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Sometime in New York City

Michael looked around trying to get his bearings. He was new to New York.

He checked his watch. It was almost time for his interview.

It was hard for him to think straight with he hustle and bustle of big city streets. He hated all the commotion.

“Excuse me?” a woman (Kara) asked as she came up to him.

“Er… yes?” Michael said

“Is this the Warbington Hotel?”

“I’m not sure…” Michael said looking at two women

“You see, my daughter and I are from out of town and…”

Michael raised an eye looking at the beautiful daughter (whose name was Vanessa)

“Yes, I think it is…” Michael said looking back over the building

“Thank you. Thank you kindly” Kara said.

He watched them go in. Both were dressed very conservative. He smiled. They reminded him of his church-going mom back in Florida. Although judging by their accent they were from the mid-West, not the south.

Michael checked his phone. “Mid-City Lounge”. There was nothing about with that sign, but he was at the right street number

“Er, excuse me, Sir” he asked a man coming out of the hotel

The man just looked at him kind of strange.

“Can you tell me where the Mid-City Lounge is?” Michael persisted

“In here” the man said annoyed

Well, there you go. Michael didn’t know that the hotel—clearly marked and signposted on the outside contained his destination

Michael went in and saw a reception area with old-fashioned bus-boys rushing about picking up luggage, moving coats, etc.

And then, off to the side was a door with “Mid-City Lounge” above it.

Michael approached it. He guessed that native New Yorkers would know where it was and the management didn’t feel the need to put a sign out, on the street

Michael went in and a formal-suited maître d’hôtel stepped forward “May I help, Sir?” the man asked Michael in an affected English accent

“I have to meet someone here” Michael said “For a story”

“A story, Sir?”

“Yes… Simon Baal”

“Oh?” the man’s facial expression changed instantly

He went from being a snotty-nosed condescending twerp to a fawning, grovelling sycophant

“Please, Sir” he begged “If you come this way…” He almost doubled over as he bowed

“Oh, I do hope Sir likes it here…”

“If Sir would be so kind to…”

There was a whole lot of these one-liners now tumbling from the guy.

He made Michael ill with his grovelling

And there he was… the famous, or infamous Simon Baal. One of the richest men in New York. Some say he was the power behind the throne. A very powerful man

They shook hands. Simon even had risen from his seat and crossed the floor to greet Michael. Michael was impressed. Not the kind of hospitality he expected

“We will eat first” Simon said as they went to their table. “This place has a wonderful selection…”

Michael had to be content with this… though he really was ready with his questions

Michael looked over the menu.

“Shall I choose for you?” Simon smiled

Michael looked at his host over the top of the menu

“I’m not sure…” Michael said

“If you trust me…” Simon grinned

“Er, yeah, sure” Michael said folding the menu back up and handing it to the waitress who stood looking at Simon.

She never took her eyes off Simon. Michael noticed this

Michael thought that was strange… she had a kind of look about her like a school-girl crush. She was almost ‘devoted’ to Simon.

Michael then noticed Kara and Vanessa, the two mid-westerners wandering around aimlessly

“Friends of yours?” Simon asked as he noticed Michael looking at them

“Er.. no… we just met…”

“Then they are friends” Simon smiled

Simon stood up and waved to them “Please, ladies… won’t you join us?”

“Ah… we’re not…” Vanessa began but turned to her mom as she felt a feeling of unease hit her.

“My silly husband…” Kara said “Where can that man be?” as she continued to look around as she approached the two men.

“Please… join us while you wait…” Simon smiled

“Um… we don’t…”

“Please…sit” Simon smiled and guided them with his hand. Vanessa drew her hand away but Kara grinned at Simon’s old-world charm.

He had Kara sit on one side of him and Vanessa on the other “Can I sit…?” Vanessa tried to start as she wanted to sit away from Simon. She got a real bad vibe from him.

“I believe you’ve already met Michael?” Simon said

“Yes…we met outside” Michael said

“Oh, yes” Kara said “Nice to run into you again”

“Yes…”Michael said

The waitress handed the menu over to Kara

“Ah… we’re not really…” Kara was worried about ordering anything before her husband turned up

“Please… I insist” Simon said “As my guests”

“Thank you kindly” Kara said

Simon turned to Vanessa. She seemed a little nervous of him and recoiled a little. He leaned into her and whispered into her ear. Suddenly she relaxed

As he sat up straight again Venessa slid off her chair and under the table

Michael’s eyes opened wide in disbelief. Michael couldn’t believe it… right there and then Venessa was sucking Simon’s cock.

Simon turned and looked across the table at Michael and smiled as Vanessa’s head moved over Simon’s lap.

“So…?” Simon began to say but noticed Michael was distracted

“Michael?”

“Huh?”

“I was asking you a question…”

“You… you were?”

“Yes… do you think the story will be on the front cover?”

“I…I…” Michael was having difficulty formulating his thoughts as too many things were blowing his mind

Michael turned to Kara but Kara didn’t notice as she now debated with the waitress that “Soup of the Day” does not describe the type of soup, but merely that it’s whatever soup is ready for that day

“Oh, really?” Kara mocked “And what flavour is ‘of the Day’?”

Michael was in total disbelief. Had someone described this to him he would have laughed at them and said that the person was making things up

He looked back to Vanessa. Simon pressed her down hard with a push onto the back of her neck

She seemed to tremble—but made a choking noise

Simon tilted his head back and sighed

Vanessa seemed to struggle

And then, he released her

She slowly returned to her seat

Michael stared … he couldn’t help it.

