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A meeting between the heroine and villainess?

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Marta slid, slithered in Becky's mind, into the seat across from her, and the girl reporter stiffened involuntarily. Her purse with her taser was in easy reach right beside her.

"Hello beautiful. You look gorgeous today." Marta said in a breathy tone. She carefully gave a long, almost lustful once over Becky's body.

Becky frowned at the compliment, foot still tapping almost with a mind of its own.
She pointed to her watch, "You're seven minutes late."

"And you were an hour early, Becky dear. So I understand your restlessness. No one told you to come early." Marta smiled those perfect teeth of hers.

Becky felt her foot tap faster, out of rhythm with the music. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and not start talking a mile a minute. She had to gather info. Becky looked seriously at Marta. "You had eyes on me? No surprise there. You think you hold all the cards? I may have a surprises of my own."

Marta carefully put an elbow on the table, resting her chin on an open palm. Her eyes were smiling at Becky's serious facial expression. "My my, no 'How are you Marta dear?' Or 'Can I get you something to drink, Marta?' Or even a simple thank you for the compliment I paid you. Tsk tsk. Such manners, don't worry, I won't hold it against you." She smiled in a condescending fashion.

Becky felt her cheeks redden, but she reigned in her emotions, albeit with some effort, "How," she said coldly, "Do you expect me to say that when you kept me prisoner in your house, and sent untraceable threats in the form of art and notes? We're not friends, this is simply a meeting of two enemies. So be honest, I have-"

"Oh my, I figured you would say something like that." Marta interrupted Becky with an annoying smirk, and Becky responded by giving Marta the evil eye. "You will come to enjoy our interactions through rope and tape. I have to be honest, I am very much looking forward to stuffing my panties past those pretty lips of yours again, and closing that smart aleck mouth. Would you like them clean or dirty?"

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Espresso Entrapment Part 1
So far the date was going swimmingly.
Becky Carter smiled softly at her new boyfriend. She sat across from him at Poppa Mancino's, an Italian cuisine restaurant in downtown Manchester. They served the best Italian food anywhere. They were pricey, but totally worth it, on occasion.
An excellent place for a date, Becky mused as she sipped her ice water with lemon.
Glancing down at her now empty plate, her eyes went back up to her… boyfriend? It'd been awhile, truth be told. Setting her glass down, she resumed her story.
"So yeah, Dakota lured the fake security guard over to the spot I had set up a trip wire of sorts, made from clothes." Becky's hands flew as she talked, her adrenaline pumped as she reminisced on that night at Macy's.
Ethan Ferguson, an up and coming doctor fresh out of med school, listened with rapt attention. He was around six feet tall, square jaw with brown hair, brown eyes, and a roman nose.
His hands sat folded on top of ea

Description
Gosh darn it have I been waiting to submit this! Incredible commission from
A truly remarkable job. Kudos to this awesome person.

A meeting between the heroine and villainess?

Here's an excerpt

****

Marta slid, slithered in Becky's mind, into the seat across from her, and the girl reporter stiffened involuntarily. Her purse with her taser was in easy reach right beside her.

"Hello beautiful. You look gorgeous today." Marta said in a breathy tone. She carefully gave a long, almost lustful once over Becky's body.

Becky frowned at the compliment, foot still tapping almost with a mind of its own.
She pointed to her watch, "You're seven minutes late."

"And you were an hour early, Becky dear. So I understand your restlessness. No one told you to come early." Marta smiled those perfect teeth of hers.

Becky felt her foot tap faster, out of rhythm with the music. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and not start talking a mile a minute. She had to gather info. Becky looked seriously at Marta. "You had eyes on me? No surprise there. You think you hold all the cards? I may have a surprises of my own."

Marta carefully put an elbow on the table, resting her chin on an open palm. Her eyes were smiling at Becky's serious facial expression. "My my, no 'How are you Marta dear?' Or 'Can I get you something to drink, Marta?' Or even a simple thank you for the compliment I paid you. Tsk tsk. Such manners, don't worry, I won't hold it against you." She smiled in a condescending fashion.

Becky felt her cheeks redden, but she reigned in her emotions, albeit with some effort, "How," she said coldly, "Do you expect me to say that when you kept me prisoner in your house, and sent untraceable threats in the form of art and notes? We're not friends, this is simply a meeting of two enemies. So be honest, I have-"

"Oh my, I figured you would say something like that." Marta interrupted Becky with an annoying smirk, and Becky responded by giving Marta the evil eye. "You will come to enjoy our interactions through rope and tape. I have to be honest, I am very much looking forward to stuffing my panties past those pretty lips of yours again, and closing that smart aleck mouth. Would you like them clean or dirty?"

******

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the excerpt.

If you want to read more here's the link

Espresso Entrapment Part 1
So far the date was going swimmingly.
Becky Carter smiled softly at her new boyfriend. She sat across from him at Poppa Mancino's, an Italian cuisine restaurant in downtown Manchester. They served the best Italian food anywhere. They were pricey, but totally worth it, on occasion.
An excellent place for a date, Becky mused as she sipped her ice water with lemon.
Glancing down at her now empty plate, her eyes went back up to her… boyfriend? It'd been awhile, truth be told. Setting her glass down, she resumed her story.
"So yeah, Dakota lured the fake security guard over to the spot I had set up a trip wire of sorts, made from clothes." Becky's hands flew as she talked, her adrenaline pumped as she reminisced on that night at Macy's.
Ethan Ferguson, an up and coming doctor fresh out of med school, listened with rapt attention. He was around six feet tall, square jaw with brown hair, brown eyes, and a roman nose.
His hands sat folded on top of ea