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Several minutes later there is a stir, followed by a hushed silence, as I came in. Jaclyn sees a rush of people move toward me, everyone wanting to welcome me at once. Jaclyn recognized me but knew nothing about me. When she asked the woman standing next to her who had arrived, she stared at Jaclyn for a moment, as if not understanding her question. Jaclyn’s eyes fixed on the woman next to her. ” Oh, that is John Malone,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. ” He’s the owner of this club and many others, and is a very powerful man. Everyone is extremely wary of him. I suggest you be likewise.” Jaclyn sensed fear in the woman’s reply and it unnerved her. Despite the warning, Jaclyn still has difficulty accepting that I really had so much power. She watched me cross the room. A shiver ran through her and suddenly she wished she had worn something less enticing.

As restlessness drives me to prowl the club tonight, I catch the irresistible scent of a woman, a woman ripe for me—a woman alone. I shift to my dangerous, feral Wolf form, ready to met this woman, Jaclyn, at all costs. Will she want me, if she knows the dark secret of my true nature, she won’t. I notice her and came across the room to greet her. As we exchanged a polite handshake, she noticed for the first time how large my hands and fingers were. At least I wasn’t perspiring, she thought. After we had talked for awhile, I told her to pay me a visit the next day. Though she feels a bit unsettled by my offer, she knew rejecting it is out of the question. I explained that I would send my driver for her at 11 AM. After her morning shower, Jaclyn donned a light yellow colored dress that buttoned up the front. It clung to her figure, pushing her breasts together to create a nice cleavage. It is short, but not too short, stopping about six inches about the knees. Upon arriving at my house, Jaclyn is amazed at how large it is. It seems to her almost palatial, at least in this neighborhood. As the car made its way up the long, semi-circular driveway, Jaclyn counted at least three security guards with dogs patrolling the grounds. Her anxiety begins to increase. Upon her entrance, I greeted her politely, led her to a comfortable chair and offered her a glass of wine. Though she appreciated my civilized manner, it did nothing to help calm her nerves. After we finished our wine, I looked directly at her. ” Look Jaclyn, I’ll come straight to the point,” I begin. ” I am, as I think you understand by now, a very wealthy and powerful man. I can get anything, how shall I say it, taken care of.” Jaclyn looked away from me and nodded her head. I smiled at her. Jaclyn stared at the remains in the bottom of her wine glass for a moment. ” I-I don’t think so. What do you mean by that?” she asked weakly. ” I mean to ask, have you ever spoken with the other women about my… sexual habits?” Jaclyn looked up at me. ” Yes, I’ve heard that, ah, a few of the women at the club have been one night stands for you,” she said, trying not to betray the apprehension she is beginning to feel.

My laugh is deep and guttural, filling the small room. I brought my hands together slowly in front of me, the fingertips touching. ” Well, let me tell you something,” I said. ” I many local women in my black book age 18 and above that are available to me.” Jaclyn tried to stay calm, but her anxiety level is climbing higher. Why is he telling her these things? ” No, I wasn’t aware it was that high,” she said. My chair creaked slightly as I moved forward, focusing my gaze directly on her.” Jaclyn, your 25 and never married. You have not had a boyfriend for a long time. You were at the club looking to get laid last night.?” I said bluntly. Jaclyn stiffened slightly, moving her body back. This cat and mouse game we have been playing is over, she knew. Wherever this is heading, she didn’t like it. She stared back at me. ” Yes, of course. How did you get that information?” she said evenly. ” I have the resources to find out a lot of information.” I studied her intently for a moment, as if trying to measure her in some fashion. Then I said: ” Now, I have to ask, what would you do to have all your debts paid. Jaclyn?” When the reality of her situation hit, her composure finally cracked and she begins to tremble and cry. ” What? That’s not a fair question.” ” Yes,” I replied calmly, ” of course it is, I can make your debts go away.” ” Let me put this directly, Jaclyn,” I said, my tone becoming stern. ” I want you to be my lover. If you agree, I will pay off your debts and you’ll have nothing to worry about. If you don’t, things might get, shall we say, very difficult for you. Do I make myself clear?” My tone and demeanor left no room for argument. Jaclyn feels like she is going into shock as my message begins to sink in. I had seemed like such a polite man; now I’m threatening her! Presuming her response, I pull a business card from an inner pocket, jotted a phone number on the back and handed it to her. ” That’s a private number where you can reach me,” I said. ” I’ll expect a reply no later than tomorrow by noon. Please remember what I’ve said.” That night a tearful, near hysterical Jaclyn went home.

She finally realized that accepting my offer is her only option. She called the next morning and told me that she had agreed to my proposition. She begged me to not to do this to her, though she knew her pleas were useless. I told her she would be picked up that evening and to make sure she closed up her apartment as she would be staying with me for awhile. She put the phone down and burst into tears once again. She hated me. I had a reputation as a cruel and callus man. My god, she wondered, how had she gotten herself into this? After the limo dropped her off, she rang the bell and a domestic showed her into a very large, lounge-like room. After standing there for what seemed like forever but was only several minutes, she became aware of her strange reactions. She had been waiting for this since her call to me yesterday, dreading it, yet she is acutely aware of her arousal, that her juices are flowing. She tried to dismiss this as I walked into the room wearing silk pajamas.