she returned confidently. He stayed away, looking through the crack in the blinds.

“That would be a waste,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder and smiling slightly. “of that delicious figure you have.”

She rolled her eyes and dropped her hands. “Then why are you here?”

“To teach you a lesson,” he said, sitting in a chair across from her. “To …” He scanned her body once more. Her hip bones were illuminated in shadow. He could take his time on those, nibbling and kissing his way down to her pussy. “Rough you up a bit.” He looked over to the wall. “To show you this is not a matter to be taken lightly.”

“You’re going to rough me up for keeping secrets?” she said, sitting back in her chair and crossing her legs. He peered at those toned, soft thighs. He watched as she reached for her second pair of glasses on the table and placed them on her nose.

With the glasses on, she painted a perfect picture of a school teacher or librarian. The kind that would teach you how to write an essay and lick a pussy. He shook the thoughts from his mind once more.

“Don’t act like you know how we operate,” he said, placing his elbows on either side of the chair. “And don’t challenge me, Lizzie.” He smiled, mocking her.

She responded with a cold stare and pursed lips. She placed her elbow on the side of the chair and pretended to examine her nails before looking back at him with a challenging stare.

“No one’s called me that in years.”

He raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Time to change that.”

“So, how do you plan to...” she shook her shoulders slightly, “rough me up, Ben?”

He tried to hide his surprise. This woman sitting across from him was not the same one he had walked by in the gym so many times. This couldn’t be the same girl who chirped greetings at him and needed approval from that shitty manager.

“That’s up to you.” He paused and crossed his legs, covering her view of his hard cock. Her confidence was surprising and exhilarating to him. “Do you want to continue with this … plan you have?”

“Hmm.” She tapped her chin and looked up before looking back at him and slightly pulling her glasses down to gaze at him. “Well, I do need the money … Benny.”

His eyes narrowed. No one had called him that name outside the family, and he was not about to let some falsely-confident customer service worker intimidate him. He stood and paced toward her slowly.

“You will not continue. If you do, there will be heavier consequences than this.”

“Than the …” she paused, pointing to the corner of the room, “eyes I saw before you somehow …” she made a poof motion with her hands, “appeared. How did you get in, anyway?”

He smiled. He couldn’t tell her that she always forgot to lock her windows. Through his stakeouts, he noticed she loved the fresh air in the apartment. The third floor was easily accessible from the fire escape. In case he needed to enter again, he needed that entrance.

“Well,” he said, approaching her and looking down at her physique again. “I don’t know about any eyes, but let’s say it was ...” He made the same poof gesture with his hands. “Magic.”

She rolled her eyes. “I saw something.”

“It was probably the adrenaline, Lizzie.”

She leaned forward, her breasts hanging slightly from her chest. He watched her little nipples harden as a slight breeze flowed through the apartment. “Or it was real.” She paused as she stared up at him. “Benny.”

He towered over her and placed his hands on either side of her chair. He watched her big eyes widen more.

“Ben.” He snarled through gritted teeth.

“Ben … ny,” she spat at him with a mocking smile.

He lifted her from the chair and pushed her against the wall, his hands grasping hers above her head. He pressed his body against her. “Never mock me again, girl.”

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