A maid for Ms. Devilla Roche (Devilla Roche and IntoThe Mystic)

[Devilla-Roche]

Introduction...

We open up our first scene somewhere deep in the Norwegian countryside. Nestled between mountains on two sides and a valley below, sits a sprawling estate that seems endless, is walled off on every side and in its center sits the centuries old Lace Mansion. The property, in its entirety is owned by billionaire Ms. Devilla Roche of Roche Industries (a worldwide conglomerate). It has been in the family for generations and was bequeathed to Devilla some ten years ago when the only living relative, her father died of a brain hemorrhage.

Roche Industries was on the verge of collapse when Devilla took it over and became president and CEO. The company had still been privately held and remains that way even today. Ms. Devilla, as she is referred to by many of her employees, brought Roche Industries out of the abyss and today the company is valued in the hundreds of billions. Devilla, who was the product of the best schooling that money could buy, was also a young woman of breeding, and exceeded the expectations of someone with her family’s wealth. Bearing such a station in life, Devilla put a great emphasis on her appearance which was always impeccable. Clothing was only one facet of her looks. Her body was the symbol of good health. The need for cosmetic surgery, in the right places, added to her overall beauty. In the parlance of many she was referred to as “drop-dead gorgeous.”

Devilla stood out in a crowd, A true vixen of major proportions, she stood 6’0” tall. Her 6” stilettos pushed her height to 6’6”. Energized by the power she had, it didn’t hurt to be the tallest person in the room. With her natural blond wavy hair that ran halfway down her backside, Devilla was quite the looker. Her face was the face of her mother, emerald green eyes, high cheekbones, perfectly slanted nose. Work had been done to her lips and they were big and pillowy. She had a very curvaceous body and had special implants that gave her GG’s for tits. Devilla’s waist was naturally very small, just a hair over 20”. Her hips and derriere were a gift from heaven being naturally big, as were her thighs. She was buxom but definitely not fat. Her skin was always tan, either from trips to the islands or from her use of her own tanning machine. She was the epitome of wealth. She was strikingly beautiful - and that was quite the understatement as she was packaged as so much more than that.

Those good looks naturally made Devilla very confident. It was that confidence that gave her the gumption to make bold moves that saved her father’s company. Although too much of anything good is not advisable. Devilla could be ruthless at times. She had no problems reprimanding or firing a wayward employee. She crushed her competitors when the moment was right. She was calculating, cunning, and enjoyed winning. One would even say that the wealth she amassed may have made her - greedy. Ms. Devilla was Gordon Gekko cubed.

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The Lace Mansion….

The Lace Mansion had been designed and built in the middle of the 17th century, the architect is unknown as the architectural drawings have all but vanished. It was built for Louis de la Roche, who was French born, and had been a successful trader of many things from furniture from the orient to Russian furs. He amassed enough of a fortune to obtain land grants, which included a parcel of land far from the idyllic fjords and abutting Sweden. On that piece of land he built the Lace Mansion, so named because of his wife Collette’s deep obsession with anything lace.

The mansion was enormous and built to have endless rooms, from the attic all the way down to the lower levels below the cellar. It was furnished in many of the items that Louis had obtained as a trader. Opulence was an understatement. Lace adorned the mansion with its many tapestries and many handmade pieces of furniture and wall coverings were made out of real fur.

Generations later, it was in the hands of Devilla Roche, who lived there alone with only two other servants who served primarily as her drivers and as her personal security guards. She had other servants from time to time, but Devilla had been very precise about what she wanted done in the mansion that she loved so dearly. So, as you can imagine, she did a good amount of hiring and firing over the past ten years.

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Roche Industries….

From an old trading company, Devilla’s great grandfather recognized that the industrial revolution would mark a point in time that could not be ignored. He took chances with other investments, some in railroad, some in oil, and in things that he just had a ‘hunch’ about. By the time the company was handed to his son, de la Roche Traders & Co. had become “Roche Industries,” a conglomerate ready to industrialize and serve in the 20th century.

War in Europe did not stop the company from growing. They made it their business to supply the needs of war and manufacture a variety of things from parts to be used in tanks and planes to the distribution of food rations. Ironic that decline would happen later on in that century and in the hands of Devilla’s father it would almost cease to exist.

