Fatal Attraction

OCEAN BEACH
San Diego, California

Fentin opened the door to his beachfront home. He quickly strolled over to the mounted security alarm. He punched in the security code and kicked the door close. He placed his luggage near the door and walked over to the table that held his answering machine; he turned it on and deleted the unimportance messages.

‘Fentin, this is Shaylynn, I am having a lovely time in Russia. I wish you were here with me, love you, bye.’

Fentin turned off the answering machine. His telephone instantly rang. He snatched it out the cradle and placed the receiver up to his ear.

“Hello.”

No one said anything.

“Hello.”

No one said anything.

Fentin placed the telephone receiver back into the cradle. He mounted the first step.

His telephone rang again.

“Shit.” He walked back over to the telephone stand and lifted the telephone receiver from out of the cradle. He placed it up to his ear.

“Hello.”

ATMOSPHERE APARTMENTS
San Diego, California

Julie covered the mouthpiece of the telephone receiver.

“Hello

Fentin slammed the telephone down.

Julie gently placed the telephone receiver back down in the cradle.

“This will be the last time you mess around with my emotions Mr. Windsor.”

Julie grabbed her jacket and an envelope. She walked to the door, opened it, and walked out. She pulled the door close and walked to her vehicle.

PACIFIC HEIGHTS
San Francisco, California

“Buttercup, have you heard from Shaylynn?”

“Come to think of it, no I haven’t.”

Quinton palmed his cheek.

“How long has she been in Russia?”

“Two weeks now.”

“Two weeks.”

“Not to worry Einstein, I have her interpreter’s telephone number, and where she is staying. I did not want to appear over worried. I really think she has learned a lesson from the last time.”

“Since, I agree with you on behalf of our daughter’s personal affairs. I suggest we let Shaylynn handle her own business.”

“I must certainly agree.”

“Now, as I you said; since we are on speaking terms. Come here Buttercup.”

“Sometimes, I can’t discern whose more physical aggressive, you or me?”

“Maybe you should take me back upstairs and maybe we can figure it out.”

The telephone rang.

“The walls have ears Einstein.”

Quinton laughed. He walked over to the antique table and lifted the telephone receiver from out the cradle. He placed it up to his ear.

“This is The Forrester’s residence.”

OCEAN BEACH
San Diego, California

“Good evening, Mr.… Mr. Forrester, I did not want to bother you, but have you heard from Shaylynn.”

Quinton looked over at Shamika.

“Aah, yes she called once to advise us, she made it to Russia. Moreover, she will be tied up touring, something about, a bad connection using an international extension.”

The doorbell rang.

“Can you hold on Mr. Forrester?”

“Yeah.”

Fentin placed the telephone receiver on the nightstand, walked out his bedroom, and then down the staircase. He strolled over to the door and opened it.

“Julie, what the fuck are you doing at my door!”

“We need to talk, please.”

“Julie, I have a restraining order against you.”

“I thought you may be interested in something I obtained on your wivey.”

“What me and my wife does, is no concern of yours.”

“Even if she finds emotional comfort in the arms of another man.”

“Julie, I do not have time for games.”

Julie lifted a manila envelope from out her jacket pocket. She opened it, and withdrew several photographs. She held them up for Fentin to view. She returned the envelope back to her side pocket.

“I say, you dear wivey, is not the innocent little bitch she claims to be?”

Fentin snatched the photographs from out Julie’s hand and peered closer. He lifted his head.

“Where the fuck did you get this shit from!”

“It appears, your wife, is not only dancing on stage in Russia, but dancing in someone else’s bed.”

Fenton threw the photographs on the carpet.

“Julie, get the fuck away from my door!”

“Look me in my face and tell me you do not feel anything for me. Come on Fentin, there are no lights, cameras, or anyone else around.”

Fentin palmed his cheeks down.

“I think you are mentally deranged; now I’ll be kind, when I say this, get the fuck off my doorstep! Before, I call the cops on your crazy ass.”

Julie looked at Fentin long and hard. She reached in the side pocket of her jacket and pulled out a small caliber handgun.

“What would you tell them, you shot an innocent woman?”

“You are really….”

Julie cracked Fentin across the face with the punt of her handgun.

“Now, things are going to change for the best, move dammit!”

Julie backed Fentin up. She closed the door and locked it.

“I told you I love you, but no you took me for granted. I told you that bitch is no good for you.”

Fentin backed up.

