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Maneater II (Audio Script)
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In the thrilling finale of this Halloween special, Mark can't get enough of his sexy new boss, Jennifer, even when he uncovers something unnerving about her. But whose insatiable desire will win out when Jennifer decides she must make Mark hers, at any cost? Insatiable masturbation, secrets and sadistic sex in the kitchen feature in this is romantic finale you'll devour, if it doesn't devour you first.
Original fiction. Characters and events are invented.
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As soon as I got home, I had to passion. And then, about an hour later, I went again. And after dinner… again. I was insatiable. I don’t know what she’d done to me, but I couldn’t stop. All I could think about was her, I could still taste her on my tongue, feel her skin, hear her moaning for me…
It felt so good. And every time it felt… almost like I was being connected to her. Every time I moaned her name, I felt closer. And I needed to be as close as possible. I needed to feel it again, whatever it was that came over me in her office. Whatever it was that she’d done to me… I needed more.
“Fuck… Jennifer…”
“Yes… you taste so good.
More…
”
“Oh god… yes.
Yes…
”
“Let me taste you, please. Let me… oh god.
Yes…
”
I had gone over every second of that day in my head again and again, replaying every moment from watching her undress in her office to being on my knees for her, my fingers pressing into her thighs, tasting her…
I was still ravenous. Still so hungry. Nothing I thought about excited me… unless it was her.
“Yes… oh god.
Jennifer…
”
I woke up just as aroused as when I went to bed. I showered, ate breakfast, tried to distract myself… but I couldn’t.
Once I started researching her, I couldn’t stop. It had started as curiosity, then evolved into an obsession…
I started to look up more photos of her online, listened to interviews she had done just to hear her voice again. I had only just been with her yesterday - but I felt deprived.
I needed to know everything I could about her. I found her socials, her professional accounts… it struck me as odd that she moved jobs a lot. Only about a year at each company…
Elite Industries caught my eye on her profile… I remembered seeing something about it in the news… they had a string of bad luck running up to the company going under…
As soon as I typed the company name into the search bar, the news footage came back to me. From about a year ago… the disappearance of the CEO, Mike Hannon… followed by several suicides. Chalked up to a bad economy and a failing business…
I scrolled down, hoping to settle the uneasy feeling growing in my stomach, but then I saw her photo.
‘Jennifer Riley, the youngest CEO appointed to Elite Industries, celebrates record-breaking come-back sales year.’
Wait… Jennifer… Riley?
The photo was of her… I don’t think I could ever mistake that face.
But… who was Jennifer Riley?
Maybe she was married before? Had a different surname because of it?
A chill ran up my spine as I began to dig deeper… looking into each one of the companies listed on her profile. Every single one of them had some kind of tragedy linked to it - disappearances, suicides, even the murder of a high ranking official, allegedly by his assistant, who he was rumored to be having an affair with.
I half-expected that photo to be of her as well… anything was possible at this point. But it wasn’t.
Scrolling further down, though, was an image of her running a 10k marathon for the company… as their new CEO. Jennifer Roscoe, was the name listed.
What the fuck is going on?
The deeper I dug, the more questions I had. And the more afraid I became. This wasn’t just a case of identity fraud… there was something about her… something not quite right.
I couldn’t quell the desire she’d stirred in me, but the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach almost made me dizzy.
One thing was for sure: Jennifer Reese wasn’t real.
I spent all morning looking. I’m embarrassed to admit how far into the rabbit hole I went. But no matter what I did… I only had more questions, not answers.
It seemed like she’d had other names before… other identities - the latest one was Jennifer Reese. Before that, Jennifer Riley - she lived in Kansas. Jennifer Roscoe, Los Angeles. Jennifer Rolland, Denver. Always those initials, JR.
She seemed to replay her story again and again in different places. A successful career-type, rising to power in a large, faceless corporation, with lots of people working under her… and then… if you dug deep enough, you’d find it. In every city… the mysterious resignations of staff, the accusations… the missing persons reports…
I thought about Jessie, and my heart sank.
