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James Thatcher was the sort of man who did not like when things did not go exactly as he wanted. His establishment, The Jade Serpent, catered to the most elite clientele in the very heart of the city, those with plenty of cash to flash and who looked for a very specific brand of entertainment as a result. Of course, the club itself was merely a front for James' many varied criminal activities, as he was fully an avowed kingpin in charge of his own vast empire in that regard. Drugs, guns, and trafficked girls; all of it and more made up his typical purview, and he liked it that way, with him at the very apex and the rest several rungs below. All had been smooth with his operations until that damn cop had gotten involved. Vincent had been the one to point him out, down at the docks, just when a bevy of fresh beauties were coming in. The cop went bye-bye shortly after, and that was that. James had barely paid it much mind at all afterwards.
Then, Franceska had called in sick. Shit. One of his best girls wasn't available, and he hated it but such were the mysteries of life. Luckily, a friend of his, Sean - who also happened to be a cop - suggested someone he apparently knew, Marissa Russell, and James had agreed to take her on. The initial meeting with Marissa was very interesting; she was dressed to kill, easy on the eyes and very much game to perform her duties despite him not explicitly explaining them to her. However, he could tell that there was a hint of trepidation in her manner, and that registered as curious. Still, she'd accepted the assignment, and it had gone from there. Her first job had been to provide services for four of his most prized clients, businessmen all. James had watched on his private camera as Natalie surprisingly mouthed off to one of them, twice, raising his ire enough that he decided to punish her for her insolence by having them all fuck her mouth, hard. Then they'd done it again while spitroasting her, ramming their big, thick cocks into her seemingly little pussy until she was thoroughly used and abused. James had recorded it all, and then caught up with her before she even had a chance to back out in order to give her the next assignment, to go see his close personal friend, Derrick Powell. She had no choice, so she'd gone, and this time James watched while she brought up the name of the cop who'd been summarily dispatched, prompting Derrick to angrily fuck her up. Every spank, every cut, every burn had been captured by James' cameras again, and then he was given the rundown after by Derrick though it wasn't needed. This time, he'd allowed Natalie to leave, using it as a test, and she had bolted from the premises and not been seen since. Afterward, she called out. One, Twice, Thrice. Fucking hell. Even with his strong suspicions, James wasn't exactly sure if she was legitimately sick, though he strongly doubted it. In his mind, she likely just didn't want to come in again, ever.
So he decided to just forget about the problem of Marissa Russell for a while and go to the Policeman's Ball. It had become one of his regular parties to visit annually and he sure put on a show for those bastards in blue, ironically enough, since he was their number one criminal and they didn't even know it. As usual, the speeches had bored him, despite the surprisingly high quality of red wine in his hand, and he'd cheered and applauded with the rest of them, sitting beside Sean. All the while, James' active mind kept thinking about Marissa, and just what she was up to. Perhaps he should send someone over to her given address to check on her? Despite ample evidence to suggest otherwise, James might have been willing to accept that she was in fact simply sick, and that her experiences had scarred her enough to stay away.
Just then, though, fate intervened.
It came in the form of Sean shouting out, possibly inebriated, James' name; they'd become separated as James had milled about the place, falling into discussions here and there while fixing his plate of dinner at the same time. Once the plate had been set down at his reserved table, he had made himself known to the chief - another acquaintance - and glad-handed the Mayor among other little personally amusing notes before he heard the call. "Eyy, James! Get your ass over here!" Who should surprisingly be in his field of vision unexpectedly, then, but Marissa Russell herself? Or, as Sean revealed to him when he arrived, one foot in front of the other faux-casually, a foxhound sniffing his prey..."James, say hello to Natalieβ"
Natalie. Not Marissa. Natalie was the name, and not only that, he learned so much more about dear Natalie right away. Huh. Interesting, very very interesting. Oh, but this was just...delicious. James' features lit up; he heard the whole story and then was presented with her version of the truth from the very same woman herself. He saw it then, that fear that got him so excited, that made his own heartbeat quicken with the surging anticipation of what retribution would come swiftly and violently onto dear, sweet Natalie. Yet they had to pass through this conversation first.
"Hi, Natalie. I'm James," he said smoothly, taking her palm in his own larger one, giving a very firm grip that functioned as a signal that he now knew full well who she really was as if she wasn't entirely aware. "Marissa tells me a lot about you." A lie, and then a pause and a beat. "How is she doing, by the way? I heard that she had gotten sick as she did call off the last few nights; hope it's nothing serious?" Sean seemed to sense the generally taut tension in the air, coiled like a tight piece of rope, even in his inebriation; he didn't say a word. There was no need; James said it all, releasing the smaller hand delicately, flashing the brightest of smiles. Inwardly, he was swearing and deviously plotting, but he simply couldn't resist the false discussion amongst the real one at play. "It's nice to meet you though. Are you cold, by the way? I see that you dressed for the breezy weather," he added quietly, pointing to her out-of-place scarf. "Everything alright? That's a little unusual this time of year." Another beat.
He sorely wanted to reach out with both hands around her exposed neckline and just choke her out till she suffocated to death by his own hand directly, but duly refrained. Her recompense would come...soon. Until then, he merely wore his wide grin for both her and Sean and waited to hear what the great deceiver had to say to him right now.
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