MADAM SATAN [18+]

ONE

“His hands clawing on his neck as he gasps for air, then one hand directed at me begging me to do something, anything, but I stand there with a smirk playing on my lips. At that moment, he realizes that the naive w***e is responsible for what’s happening he tries to attack but the poison is stronger. He collapses, his eyes still on me and mine on his, making sure I am the last thing he sees. I watch his hands slip away from his neck and life slip away from eyes. He draws his last breath.” Lola reveals her beautiful memory of last night to the terrified man sitting across to her. 

She craves the fear and this man is so quick to give it. His eyes dancing around looking for his bodyguards, too bad they didn’t put up a fight. Lola places her left hand on the gun which she had laid on the table minutes before he started cowering in fear. 

“Enough about me, how will you want to die?” Lola gives her best smile, the adrenaline pumping in her veins. Every kill is like her first, she lives for this moment. 

“P-please, anything you want.” The man that wanted to devour her the minute she came through the door is gone, she is left with a scared baby.

 Is it only Lola that gets horny at her victims' scream? Its music to her ears but this guy is making this boring for her. 

“I am offended,” Lola places her hands on her chest feigning hurt. “Why do I always get asked that?” 

The man sitting is the one who gave the ordered to open fire on the protesters outside his mansion, three days ago. He is the Mayor of Redwood, Tim Parker, he ordered the immediate evacuation of tenants in five buildings after settling the landlords, and he is going to break down those houses for a hotel. 

 He does not look like a big shot now that he knows who is actually in charge. 

“Since you are asking, what can you do for me?” Lola removes her hand from the gun, adjusting her black glove. 

Tim took a deep breath already thinking he can bribe his away out of this, little does he know. 

“A mil-million dollars, half of Redwood, just name it,  I will get it for you.” He is bolder than he was seconds ago, maybe because he feels he is taking control of the situation. 

“Well, I don’t want any of that.” With those few words, Lola takes control again and Tim is back to cowering.  

“W-who are you? What do you wa-want?” His hands shaking, his feet tapping on the ground, viciously, and for the first time in years, he thought of his family which he had abandoned two years ago for politics. Tim isn’t going down without a fight, he thinks of grabbing the gun on the table before Lola picks it up. 

That he tries to do but Lola is faster. “You don’t want to do that, things can get ugly.” Lola shakes her head holding out the gun, directing it to him.

“The only thing you can give me is the satisfaction of a job well done.” Lola smile fades away, she is bored already.

“P-please,” Tim begs, tears welling up in his eyes.

“As for my name it’s Lola but I guess you can also call me, Madam Satan.” Lola pulls the trigger, in less than a second the bullet went through his forehead and like that her victim’s head falls like a meal on the dinner table. 

Lola stands putting her gun in her purse, after which she adjusted her short sultry dress then she stops to stare at the dead body. “See you in hell.” She walks out with a satisfied smirk on her face. 

One down, many more to follow 

 ****

“The unknown assassin strikes again taking the life of Mayor Parker in his home of residence, he was found this evening with a bullet in his head. When will these cruel act end? Our hearts go out to the people of Redwood and his family.” Lola is standing in front of the television in her red victoria secret underwear with a glass of red wine, celebrating a job well done. 

“Cruel?” Lola throws her left hand up in defeat. “I am basically Robin Hood.” She empties the content of her glass as she stares at the TV presenter’s face, no longer listening to her words.

Lola turns to her man candy, Jaime, who has been staring at her ass since she stood 20 minutes ago. He is laying in nothing but his boxers, giving a perfect view of his hard chest and his well-defined abs, making Lola forget why she is pissed. 

“What can I say? People are ignorant.” He pretends to be staring at his phone not obsessing over her backside or any other part of her body. The truth is when she is not looking, Jamie is always staring, trying to take a mental picture of every movement, every smile even though she rarely gives those, every hair flip of her raven black hair and every smirk when she has completed a task. She is perfect, at least that what Jamie sees.  

“Why don’t you come over here and I will give you the superhero treatment you deserve.” Jamie drops his phone on the nightstand, and his eyes were back on her, feeding his eyes with her beauty. 

“Hmmm, tempting,” Lola purposely swaying her hips as she walked over to drop the glass cup on the table strategically placed in the middle of the room. Jamie groans, her movement causes the bulge under his underwear to increase painfully, all he can think of was throwing her on that table and exploring every inch of her like it’s their first time. 

Lola walks to the bed, throws her left leg over his waist as she climbs the bed and sits on top of him. He guides her small waist, making her sit on his painfully hard d**k.

“You feel it?” He groans, his hands traveling to her butt, grabbing her soft cheeks. Lola smirks at how hard he is and she is barely doing anything, she could feel his little friend pushing on her lacy panties.

“Oh,” she lets out a soft moan as she shifts a little, making Jaime go crazy. He is crazy over her. 

“Stop playing around.” He manages to say before flipping her in an instant, exchanging their position and pinning her hands down before she does something that brings out the animal in him.  

“I have to say, superheroes are hard to please.” Lola bits down on her lips, staring at him with those innocent eyes that she manages to have in spite of the bad things she has done. She is pure sin and he is more than ready to go to hell with her. 

“I guess I will die trying.” He captures her mouth with his, kissing her with all the s****l frustration she had pent up in him. His kisses travel down her neck while his hands trail up her hips to her waist. 

Lola lets out a low moan when Jaime’s carnal mouth found the skin on the top of her boobs, which is not covered by her lacy bra. Her hand travels down his back while the second in his blonde hair. 