Vanessa had a long drool of saliva and come slowly stretching down from her chin

She gasped.

Her hair matted from sweat.

She bent down and licked the mess that had pooled on the table top.

“You’re such a mess” Kara tutted and opening her handbag drew some tissues out and handed them to Vanessa who wiped her mouth.

Vanessa gave a weak smile as she continued to slurp up the strands of come.

She patted her face with the tissues.

“Roger!” Kara called out, rising to her feet.

A man came over “Honey?” he asked as if to question why his wife and daughter were already seated—with strangers—and having food served to them

“This is my husband Roger” Kara said introducing him to Simon and Michael

Simon rose to his feet and offered his hand

As Roger took it there was a weird expression Michael noticed come over his face… like he was very uncomfortable.

“Please, sit with us”

“Thank you” Roger said

He sat down between Kara and Michael.

Michael turned to look at Vanessa who looked like she too was trying to figure things out in her brain

“Honey?” Roger tutted

“Huh?” Vanessa said

“I asked you if you got accepted into School”

“I…” Venessa said

She looked up at Michael as if she had a sudden shocked realisation and she got up and rushed away

“Leave her” Simon said to Kara and Roger as they looked at each other with concern “You know how girls like to get attention”

Simon smiled, but Michael felt it was more a leer.

“I think I should go see…” Michael said

“She’s just after attention” Simon said dismissively

Michael however decided to get up and go after her

He found her in a small corridor that lead to the men’s and women’s rest-rooms

She was leaning against the wall, and she was scratching her arm with her other hand and nervously looking around

She gave a bit of a jump when Michael came

“Stay back…” she said defensively

“I’m not here to hurt you…”

“You’re… you’re with him…” she gasped

“No… I’m just a journalist come to interview him”

“You’re… like him?”

“No… ah… what do you mean?”

“He… he made me….”

“He made you what?”

“You saw… I had to! I had to”

“You had to what?”

“I had to suck his… Oh, God… why did I do it?”

“Please.. talk to me… can I help….?”

“Don’t you understand?”

“Understand what?”

“I wanted to… I wanted to taste his come so bad…”

Michael took a step back…

“I… I did’t want to… and then… I did… I couldn’t help it…You… you have to believe me…”

“What…?”

“He… spoke to me… he made me… Oh,, God! Oh, God!”

“Do you want me to fetch your momma?”

“No… she’s… she wouldn’t understand”

She hit back against the wall with the ball of her fist

“Are you okay?” Michael asked

“Am I going to hell?”

“What?”

“Please… I don’t want to go to hell”

“Why would you ask that?”

“Because he said I would… he said I am a hell-slut”

“What?”

“He said I am a hell-slut and hell-sluts love to suck cock…”

“Please… perhaps we can… Is there somewhere you could go to speak to someone?”

“No… I …. wanted to…I think I’m going to go to hell…”

Suddenly she stood up straight and turned to him. She smiled, weakly as she brushed herself down

“Are you okay?”

“Yes” she said “I am a hell-slut”

“No… no you’re not…”

“I am a hell-slut and I want you to fuck me….”

“What?”

She stepped forward

“I want you to fuck me in the ass…”

“What’s got into you?”

She smiled and raised her hand to stroke his cheek

“Don’t” he said, but she brought her hand back up to him

“Please… I need you in my ass…”

“I said stop!” he snapped and pushed her hand away

“I’m a virgin…” she said….

He turned to get someone … maybe a female member of staff to speak to her…

And that its when he saw Simon there smiling

“What did you do to her?” Michael asked

“I made her free…” Simon said

“Free?”

“Free of will” Simon said.. “Look… she wants you…”

He turned to see Vanessa cupping her small breasts, pushing her top up to enhance her breast’s shape

Her tongue flicked out…

“Take her…” Simon said “She’s yours…”

Then Vanessa’s facial expression changed “Please…don’t leave me with him…”

“What?”

“She’s…. she’s a little confused” Simon said as he came up to her and ran his hand over her head “You.. you are confused” he said looking into her eyes

“I…” she began to say.

Vanessa ran a hand down her front to her crotch “Oooo” she purred

“Take her…” Simon urged turning to look at Michael “She will do anything you want… anything at all…”

“What?”

“Take me” Vanessa purred “I want you so bad…”

“And, all I ask from you is your soul” Simon said

“Are you for real?” Michael said and turned went back to his table and fetch his stuff

As he did Simon who had followed closely behind him went up to Kara. He reached over her from behind and slid his hand straight down her top, squeezing her breast

Her head flopped back and she let out a moan

“What the hell…?” Roger began to protest as Simon’s hand massaged his wife’s breast

Simon turned and gazed at Roger and Roger cowered back

Vanessa came up and cupped Michael’s ass

“How about we tag-team these bitches?” Simon smiled as Kara responded to him like a slut

“I don’t think I can do this interview” Michael said as he grabbed his stuff

He looked at Roger who had a “Help me” expression on his face

Simon’s hand was making Kara moan like a slut. Michael looked around and no one else in the place seemed to notice

“Or, would you prefer cock?” Simon asked as Roger undid his fly

Michael turned and left

“We’ll do lunch some other time” Simon called out with a chuckle

Out on the street Michael took in a deep breath

“That has to be the fucking weirdest interview I’ve ever done” he said

He checked his watch and then went over to the kerb and called a cab

In back of the cab he phoned his mom and told her about all the weirdness

“You get yourself back home right quick” she said

“Yeah, mom” he said as he then leaned forward to tell the cabbie to skip the hotel and make straight for the airport.

This was the scariest day of my life.

The End