The Devil's Lusty Lady

The Woman Behind the Mask

If you noticed Lady on the streets or even at her work space, you'd never suspect that she were capable of the accusations that were being made against her. From an outward appearance, she seemed like an average, single introverted female that focused more time into her work than anything else. To imagine that a woman with such an innocent smile, soft laugh and caring heart could be so devious was beyond belief to any that came in contact with this particular woman; however, there had recently been a rumor spreading through out the small town that this woman wasn't what she seemed. Innocence was a stretch and all a part of her mind games that she played on society to gain her desires, secretively and never once be seen as anything other than a harmless being, when in fact she was a conniving perpetrator, devouring many that had fallen prey to her immoral hunt.

Lady didn't fear the rumors because she knew that her demeanor told a different story and she knew that others wouldn't see her as an overly attractive, sensual being because of the persona that she's put on for the last twenty five years of her life. She knew that regardless of how many times this particular male spoke out against her that his words would float through the air and evaporate; they were useless. She had worked hard on masking the truth and she was thankful for constantly remembering to cover her tracks, after all, having a victim escape her grasp with the truth of whom she really was, was a first. She knew that she had to be more careful from now on, choosing her victims wisely. She couldn't risk reality by letting her skeletons fall out of her closet for the world to see.

Lady spent most of her morning in the office as if nothing were wrong and if others weren't staring, deciding whether or not they wanted to believe she had betrayed them or if the desperate pleas of the mail carrier were accurate about this seemingly mysterious woman. Lady continued to act as if nothing were different, smiling and speaking in her soft tone and going about her day as natural as possible; however, she knew that she'd have to face the dupe sooner or later. Walking the path toward the mail room, with a smile across her face she was determined to shut him up, once and for all.

Clyde was standing with his back toward the door to the mail room, removing letters from bins and organizing them to go in their particular boxes, when he heard the soft sound of a door close, followed by a click. Before turning to face reality, he suspected the presence in the room to belong to his once lover, Lady. "Good morning Clyde."

Chills ran down his spine as her words floated through the air and hit him straight in his heart. To think that he once loved this woman made him cringe but he knew the racing of his heart would tell a different story, his heart still belonged to her. He was determined to keep his back to her, listening as her foot steps made their way over to the space in which he was standing, unable to breathe. He feared falling into her trap again and he knew that that was why she was there. Suddenly a strong warm sensation overtook his entire body as she placed her hand on his shoulder, leaning her body up against his to move in close enough for him to feel her breath on his ear, "I know what could make you feel better." Her hand moved down his body, along his side and stopping at his waist.

"I know that it'd make me feel a lot better to have you deep inside of me, again." Her hand slid along the front side of his pants, she began massaging his rock hard c**k through his jeans. He closed his eyes, shamed that he had allowed her to turn him on. He knew he'd regret it but he turned to face her and once their eyes locked, he could no longer control his own thoughts or actions, he leaned in and kissed her long and hard.

Clyde yanked her up, quickly and she wrapped her legs around his waist, he turned and slammed her into the wall, her lips roaming all over his face and neck, her fingers clawing at his back. "Clyde, make love to me." The words struck his heart and that's when he realized that he was falling back into her trap, quickly he dropped her. He stuck out his arm as she came to approach him, pushing her away.

"I haven't forgotten who you are and I'm not going to let you rope me into your little games so that I can be broken all over again." Clyde was the passionate one of all the victims, both previous and present, but what he didn't know was that of all her prey, he actually stood out. It was more than his passionate kisses and generous thrusts, so much more than that. Lady just wasn't willing to admit it nor was she able to stop the lust in her heart that she had for so many others just to be with this one man, even if he did make her heart skip a beat.

"Have it your way Clyde, I know you'll come crawling back to me. They always do." She straightened out her shirt, walked past him without a second glance and headed straight back to work as if nothing had occurred in the mail room, a place where she had first made love to this man. A man that also happened to be the first man (or person, for that matter) to ever turn her down. He watched her sway out of the mail room and as soon as she was out of eye sight, he fell straight to the floor. She always knew how to make him weak in his knees.

Clyde spent the rest of his work day avoiding Lady to the best of his abilities but he knew that no matter what he did, she'd spend the rest of her life trying to get him back. What Lady hated more than the knowledge that it was indeed possible for a man to escape her, she hated knowing that a man no longer desired her and was able to resist temptation. This enraged her and the rage would lead her down a dark, dangerous path but she didn't care. She thought that if she sought revenge if she found other slaves that Clyde would become jealous, that he'd ultimately come crawling back. She was determined even though Clyde was equally determined to prevent Lady from gaining her deepest most inner desires.

The only problem was that Clyde didn't know that inside of Lady was a normal human heart and it's beat was for him. If Lady were able to control her own lustful desires, you could say that she loved Clyde, but the thought is humorous to those that know the truth of Lady and her devious s****l encounters. The only thing left was determination and which ones were strong enough to win out the game that Lady was destined to play until her untimely death. Clyde had no desires to love a woman with the inability to remain monogamous and Lady wasn't going to live without Clyde nor was she willing to give up the desires of her lustful heart.