His left hand finds its way up her back, touching her bra. Lola helps him by lifting herself so he can unclasp her bra, just then Lola’s phone buzzes. 

“Don’t look at it.” Jaime groans into her ears but he already knows she will definitely look at it. Lola didn’t even need to say anything. He climbs off her, falling on the bed beside her as she reaches for her phone on her nightstand. 

“Is that mother?” He looks into her phone with her, knowing it is details of her next kill. 

“Yeah,” Lola swipes to read the text, ignoring the weight of Jaime’s head on her shoulder. 

Her eyes widened at the name that popped up along with the picture, her heart racing as she gulped hard.

“Is that…?” Jaime barely completes his sentence before Lola nods. She drops her phone before turning to him with a smirk on her face. She has been waiting for this for as long as she can remember. 

“Fort Reid.” Lola pushes Jaime back on the bed before she climbs on him and guides his hands to her bra. His hands skilfully unclasp it as he maintained eye contact. She smirks as she can see lust in his eyes, waiting for the bra to come off like a kid unwrapping his Christmas present. 

“Mother is finally letting me get my revenge.” She slowly takes off her bra. “And I am more than ready.” 

6 YEARS AGO

Change, so overrated but almost everyone at Fountain High change one thing or the other after summer break. Their appearance, their attitude, their lifestyle or the friends they keep. With all changes made, they all fall back to the similar cycle they are trying to run from.

Some don't bother changing, like the fury queens they are too perfect for change or maybe, they are afraid to. They are always gathered at the locker close to the jocks wearing revealing clothing to show off their summer tan.

The nerds are too busy trying to get into their dream college to change. You’ll see them walking fast in the hallway to get to class early or to avoid the jocks who bully them.

The jocks, they don't care to change, always gathered attacking a nerd or looking for a girl that fits in their new conquest. Then there is Brandon, the leader of the jocks pushing a new kid to the ground.

As mentioned earlier, change is overrated

"Why don't you pick on someone your size?" Lola stops in front of the jocks and the fury queens. She bit down on her lips as she stares at her freshly shaved boyfriend who has a wicked smirk on his face, the jocks whistling and making unnecessary noise at her statement.

Lola and Brandon have been dating for 2 years now. Even if she won't admit it, Lola is surprised that they lasted this long. They started talking at detention and Lola found him funny and soon she started going to detention even though she did nothing wrong, just so they could hang out. 

"Relax babe, we were just showing the new boy around." Lola looks down at the guy who is on the ground, looking for his glass which was knocked off when he was thrown. Lola notices this and spots the glasses near her sneakers. She kicks it over to him as she sends him a smile.

"He's the new sheriff son, its only right we toughen him up." Lola directs her eyes on the person talking trash. 

It was John, Brandon's best buddy, total asshole.

"Says the guy that sleeps with his teddy bear," She retorts, laughter erupts from the group and as some mocking him. 

"Nice hair, Lola." Ashanti, one of the fury queens, comments on the blonde highlights on Lola's hair. Lola smiles, acknowledging her compliment, the other girls pretend to just notice it. She has no problems with the fury queens.

They are cool.

"The hair suits you, babe." Brandon smiles at his girlfriend.

Lola made changes too. It’s a human thing to do.

"Don't babe me, you didn't pick me up this morning, I had to take the school bus." Lola folded her arms. She is a social person but it's not fun when everyone is staring at her and she knows what they are thinking.

She finally broke up with that asshole.

They are all waiting for the time they break up and being on the school bus not in his Jeep was a sign that they did.

"I had Practice. I make it up to you." He smiles at her making her anger melt.  He drags her closer having a better look at the best thing he knows that can ever happen to him. Lola might be shocked that they are still together, Brandon is more than shocked, and he fears every day that she will break up with him.

Brandon pushes the kid down again with his leg noticing he is getting up.

Lola glares at him as she can hear someone fall, she knows who kicked the new guy, making all the books he had already packed scatter on the floor.

"You love me." He whispered. Lola rolled my eyes as the bell was rung.

He is right, she loves him.

"Got to go," Lola and Brandon heard a couple of those words as they finally left her and Brandon alone.

"You are beautiful," Brandon whispers in her ear as he places his arms around her waist, his intoxicating scent hits her nostrils as she smiled. He guides her face to his and places his lips on hers. Her hands on his leather jacket, savouring movement of his lips on hers

"I have got to get to first period." She whispers on his lips. Lola withdraws staring at his chestnut brown eyes.

"Stay a bit, it's not like it's going to affect your straight A's."

"It won't but it will affect your grade, you promised to do better this semester." He's so dedicated to football but that is not all that's needed to get into college and Lola has been trying to get him to understand this.

"I know and I will mum." Brandon gave a dramatic salute, releasing her waist. Lola rolls my eyes as he pecks her.

He loves that she sees the best in him and try to make him see the best in himself. He is trying to do better for her and even though he is in high school, he is planning for a future with her.

"What are you staring at?" He glares at the new boy, who in fear drops his books again.

Clumsy,

"I should go." Lola nods as she watches my Brandon walk away.

She turns to see the poor boy still struggling to pick up his books, She bends down to help him.

"Hi, I'm Lola." She hands him the last book on the ground.

"Th- thanks, I- I am Fort." He looks uncomfortable or maybe he's just socially awkward.

"So what subject are you having now?" Lola asks carrying herself up.

"W-what? O-oh History." He stands up too, his hands shaking. He doesn't know why the petty girl is being nice to him but he would rather this than being thrown on the ground by her boyfriend.

"Great, I have history too, so follow me." Lola lets out a low laugh at the nervous boy as she walked ahead.