Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Deadly Curves by Orghum


On a tranquil May afternoon in the spring of 1986, a young man sits reading the newspaper on a shaded bench in a remote, partially secluded corner of a large public park, waiting to meet his contact. He is to deliver a computer chip that had been developed at the research installation at which he had been working for almost a decade hoping to produce a new microchip which would revolutionize the computer industry.  He had managed to secure a copy of the prototype of the component and slip it past the security sensors of the building earlier in the day.

            He spots an unusually dressed young woman advancing towards him. She is wearing a form-fitting, black vinyl dress that accentuates her shapely figure; the deep red color and stylized bob cut of her hair indicate a wig. Black wraparound sunglasses contrast with a full mouth coated in a glossy deep crimson, and a choker with small stones adorns her neck. Her full-length sleeveless dress ends in a slit up the left leg that reveals a pair of black high-heeled boots. Her arms, attractively wrapped in skin-tight gloves that stretch halfway to her elbows, extend from pale shapely shoulders. Despite the unusual appearance she presented, her movements seem fluid, not contrived, with a confident poise that testified to an innate grace.

            He grows apprehensive as she approaches; he reaches for the handle of his holstered gun. Had not her tight outfit indicated that she was unarmed, he would have pulled his weapon, concerned that his security had been compromised. She stops a few feet in front of him and asks, “Are you Benjamin Calhoun?” He nods in confirmation and she sits down next to him. Still wary of her, his hand remains inside his jacket as she continues in a soft, reassuring tone, “Derrick Francis sent me. He said to tell you ‘I love you’.” His tension eases as he hears the coded message, but he still maintains an alert cautiousness. As she removes her sunglasses, he curiously notes the ring on her right hand, fashioned in the form of a black widow spider with the trademark red hourglass-shape on its black body.

            “Interesting ring,” he remarks as he lifts his gaze to her face. He is met there by extraordinarily large, round eyes, heavily lined in black with smoky-shaded lids. Their dramatic impact is offset by a creamy, luminous complexion, and he finds himself irresistibly drawn to her. His gaze explores her features, settling on her stunning lips, and as he focuses on the glowing olive pupils surrounded by a placid whiteness, his suspicions start to recede, he grows transfixed and his hand drops from inside his jacket.

            Having allowed him to become suitably enchanted, her lips form a delicious smile and she says, “Yes, the black widow is my anima, my animal spirit, she inspires and guides me with her energy.” She presents her hand for appraisal, “Don’t you find her bewitching?” He appears to hang on her words now; at a loss for words, he can only respond with a nod. Calmed by her soothing voice, his attention drawn to her captivating mouth as she speaks, he listens to her continue, “Derrick was unable to meet you, so I took his place.” Her vinyl-encased fingers travel across his leg to softly rest on his hand, the sensation drawing him more deeply into the spell. “I hope you don’t mind.”

            He is aware that this is not the procedure that had been outlined. Likewise he is curious that Derrick never mentioned another partner. But his concerns about security waver as he finds himself absorbed in her enchanting allure. As she lifts her hand to gently caress his cheek with the back of her vinyl clad hand, his resistance fades quickly. He clears his throat, and his building desire to please her enables him now to respond, “The tests have been positive, the chip will effectively revolutionize the computer design industry. Its size and capacity should provide the standard for the next generation.” Her seductive lips express approval and encouragement as he proceeds, “I uploaded the virus into their files; that should set them back at least six months.”

            Continuing to tenderly stroke his face, she enticingly intones, “Do you have something for me?” He opens the lead-lined compartment under the face of his watch, with which he had eluded the X-ray machines that his company utilized to deter theft. He removes the chip and hands it to her. “Here is the prototype.” Accepting it, she carefully places it in a compartment located behind one of the stones in her necklace.

            “Thank you, Benjamin. You have done well. I’d like to show you my gratitude for your cooperation in a special way,” she enticingly suggests, still holding him spellbound with her smile. “Would you like that?”

            His arousal complete, he nods, his entire world now filled with his desire for her. As she inches closer to him, their thighs meet and her arms slide to behind his head, elbows resting on his shoulders, as she leans forward to whisper in his ear, “I thought so.” He shudders at the sensation of her warm breath on his ear as she rotates the ring on her finger. She traces the edge of his ear with her tongue while her fingertips skillfully explore the spot where his cranium meets the neck. Locating the top of his spinal cord, she depresses the trigger on the top of her ring to release a small needle from the area of the hour glass.

            “Now, relax, my darling. Listen to my voice and don’t be afraid. Give yourself to me and succumb to the sting of my kiss.” He hardly feels the needle as she expertly insinuates it into his neck, his ability to recognize danger completely overridden now by her commands, as he remains enraptured. “That’s it, darling, drift into my embrace, let it capture you in its warm, comforting hold.”

            A growing numbness begins to invade his rapture as she continues to introduce the black widow venom into his artery, specially chosen because it leads directly to his cerebral cortex. She knows from experience the sudden devastating effect of an injection in this particularly vulnerable spot. “Let the black widow’s kiss consume you in its deadly embrace as it did Derrick.” He gazes helplessly at the look of cruel triumph that overcomes her beautiful face as she withdraws the needle, pressing the mechanism to return the needle back into the ring. Cradling the back of his head with one hand and supporting his weight with the other, she then guides his dying body to lie prone on the bench.

            He looks up at her, no longer able to move. She tenderly caresses his face one final time and teasingly blows him a kiss. As he surrenders to death, she places his newspaper over him, looking to all appearances like a man taking an afternoon nap.

 

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