Woeful, Witless and Whinging

I was in urgent need of distraction and found myself prisoner of the boring woes of others where I discovered the aftermath of the decimation of a wedding required cleanup, for now I had a television show but no stars. It appears I am in the black books of the Vanderhag for she has publicly decided that I am responsible for the whoring of her eldest and had the ill advised gall to say it aloud. I was considering the myriad of ways I could punish this audacity from revealing her husband’s dalliance with my sister in a very open manner to humiliating her daughter in the same vein. Instead I found myself averting a potential financial disaster as neither of the male stars of the show wished to proceed and had been noticeably absent from their shoot. Lynx phoned me in hysterics believing that she had left the security of the soap for a sure thing and her incoherent ramblings ventured from pleading to threats. Immune to both I left her in the hands of the assistant whose sole purpose was to contain the annoying hoi polloi while as usual I solved the problems of the universe.

Replacing the two meatnuts was not difficult as brawny young men touched by sun and surf are plentiful and since a sparkling smile replaces intelligence as a prerequisite on the idiot box, two suitable candidates were on their way to Lynx before the hour was up. Of course as the old maxim goes it never rains but it pours and who should pop out of the woodwork but the perpetually disgruntled songbird Nadia Voss. She so far has tried just about everything to catapult her lukewarm talent into the public eye, everything but work at her craft. Her bedpost must be carved to a toothpick with notches of her seductions from the Sedero sleaze to Lynx as the girl certainly had no boundaries and definitely had no style. She was in her perfect niche with a captive audience at an entertainment restaurant but with the usual aplomb of those with illusions grander than their capacity she sought more and this time the more she sought was the deal whisked out from under the feet of the Nordic lovechild of the wine baron.

Sometimes the assumptions of the witless fools that surround me are almost amusing and if I had not been somewhat preoccupied with the antics of others I might have strung her along for the floorshow. Instead I found her another venue at small club and told her that I might be visiting her later, not to discuss contracts as she believed but to relieve myself of the torrent of raging desire that was keeping my blood on fire. For despite my calm appearance of business as usual, I was anything but, for minxie in her delightful wisdom decided to poke a tiger with a stick. Her little seduction in car park was as surprising as it was calculated and though I maintained my aloof exterior there was only a veneer of civility restraining me from raping her on the spot. When the soft caress of her lips met mine my heart stopped and when the sweet nectar of her tongue stroked mine, my body exploded in desire so intense it almost splintered my bones.

She was gone before I could react and I was left burning with lust so potent I secluded myself for fear of consuming those around me, as I did not believe there was a whore alive who could withstand the flames of this desire. Minxie finally had her wish, for her little charade had seeped through the crevices of my resolve and I spent a sleepless night consumed with a lust that no amount of venting could sate. I awoke upon sheets sodden from sweat and desire, both exhausted and electrified by the fires she ignited. I am no fool, I knew her little stunt had been designed to distract me from the secretive charades of her little cohorts and her decision was as delicious as it was unexpected. I awoke with the plan to install myself at her premises until I was able to bring this little romance to the conclusion I desired and was in fact on my way to her when a minion rudely interrupted me with a call. I could feel the tendrils of anger flick at my soul when he informed me that the mountain had arrived at her door laden with the bribe of breakfast pastries.

I waited for his departure and as the morning sped onwards I could feel his continued presence weighing upon my day. Minxie usually gave the mountain short shrift and he would leave after a decent interval but this day his lingering caused an ocean of fury to rise. Before I could orchestrate his removal her housekeeper departed, leaving me certain he would be next, however this was not to be and the shadow of this mountain remained, causing my need for distraction. If I could not dislodge him during the day then I would ensure she had my company in the evening but either way minxie was not going to escape the consequences of her little charade. As the tendrils of dusk filled the town I looked over the lights flickering on streets and in buildings, chasing the shadows back into the crevices that held their secrets. I assumed the mountain was still present as no one had informed me of his departure and my simmering anger turned my blood into acid when the thought struck me that she might be burning bridges in all aspects of her life. Again minxie forces me to expose myself and before I realised my actions I am in my car and driving to her home. If removing him takes describing every orgasm of his in detail then I shall, for this avalanche has no boundaries and I will now take what is rightfully mine.

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