The Veda Diaries: The Seventh Hunt

OK, right after Todd and his company left and just before I clocked out, I emailed him a nice torrid yet tasteful message. And guess what happened the moment I got home? He left this message on my answering machine:

"Hi Veda, it's Todd. I got your email, and thanks for the nice chat. My aunt says you are very pretty and that I should ask you out. I am seeing someone fairly steady right now, but I guess I can make an exception with you. Are you free tomorrow night? I have an extra ticket to that gallery opening if you'd like to go. I can pick you up around 7, then we can have a late supper afterwards. Call me."

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Todd proved to be the perfect gentleman. No funny business, no trying to get me into bed right away, but I literally itched for sexual release. I mean, it had been nearly three weeks since my last romp, and that was with the pathetic Rob. It didn't take me long to figure out Rob's sexual fetishes, and I'm sure Todd has a few hang-ups. And I found out in a hurry!
Anyway, back to our first date. One of Todd's friends was an art collector who sponsored up and coming young visual artists, and Todd was always whipping out that checkbook to buy the latest masterpiece. Now I don't know much about art, but I do know a rich man when I see one.

Because I was so horny and literally itching to have sex, I wore something provocative but staid enough for a hoity-toity gallery opening. Nice long sliver lamé gown, tight enough to show off my hot curves, but at least it didn't make me look like a cheap hooker. I put my hair up an elaborate 'do, wore my new crystal chandelier earrings, and of course my usual four-inch spiked heel shoes.
All through the evening I tried to act interested in the collection, tried to 'interpret' this guy's art. One such sculpture did catch my eye: a tall wild work that, to me, resembled a couple getting it on. I asked the artist if that was what it is, and he said, "Oh yes, this is my paean to the purest expression of love between a man and woman."
"Purest expression of love?" You've got to be kidding, right? Come on! They're screwing each other's brains out! And that's exactly what I want to do to Todd if he gives me a chance. God, I wanted to get out of there so badly. Too many snotty people pretending they're oh-so intellectual and know everything and everyone in the artsy-phartsy world. I got bored, and it showed. And too bad I couldn't go into my seduction routine, you know, the wiggly walk, the planned provocative poses. Instead, I just stood there, sipping champagne and making small talk with Todd's artsy friends. Oh man, what was I thinking when I told him, "Yeah, I'll go out with you." Oh well, at least I still had dinner to get Todd in the mood for some serious bedroom action.

And it happened. Todd took me to one of his swankier eateries, and even took it upon himself to order for me. So he's an old-fashioned sort, the type who orders the meal and wine, holds the chair for me, and just generally takes charge of every situation. Odd, he didn't look like your typical restaurateur with his longish dark hair and cute goatee. He was a perfect gentleman all through dinner, never once hinting at whether this 'date' will end up in the bedroom. So I took charge of the situation during dessert and coffee. I slid my foot out of my shoe then very smoothly placed it on his crotch. My foot found its target then squeezed down. Oh my God! The look on Todd's face said it all. He was so shocked and surprised when I did that, and he knew right away what I had on my mind. I kept working my foot up and down his crotch, satisfied that I finally made him hard.
He shifted uneasily in his chair, looked kind of sheepish and said, "Uh, Veda? Do you know what you are doing?"
"Damn right I know what I'm doing!"

Instead of just dropping me off at my apartment, Todd insisted on staying, "just for a nightcap." Yeah, some nightcap I'll fix him. Once we got inside, Todd was all over me, kissing and caressing me with such passion and fire. I felt his tongue gouging the inside of my mouth, his pelvis slowly grinding against mine. I felt the bulge of his huge erection growing harder and harder.
Without a word, Todd swooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. There he flung me onto the bed then proceeded to strip off – no, literally rip – my dress. He didn't waste any time getting out of his clothes. So there I was in just my bra and panties, waiting for Todd to make his next move. But no! I couldn't let him do that. So I made a few erotic, sinuous moves. I wriggled and squirmed like a sexed-up snake all over that bed, stroking my body with abandon. I moaned and purred, "Do you like what you see?"
Todd immediately pounced me, held me down fast, then proceeded to kiss and fondle my breasts, legs, tummy. He nibbled my neck and lips then forced my legs open with his knee. Is this a near-rape? Had to be because that's what it felt like. I didn't care, as long as he didn't hurt me, I wanted him to sexually master me, make me scream with pleasure then beg for more. I assumed he was that type: the type who charms a woman then screws her vigorously and feverishly only to leave her in a trembling, quivering heap. In the end he just walks away, never looking back.

