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Might Be The One

Short story By: Michael68

When he seen her in the tunnel, little did he know that she would have such an impact on his life as she did.

Submitted:May 3, 2011    Reads: 612    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


When he approached her, she didn't seem to show any type of fear at all toward him. And why would she, for he was just like any other man that she would probably run across. Or any man that she could decide to take up on their offer. As he moved down the underground tunnel that was for transferring to a different train, the souls of his footsteps echoed from the contact of it on the cement floor. She stood a few feet away from him, her body leaning against the wall, her one leg bent as she rested the heel of her shoe on the wall. She was so young and almost portrayed such a sensual image that she tried to create of herself. And she had perfected it so well. Every thing about her seemed so alluring to him, as his eyes started to study every inch of her body as he approached her. Her young, firm legs with their fishnet stocking and stiletto heels and the long black coat which hid whatever other sensual clothes that she wore underneath it. Her hand rested on her bent thigh, her fingers holding a smoldering cigarette as her long flaxen hair fell over her shoulders. She turned her attention toward him as he drew closer to him, showing a faint smile should be afraid of, or that he had been the only man that she had seen in a few hours. Of course, on her lips. He was not sure if it was because of the fact that there was something about him that made her feel threatened, or just that he was the only person that she had seen in the last few hours. It seemed odd to him that a young and beautiful woman like her would be standing in such a dangerous and isolated place like this. Of course that was something that he knew too well that he would not ask her about.

"Hello handsome. What brings you out around here tonight?" she asked in a playful voice.

"You might say that I am looking for something…..or maybe someone." he replied as he stopped and ran his fingers through his short jet black hair.

"Well, maybe I can be the thing that you are looking for. Do you think that you might be able to be interested in a girl like me?" she asked as her foot lowered onto the ground and then she stepped toward him.

She was the type of girl that any man would want to be look for, so young and vivacious that would probably weaken the strength of even the strongest man. Able to have any man that she would set her eyes on probably. And now she had her eyes set on him.

"Confident aren't we?" he said in a cynical voice as he stopped by her. "How old are you?"

"What difference does it make? I mean, we are just talking, at least for now we are." she said as a devilish grin appeared on her lips.

"Well, just in case someone see me having a conversation with you, I would not want to find out that you are a child." he said in a calm voice.

"Eighteen. Are you cop?" she said as her eyes fixed on him.

He let out a slight and silent laugh as his eyes never left her.

"No, I do not work for the police, so you do not have to worry about me arresting you." he said as he took a step closer to her. "What is your name?"

"What do you want it to be?" she said in a seductive tone as her hand reached up and touched the side of his face.

Suddenly, his face had turned cold as his eyes darted at her with a sudden glare of rage. Any other woman would probably have stepped back from him, or walked away, but not her. She knew that if he wanted her, he would not do anything to her. Or else he could just go and find some other woman somewhere else that would please him. In a way she knew that she was the woman that he wanted and that he would not be able to find anyone like her.

"Do not play this game with me? I just am asking you a simple and polite question, nothing more than that?" he said calmly as a kindness returned onto his face.

"Justine. And what is your name, if you do not mind me asking." she said in a suddenly polite tone.

"Richard." he replied as a smile appeared on his lips.

"Well Richard….. What would it be that you would be interested in doing with me? That is if there is something more than just polite conversation that you are looking for." she said in a soft and seductive tone.

For a moment Richard stood there looking at her, as if to try and figure out what it could be that he wanted from her. She pressed her body against his, her firm breasts crushed against his chest as the faint scent of her perfume intoxicate him. He could feel the temptation that she was giving him bringing about a yearning within him for her that was so strong. Stronger than anything that he had ever felt so strong before.

"Well, something like that should be discussed in private, not in such places of public. Especially in a place like this. Would you give me the pleasure of accompanying me somewhere more appropriate?" he asked.

"Sure. But you will have to give me at least fifty for that." she said in a serious tone.

"Oh, that much? Just to have a private conversation with you?" he said in a shocked tone.

"Yes. Let's just say that it is my way of promising you that I will go with you and tell you everything that you want to know about me. Truthfully." she said and then was silent for a brief moment. "And maybe, give you a sample of what you can have with me."

