FAE BY EMAIL EXCERPT
“Come on, Maiven,” Jeb coaxed, his eyes clearly ripping her
clothes off as he leaned his narrow hip against the edge of her
desk, “you’re a bitch in heat and you know it.”
Maiven tossed the day-old contents of her favorite kitty mug
into his face, “Get the hell out, Jeb. I’m not telling you
again.”
With a move faster than lightening, Jeb enclosed her wrist
with talon-like fingers, gripping so tightly, Maiven cried out
at the pain. She tugged to free herself, even scratching at his
hand to no avail.
“Stop it, Jeb. Let me go.”
Just inches from her face, his seedy eyes narrowed and his
rancid breath cut off her oxygen supply. He spat his usual
threat. At times like this, she knew she was trapped and had no
way out.
“At the snap of my fingers, I can have your legs spread and
take what I want, as often as I want.” He shoved her away from
him so that she caught a bare heel against the edge of the small
file cabinet and fell heavily into her seat. The aged metal
creaked in protest under her weight and she righted herself with
trembling hands on the arms of the chair.
“You have no right--”
“I have every right!” He grabbed a hand full of her hair and
bent forward again, inhaling its honey scent. “Mmm, that’s nice.
Just remember, Mai. I own you.”
She sat silently enduring his treatment. She’d pushed him too
far by tossing the coffee at him. If she could have called it
back, she would have. It didn’t pay to antagonize him. Not ever.
She was lucky this time. He didn’t hit her.
When he was quiet too long, she risked a look up at him. The
tiny bloodshot eyes were full of lust and locked on her nipples,
plainly outlined through her Hello Kitty nightie. She hated how
often he managed to catch her before she was able to dress in
the morning.
She despised his greasy black hair, too long as it hung in
thick clumps past his hairy ears. The dull brown eyes, the
elongated nose, the fishy lips along with a ridiculously thin
body all culminated to make up the man she hated most in the
world. He was her employer and the one who had held her prisoner
from the day she turned eighteen, ten years ago. Was her crime,
so long ago, worth this almost daily humiliation?
“No, don’t hide those jugs from me, Mai. Let me get my eyes
full.” He yanked on the arm covering her breasts. She flinched
at the vulgar term and Jeb laughed in her face. “Aww, the little
princess doesn’t like my fancy language?”
“Get out of here, Jeb. Let me get back to work. Gambling
takes concentration.” She attempted to swivel her chair to face
her computer, but he stopped her.
“Concentration, huh? Not for you. Anyway, you’ll get back to
work when I say you do and not a minute sooner.” A bony hand
slid over the gunk in his hair, before he mashed it against the
leg of his jeans.
He was right, but she wasn’t going to admit it to him.
Gambling, her glamorous profession, came somewhat easily--most
of the time. And Jeb wasn’t above cashing in on it with his
constant threats of prison for her if she didn’t do what he
said. His ‘no statute of limitations on murder, Maiven’ had had
her doing his bidding for years.
He must be down on his luck again. It was the only time he
stayed around long enough to ride her back. When things were
going well, Jeb was nowhere to be seen, which was how Mai liked
it. She made him the money and he spent it on fast girls, trying
to impress them with wealth he didn’t have. Then he’d come back,
putting pressure on Mai to produce.
And when he didn’t have the money to buy his own girls, he
sniffed around her. But she’d told him from day one, she’d
rather rot in a hundred jails than jump into his bed for a
second. It must be the only reason why he had never followed up
on his threat to take her against her will. Well, that and Mrs.
Kitt.
As if on cue, she had just caught the delicate tinkle of Mrs.
Kitt’s bell, when she hopped up to Mai’s kitchen windowsill.
With the welcome sound, it was only a matter of seconds before
she would be free of Jeb for at least another two days.
The lustful expression on Jeb’s face froze in place. The
fingers of one hand worried a matted lock of hair and he began a
careful inching toward the door. Mai suppressed a giggle. As if
an animal wouldn’t smell his funky breath long before it entered
the room, she thought.
She eased back in her chair until the rusty gears allowed her
to tilt enough to view the doorway. Mrs. Kitt paused on entrance
with one front paw raised as if questioning whether her nose and
her keen eyes were fooling her. She nodded at her kitty, knowing
Mrs. Kitt would take care of Jeb.
Mai returned her amused gaze to her boss who was still slowly
making his way to the door. When Mrs. Kitt let go of a growl fit
to put the fear of feline in a bulldog, Jeb screeched like a
girl and barrowed through Mai’s office door, across the living
room, and slammed into the closed front door. Before he could
grasp the door knob and stifle the blood streaming from his
nose, Mrs. Kitt swiped a claw across his bare ankle. A moment
later, Jeb was gone. Mai tumbled over onto the carpet holding
her stomach and laughing.
“Mrs. Kitt, you got him good,” she shrieked between giggles.
With a mewl and confident stroll, her pet returned. Mai could
almost see the snap of furry fingers in the air. “I don’t know
why Jeb’s so terrified of you, Mrs. Kitt, but good riddance. Now
I have to take a shower and scrub down the place to get rid of
his smell.”
She lifted her pet onto her lap and stroked her lovingly.
