Tolerable Cruelty - Chapter 19 (Patreon)

Chapter 19

Maria was really dressed to kill today. It had been a week since Peter’s mystery potion, and she couldn’t help but feel that she’d grown even more beautiful, more mesmerizing, and more seductive than ever. Her dark hair and pale caramel skin radiated pure health and vitality, her voice sent shivers down her own spine, and with her revealing red dress, no one would be able to resist her tonight. And judging from the number she’d done to the people in line and the bouncers, nobody would want to.

The now familiar thumping beat of Evening Social welcomed the Hispanic beauty into its embrace. Maria made a beeline to the bar, expecting the men to fawn over her and offer her drinks.

And they duly did.

In fact, a familiar face was waiting for her at the bar. Some little plaything whose name she hadn’t caught the first time was once again sitting there in the fluorescent glow, no doubt waiting for his chance at picking up another woman.

Maria sauntered over so unbelievably gracefully, her red heels not impeding her movement in any way. Moving silently like a cat, she sat in the seat next to him, crossed her luscious legs, and cleared her throat.

Her fragrance hit him before his eyes could even register her beauty. But that scent… that familiar, subtle, irresistible scent… he recognized it from somewhere. And his body did too. He began to grow erect instantly.

Maria’s nameless experimental victim whirled around, greeted by the Latina beauty’s voluptuous body once more. And she looked even more exquisite than she had a week ago.

“It’s you!” he gasped, trying and failing to maintain his cool even worse than his first attempt.

“Buy me a drink?” Maria smiled wide at him.

“Yes! Yes! Please, it was… tequila, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, you remember!” Maria was slightly pleased.

“Oh god, how could I forget. Last time, you left so quickly, I couldn’t find you again!”

“Well, maybe you wouldn’t have lost me if you hadn’t, ahem, lost control of yourself?” Maria suggested with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Ah, um, I just had too much to drink,” he lied. “Really had to use the little boys’ room.” He flushed red as a tomato.

“Mm hm,” Maria looked utterly unconvinced. And she looked like she was plotting something.

The bartender slid the shots of brown liquor across the smooth bartop, stealing an extra lingering glance at the beauty in the red dress.

“Cheers,” the man raised his glass, losing confidence by the second.

“Salud,” Maria downed her drink, not bothering to chase it with anything.

Her target had barely bitten into his lime when Maria suddenly shot up, dragged him off his feet by the back of his collar, and moved into a relatively dark corner of the dance floor.

“Just drunk last time, hmm?” she whispered.

“Oh my god, you’re so strong!” was what he wanted to say. But instead, the lime wedge slid into his mouth. He coughed it back up and spat it out with as much grace as a goose plapping its wide yellow feet on pavement.

“I’d say you’re pretty sober right now. Let’s see if I can make you run off to the bathroom again, shall we…?”

Maria leaned in, cheek to cheek, whispering hotly in his ear.

“I wonder what excuse you’ll come up with this time…”

Maria slid her leg in between his, rubbing his groin against her firm thigh. He writhed and tried to escape his impending embarrassment, but Maria wrapped her slender yet strong around his body.

No way! Not like this, not again!

He moaned as she worked him expertly with nothing but her leg. His heartbeat was pounding in his head—both of them, that is. It even drowned out the regular thumping of Evening Social’s enormous speakers. All he could hear, all he could feel, was concentrated on the seductive siren in the red dress before him.

Maria continued her erotic tease by leaning into him, letting her firm breasts compress his torso. She knew she could have set him off in so many different ways. Just her leg alone was already more than he could bear as she expertly massaged, and she was even going easy on him! She could see him struggling to fight his most innate instincts, trying not to explode in pleasure and relief. It would only take a little more pressure to break him and cause him to stain his pants…

Still, she wanted to have her fun. If it were Peter, she wouldn’t want to cause him to erupt instantly. No, she’d want to take her time and enjoy the intimate time with her gentle, caring boss to the fullest…

Okay, maybe a few instant eruptions once in a while would be fun. Just a few sudden, mind-bending orgasms to demonstrate just what Maria could do for her fantasy man.