Richard just smiled, as he reaching into the inside pocket of the gray trench coat that he wore an pulled out his wallet. When he opened it, she could see that it was filled with bills, as her eyes widened for a second as her smile grew wider. He pulled out a fifty dollar bill and then gave it to her.

"Alright. But like you said, you must tell me everything that I want to know. And you must tell me the truth, no matter how personal it might be." he said as she took it and placed it inside the pocket of her coat.

"If that is what you want, then it will be what I will give you. After all it is your money and I will be willing to give you what you are paying for." she said smiling seductively. "So, where is it that we shall go?"

Her hand touched his chest, as her eyes stared at him in almost a loving way. Richard was silent for a moment, and then put his arms around her, his lips moving centimeters from hers. She could feel his hot breath hitting the skin of her pale face.

"I know just the place, somewhere that we will be alone and no one will bother us. I think it will be to your liking." he whispered.

"I am sure that I will." she replied in a soft voice.

Then his lips met hers in a brief and gentle kiss, brushing her lips so tender and lovingly, unlike any other kiss any man has ever given her. She could feel her body shivering in a sudden rush of excitement. The men that she had encountered before would never kiss her at all. In a way, she had made it a rule when she was with a man. But there was something about Richard that made her want him to kiss her. To feel as if this was something more than just a business transaction between them. More than a moment or a night of cold, meaningless sex. She wanted to have him make her believe that this was romance, the kind that she had always heard about from other women and read in the romance novels. And it seemed that was something that he wanted to make her feel as well. Even though it was only a feeling she was having and probably would be wrong about it, for after all she did not know anything about this man at all. A occupational hazard that she would always have in her line of work.

They walked through the tunnel and then out onto the street, moving through the darkness of the night. They really did not have any kind of conversation as they walked and when they did, he would be asking questions about her. About why she was doing what she did, if there was some sort of excitement she felt from it, about her childhood, and where it was that she loved as a child. It all seemed like a first date to her, wanting to get to know each other, to get over the uncomfortable hump of not knowing each other. It made her want to giggle like a schoolgirl, which of course she did not do. Thinking that he might take it in a wrong way and become upset with her. Even though she had no idea why she would be so afraid of her offending him, it was the way that she suddenly felt.

As they walked down the almost isolated streets of the downtown area of Chicago, she started to wonder what it could be about him that drew her to him. He was so mysterious about his own identity, not wanting her to know anything about him just yet. Wanting her to be guessing about who he really was. Which was exactly what she was doing.

They had walked for a few minutes more, till they had reached the entrance to an elegant condominium of Michigan Avenue. Justine was instantly impressed by this, for she knew that anyone who lived in a place like this had to be rich. As they made their way inside, Justine walked close to him, feeling uneasy about being in such an elegant place like this. For she knew that a woman like her really did not belong here, even though it really did not seem to phase him. The lobby of it looked like it should be the lobby of one of those fancy hotels on the North side of Chicago. With its leather couches, dark wood tables to match the walls and even paintings that were copies of the classic artwork that she would have found in the art museum.

There was a woman in her early thirties that stood behind a large wooden counter, looking at them as they approached. Even this woman looked sophisticated to Justine, with her white tuxedo style shirt and black skirt, and a small brass name tag pinned right above her right breast. She smiled at them as they passed, even though Justine knew that it was fake. That was the one thing that she had pick up on with people over the years, knowing when they were hiding their true feelings from her. But she just ignored it, because the only thing that she wanted to think about was Richard and what was in store for her when they got up to his place.

They got into the elevator and Richard pushed the button for the sixth floor. As the doors closed, his eyes looked at her, He did not say a word, which started to bother her for some reason. She wished that he would say something, anything to ease the uneasiness that she was feeling right now.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she finally asked.

"Like what?" he replied calmly.

It was obvious that Richard knew what she meant, but wanted her to go into more explanation about it. He was staring at her, not really in a lustful way, but almost as if he was trying to figure out what sort of secrets she had. Normally when a man would look at her, it would be like they were trying to undress her with their eyes. Imagining such lustful acts of carnality that they would like to perform with her. How she wished that would have been the case with Richard, for then she would have been able to handle it.