Well, I wasn't about to let him have his way. This was MY game, on MY turf! Just before he entered me, I reached under the bed for the remote strapped to the frame. Deftly, I switched on the video remote. If I'm to get any pleasure out of this, and Todd had better pay up good for forcing himself on me, then a video souvenir of our passionate rendezvous will be my ticket to Easy Street.
And thank goodness I had the sense to flick that switch, for Todd caught my hands then pinned my arm so I couldn't move much. I lay under him almost immobile. Oh, I could buck and wiggle a bit, but he kept pressing down on me with his full weight. No matter how much I jerked around, he held me down even harder.
He came into me savagely, roughly, his rock hard penis tearing up into my vagina like a jackhammer through concrete. He pounded into me mercilessly, his hands still holding me down. I tried to buck against his insistent thrusting but all I could manage was a few sexy wriggles. Then I got an idea!
All the while he kept thrusting away at me, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I squeezed my thighs tightly, gripping him within me. In a flash, Todd began to thrust rapidly, more vigorously than before. He forgot all about 'mastering' me and relaxed his grip. Now my arms and hands were free, free to envelop his body. My nails mercilessly racked his back and butt. I could now buck my body to match his every thrust. I arched my back, pulled my pelvis up to meet his, then slammed that good pussy up against him. Oh yeah! Todd couldn't get over the way I responded to him with such fire, such ardent passion. Now, within seconds of orgasm, I flexed and contracted my thigh muscles around his slim body, my mouth hungrily devouring his sweat. It was so good, better than good.
Oh! The sudden explosive sensation of my own orgasm caused me to lose it. All at once I went wild under him, thrusting my pelvis back at him, jerking and arching as he exploded into me.

It was like this for many days and nights to come, and as always, that camera hidden in my closet whirred away and captured every moment. Now Todd, being the take-charge guy he is, had, as he said, a steady girlfriend. Of course, he didn't breath word one about us, preferring to see his regular sweetie but always came back to me for some red-hot loving.
In time though the affair became stale for me, too much of him taking control in bed and me just lying there in a somewhat passive mode. He knew this irked me but apparently he didn't care.

So one day, when I was at work, I hastily flipped through the rolodex and found his girlfriend's address. Why didn't I think of this before? Yes! Why not anonymously mail those sexy photos to Todd's lady friend, claim I was forced into a sexual situation, then make Todd pay handsomely or else I'll go to the cops. Such blackmail would guarantee the ruin of Todd and his restaurant empire. And he would have to answer to both girlfriend and auntie about his disgraceful behavior.
Later that evening at home, while Todd was sound asleep – we had a very strenuous workout – I got those pics, printed them out on the computer, then penned a pleading letter to his lady. I revealed that Todd met me at one of his restaurants, asked me out on a date, and that I had no idea he was seeing someone steadily. He forced himself on me, made me have sex with him despite my pleas to stop. Then I enclosed those photos, explaining that it was all Todd's idea to capture the bedroom sessions on film. If I told anyone, he threatened to put those pictures on the Internet, making me look like a cheap porn star. I'm just a poor working girl who's trying to stay away from awful men who only want to take advantage of me. I added that I was an abused child, that my uncle molested me when I was a preteen, that I just put all the horrid past behind me until I met Todd. All the terrible things that happened to me when I was just ten years old came back to haunt me the moment Todd forced me into bed.

There! I know it's not true. I have no uncle, and my parents were as straitlaced as they come. There was no childhood sexual abuse, no rape. I was just one of those girls born with an overactive sex drive, and the constant need for male attention.
I sealed the envelope then hid it in the bottom desk drawer. In the morning, before heading to work, I dropped that packet right in the mail. Now all I had to do was wait until the "other shoe" dropped. Just thinking of the fallout already had me literally wriggling in anticipation of another amorous adventure.

And I got it!

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That morning, after I mailed off the packet, I quit my job at the restaurant for obvious reasons. But before I got out the door, I was cornered by one of the regular patrons. He was an old guy who seemed to dig younger chicks. He claimed to be a widower and was in the market for someone younger, more vibrant. I thought he was reliving some post-adolescent fantasy, you know, sowing the wild oats. So I indulged him and told him we could meet at the bar up the street. I applied for, and just got, a receptionist job at the beauty salon next door.

"I can meet you there around five," I told him, noting how nice he looked in his gray suit. He has to be loaded because he just tipped the head waiter fifty bucks! No one leaves a tip like that.
"Veda, you are so pretty and sweet," he said, eyeing me up and down. Well, I knew he wasn't interested in small talk, that's for sure. OK, so he's right on the pretty part. Honey, once I get you in my bed, you'll find out I'm NOT all that sweet.