Devilla Roche, as mentioned earlier, with her financial savviness, her intelligence, and yes, her cut-throat ways would not only save it, but reestablish it as a Fortune 500 company for the 21st century.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

David Markell and Helios Technology....

Ms. Devilla Roche has been keeping an eye on this company as it is one of the up and coming companies that have entered the foray of solar energy technology. With renewables becoming a much bigger piece of the energy pie, especially in Europe, Devilla has put a lot of effort in this area in the hopes to have Roche Industry be a leader in wind, solar and thermal energy technologies.

When she heard a few things about Helios Technology and its founder and CEO David Markell, she paid close attention. Putting together a team of investigators, she had them look into what exactly was Helios working on. Not surprised, she found out that they were developing a prototype solar panel that not only is less costly to manufacture than the ones on the market today, but was far more efficient and could be used in places in the world that had less than a hundred days of sunshine throughout the year.

With the wheels turning in her head, Devilla had to find out more about Mr. Markell and his whereabouts. Her investigative team did a wonderful job at getting hold of his calendar for the month and some pertinent details of what he was doing. This included a trip to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York City and meeting with some of the best patent attorneys in the United States if not the world.

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On a Sunday morning, after getting out of bed, Devilla walks toward one of the north facing windows in her boudoir. The blue and white hues of fresh snow are as far as the eye can see and glitter brightly in the morning sun. She is dressed in her dark mink robe, wearing a peach colored babydoll and her four inch Marabou heels….

“I’ve made a decision. I’m going to go to New York and meet Mr. Markell,” she said aloud smiling to herself. “I don’t think it fair that he and his company obtain the necessary patents to move forward. Besides, it’s December. That means the holidays and shopping in New York. I can’t wait to go to Rockefeller Center and look at the tree and do some shopping on Fifth Avenue.”

A slight grin ran across her face as she thought about a special trip to New York City and coming up with a plan to deal with David Markell.

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Friday evening, mid December in New York…

The Waldorf Astoria…

The Peacock Alley Bar & Lounge….

Devilla has taken a seat in the corner booth patiently waiting for David Markell to walk in the door, hopefully at any moment. The Waldorf and the Peacock itself fits Devilla like a glove. A classy place for a classy woman. She sits there sipping on a 2010 Chateau Montelena Estate cabernet sauvignon. Devilla’s look: a very expensive red dress cut low enough to show off a vast amount of her ample cleavage, she wears her white fox fur coat, and her blonde hair - having been styled that morning - up in a loose bun, her makeup is perfect, six inch high red Louboutins. Devilla would be nowhere without her garter, garter belt, and seamed stockings. She loves to have her diamond earrings on along with her diamond necklace. Yes, Devilla is as classy and rich as they come.

Thinking to herself….
“I was told by my girls (her hench ladies that are with her) that Mr. Markell should be here this evening. They spotted him in here yesterday, so I have just got a hunch that he will show up.”

 

[IntoTheMystic]

It wasn't often that David Markell flew first class on his business trips, but then again this was not just another ordinary trip for him. Though he sat with eyes closed with his travel companion of classical music softly playing in his earbuds, as usual David's mind was in motion. Today though, his thoughts were more contemplative than strategic as he reflected back on the journey that brought him to where he was today.

David had grown up in the suburbs of Indianapolis where he and his parents lived a rather unassuming life. His father worked as an actuary at a national insurance company, his mother a stay-at-home mom until David started high school when she then began to fill her time volunteering at the local library and hospital. Though far from an affluent lifestyle David's upbringing was comfortable, ordinary, which seemed to suit him well.

Perhaps it was in part due to his physical stature but David always seemed more comfortable being in the background than in the spotlight. Like his grandfather before him, David's growth chart seemed to have reached its peak when he was a freshman in high school, and even then he was on the small end of the scale. So, even now at the age of 28 he maintained the same slight 5'5", 128 pound frame he'd had since he first roamed the halls of his high school.

Though he was certainly not disliked as he made his way through high school and college it would be safe to say David was often overlooked, disregarded. After all, though he may have had a brilliant mind that was not the key to popularity at that stage of life, nor to dates on Friday and Saturday nights. Instead, more often than not David sought his comfort zone. The library. Books. In particular, science books.