She could see her little companion’s eyes rolling into the back of his head as her natural scent invaded his lungs. Every halting breath became more and more urgent, sucking down more of her perfume with his ragged inhalation, stoking his desire even further. It was a vicious cycle, one that he could not overcome. Maria had long ceased rubbing his angry member with her leg. No, she wanted to see if she could make him come without such obvious, inelegant contact.

Pressing her torso even more firmly into his, constricting his shuddering limbs and body, she mashed her beautiful swollen lips against his and darted her tongue briefly against the entrance to his mouth.

It was too much.

He erupted in his tan chinos, body quivering helplessly in her unbreakable embrace as he jetted spurt after violent spurt into his underwear. He came so hard, his shockingly powerful and productive eruption soaked all the way through to his groin, forming a large, sopping wet patch. Maria backed off, enjoying his violent orgasmic tremors from just a brief, tender kiss. She finally let his sore, aching arms free to do as he pleased.

He immediately covered the source of his embarrassment and lack of self control. When he regained control of his body, he looked up at the sultry succubus who had caused him to orgasm so quickly and so easily once again.

His lip quivered. He had no excuse this time. He could still taste her sweet lingering flavor on his lips, still smell the subtle floral scent that was now lathered all over his shirt. It took all his self control not to reach up and pull the fabric of his shirt to his nose, to drink her all down once again.

“Need the bathroom?” Maria smirked.

Her drink donor nodded with chagrin.

“Me too, I suppose.”

He looked up at her with hopeful eyes. Had she… had she had an orgasm too!? That would be such a relief!

“Need to see if you stained my dress with your cum,” she chuckled.

“Sorry sorry sorry!” he wailed as he made a beeline for the restroom.

“Thanks for the drink!” she yelled after him. The club music drowned out her voice.

Maria took her time, gliding over the floor to the women’s side. There was a line as always, but the waiting women merely stared at her. Maria tilted her head as if to ask if she could go ahead, and everyone was far too stunned or intimidated by the towering supermodel to say no.

She entered the brightly lit washroom, examining her dress. Thankfully, it was still spotless. Just to be sure, she wet a paper towel and ran it over the red fabric.

As she checked her face to touch it up, she remembered that she hadn’t put up makeup before coming out. How absurd! Her eyes looked like they had been applied with alluring eyeliner to contrast her glimmering pupils. Her lashes were thick and long, her skin tone absolutely smooth and even. Maria could grace the cover of every magazine like this!

To her surprise, there was a small ruckus taking place outside. Some women were arguing over… something. Some yelling, maybe even some shoving. Then, the women’s bathroom door burst open.

Before her stood a cute, somewhat tomboyish blonde. She was dressed wholly inappropriately for the club in cheap, fraying black jeans and what looked like a black t-shirt, covered by a dark grey jacket.

“Are you security?” Maria asked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Maybe the ruckus outside had something to do with that.

The mysterious woman seemed to be awestruck by Maria. She merely stared wide-eyed at the towering Latina.

They stood there, staring at each other in awkward silence before Maria gestured toward the door. The half paralyzed blonde woman slid out of her way, and Maria stepped back out into the club.

After a poor key-and-rhythm mismatched song change, Maria searched for DJ Paloma. To her slight disappointment, there stood a fairly skinny, brown haired kid with blond highlights in his hair. Maria scrutinized him carefully. The darkness and the strobe lights presented no challenge to her enhanced eyesight.

She could barely see the resemblance to Peter. But it was worth asking. She had the feeling no man could ever say no to her anymore… unless that man’s name was Peter Paloma. It was so infuriating! She approached the stage he was performing on, never taking her eyes off him as he bounced to the beat of the music.

Finally, the active, sweating DJ behind the turntables caught a glimpse of Maria as the strobe lights illuminated her. It was like a photograph had been etched into his mind, that beautiful, otherworldly image of the perfect fantasy girl, the one that all men fawned over in their youth and exaggerated to their friends as they wove stories about the one who’d gotten away… Maria was all that, and then some.

He stared in her direction even in the darkness, hoping for another glimpse via strobe light. His hair was matted with sweat, and the headphones he held up to his ear slipped and clattered to the table. When another blink of light highlighted the spot, she was gone.