“He’s so stupid, Mrs. Kitt, scared of an ordinary cat.” She held
the cat up, and stared into its face, eye to eye. “What, is he
scared you’ll tell his secrets or something? Well, just don’t
tell mine.”
* * * *
Mai’s back was pressed against the shower wall, allowing the
jet of warm water to gently wash away the last of the suds from
her damp, mocha skin. Her chest heaved with her ragged breaths
as she eased two fingers from between her legs.
Jeb had been right on one head. She was in heat. Mai had been
craving a man so badly for so long, at one point she’d even
considered Jeb. Of course, after discussing it with Mrs. Kitt,
the loyal pet had nipped her ankle and brought her to her
senses. Jeb was no substitute for a real man--and apparently
neither were her fingers.
Mai leaned a hand against the cool tile just under the shower
head and used her other hand to stroke her moist, swollen
center. The steam, the steady ping of the water bouncing off of
the shower floor and the near-chant of her ‘I want a man’ all
worked to bring her to climax. Yet, even then she was
dissatisfied. Only the stiff erection of a flesh- and-blood male
could ease her ache.
Mai stepped from the shower, dried herself, and dragged a
comb through her newly dyed honey brown hair before slipping
into an over-sized tee and padding out to her office to power up
her outdated computer. Working at home wasn’t all it was hyped
up to be. “If Jeb wasn’t such a sleaze, Mrs. Kitt, I’d be
allowed to get a new computer.”
While the ancient contraption booted at the speed of a slug,
she shuffled around the various cat paraphernalia on her
overcrowded desk, searching for her mug. Fresh coffee should get
the gambling juices flowing this morning.
On her return from the kitchen with a steaming Joe, Mai
flopped down in her chair to find a screen popping and fizzing
with blue and purple dots chasing each other around in the too
small square of her monitor. Mai gave it a good whack on the
side, which had always worked previously. The dots ran faster
and Mai found herself almost imagining each had tiny little
legs.
“Lord, I really am losing it.”
A few more whacks and internet explorer popped up on the
screen, the cursor blinking in the address bar. Mai stared a
moment and then entered her first web address--www.truegamble.com.
The computer popped and fizzed, then switched to
www.fae-email.com. Mai tried again.
“T-R-U-E gamble, stupid.” Some autocorrect feature switched
the name again. Mai screeched and pounded the monitor. The
screen remained a white blank, yet the hour glass rotated
repeatedly in the middle of the screen. After half a dozen
times, Mai gave up and let it search for the fae-email site.
Maybe it would be a temporary distraction from her problems.
Finally, after an eternity, more blue and purple dots danced and
then melted to form words.
“Welcome to Fae-Email.com, the number one site for accessing
all of Faeland through the Internet.” Colorful sparkles followed
her pointer and she called over her shoulder, “Mrs. Kitt, you
should see all these colors and dots. It’s so cute.” The sleepy
cat joined her but gave no indication of caring or understanding
one way or another.
Suddenly, a pop-up window came onto the screen while Mai
continued to watch. A tiny fairie with green-spotted wings like
a luna moth and a white glittering dress with matching shoes,
flew happily within the new window.
Mai noticed her lips moving, but couldn’t hear her words and
she reached out to click on her sound. The tiny, sweet voice
rang out immediately.
“Hello, there. Would you like to set up an email account
today?”
Playing along, Mai muttered, “Sure why not?” Instantly, the
original screen melted into a sign-up form. “Wow.”
“Login Name?”
Still not believing what she was seeing, Mai tossed out a few
silly choices, “HotMai2007? MaiNeedsAMan?”
“Both are available. Which one?”
Mai blinked at the screen, an unsettling growing within her.
She glanced down at the floor where her microphone, broken
beyond repair, lay in pieces. Something fishy was going on here.
“MaiNeedsAMan,” she whispered cautiously. The line for the
login name filled in with the name at the pointing of the
fairie’s glowing finger tip.
Mai shoved her chair away and stood. She pointed wildly
toward the screen. “Mrs. Kitt, do you see that? Do you see?”
Mrs. Kitt yawned and went back to sleep after taking a quick
peek. Mai was on her own. She didn’t dare go near the screen
again, but the fairie was still speaking to her. Carefully, lest
something explode, she reached to snap off the sound. The
fairie’s voice continued without hindrance.
Mai bit her thumb nail, tugged at her wild hair and muttered
to herself. This was a dream. She was in her bedroom asleep,
because this was not real.
* * * *
“Ok, you’re all finished, Maiven. Will there be anything
else?”
How did she know her full name? Mai was about to go into
cardiac arrest. Surely she couldn’t take any more of this dream.
It felt so real. She needed to wake up before her brain gave her
a heart attack without meaning to.
“No,” she forced out. “There won’t be anything else.”
“Ok, you’re all set.” The fairie and her box popped and
disappeared. The only thing left was the mailbox of MaiNeedsAMan
and one new email sitting in her inbox already.
Slowly, Mai returned to her chair and sat down. With an
unsteady hand, she clicked on the message. It was from
TheManForYou. She nearly fainted at the message.
“Hi, Maiven. I would love to get to know you better.
Attached, you’ll find my profile. If you like what you see, drop
me an email, Fallon.”
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