David also had patience, and an awareness that one day his slight physical stature would eventually take a back seat to what he could accomplish with his mind. While in college he began to supplement his science courses with business classes as he became enamored with entrepreneurship. By the end of his sophomore year he had a plan chiseled in his mind. Rather than going to work for one of the mega corporations David was going to strike out on his own. His own company with his own vision. A company that was not going to be overlooked or disregarded. A place where he could make a difference, yet do so in a low profile way behind the veil of corporate anonymity. Perfect.

Upon graduation David traveled west to California to set up Helios Technology Group, longing to become yet another of the many flourishing start-up ventures in silicon valley. It took very little time for him to realize his decision had been wise, after all silicon valley was the place where geeks and nerds such as himself who may have been nobody's in high school now ruled the land.

Relying on his conservative midwest upbringing David was intent on growing the business slowly, maintaining a low-profile, building a long-standing business the old fashioned way. He did not want to be yet another of those failed ventures that exploded like a rocket but then nearly as quickly crashed back to the ground. What he hadn't counted on though was that although he did indeed build his team and organization slowly, their success and results began to become apparent far quicker than anticipated.

The minds he brought in to the business were both brilliant and hungry and the projects they developed quickly met with great success and acclaim. Within two years Helios Technology and David Markell were creating a buzz in the energy industry. David though still felt more comfortable behind the scenes, hiring a PR person to deal with media and marketing so that he could focus on his pet project, only being the face of the company when absolutely necessary.

With the company running smoothly and efficiently far sooner than anticipated David was able to focus much of his time on his passion - a desire to design solar panels that were truly affordable and effective for the masses. At first even he was not convinced it was possible, but the more hours he poured in to it the more he began to put the pieces together. He put together a team of four of his most brilliant, trusted employees and for the last three years the five of them had focused virtually all of their energy to this task.

Now, amazingly, they had virtually done it! Though the product was not quite ready to go to market, all of the significant scientific challenges and hurdles were behind them. Even to David the accomplishment was hard to believe. This wasn't the sort of product that would simply change his company, this was a product that would change the world.

Admittedly, he had been so wrapped up and singularly focused on the technological aspect of the project David continually procrastinated on the business and legal side. Finally though he'd reached the point that their development was far enough along that it needed to be protected. So, though it was far from his favorite activity he'd set up an appointment with a leading patent attorney who would legally protect their design. It meant flying to New York City during the hustle and bustle of the holidays, but it was indeed one of those corporate necessities that had to be done.

After returning to his room at the Waldorf Astoria David contemplated simply staying in his room for the rest of the evening. Though he was perfectly comfortable in a lab setting, David still felt out of his comfort zone in many social settings, especially in a hotel bar setting. Something about that environment, even after so much success in the business world often left David feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fear that even at 28 his boyish looks would still cause him the embarrassment of being carded if he ordered a drink. Maybe it was the sense of intimidation he felt around confident, assertive women, perhaps a lingering effect of his high school days where just the thought of asking a girl out would have him a nervous wreck. In any event, the prospect of spending a quiet night alone in his room keeping an eye on the small prototype solar panel in his leather messenger bag seemed far less stressful than heading down to the bustle of the business and holiday crowd that no doubt would fill the bar.

Still, this was a big day for David. Tomorrow would signal the beginning of a new day for his company. If both he and Helios Technology were about to make a quantum leap to the next level in the business world he was going to have to get over his anxiety over social situations. And, if he was ever going to have a social life of his own, he was going to have to get over his almost paralyzing awkwardness and intimidation he sometimes felt around women. Sure, he had spent time at the bar yesterday, but that was when he'd met up with an old classmate from college, not nearly as daunting a proposition to David as going alone. But, David told himself he'd go down for one drink, then allow himself to come back to the quiet tranquility of his room. It seemed silly for a grown adult successful business man to feel so awkward in such an ordinary situation, whether he liked it or not he was going to have to work to get over this.

So, David slipped on a blue blazer, crisp white button down oxford, and dress khakis, combed his fingers through his jet black hair then headed down to the bar to confront his anxiety head on. He'd barely stepped inside when he felt his nerves begin to elevate. As expected, the bar was unusually busy, holiday shoppers with their bags, business people laughing and engaged in stories. And, as he feared, the maddening disorganization of customers gathered around the bar in search of a drink. Why couldn't bars be like any other establishment? With well defined lines to which people could conform and organize themselves? To David, the mere act of maneuvering his way through the crowd and up to the bar so that he could simply order a drink was a battle in itself.