Steven was disappointed, but not for long.

“DJ Paloma?” came an accented voice from his side.

He snapped back to reality.

“Yo yo that’s me! You likin’ the music? I only play bangers!”

“Yes, they are very good,” Maria lied.

Steven turned away from that spot where the illusion of everyone’s fantasy girl stood. Finally facing the direction of that voice, he gasped as he saw Maria in the flesh.

“How… whoa… um, hi?” He was utterly gobsmacked.

“I am looking for something. Perhaps you can help me?”

“Oh yes! Hell yes! Anything! Are you looking for…” he leaned in close for privacy while still needing to shout over the blaring speakers. “...some Molly? Some Vitamin E? If you’re looking for a good time with Adam, or maybe just some Mary Jane, I can hook you up. …Half price, just for you,” he tacked on lamely, trying to impress and ingratiate himself before the unbelievable vision of beauty before him.

“No, not that,” Maria wrinkled her nose. How distasteful. “Are you related to Peter Paloma?”

“Oh fuck! What the fuck! Who are you?”

“Why do you panic? I work with Peter. He’s my boss.”

“Fuck! Nooo!” Steven wailed in panic. “I… I swear, I’m not selling any more drugs! Tell him! I… I just had a little bit left over. It’s not even on me, you can search me! Please, please don’t tell my brother!”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

“I just wanted to impress you! I swear! God, how is Peter surrounded by such fucking beautiful women!”

Maria’s interest was suddenly piqued.

“Who else?” Maria asked, already knowing the answer.

“His wife, of course! Fuck, you look just like her! I mean, not like-like. But you two are the most fucking beautiful fucking supermodels I’ve ever seen! I think you might be even hotter!”

Steven was just a sputtering mess now, no longer trying to flirt or impress. Before Maria could bask in the earnest compliment from this immature boy, the digital music track performed another poor, distasteful cut to a new song.

“You don’t have to do anything?” Maria looked at his laptop.

“No, fucking thing basically plays itself. I’m gonna, I’m gonna go fucking throw the drugs out. Fuck! Waste of fucking money. Pleeeeease don’t tell my brother or Piper! I swear I’m turning over a new leaf!”

Steven tried to bolt off the stage, past Maria. Her arm shot out and grabbed him as he was about to descend the little steps.

“Tell me more about your brother, please. And Piper.” She squeezed his arm with her steely fingers.

“Yeoowwwwch! Oh my fucking god! You’re strong like her too!?”

“Piper is strong?” Maria asked, once again already knowing the answer.

“Fuck! Please don’t break my arm! Oh my god! Piper is… she’s so… she’s so fucking terrifying! I’m too scared to even look at her anymore! And Peter is all fucking bruised! My bro is a fucking athlete, and holy shit, he didn’t even come back from football games that bad! Fuck! Please let me go! I’m sorry I tried to impress you! I’m sorry I tried to sell drugs! Sorry sorry sorry!!”

Maria let him go. He bolted out of the back door into the chilly night air.

She followed him out into the alley. So it was true. Piper was apparently as beautiful as herself. No, almost as beautiful, she reminded herself, trying to cling onto hope. And powerful. Terrifyingly powerful. Maria’s fantasies of rescuing Peter like a damsel in distress were dashed. This would be no easy task. Who knew exactly how effective, or even how much of Peter’s potion his seemingly abusive wife had taken? What had he gotten himself into!? He… he must have given her the mystery formula so that she could rescue him, right? But he’d never looked happier at work. What was going on!?

She thought back to Peter’s words. “Don’t try to save me from this.” Maria wanted to scream and cry at the same time. He was warning her off for her own sake. He’d always been so damn heroic. With all her power now, he was still playing the hero.

And for all she knew, he was right.

Maria stepped out into the cold night air as well. She saw the lesser Paloma at his car, frantically searching around in the backseat.

In frustration, Maria kicked the large dumpster behind the building. Her foot caved the container with a deafening screech, drowned out by the thumping club music. The lid and the container were no match for the casual swing of her leg. The metal sheet and lid bent as it leapt into the air, crashing down back to earth and rattling around.

Agent Carver was peeking out from the crack behind the back entrance in complete and utter disbelief.