Turning Full Circle
Bruce had everything, a beautiful wife, rich in-laws. I suppose his downfall was his doting parents who kept on at him about his involvement and marriage to another person because it was out of British jurisdiction and it didn’t matter. For he was abroad on business. He owned his own firm that dealt with Aviation Fuels and meeting of all the executive staff to discuss future plans for the company. Things seemed to drag on from the intended two days he was hoping for and it turned out to be two weeks.
His moment of weakness happened one night at a local dive, thought to be a respectable establishment turning out to be nothing more than clandestine meeting of men and women looking for romance. Although their prime objective was someone they could persuade in conversation to take them back to their country of origin by marriage pointing out it would be a sham wedding that would be quickly annulled. A night of carnal pleasure would be on offer in the most provocative way. This is what happened to Bruce who had one drink too many and found himself in bed with the most desirable curvy creature he had ever laid eyes on and through the fogginess of the evening she had asked him for a dance, grabbed hold of his belted trousers and led him onto the dance floor.
Time was a whirl of cigarette smoke and haziness and the gap between their two thighs was suitably described as indecent. Bruce couldn’t help himself. No man would have been able to resist this siren of passion. The front of her dress was low and hardly covered her exquisite breast, a plunging neckline with no hint of a bra and that was all there was between the temptation of his fingers and his befuddled brain.
She could see through the mist of the room that his eyes betrayed what he wanted to do and she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. His hand lingered lightly over her and he bowed his head kissing her with a passion that he had never showed Samantha.
Suddenly he was awake, he remembered Samantha at home waiting for him and here he was on a bed stripped with this brunette astride him and doing things that made him gasp with passion. She laid on top of him, her breasts squashed against his chest and with a rhythmic motion he was in her and feeling indescribably sensational that he never felt with Samantha. Simone raised herself pushing her hands down each side of Bruce’s shoulders and lifted herself gently which gave a bit more leverage to Bruce’s efforts. Beads of perspiration were forming a line across her brow.
It was Simone’s plan to make more of their relationship. She had found out Bruce’s business background before meeting him and knowing he was already married, she was willing to go all the way. She hadn’t taken the pill for a month and waited for the right person to come along and she would let on after their love making how it was going to be.
Bruce thought he had done a good job. Simone had told him about herself after their fierce love-making and he remembered the visions of him riding horse-fashion. They had made love all night. It was a shame. He certainly wasn’t the right person to blackmail as Simone found to her cost. He had come out of the shower with a towel wrapped round his waist when Simone took the towel away from him and pressed her body against his, talking all the time. They fell on the bed and he obliged once more and then strangled her.
Bruce showered again and dressed quickly and left. Simone was lying on top of the bed, not moving. It was early. Five am. He walked away from the cottage about two miles before hailing a taxi. It was opportune, as there was a motel opposite and the taxi driver thought his passenger had come from that building.
Bruce attended the meeting trying not to feel flappable. As principal director he excused himself and caught an early flight home. He needed to visit his doctor at the first opportunity.
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Luckily for Bruce he didn’t have to have special treatment at a clinic as that would have been embarrassing.
Six months passed without incident and his love making to Samantha was exciting and shortly Samantha was pregnant with a baby boy. During this time Bruce was denied all physical contact although in a book he had read written by a lady doctor, it was okay to have sex when your wife was expecting. Samantha had other ideas and she chose to have a simple and quiet time until the birth.
Bruce had got into the habit of going home early and was about to leave as usual when his secretary came in with the letters he had asked her to type and he would have to sign. He had forgotten. Clarissa was a new secretary and had been hired by the department he had set up so he could get on with the main task of doing his job as manager.