The closer he made his way to the bar the more awkward he felt. David sensed the sideways looks he sometimes got because of his small stature, as if people had to do a double take to make sure he wasn't a young, well dressed boy who'd mistakenly wandered in by accident.

As he did his best to convey an appearance far more relaxed than he felt his eyes casually scanned the crowd. Three men standing with bottles of beer in their hands, all seemingly having the time of their life. A group of five women at a table surrounded by wine glasses on their table and shopping bags at his feet. Everywhere he looked he saw groups of people, all enjoying themselves while he simply felt more and more alone. His gaze had nearly circled the room when to his surprise he caught a glimpse of someone else who appeared to be alone.

A woman. In a booth.

David took a second glance and then could not avert his gaze quickly enough. In fact, unconsciously he even turned slightly away from her, invoking the childlike demeanor of 'if I can't see you, you can't see me.' Though he'd only taken in her looks for a moment it was enough for David to realize she was unlike any woman he'd ever seen before. She exuded wealth, confidence and power in a way that brought every sense of intimidation he'd ever felt around women rushing to the surface. And if that wasn't enough, her looks were devastating. God forbid how devastating they might be if he'd have dared gaze at her longer than a brief moment.

David nearly gave up on his mission at that point and fled back to the safety of his room. Instead, he gathered himself, drew in a deep breath and reminded himself of his own personal mandate. One drink. Then, and only then would he allow himself to extricate himself from this social hell he'd immersed himself in to. So, taking a deep breath he continued his quest to somehow make his way through this pack of people and up to the bar where hopefully he wouldn't be carded and hopefully he could order the drink that he would quickly consume so he could achieve his goal, then mercifully make his getaway.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Devilla, with cat-eye precision, sees David enter The Peacock...inwardly she is smiling, happy to see that her hunch was correct...

"Such a small man, so thin and so short, just like the investigators report noted about him," Devilla thought to herself. "He is so delicious looking that I can just eat him up."

Devilla sees a pretty blonde cocktail waitress and snaps her fingers....

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Do you see that short man with the dark black hair trying to make his way up to the bar?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I want you to go up to him and take his drink order and put it on my tab. Say its from the lady in the fur coat and point to me. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Devilla grabs the cocktail waitress by the arm, and a delicious smile grows on her face, "Tell the short man that his drink will be waiting right here at my table. Tell him that he is invited to come to my table. Repeat to me what I want you to do."

"Yes, Ma'am. I am to go up to the short man in the black hair and tell him that your buying a drink for him. I am to tell him to come to your table in order to receive that drink and that he is invited to come to your table."

"Wonderful. Now go."

Devilla lets go of the waitress' arm....

 

[Devilla-Roche]

The pretty blonde cocktail waitress makes her way to the short man with the black hair.....

"Excuse me! Excuse me please!" She says to the patrons.

Then grabs David's arm and pulls at it...she can see his surprise to being pulled....

"Sir, someone has bought you a drink."

The pretty blonde waitress points over to Devilla...

"She says that you must go to her table to get that drink. Oh, and yes you are invited to her table. Anyways, what'll you have sir?"

 

[IntoTheMystic]

From the corner of his eye David could see and hear a pretty blonde waitress doing her best to work her way through the throng of people surrounding the bar. For a moment, he'd even thought she'd made direct eye contact with him. Clearly that must have been his imagination. Why of all people would she look at him? David sensed his anxiety mounting and began to second guess the mandate he'd placed upon himself. Perhaps this wasn't the best day to force himself to work on his anxiety issues and social confidence. It was starting to appear to him like today was the advanced level for that course and he felt that even on a good day he was barely ready for even the intermediate level, at best.

Before he even had a chance to think about escaping to his room David was startled by feeling a tug on his arm and hearing a female voice addressing him. When he turned he found himself looking at the attractive blonde waitress he'd noticed moments ago. Well, to be truthful, he was actually looking slightly up at her given that in her heels she was several inches taller than he was.

Confusion was written all over his face when she explained that a woman had bought him a drink. His initial reaction was that clearly this had to be a mistake and the waitress had wandered up to the wrong customer. This was the sort of thing that happened to other people, not to him. Something about the waitress' voice and her demeanor though quickly extinguished that thought. This waitress appeared to be on a mission and was intent on completing it.