“Stop right there.”

Fentin stopped.

“Turn around.”

Fentin turned round.

Julie hit him on the back of his head.

Fentin dropped to his knees.

“Did you think, I would go away, after you and your faggot friends planned my demise?”

“I…”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Julie bent down on her knees.

“This is what I want from you, and if you try anything remotely funny, I will put a plug in your ass. Do we understand each other?”

Fentin remained silent.

Julie ran the nozzle of the gun barrel, over the back of Fentin’s head. She applied pressure to the raised lump.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yeah yeah.”

“Good.” Julie stood. “I need you to stand and no funny shit, I would hate to kill you before I’ve accomplished my goal.”

Fentin slowly stood. He slightly wobbled to regain his stance.

“Move it.”

Julie pushed Fentin forward.

The blood running down his head blinded his vision.

“You won’t get away with this.”

“I think you must ask yourself; can you get away with this. Turn around.”

Fentin turned around.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Fuck you.”

Julie cocked her gun and pointed it at Fentin’s chest.

“Take off your fucking clothes.”

Fentin looked around his home for something to grab.

“Now! I do not have all day.”

Fentin pulled his shirt from out the waistband of his denim jeans and took it off. He tossed his shirt on the chaise. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the closure, and then unzipped his jeans; he pulled his jeans, and then his brief down his legs. He pulled them off his legs and kicked them aside. He straightened his posture.

“What a shame, you’re not man enough for that ungraceful bitch of a wife. I need you to walk to the couch and take a seat, remember, I have my eyes on you.”

Fentin took a deep breath, walked to his couch, and took a seat.

Julie dug inside her jacket side pocket and pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs. She threw them at Fentin.

“Put them on.”

“Julie, we can talk about this shit.”

“You are a selfish bastard, this is not about you any longer, haven’t you noticed. Now put the damn handcuffs on your wrists! Wait, put your hands behind your back, and then cuff yourself.”

Fentin lifted the handcuffs from off the couch and placed one on his wrists inside a cuff, he snapped it closed. He placed his other wrist behind his back and fumbled to snap the cuff around his other wrist.

Julie placed the gun inside the waistband of her pants. She walked over to a lamp and snatched the cord out the wall. She took the lampshade off and walked over to where Fentin sat. She pulled the gun back out the waistband of her pants and pointed the gun down at Fentin’s dick.

“Woo…come on Julie…think about this shit.”

“Don’t worry, that part stays.”

Julie gathered Fentin’s feet together and tied the brown cord around his legs.

The base of the lamp dug into the back of his ankles.

Julie lifted her jacket from off the carpet and placed her gun inside the side pocket. She threw her jacket on the chaise.

Julie stepped back and slowly removed her clothes.

Fentin tuned away from the sight.

“Look at me dammit! Look at what you’ve been missing out on, in spite of loving that white bitch who cannot even return your love.”

“Stay away from me you fucking deranged crazy bitch!”

Julie bent over and lifted her pair of panties from off the floor. She leaned over and placed them inside Fentin’s mouth. She straddled Fentin’s thighs.

“You will do exactly as I say, or your ass is dead.”

Fentin grunted through the mouth covering.

Julie slowly lifted off Fentin. She got on her knees, and kissed Fentin’s lower stomach. She kissed over his hairy chest wall.

“You are so handsome, and I do love you Fentin.”

Julie kissed one of Fentin’s nipples.

Fentin grunted louder.

Julie reached down and stroked her palm up and down Fentin’s penis.

“Uum, you’re a very big boy.”

She lifted his semi-flaccid manhood and kissed the tip.

Julie opened her mouth and shielded Fentin’s manhood inside.

The tip touched the back of her throat.

“Uum.” She inched her mouth off and then kissed around the head of his shaft. “I’ve always wondered how your dick will feel inside my mouth.”

Julie caressed the hard structure of his manhood. She kissed over the tip.

Fentin’s head hit the couch cushion.

“See, I know you want me Fentin, you are just too damn afraid to admit it.”

Julie palmed Fentin’s manhood and placed the engorged flesh back inside her mouth. She caressed over the tip, teased around the fatten helmet, and then suckled it.

Fentin closed his eyes.

Julie increased her carnal actions of her mouth.

The back of Fentin’s head dipped into the couch cushion.