"You are looking at me like I had done something that shocked you. And trying to figure out something about me?" she said as she looked at him. "I don't know, but it is making me feel a little uneasy."

"Rest assured that if I was trying to figure out something about you, I would have simply asked you about it. But since you asked what I could be thinking about when I was just looking at you, I feel I should tell you." he started to explain and then stopped suddenly. "I was just thinking about how beautiful you are Justine. So innocent and seductive at the same time."

She could feel her face blushing from what he had said, as she found herself unsure of how she should answer him. Men have always complimented her about her looks, but she always knew that it was something that they never really meant. It would always have been something they would say just to sway her into giving them something that they would want. Yet, Richard did not seem that way to her, for if he was, he would have had his hands all over her body, molesting her in a way.

"Thank you, I guess.." she started to say.

"You mean to tell me that no one has ever told you something like that? No one has told you that before?" he said.

"They have, but never really meant it. The men that I would come across would always want something else from me when they would talk nice to me. That is the way it has been with every men in my past. Never giving me a compliment just to make me happy and really mean it." she explained.

Right at that moment the elevator doors opened and they made their way out into the hallway. Richard really did not say anything in response to what she had told him, as he led her down the hallway. She could feel herself wanting to ask him a few questions which stayed on her mind about him, but knew that he had already made it obvious about the fact that he did not want to talk about himself. Which in a way she could respect him for that. Most of the time she would never tell anyone personal things about herself. And yet, she did not know why she did with Richard. It was as if she was comfortable enough with him that she could tell him all about herself.

"It must be a dangerous profession that you are in. Especially with all the madness that is around this city." he said.

"Most of the time it is nothing that I can't handle. But with now that there is someone out there killing women who are out on the street late at night, I am even more cautious. Just two days ago they found the body of a woman in the bushes of Grant Park, over by Buckingham Fountain. They say that she had been stabbed to death." she said in a scared voice.

She knew that she sounded like some scared child that was explaining about some imaginary monster that she would have seen late at night in her room. But what was happening at night in this city was caused my something that was no monster, that was for sure. There was some deranged person out there going on a killing spree and she was determined to make sure that she would not be the next victim.

"Well, you don't have to worry, I am not going to let you get stabbed to death like that woman you just told me about." he said smiling.

"I don't know why, but I can tell that you wouldn't let anything happen to me. You seem like a really nice man that would not let anything happen to me." she said.

Richard did not say anything, just smiled as they reached a door and he put his hand in the pocket of his coat for the key. Justine did not know what to expect when she would walk into his condo, but in a way it really didn't seem to worry her. For she felt like there was nothing to really fear with being with Richard for some reason. Still, she had the feeling that there was something that there was something that he was hiding from her, even though she was not sure what that could be. Of course she had discovered long time ago that everyone always has something that they were hiding from the world. A dark secret that they do not want to reveal to anyone.

When they walked into Richard's condo, he lead her into the living room and over to the large brown couch. She stood there for a moment in front of him, her eyes staying focused on him as she tried to figure out what it could be that his true intentions really were. It seemed as if he was just wanted to get to know her for some reason. That was something that Justine could not understand, for no man really wanted to know about who she really was.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything?" he asked in a kind voice.

"Not really. Just tell me the truth, why have you brought me here. Is there something more than you want from me that just mere conversation?" she asked in a demanding voice.

Richard looked surprised as if he had not expected her to have such a reaction with him. Especially since he had not done anything to make her have such a reaction with him. He just stood there, staring at her thinking about what he was going to say to her.

"You looked like an interesting young woman that I wanted to get to know. And if you are talking about me getting intimate with you, that was something that I wanted to wait and see if it would happen between us." he said smiling.

"So, no matter what, you would not try and do something with me?" she said as she started to unbutton her jacket.

Before he could answer her, she took off her jacket and threw it on the couch. Revealing the silken low cut white blouse that she wore with nothing on underneath it. The hard nipples of her breasts pressing against it and showing an imprint on the fabric, as her hands reached up and cupped her well rounded breasts so seductively. Her eyes stayed focused on him as she took a step closer to him.

"Do you like the way that I look? Does this change your mind of what you could want from me?" she said in a playful tone.