David's eyes followed the direction that she pointed and immediately he had a lump in his throat and it felt as if his heart stopped. Oh god. It was the devastating woman who the mere sight of nearly caused him to scamper out of the bar like a nervous bunny.

He paused, unable to speak for a moment, then managed to reply, "Uhh, gin and tonic please? That would be fine, thank you." In a moment the waitress was dashing off toward the bar and David found himself feeling as if his feet were encased in a foot of concrete. Drawing in a deep breath and straightening the collar on his blazer he summoned up as much courage as he could muster and approached the gorgeous blonde woman sitting alone in the corner booth.

Simply standing at her table in the presence of such a woman had David's legs feeling rubbery. Still, he managed to smile politely as he addressed her.

"Hello, my name is David Markell," he said cordially. "I understand that you'd bought me a drink and rescued me from the crowd? That was very kind of you, thank you so much."

If her beauty, wealth and power weren't intimidating enough from his distant quick glance, being this close to her all but left David breathless. He felt his gaze being magnetically drawn to her luxurious fur and even more so to a display of deep, ample, alluring cleavage that exuded irresistible female power. Silently he told himself, "Maintain eye contact, maintain eye contact."

The problem was that her emerald green eyes were so beautiful, so captivating he found himself feeling trapped in them. He swallowed hard and momentarily averted his gaze completely to try to gather some composure. When this trip had began David had been filled with confidence and self-assurance, feeling as if he had indeed raised himself up from his humble beginnings and now indeed was 'someone'. Now though, in the presence of this woman he felt those feelings of being small and insignificant flooding back to him.

David had been wrong about his trip to the bar being the advanced course for working on his anxiety and confidence. This was the PhD level course and he felt woefully unprepared. Still, he resumed eye contact and smiled politely, telling himself that all he needed to do was get through one drink and then he would make a beeline back to the safety of his room so he could calm his nerves.

As awkward, uncomfortable and nervous as he felt David knew what etiquette required for this situation. So, in as steady a voice as he could manage he asked, "May I join you please?"

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Devilla could see from where she was sitting just how nervous Mr. Markell was. There was that hesitation in his step possibly out of caution or nervousness or both. As he advanced closer and closer Devilla knew that she was about to put her plan into place...to make sure that Mr, Markell and Helios would be taken care of and but good.

When Mr. Markell made it to the table Devilla couldn’t believe his petite size. When he spoke his first words to her she remarked to herself, “How precious he is, I must have him for myself. I am sure of that now.”

With his awkward request Devilla obliged...in a smooth, even sexy manner, she tapped the dark velour booth seat (which was in the shape of a semi-circle around the elongated round table….

In a very mellow and sultry voice Devilla answered him…
“Mr. Markell, why don’t you sit right here next to me.”

The cocktail waitress is timely as she brings Mr. Markell his gin and tonic….

Again, in her sultry voice…
“Perfect timing!”

Devilla turns to the waitress and gives her a devilish wink….the cocktail waitress responds with a smile….

In her continued sultry voice…
“Now Mr. Markell, do get comfy.” ~she raises her glass of wine~ “ Shall we have a toast. To meeting new people perhaps?”

 

[IntoTheMystic]

David was just about to make his way toward the opposite side of the semi-circular booth when he saw a delicately manicured finger tap the spot adjacent to her. His eyes widened slightly, and when he heard her sultry voice ask him to sit next to her he felt a feverish twinge as his face blushed noticeably.

He paused ever so briefly, as if clueless how to proceed. Then, doing his best to make it appear as if it were an every day occurrence for a goddess of a woman to invite him to sit next to her at her booth he replied, "Of course, thank you."

David slid in to the booth, just close enough to maintain an appearance of being friendly and cordial yet clearly far enough away to maintain some space between them. Once he found himself seated next to her David could not have felt more unsure of himself.

With their height difference the view of her tantalizing cleavage was all but inescapable, compounded by the luxurious fur that appeared so soft you could sink in to it and never be found again. When he glanced down he quickly brought his eyes back up. Oh god, did he just see a hint of a garter and stockings?? Then, there was the matter of this gorgeous woman's pure, irresistible beauty. Clearly, there was no 'safe place' where David could rest his gaze without his heart pounding in his chest.

