THE SCARY STORY OF JAMES #1

Hello my followers this is the Episode 1 of scary story of James
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#1

“You want to order a soft drink, or are you going to just sit
there all night?”
The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped James
from his trance.
“Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Pepsi, please.”
The bartender gave james a peculiar look. “You came to
this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and
order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men
do here on a rocky Friday night.”
Attractive?James never thought of himself as
attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however,
whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s,
tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with
a five-o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive,
but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his
time observing the jam packed dance floor?
“I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in
hammered, can I?”
The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned
to fetch him a Pepsi.
Unknown to her, James was already at work. A member
of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he
was investigating a recent series of disappearances of
young women in their late teens and early twenties, all
of whom were described as very attractive. Their
disappearances were believed to be linked to a long
running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities
around the country. He traced the missing women’s last
known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial
district.
The owner of the club,Scott Rashford, was a well
known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty
business. Unfortunately for James, as well as the rest of
the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of
lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare
attempt to break through without ironclad evidence.James knew if he were to make something stick, he’d
have to catch him in the act.
The bartender returned with Jame's ice cold drink and
left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he
focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing,
dancing, and having a great night.
All of which James hadn’t experienced in a very long
time.
Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs.
Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than
the owner Scott scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-
too-similar fashion toJames. James was certain they were
both searching for the same target, albeit for very
different reasons.
There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though
most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material
like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied
by someone, usually a man, probably their significant
other or soon-to-be one night stand.
Then James saw her.
A woman of stunning beauty danced at the centre of
the crowded club. Her pale silky smooth skin shimmered
in the lights of the dance floor while long black-as-night
hair swayed with her every movement. Her sensational
red cocktail dress barely covered her upper thighs, and
also managed to show off the magnificent curves of her
hips. The front of the dress was deeply V-necked to
display her well-endowed b—–s in all their glory. Her
legs, long and toned, descended to a pair of unapologetic
black open-toed f–k-me stilettos. How she was able to
dance in those stratospheric heels was a mystery to
James, but she did so with both grace and elegance.
She was beauty personified. James found it strange she was alone. She appeared to
have no one accompanying her on the dance floor. Odder
still, no one seemed to be paying any attention to her
at all. It was as if she was on that dance floor all by
herself, dancing inside an invisible bubble to the catchy
beat of music pounding into everyone’s ears.
For a brief moment, while lost in awe of this woman,
her eyes made contact with James’s. He was mesmerized
by her luscious red lips and sexy smile. However, he
swore he saw the dark pupils of her eyes turn bright
ruby red and then back to a lovely shade of brown. Just
an illusion or refection of the lights, he thought.
In a feeble attempt to hide his obvious staring, he
looked away, up toward Scott, who must have noticed
the woman in the sexy red dress as well.Scott
motioned for one of his security guards and told him
something while pointing in the girl’s direction. James
watched as the bouncer made his way down the stairs
and through the crowd to her. She accompanied him
back through the crowd and up the stairs to the owner’s
niche. Scott greeted her with a kiss on the hand as
they disappeared from James’s view.
This was it. This was his chance. He would wait for her
to come back down from the balcony, and if she didn’t,
he would rush up the stairs to find her. Probable cause.
“I better be right about this.”