She got herself next to him, her one hand reached up and touched his chest as her other hand grasped his hand and placed it on her breasts. His fingers squeezed her breast lightly as his thumb brushed against her nipple. Making her gasp suddenly as her eyes stayed focused on his face. She could see the devilish grin on his lips, knowing that her seduction was starting to work on him.

"Do you know what it is that you are asking from me? Are you ready for whatever might come about because of this?" he said as he started to breath heavily.

"What do you think? I know that you want me, so why fight it." she whispered in a seductive voice.

She could feel his finger pinch her nipple making her moan, as her eyes closed for a moment as she pressed her body against his. Justine's hand moved down his chest, her fingers lightly scratching him through his shirt. Then moving down and grasping his crotch, making him moan softly.

"What do you want me to do to please you. Let me make your fantasy come true." she said in a seductive voice.

"I…I am not sure. I never really thought about a fantasy that I had with someone before." he said and then laughed slightly. I guess you can say that I am a pretty boring man."

"No, your not boring. You are just a normal man. A nice guys who doesn't think of a woman as some sort of sex object. " she said as she took a step back. "I can tell that about you from the way you treated me all the way here. You did not even try to grab me or talk in a sexual way to me at all. You treated me like a person."

"Then why were you coming on to me so strong?" he asked.

Justine just stood there looking at him as she thought about what he asked. There was something about Richard that made him different than any other man that she had ever came across. Even the way that he would look at her, was different than the lustful way that other men had always did. He was a nice guy that was obvious, she just did not expect that he would be this nice.

"I just want to show you how much I appreciate the way you were treating me. You really are a nice guy, someone that I never really run across." she said standing there as her arms instantly covered her breasts.

"Can I ask you something? I hope I don't offend you by what I want to say." he said.

"You can't offend me. What is it that you want to know?" she asked.

"How did you get into this line of work? I mean, I don't think that a young woman like you just wakes up in the morning and decides to get into your profession." he said.

Justine was shocked that he had asked that, not because he questioned why she was a prostitute, but really cared about why she was. As if he was truly concerned why she was doing it. For the first time in her life, she really did not know what to say to a man.

"Well…..I guess you could say that it was because all my life I had men who took advantage of me. Making me do what they wanted and abusing me all the time. Till finally I could not take it any longer and ran away. But I don't need you to feel sorry for me. This is the life that I have to do to survive." she explained.

"If you had a chance to get out of this life, would you do it?" he asked.

"Of course I would. I can't stand the life I am living." she said honestly and then laughed. "Why are you going to do something to take me away from this life?"

"I could. But you have to tell me now that you would be willing except me to do it." he said.

Justine stood there for a continuing to look at him, unsure of what it could be that he had in mind. Still, it was a chance for her to get off the street and maybe have something different than what she is used to. Anything would be better than having to deal with the chance of the perverted men that she would end up with. And she could tell that what Richard was saying was the truth. Or at least that was what she believed. Justine found herself able to trust him for some reason, even though she had just met him a moment ago. The only thing that she could do was to find out what it could be that he would do to help her. And if it was something that was to unbelievable, she would just reject his offer and leave.

"How will you help me? What do you have in mind?" she asked.

"Not now, we can discuss that a little later. Would it offend you if I did ask you if I could make love to you?" he said smiling slightly.

"I never thought that I would say something like that to me. Especially when they are talking about wanting to have sex with me." she said laughing.

She felt suddenly special with him, as if he really did respect her just from the way that he had asked that. For a moment he was not sure how to really answer him. For she never thought about love, for she had believed that was something that she could not ever find. Something that a woman of the streets like her would never be respected enough by a man to find love. It was then that she suddenly felt the yearning for him, wanting to feel him make love to her. And she could not resist the offer that he was now giving her.

"Yes. Oh God, yes. Make love to me." she said breathing deeply as she stepped to him again.

His arms wrapped around her as their lips met again within a tender kiss. The same kind of kiss that he had given her in the tunnel, which shocked her. She pressed her body against his, feeling the hunger for him burning within her soul. Not because he wanted it, but because it was something that she suddenly wanted to share with him. Wanted to share her body with him, to please him in any way that she could.