She was enough to render the most confident of men speechless, but for David he felt so far out of his league that he could sense that familiar scrambling of his brain beginning that happened to him around confident, assertive women. When the waitress arrived at their table he briefly made eye contact with her, in a way that almost screamed, "Help me!", yet she simply left the drinks, smiled at the mystery woman then left him alone with her.

"Indeed," he agreed when she proposed a toast, after all, god knows David was in need of a drink. His hand was trembling just enough to be noticeable as they clinked their glasses together.

"To meeting new people," he echoed. He took a sip of his gin and tonic, then added, "And, to new opportunities." David took another sip, though what he really wanted was to down the remainder in a gulp to calm his nerves then scurry back to his room.

When his unsteady hand set his glass back down he asked in a tentative voice, "So, may I ask your name? And, what brings you to the Waldorf in this hectic time of year?" Even maintaining eye contact was a challenge for David and he found himself needing to periodically look away, as if admiring a holiday decoration on the wall.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Devilla grinned from ear to ear as she watched his trembling hand hold his glass of gin and tonic. She watched as David’s eyes wandered about with such a nervousness. This came to be very entertaining for Devilla making her smile even more.

Devilla looked straight at David with her smoldering eyes and continued with the same inflexion in her sexy sounding voice….
“Yes, to meeting new people,” she reaffirmed, then took a healthy sip of her wine.

David then asked about her name…
“Oh forgive me Mr. Markell, its Deanna Jackson.”

Then he inquires about her business here in The Big Apple….
“Well, I’m actually visiting family. I live out in Los Angeles, but I have family here in the New York area and up in Boston. I came in a day early to see the sights and am going to meet with my family tomorrow.”

Devilla takes another long sip of her wine....then looks back at him with her hungry eyes…
“So my dear Mr. Markell, what brings you to this fair city?”

 

[IntoTheMystic]

The way that she looked at him was unnerving and the silky tone of her voice weaved through his mind in a way that made David feel all the more uncomfortable.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Jackson," he replied. "And how nice that you're able to make it out to the east coast to visit family. I'm sure they'll be delighted to see you."

She then looked at him in a way that not only caused David to avert his gaze as subtly as possible, his body involuntarily scooted over subtly, creating a bit more distance between them. His mind temporarily short-circuited until he cleared his throat and managed to continue, his nerves now slightly even more noticeable. Now, not only was David feeling nervous because of the fact he was sitting next to the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen in his life, but also because he did not want to reveal his true reason for being here.

"Oh, just a bit of business, nothing significant," he replied, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. "Hopefully everything will be wrapped up tomorrow and I'll be on my way back to the west coast."

Wanting to be polite to this woman who had so graciously bought him a drink, he added with a smile, "I'm not much for business travel, but this trip did give me good fortune of meeting you, so that was a nice perk for me." David took another sip of his gin and tonic, thinking to himself, "Ten more minutes.... by then I should be finished with my drink and I can politely excuse myself to my room."

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Devilla took a swig of the last of her wine, but could see out of the corner of her eye that David was creating a bit more distance between them...

"He's not getting away from me," Devilla thought herself.

And then the cocktail waitress came to the table...in her very pert, almost bimbo voice...
"Another red wine Ma'am?"

Devilla gave the young lady her attention and said, "Yes, of course and bring another drink for this gentlemen next to me."

"Yes, Ma'am of course."

Devilla watched her sashay back over to the bar, then turned to David and gave him quite the look as if she had caught him doing something wrong...she knew he was being cagey on purpose...she wasn't here to collect any information, she already knew everything about him and why he was in New York....

She kept things quite playful...again tapping the velour semi-circle seat right next to herself....and in a VERY seductive manner...
"Mr. Markell, it will be difficult for me to talk to you from over there. Come right here next to me. I promise I won't bite."

With that she smiled in a lustily manner....

 

[IntoTheMystic]

Oh god.

So much for his plan to quickly finish off one drink and escape to his room. David looked at 'Deanna', feeling like a mouse trapped in a corner. He did his best to smile as he said, "Why, thank you.... that's really not necessary though. I hate to.... you know.... monopolize all of your time when you've been so kind to me."

Oh god, oh god.

