This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
The Kingpin's Choice
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
Gangsters and world leaders, you can always recognize them. They arrive in unmarked limos, accompanied by four-wheel drives. There are faceless goons around, in suits and dark glasses, scanning the crowds, bulging holsters under their arms, ear pieces and throat mikes. Some corporate CEOs feel this unloved, too.
The Kingpin is 'an entrepreneur.'
This is his favorite club in the suburbs. He strolls in, after the way has been cleared. Disco dancers greet him, plainclothes cops greet him. He's in party mood, freshly enlivened up with a snort of coke. He looks around at the women along the bar, or at the tables by the dance floor.
He didn't come for the juddering music from the house band, lurid lights or cerebral chatter. He came to find a piece of ass of sufficiently high quality to meet his refined tastes.
Somewhere, among these typists and divorcees, receptionists and hairdressers, is what he wants.
At the bar, passed-over girls are conferring. Mostly in regret, not anger. The Kingpin has found his booth, and sits scanning the room, sipping his drink, a fat diamond ring on his finger. 'He's the guy who moves the blow in Ontario,' he hums under his breath, shadowing the funk line of the bass. 'Women follow him wherever he go'
Edith is introduced by her friend Molly. She's already heard all the stories of his largess, his temper, his palatial lifestyle, his free-flowing drugs, his bizarre sexual tastes and declined to pass judgment. She'll make up her own mind, she says.
Though, he's a little old for her, a little worn, and not so self- assured as she would have expected. No, this is a haunted, driven guy, beneath the smooth exterior. Watch how his left hand grips his right, when he's not gripping the glass.
"Hi, welcome to Cowtown," she smiles, lipstick glistening. "Are you going to sign up The Typewriters?" She motions to the house band.
"No, I'm not in the record business," he smiles, taking interest in this shapely blonde. "I'm in distribution."
"Oh? Well, I'm sure it's fun, even if it's not glamorous," she replies.
There's something about her. He asks her to join the table.
That night, at his penthouse apartment in the city, she's happy to undress him, bend him over the bed, paddle his backside while scolding him. Quite acquiescent about standing over him while he kneels, licking her dripping pussy to orgasm.
She takes him to bed for some 'cuddly sex', and listens to his boasts, into the small hours.
In the wall, wires are humming.
"You'd like that?" she says coquettishly. "To sleep in handcuffs, with your face between my legs? Well, sweetie, of course"
When he awakens, she's partly dressed, draped in his shirt.
"Hi, Edith. Say, can you let these handcuffs off? I need to pee."
"No."
His brow furrows. "Hey, I'm serious, bitch! We can play games later, but my bladder is bursting."
She nods. "Sergeant Edith Jones, Royal Canadian Mounted Police. You're under arrest."
The End
© Copyright by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission.
Reviews
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
So many of these stories are only just snapshots, no time for development or resolution. This one actually had an ending, and I'm pleased to say it took me by surprise.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Interesting little piece. Probably somwhere, somehow, some arrests have been made possible in the very same fashion. Maybe the police should employ kinky personnel, so that they could get pleasure from their job.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
The Kingpin's Choice has an appealing kind of suspense to it, and a nice twist at the end. It works as a crime story, but spanking is such a tangential element that I don't think it works as a spanking story.
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
I guess I can work up some sympathy for Edith.