The door shut behind him as Scott led the girl in the
sexy red dress into a tastily elegant private room above
the night club. A luxurious-looking couch faced a huge
television screen mounted on the wall opposite the door.
Another wall backstopped a fully stocked bar and a tall
bistro table with two bar stools. The back wall, if you
can call it a wall, was a single giant Plexiglas pane giving
a sweeping view of Chicago’s downtown. The Loop
pulsed like a living creature outside the window.
Scott turned his back to the woman and approached the
bar. “Can I offer you a drink?” he called over his
shoulder. He eased a bottle of one of his finest Napa
wines from the rack and splashed its fruity contents into
two small champagne flutes. One glass already contained
an inconspicuous pill, colorless and odorless, that quickly
dissolved, leaving no trace.
When Scott turned around his eyes widened. Both wine
glasses escaped his grasp, shattering on the marble floor
at his feet. The woman stared at him with a seductive
smile. Her red dress was merely a pile of fabric puddled
on the floor around her spiky heels.
Scott beheld the naked body of a classical goddess:
proud plump round b—–s with small light brown areolas
surrounding perfect erect n—–s; a flat flawless stomach
and shallow navel above pristine trimmed pubic hair with
just a thin landing-strip; and a wickedly sexy smile that
could sway the minds of kings and courtesans.
“This one will fetch the highest dollar yet,” he thought.
No reason he couldn’t have a little fun beforehand,
though.
“I think we’ll skip the drinks for now,” Scott said,
stepping over the mess of glass on the floor. He
couldn’t care less about cleaning up. The charwomen
could tend to that in the morning.
He approached her slowly. She stepped away from her
dress and walked to the couch, clicking in her stilettos.
He caught up to her, his hands wrapping around her
waist, pulling her toward him.
She aimed her mouth toward his. Their eyes locked onto
one another as they leaned forward. Scott’ mind was
blown by the sensations of this woman’s explosive kiss.
Never had he felt this much energy, this much arousal,
from just a kiss! Then her perfume’s scent hit his nose
like a late spring breeze, ever so sweet and delicious.
He was completely lost in her embrace, her hands on
each of his cheeks, exploring his mouth with her agile
tongue. He felt a twinge in his g—n. His c–k strained
outward against the fabric of his trousers.
“You’re too dressed for this occ****asion, s–d”.
Hearing her words for the first time was like listening
to the songs of angels. Scott removed his hands from
her waist, almost involuntarily, to unwrap his tie and
unbutton his shirt. For a wealthy business man, he had
quite the well-kept body. His chest was slightly hairy
but quite muscular, his beefy pecs matched with
impressive toned abs. He made quick work of his
garments. He finally undid his belt. His trousers fell
easily to his ankles.
“Still too dressed.”
Scott slid down his black boxer briefs, stepping out of
them along with the wadded puddle of his trousers.
Only thin dark socks remained on his body.
“Close enough.”
She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling
him to her mouth once more. Her other hand found his
fully erect c–k pointing directly at her. Scott felt her
hand glide up and down his s—t like silk sheets blowing
in the wind while her tongue danced an inviting ballet in
his mouth.
His senses were completely overwhelmed. Her beauty:
flawless. Her voice: mesmerizing. Her smell:
intoxicating. Her taste: delicious. Her touch: absolutely
orgasmic.
Scott’ knees began to buckle from the pleasure of this
woman’s skillful pumping of his c–k. She pushed him
down on the couch before he had the chance to fall over.
The woman gracefully squatted to the floor. She perched
before him and admired his stiff c–k sticking straight up
in the air. Grabbing the base of his s—t in one hand,
she pointed him towards her lips. The nerve endings in
the head of Scott’ penis responded like electric shocks
as she kissed and licked from tip to s—t to base. Then
with a sexy grin, she took him into her mouth.
All of him.
Mesmerized by her ability to take his full length into
her mouth, Travis let out a sigh of complete
contentment. His balls began to swell as she worked her
mouth up and down his c–k with rapid yet smooth
momentum. She suddenly stopped, his c–k wedged down
the back of her throat, and licked the underside of his
balls.
How did she know he liked that so much?
Oh God! Too much!
Scott’ o—-m came rushing through his entire body.
Moaning aloud, he shot stream after stream of hot
sticky c-m deep into the sexy goddess’ mouth. She
didn’t even flinch as his seed trickled down her thirsty
throat.”
“Mmm, salty.”
She stood and stared down at him.
“I hope you have more for me.”
Scott gasped heavily, like he had just run a marathon.
He looked down at his penis. It was still rock hard, even
after the best b—–b he had ever received. No way was
he missing this opportunity.
“There’s plenty more where that came from,” Scott
said, his ego running rampant.

To be continue.............