Richard slipped off his suit coat and let it drop to the floor, and then slowly started to take off the silken blouse that she was wearing . She could feel his hands carefully moving up her torso, his fingers lightly pressing against her skin, thrilling her from his touch. So many times before had she felt men touch her in the same way, but never before had she felt such excitement as Richard was making her feel. But she did not fear him, that was something that she knew as she gazed into his dark eyes. His hands stopped and cupped her firm well rounded breasts, his thumbs stroking her hard nipples, making her gasp as her body quivered. Her hands reached up and lifted her blouse off of her the rest of the way. Revealing her naked skin, as she smiled so innocently. His hands pressed slightly harder on her breasts, making her moan as he kissed her again. Her hands undoing his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt. Moving so slowly to make sure that she would not ruin the romantic moment that they were sharing together. Her fingers running over his bare chest, as he picked her up in his arms and walked her over to the couch. As he did, he continued to kiss her as their passion grew within them. Justine's desire for him overcame him and all that she wanted was to please him, no matter what she would have to do.

"Take me to your bed so we can make love there. It would be more romantic" she whispered as her hands rested on the back of his neck.

"Yes that would be, wouldn't it." he said softly as he grinned at her while he carried her to his bedroom.

When they entered the bedroom, Richard carried her over to the large king sized brass bed and then gently laid her down on its soft, black cotton sheets. He removed his tie and shirt and then lay down next to her. His hand moved up her shapely thigh, fingers scratching the inside of it as they engaged in a soft and long kiss again. She knew what he was going to do next and wanted him too more than anything right now. She could feel her sex become wet and tingle with such excitement of wanting to feel his touch. His hand disappeared underneath the extremely short skirt ant touched the thin strap of her g-string between her legs. Feeling him gently push it to the side and then stroke the lips of her sex so lovingly. She gasped as her legs opened wider, inviting him to continue with his exploration. Then his fingers slid inside of her, moving in and out in a slow motion. First it was only one fingers but each thrust another digit would come inside her. Two, then three, then by the fourth one, she could feel the orgasm flooding through her as her back arched and she screamed out his name in ecstasy.

"Of Richard…..Oh God…..you really know how to please a woman." she said panting.

"And I have only begun to please you." he said in a seductive voice.

"Will you let me please you, as well?" she asked looking at him excited.

"Oh course, if that is what you truly wish." he replied as his smile grew even wider.

It was obvious that he knew what she intended as her body rolled onto its side and she told him to lie on his back. As he did, her hand ran up and down his chest as she kissed him so lightly on the lips. Justine could have spent the whole night just kissing him and would be satisfied with only that. But she wanted to please him as he had just done for her. And to prepare him for what would come after that as well. Her lips moved down his body, over his chest as her hands unfastened his pants and pulled them and the boxers that he wore down to his knees. Freeing his ridged manhood that eagerly awaited her affection. And she made sure that he would not have to wait long, as her fingers moved over his shaft while her tongue ran over the tip of it. Then she took him in her mouth letting her lips tighten around his shaft. He watched her as she gave him such oral pleasure, her eyes looking up at him with a fiery passion burning in them. Richard could feel his body being absorbed within the pleasure that she was giving him, the pressure building up to the point where he would explode within her mouth. His hands rested on the back of her head and lightly pushed her down on him within the rhythm that her head was moving. Even though he wanted her to stop, he also yearned for this pleasure to continue. He could feel as if he would not be able to hold back any longer, when she finally stopped. She lifted her head with a playful grin on her lips and then crawled up his body.

"Did you like that?" she asked in a soft voice.

"Oh yes…..that was amazing…" he started to say.

"So far that is….we are not done yet." she said suddenly.

Then she sat up, straddled on top of his waist, feeling his shaft rubbing against the lips of her sex. Justine wanted him inside of her more than she had ever wanted any man before. And she knew that Richard would not disappoint her in any way.

"Oh my beautiful Justine, how lucky I am to have found you." he moaned as his hands rested on her hips."

"I am lucky as well. I never thought that I would meet such a kind man as you. I want you inside of me right now. I want to feel you there and make love to me with all the passion you have. Don't hold back anything baby. I want to feel it all." she said.

"All of it?" he asked in a curious voice.