He’d always been a bit of a flake… but not hearing from him for this long, after he’d spent a night with her… everything I’d learned about her, all the questions I had… I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew then that something had gone wrong. I knew he was in trouble… if it wasn’t already too late.
God, what have I done?
“Hey, handsome”
“Hey.
Did you uh… did you find the place okay?
”
“Yeah, it was simple.
Uh… are you going to invite me in?”
“Yeah, sorry. Of course, come in.
Let me… can I take that for you?
”
“Such a gentleman…”
She removed her coat and handed it to me, and I draped it across the back of the bench. She placed her hand on my arm, bracing herself as she removed her heels, one at a time… her bare toes scrunching a little against the cold tiles.
I could feel my cock hardening already in my pants as I watched her wander down the hallway into the kitchen.
“So… what did you have in mind?”
The articles, the questions, Jessie… all of it left my mind as she leaned over my kitchen counter. The top buttons of her blouse were undone. God, she looked so good.
“What?”
“For dinner. What did you have in mind?”
“Oh… there’s this great Italian place just a few blocks from here.
Or uh… sushi. There’s a new place I’ve been meaning to—
”
“Maybe we can just stay in?
You look so good, I could just devour you, actually…
”
Her fingertips trailed over the countertop as she spoke. She picked up a knife from the cutting block and seemed to gaze at her reflection in the shiny metal for a moment before turning her attention back to me.
“I could cook for you.
You know… to treat you… thank you… for yesterday.
”
“Yesterday…”
Images of yesterday flashed through my mind and my cock hardened again instantly… thinking about kissing her, tasting her…
She twirled the knife in her hand a few times, the glint of it catching the light as she stared at me. Her eyes trailed down my body, to the obvious bulge in my pants.
“Yesterday…
You enjoyed yesterday, didn’t you?
”
“Yes…”
I could feel the fear coursing through my veins as she moved around the counter, the knife still in her hand.
“Tell me what you enjoyed about it.”
“Everything.”
Panic pulsed through me, but the only sensation stronger than that was the ache I felt to touch her again. My cock twitched hard as she set the knife down on the counter and leaned in, her lips pressing against my ear.
“And right now… how do you feel right now?
Tell the truth.
”
“I want you…
And… I’m…
afraid.
”
“Good. I need you afraid.
Mmmm… what else?
”
Her hand trailed down my chest and her delicate fingers traced the bulge in my pants as she looked up at me.
“I want—”
“What do you want?”
It felt like a war being waged in my mind. I wanted to question her, to get to the bottom of this, to ask about Jessie and the fake identities and her past. But more than that, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to please her.
““I want answers.
About you.
Who… are you?
”
“What do you mean?”
“Jennifer…”
Her fingers worked to slowly undo my belt buckle as I struggled to stay in my right mind. She leaned in to me again, her lips pressing against my neck, causing goosebumps to scatter across my entire body.
“Yes?”
I attempted to push away from her slightly, my hands gripping her waist to hold her apart from me. I had to find answers. I had to know the truth.
“I figured it out.
You… you’re not Jennifer Reese.
You— you’ve done this before.
You’re— what are you?
”
“Shhh… it’s okay.”
She pushed closer to me, her breasts pressing up against my chest as she leaned in to kiss me. As soon as I tasted her lips, I knew it was no use. I melted into her.
“You know… you’re a lot smarter than I thought.
Most don’t figure it out… and if they do… well, they don’t put up nearly as much of a fight as you…
Your friend certainly didn’t.
”
Her words echoed around in my mind. A fight. I was– I should resist this. I should find answers. I needed to find answers. For myself, for Jessie. I—
My friend… Jessie.
What– what happened to him?
What did you—
I tried again to push away from her, but it was no use. Her hands began fumbling with my belt buckle as she sank to her knees…
“Never mind that. I’ll make you forget all about it…”
She looked up at me as she pulled my cock out of my boxers, pressing her tongue against the tip.
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