Julie licked up and down the taut skin of Fentin’s erection. She sniffed under his scrotum sac and then took the baggy skin inside her mouth; she gently rolled his testicles around. She allowed his testicles to fall back within place. She palmed Fentin’s dick and then eased her lips down on it; she suckled it as her mouth bobbed up and down. She pumped the solid flesh quicker.

Fentin grunted and arched his back. His cum shot to the back of Julie’s throat, and then tumbled down her throat. Fentin’s body shuddered.

Julie licked around the glossed-smeared tip.

“I love you so much Fentin.”

She kissed over Fentin’s groin tenderly and then stood; she straddled his lap. Julie reached down for Fentin’s semi-flaccid manhood and positioned it near the door of her pussy. She grabbed Fentin around his neck. She kissed his eyes; she kissed the pair of panties protruding from out his mouth. Julie massaged her breasts, pulled on her nipples, and then climaxed.

“Oh Fentin…I swear I love you and could make you happy.” She moved her pussy back and forth, smearing her climax over his groin region.

 She kissed his earlobe and whispered in his ear, “Are you ready for my little surprise?”

Julie slowly backed off Fentin. She looked around his beach house. Julie walked over to a wall and repeatedly banged her head against it. She ran into the glass dining room table, injuring her pelvis.  She slowly limped over to where Fentin sat. Julie leaned over and drew her hand back. She smacked Fentin and then scratched his face. Julie ran up the staircase. She accidentally ran into Fentin’s bedroom and glanced around. She noticed the telephone receiver sitting idly by. She walked over to the nightstand and lifted the telephone receiver. She placed it up to her ear.

PACIFIC HEIGHTS
San Francisco, California

Quinton heard someone pick up the telephone.

“Man, what took you so damn long?”

“Help me; he’s…he’s trying to kill me.”

“Who the hell is this!”

“The address is 1607 Ocean Beach. He..., he raped me.”

“Shamika get up here!”

Shamika ran up the staircase.

Quinton placed the telephone call on speaker.

“Who is this?”

“Fentin just raped me, and beat me up.”

Julie placed the telephone receiver back on the cradle. She lifted the receiver back up and dialed 9ll.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“I…he raped and beat me up.”

“Is the perpetrator still in the home ma’am?”

“Yes, I’ve locked myself inside the bedroom, but he is banging on the door.”

“We have dispatched the police.”

Julie placed the telephone receiver back inside the cradle. She rushed back down the staircase and ran over to where Fentin sat. She lifted her jacket from off the chaise, and fished inside her pocket. She lifted the gun and wiped her fingerprints from off it with the sleeve of her jacket. She threw her jacket back on the chaise and rushed over to where Fentin sat; she lifted his wrists from behind his back.

“Get the fuck away from me!”

Julie forcedly placed the tips of Fentin’s fingers over the barrel of the gun. She hit herself over the head with the barrel. She heard the police sirens getting closer. She placed the gun on the carpet and then fumbled to untie the cord from around Fentin’s ankles. She removed her panties from out his mouth and wiped his head with it; she threw the panties down on the carpet. Julie leaned Fentin up, leaned backwards, and then lifted her jacket from off the chaise. She dipped inside the pocket for the key to the handcuffs and then threw the jacket back on the chaise. In her haste she clumsily removed both handcuffs. Julie shoved the key under the couch. She placed one handcuff over her wrist and snapped it; she duplicated her action with the other wrist, and then snapped it. She lifted the gun from off the carpet.

“You will not get away with this, you psycho bitch.”

“I already have.”

Someone banged on the door.

Julie started to stream.

“Stay away from me Fentin please.”

“This is the police, open up.”

“No Fentin please get away from me.”

Julie shot Fentin in his upper shoulder blade. She dropped the gun to the carpet.

The door was abruptly pushed open.

“Stand up.”

“As you see, I’m fucking bleeding.”

“If I have to ask you again sir, I will Taser you.”

“Ain’t this about a fucking bitch.”

Fentin stood up. The wound to his shoulder was now bleeding profusely and throbbing in intensity

“Turn around and place your hands over your head.”

Fentin complied. He was handcuffed and led out his residence.

“Ma’am we will transport you to the hospital, there, one of our officers will get a statement and remove the handcuffs”

Julie started to cry.

“I thought he was going to kill me.”

“It’s over now.”

Julie was escorted outside to a waiting ambulance. She looked over at Fentin in the back of a squad car. She smiled to herself.

“Be careful ma’am.”

“Thank you.”

An EMT helped Julie up into the ambulance.


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