It sounded almost as if he was not sure that she was serious about what she was asking. She wanted to feel what fiery passion he truly had. To know what he really desired from her, no matter what it might be. With her profession, there was nothing that he could do that would shock her.

"Yes. Let it all go free. I am yours for the night and you can do whatever you want to me." she said as she moaned from the pleasure of the friction of her sex rubbing against him.

She lifted herself up slightly as her hand moved in between her legs and then lifted his manhood up. Then she lowered herself onto him, feeling him penetrate her as her hips began to grind on him. Her legs swung around so that they were on either side of him as he slowly sat up, wrapping his arms around her. She could feel him driving deeper inside of her as she gasped and moaned in such pleasure. Her head tilted back, as her legs wrapped around his torso. He started to thrust, as the lustful desire between them consumed their soul. All that he could think about was now much he wanted to please her. To keep this moment going for as long as they could. The friction between them igniting an inferno of such passion as they held each other so tight.

Richard rolled them onto her back, his body pinning hers as he continued the thrust into her. Her legs stayed lifted up as she begged him not to stop. Telling him to do whatever he desired to her, that she was his. The fiery desire within him grew so strong that he found himself no longer in control. He wanted to feel the ultimate pleasure, like he had before with a few other women in his past. And now he knew that he would be able to experience it with his beloved Justine.

His lips pressed hard against hers in a passionate kiss, and she did not try to push him away. The whole time that he did that, his hand moved to the pillow next to her head and grabbed it. Within a second, he lifted the pillow and then placed it over her face. Forcing it down upon her as he continued to thrust, feeling her muffled screams as her body jerked wildly to escape. Yet, he was too strong for her to do so. His arms rested on top of the pillow, putting his weight on it, but her struggling continued.

"Now I am going to show you how I am going to help you get out of the profession that you are in. You said that you wanted me too, and this is it." he said wickedly as his hand reached under the pillow that was under her head.

When he pulled it out, his hand was gripping the handle of a large cutlery knife. He was ready to raise it over his head to stab it within her beautiful chest, when suddenly her body went limp. Richard knew that he had killed her, and the pleasure of it had brought about his climax the whole time that she had been struggling. He lowered the knife, and was ready to place it down beside them, when he suddenly stopped for a moment. A strange thought occurred to him, that she was not dead. Just pretending to be so he would get off of her and she would be able to escape.

"I have to keep my promise to her. I have to free her from this damnation that she is in." he whispered.

Then he plunged the knife deep into her chest. Her body spasmed for a brief moment and he plunged the knife again and again into her. Till finally she lay there motionless. He rolled off of her and then sat on the edge of the bed, his body shivering for no reason. He sat there for a few minutes waiting for it to pass, which he knew that it would. When it finally did, he stood up and pulled up his pants. It was then that he heard something so soft and faint echoing around him. Even though it was difficult for him to hear, he was able to make out what it was. It was a voice, Justine's voice. But that impossible, because she was dead….he killed her.

"Why did you kill me? All I wanted to do was to please you…..To love you…..Why did you have to kill me?" Richard turned and looked at Justine's dead body, confused by what he thought he was hearing. Could it be that she was still alive? That somehow she had survived the brutal stabbing? No, he knew too well there was no way anyone would be able to survive that. Still something deep inside him made him want to make sure of it. He sat on the bed again and then leaned over as his hand reached to remove the pillow that was still covering her face. He stopped for a moment, remaining motionless, then gently grabbed the pillow and lifted it off of her face. When he looked down at her, she lie there with her eyes closed, dead. He knew that it had to have been his own imagination that was manipulating his mind. Nothing more than that. But before he could even think of it, her eyes suddenly opened with a fiery rage burning in them. Her mouth opened widening larger than he had ever seen on anyone's face before, revealing jagged, razor sharp teeth. Instantly she sat up, her arms grabbing him as she bit into the side of his neck. He screamed in terror, but the beastlike growls that she gave drowned it out.

Three night later, Justine stood against the wall in the tunnel as she watched a young man walking toward her. A playful smile appeared on her lips as she knew that this might be the one that she had been looking for. And for all she knew, she might be the woman that this young man was looking for as well.

"Hey handsome. What brings you out this late at night?"




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