Damn, and he doesn't have a wife or other lady friend. So I asked him, "Do you have any kids?" That clinched it! He said he had a married son who just gave him a fifth grandchild, and a married daughter who got accepted to graduate school.
So...maybe this isn't a loss after all. If I do my homework right then this old guy will find himself in hot water with his kids.

OK, so after I got off at the salon, I headed for the bar. There he was, with his distinguished silver hair and well-tanned complexion. He greeted me with a sweet kiss and said he already ordered a martini for me because, "You seem like a gal who loves the finer things in life."
Boy, did he do HIS homework! We talked about many things, but I didn't tell him everything about me; I couldn't. So I stretched the truth about my family, my schooling, why I was working as a receptionist.
"I got into some trouble back in high school," was all I said then dropped the subject. Then he went into a long spiel about his kids, and how grasping and greedy they are. He said that his son had threatened to send Daddy away to a nursing home all because, "He says I'm not acting like a man my age. That I date too many woman way younger than myself. My daughter agrees with her brother."

Oooh...so that's it! If I can work my magic, get old Papa into bed, take a few photos then send them on to Sonny and Sis...Maybe I can get him to sign a few things – like his stock portfolio and penthouse – over to to me.

He then said that his penthouse was not far away and that his limo was waiting for us outside. Limo?! Now I know this old guy is Daddy Bigbucks! Take it nice and slow, Veda, because we just hit pay dirt! Forget Todd and his small potatoes fortune. I want to play with a real sugar daddy for a change.

We finished our drinks then headed for the car. Wow, his chauffeur was a cutie, but gay. Hey, I can tell. Anyway, he let me in first. What a gentleman he was. But joy became a sudden nightmare when I finally settled in the spacious leather backseat.

"Hello, Veda!" It was Todd, in the car! And who is that with him? His girlfriend! She finally said, cattily, "So you're the one."
"Huh? I don't understand."
"Don't play innocent with me, bitch! I know who you are!"

She eyed me with a steely glare that...Hey! How did she get those photos so fast? Todd laughed and said, "Veda, when you were sleeping, I got into your computer. I saw the pictures. Nice of you to capture our lovemaking on film, but..."
He then confessed that he looked through my desk, then found, and opened, that packet. He confessed he merely replaced the letter and photos with blank paper, resealed the envelope, then replaced it in the drawer. He then said, "I had Tom here stake you out. Knowing you, I had an inkling you'd fall for his 'rich lonely widower' bit. We just waited for the right time to trap you."

Trap me? OK, so I got found out, but what was to come next really knocked me for a loop. The girlfriend, all dolled up in Prada and mink, glared at me, called me all kinds of filthy names, then dropped her bombshell.
"Beth said that it had to you who seduced her husband. I then followed up with Daddy and Rob, and they confirmed it all."

Rob?! The same Rob who was running for office? The same guy I seduced, exposed his secret sexual fetishes, then dumped him?
"You see, Veda," my supposed sugar daddy explained, "Beth is this lady's sister, and I'm their father. In fact, Rob's father and I go way back, all the way back to grade school. He got it out of some of Rob's clients that it was you who came onto Rob that night, in the club...."

Oh boy, did everything come back to haunt me. By now these guys have called the cops, will insist on pressing fraud and extortion charges, and most likely be there at my trial to egg on the D.A.
"OK," I said, "so you got the goods on me. What do you want from me? Jail time? Big hefty fine? What?"
Todd said, "Look, Veda, we don't want any more scandal. We'll pay you, say, $50,000 to leave town, never to return. Forget you ever laid eyes on us. Don't even mention that you know us. Just take the money and get out!"
His girlfriend tossed a cashier's check at me, saying, "For what it's worth, this is far too generous an offer. If I had my way, you'd rot in a prison cell. My sister's life, and that of her children, is ruined because of you!"
"Just go, Veda," said Todd. "Take the money and go!"

I said nothing. I just did what Todd said; I took the check and exited the car. They left me there on the street then sped off. I just stood there, looking at all those zeroes. Now what? I have no idea where to go, what to do.

OK, Veda, think...be calm...what can you do with $50,000? Simple. I headed for the bank, made a hefty deposit, then called the airlines and booked a flight to wherever they don't know me. I had no idea where I was going or what adventures awaited me. All I knew was that I can still play my game, with or without Todd or Rob or Jeremy or Chad or...

I still have it and I still flaunt it! I'm still on the prowl, hunting for another hapless, stupid, self-serving male in need of a good time. And I'll so gladly give it to him...

Copyright©2004 by Pepper Shriver*
My pen name :-)