Clarissa was one of those girls whose dress sense was nothing short of scandalous. She wore a skirt that barely hid the colour of her knickers and a plunging neckline to the waist with no visible bra. The one thing that was out of place was what one would describe as a choker, a scarf hanging round her neck, it didn’t go with the rest of her style of dressing. She wore a thick set pair of green spectacles and her hair was swept back in a bun. Her skin was slightly tinged as if she had been in the sun. By all accounts she was as plain as a pike-staff. Bruce sat down as she placed the letters in front of him. She moved as if to leave his office, but as she got to his door, she produced a key and locked it. Bruce didn’t suspect anything unusual, as he was too busy thinking of Samantha and the baby that would soon be born.
Clarissa walked back round to where Bruce was sitting and swung his chair round to face her. He had been writing his signature and the nib had made a scarred line across the page.
‘What the devil are you playing at?’
‘You don’t recognise me do you Brucey?’
‘Should I?’
‘It’s me – Simone. The one who you thought you had strangled. I had to lie very still on the bed and I watched you go down the road clutching your briefcase. While you were in the shower I removed some documents and I was able to have them doctored and from those papers I was able to convince the authorities that I was your secretary and had missed the flight you were on. I also took from your wallet your visa card and enough money to buy expensive clothes. I managed withdraw from your bank account before you put a stop when you reported it missing. It was easy to copy your signature.’
‘What now?’ said Bruce.
‘Well! What do you think we should do?’
‘I don’t think I need to do anything, but call the police.’
‘I wouldn’t if I was you.’
Simone produced photographs of them in compromising positions. ‘When you were in the bar at the local night club you were given a Mickey Finn. You were incapacitated and I was able to place you in positions as if you were having your wicked way with me. But I was weak and when I was sitting astride you, I was trying to revive you and that is when you took over.’
Bruce groaned. ‘How could I be so stupid?’
Clarissa or Simone stood straight and lifted her skirt and said, ‘Do you like the colour of my knickers?’
Bruce was stunned. He tried very hard to turn away from her see-through knickers, but was mesmerised by her hip movements and as he had been deprived of Samantha’s bed he was more than pleased to comply with Simone’s invitation.
Bruce was weak as well as fiercely brutal. the one trait that he had tried to suppress when he was a youth. He thought back to the young widow who had just lost her husband when Bruce was seventeen and he was hired by Mrs Clarke to do odd jobs and keep the garden tidy.
One day she asked him to help her move furniture and she started in her bedroom, she wanted the whole set of furniture to be placed differently. Mrs Clarke had nothing more than a shift over her bra and panties. She tripped and accidently on purpose saved herself by falling on her bed revealing her state of undress. Bruce being what he was flung himself on her and she protested, but not too much and soon Bruce became a man as he made love to her all day.
Daphne Clarke became possessive and demanded that he should present himself as she had other things that needed to be done and if he came up to her expectations she would pay him. Bruce couldn’t deny her the pleasure of his company and the exciting things he could do to her. Daphne wasn’t old, she was just 23 years. There was just a gap of six years between their ages, but it seemed improper at the time and besides Bruce had his career to think of, he wasn’t prepared to be Daphne’s Gigolo, he wanted more in life. Daphne was after excitement in their love-making and one night during one of these sessions, her screams were heard right across the countryside. Neighbours were seen to rush out of their homes wondering who was being murdered.
The late hours with Daphne and the piles of homework and revisions that had accumulated as he prepared himself for college and hopefully University took their toll. His parents were worried because of the dark shadows under his eyes and Bruce’s mother told Mrs Clarke that Bruce couldn’t visit her to do her odd jobs anymore because he was doing too much. The family moved and Daphne Clarke was just a dim vision of his past.
Bruce became aware of Simone’s presence as she had taken her top and knickers off and was writhing in a seductive movement. Bruce stood up and Simone undressed him. She grabbed his hands and she placed both his hands on her breasts and she gasped.
‘Well Brucey you haven’t lost your touch, you can still make me dance with delight!’
He cleared most of his desk and everything fell on the floor and he swung Simone round onto his desk. She was spread-eagled out and he was on top of her with such a force that the noise of her neck snapping on one of the corners of his desk was not heard by Bruce.
