Detective Jason Mansfield looked into the dark, penetrating smoldering eyes and could focus only on them and the startlingly beautiful face behind them. He was standing in front of Madame Magda as She focused Her captivating, hypnotic stare on the helpless, totally captivated policeman.
“You will do everything that I command, will you not?” She softly inquired. Read more…
He was nervous and late. He had just been out for his regular run. Then he realised that today was his first ballroom lesson at the “Trancing dancing” studio. He never could work out that title. Neither could he quite grasp why his instructor was called “Madamme Morphia”. Maybe today he was about to find out.
He rang the bell and the automatic door buzzed as he went in. He followed the signs to the studio. His curiosity was aroused to learn why some read “Don’t get too tired now”. Read more…
As Mark entered the office he couldn’t help but notice the large portrait of Mistress Harriot, of the Harriot School for Young Men. It occupied most of one wall of the office. As he approached it almost seemed to light up, coming strangely to life, glowing so that Harriot’s dark, intense and fascinating eyes looked straight at him. Her face was stunningly beautiful – in a stern, fierce, commanding sort of way.
Mark met the portrait’s gaze coolly enough but even this confident, arrogant young man found himself ever so slightly unnerved to think that very shortly she would be right there in this very room talking to him. It made him shudder! He had been told about her reputation from his father – but Harriot in the flesh . . .awesome, hypnotic, mysterious, if this portrait was any indication – might be something else again. He warned himself to be on guard. Read more…
Sometimes I enjoy being an entertainment reporter. Sometimes I hate it!
Today began as one of those in-between days . . . .
I was on my way to Beverly Hills to do an interview on that kids show hostess, Lela, but she wasn t big news anymore. Her show had already been cancelled a couple of years ago now. Read more…
It had been a long day at the client site, with a lot of seeming small issues that took up so much time. It was late and all I wanted to do was get something to eat, try to relax and get back to the hotel.
I think I had sampled just about everything on the hotel menu, so I was very pleased to see a small restaurant I hadn’t noticed before. I went down the steps into a dimly lit very discreet room. The tables looked like they would seat just 2 people each and they were in little booths. I ordered dinner and a bottle of Pinot Noir. I was checking some of my documentation for the following day and sipping some wine, when I noticed Her. She was sitting at a table diagonally across the room from me. She must have seen me looking, because Her lips curved in a beautiful smile and as She turned slightly in Her chair to face me, She crossed her long, long legs. She was wearing very black sheer stocking, and high spike black open toed heels. The gold ankle chain, sparkling in the candlelight caught my attention as she began to swing her leg slowly. Read more…
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