STANLEY – 16
Rated M for mature content.
“Why, of course ma chère amie!” He immediately replied. “What do you need my help for?”
“I know this is going to sound a bit crazy but…” Stephanie paused for a second, reflecting on what she was about to say.
Did she really trust him? Was he going to react as she thought he would? But, most of all, was she ready to do what she had planned? The young woman sighed, rubbing her forehead nervously before deciding that yes, she was ready to get revenge.
“There is someone I want to kill.” She simply added after a few seconds of silence.
She didn’t immediately look up at the man sitting in front of her, fearing his reaction, but when she did she found him looking at her with a surprised look.
“Excusez moi, you want to kill someone? That’s what you said right? I didn’t hear wrong?” Michel asked slowly as he looked at her with a frown.
“Yes, that’s what I said.” Replied Stephanie, steeling her nerves.
“But who? And why?” Asked the man in his thirties.
Stephanie hadn’t quite expected that reaction, she had imagined Michel jumping back and yelling at her, telling her she was crazy to think about doing something like that, but instead he seemed strangely calm.
“The Duck.” She simply replied and Michel’s eyes widened as he understood.
“Oh.” He said before becoming silent for a moment. “Because of what happened at the bank? You want to avenge those poor people?”
“Yeah, partly because of that. But also because I have a personal grudge against him, he did something I will never be able to forgive him for and I want to see him gone from this world!” She explained with a calm voice though her anger towards the master criminal could be felt in her words.
“I see.” The man with the neatly trimmed beard replied. “Mais why now and why me?” He asked, seemingly puzzled by these facts.
“Because you are the only one I can count on right now.” Explained Stephanie. “You listened to my story and you didn’t chase me away, you helped me. And also because I somehow trust you.”
Michel looked at her with a strange look, it was a mix of compassion, pride and lust. Men! Thought Stephanie with a sigh as she realized he had stolen a quick look at her chest through the shirt. Strangely though, the guy seemed to care about her, even if it was less about her ordeals than about her body, but she didn’t care, as long as she could use him it was fine.
“Okay, but pourquoi now? Why not later? And why do you think it is your job to get him?” He then asked, letting once again his curiosity take over.
“Because of The Prophecy.” Stephanie simply replied, taking a last sip of her wine.
“Oh.” Said Michel once again. “Okay dans ce cas, I will help you my dear!” He exclaimed with a smile as he also finished his glass in one sip.
He put his glass back down on the table and nearly fell on the ground as Stephanie jumped on him, tearing of the shirt she was wearing and throwing away the boxer shorts that covered the little not-so-little-actually it could cover and they both ended up on the cold ground in a naked mess of flesh and moans once more.
To be continued…