“Then show me that cock of yours, Walter… I want to see you getting hard for me,” I continue, taking one step toward him. Reacting fast at my words, he fumbles with his belt and unbuckles it; faster now, he unzips his fly and pulls both his boxers and pants down to his knees.
“Is this hard enough for you?” he asks me, grabbing his cock with two fingers and giving it two hard strokes.
“Oh, yeah … that’s hard enough for me,” I whisper, taking another step toward him and leaning forward, taking my mouth to his ear. “And I also believe that’s hard enough for the camera,” I continue as I look him in the eyes and point toward the closet. The door is slight ajar, and it’s from that gap between the door and the wall that a concealed spy cam has been set up.
“What are you talking about?” The lust in his eyes has now been replaced by dread and confusion; as his gaze follows my fingers, he starts to realize that he has fucked up immensely. But now it’s too late. “You fuckin’ bitch!” he growls, going up to his feet. I take one step back as he raises his hand to strike me and, instead of showing him fear, I offer him one big grin.
“Yeah, hit me,” I dare him. “You’re already knee-deep in a world of shit, Walter. Hit me and we’ll see that shit rise up to your neck. My operatives are watching and recording all of this … and if you try to fuck with me, you can bet your ass that my colleagues will start streaming this through the whole Internet. You’ll be done in a matter of seconds.”
Still with his fist up in the air, he grits his teeth and hisses desperately. He lowers his trembling hand then, a vein in his forehead throbbing so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if his head exploded.
“You fuckin’ played me!” he cries out, pulling his pants up awkwardly and trying to hide his now shriveled cock.
“I did,” I shrug, picking my dress up from the floor and squeezing myself inside of it.
“Who put you up to this?” he asks me through his gritted teeth, and I look at him with a satisfied smile. He probably thinks that a rival company hired me, or that this is an internal coup—maybe someone wants to take his position as a CEO. Thing is, the answer is not that complicated.
“Your wife,” I tell him. “She got tired of your cheating ass and wanted some proof so that she could ditch you.” Turning my back to him, I open the door to the closet and retrieve my small camera. I pick up my purse from a chair in the corner and throw the camera inside.
“Please, don’t do this,” Walter cries out once more, his voice now quivering. I look at him with one raised eyebrow and sigh; realizing that he has my attention, he goes down to his knees and claps his hands together in a praying position. “I beg you, don’t do this. You’ll ruin my life.”#p#分页标题#e#
“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to cheat on your wife. At least there’s still hope for her; maybe she’ll find a decent man now.” With that, I sling my purse over my shoulder, straighten out the front of my dress and, without bothering to look at Walter, I get out of the hotel room and close the door behind me. From inside the room comes a sound eerily similar to that of a grown man crying.
Oh, well.
Don’t think that I take pleasure from ruining men’s lives. This might be what I do for a living—luring men into traps—but I don’t do it on a whim. Before I take a job, I always do my research in order to be sure that the guy deserves it. And Walter Billingham deserves it.
Greedy businessman and unfaithful husband, he had it coming. Not that I’m surprised. I’ve met my share of businessmen, politicians and what have you … and I can’t say I’m very impressed by the one percent of the America. The way I see it, they’re all highly paid con artists, ready to sell their souls to the highest bidder. I’m the Universe’s reply to all that decadence—in a way I'd like to think of myself as karma made flesh.
A virgin avenger. That’s me.
I’m heading toward the main exit when I stop dead in my tracks, realizing that there’s a crowd outside the hotel. Judging from all of the cameras and cable news vans parked there, I’d say something big is happening. I heard that Jia Park, the South Korean ambassador, was staying here, so maybe it’s something to do with her.
Taking a deep breath, I take one of the side doors that lead to the street, and try to be as discrete as possible as I push my way through the sea of reporters.
“Yeah, he’s a disappointment,” I hear one of the female reporters say in an upset tone. “I thought President Bain would be different and I don’t--” I stop hearing what she’s saying when I distance myself from the crowd, but it’s not like I need to. Of course our new Commander-in-Chief, President Bain, is a disappointment.