David's blush returned when he realized she'd noticed him apparently not so subtly shifting away moments early. "I guess it is a bit noisy in here this evening, isn't it?," he said with a sheepish look on his face. He scooted over toward her slightly, a few beads of perspiration beginning to form on his forehad.

He took another sip of his gin and tonic, a bigger one this time. Aware of how unsteady his hand he was David immediately pulled his hand away and rested it on the table top.

The way she was now looking at him was so smoldering, so unnerving that David felt a need to try to steer the conversation toward something as safe and innocuous as possible. With his breathing becoming a bit unsteady he asked, "So, are you all done with your holiday shopping? Or, are you like me and have barely got started?"

Oh god, where was the waitress with his next drink? And how soon could he get out of here??

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Devilla was glad to see he came closer to her, but could see that he was having a breakdown and this was just too much fun for her to watch...knowing what was install for him in the next forty-eight hours, this was only the beginning...

She looked on as he took the biggest gulp yet, finishing his drink...

In a smoldering tone....
"I have most of my shopping done, but I was looking for something for myself. I couldn't make up my mind and Fifth Avenue has so many stores. But, I think I now finally found what I want."

With that, she placed her smooth, silky hand on his right leg, right on the top of his thigh...she made sure enough of her fox fur coat brushed against the skin of his arm...she could see it froze him....

Just then the cocktail waitress came back with the drinks....

"Here you are Ma'am."

She place the wine down...

"Sir, your gin and tonic."

Knowing that Devilla was in charge at this table as she was paying for all the drinks, she said in her perky voice....
"Will there be anything else Ma'am?"

Devilla's hand stayed where it is and she gave David's leg a light squeeze....

"No that will be all."

The waitress moved on and Devilla picked up her glass and took a sip of her wine....
"It is noisy in here Mr. Markell. What shall we do about that?"

 

[IntoTheMystic]

When David first found himself in the presence of this goddess of a woman he was overwhelmed by the way she exuded power, confidence and wealth. Now though, a new element had arisen that he hadn't expected. Sex. Pure, irresisitible female sexual power.

Surely he had to have been imagining it. Women like her do not come on to men like him. Maybe in tawdry fiction novels or corny porn, but absolutely not in real life. Still, the sound of her voice, the intimidating gaze of her eyes, had David a nervous wreck.

Then, he felt her silky soft hand on his thigh and her indescribably soft fur brush against him. Before he knew it, David involuntarily whimpered. Literally whimpered. He thought to himself, "Oh god please, let that be only in my head," but the look on his face conveyed otherwise.

At this point David's mouth was open slightly, it was the only way he was able to keep enough oxygen coming in to his system to keep from passing out. There was no mistaking, 'Deanna' could not possibly be more in charge, and he began to feel less and less like he had any say in how the evening was progressing.

His eyes closed briefly at the feel of her hand squeezing his leg, his breathing now more like soft panting. David watched, mesmerized, the curl of her slender manicured fingers around the stem of her wine glass, her perfect lips at the rim of the glass.

Swallowing hard in a voice that was unsteady and quavering, he pitifully suggested, "We.... could.... go to the lounge near the lobby? That looked less crowded when I passed through earlier?"

At this point David was beginning to feel a bit light-headed, only partially because he'd finished his first drink. Mostly because his nearness to this vixen was now rapidly taking its toll on him.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Devilla took a sip of her wine as she listened to his idea of going to the lounge near the lobby...

Now her hand move ever so slowly up and down his thigh...

In her sultry voice...
"I believe it will still be noisy over there. I have an idea for a quiet spot to have the rest of our drinks. Look, I know what my hotel room looks like, but I have the faintest idea what yours looks like. So, why don't we go to your hotel room and have the rest of our drinks up there?"

 

[IntoTheMystic]

David Markell was 28 years old. He was a brilliant, successful businessman, in some circles even somewhat famous. Still, embarrassingly, never had he taken a woman to his hotel room on a business trip. Well, ok, perhaps he'd never really had the opportuity before.

While part of his mind recognized what was happening, another part found it far too impossible to believe. After all he'd been brought up in the conservative midwest of the United States where his parents' mantra was, "If it's too good to be true, it's not true." Without a doubt in his mind, Ms. Deanna Jackson's interest in him was way too good to be true.

Still, she had bought him two drinks. He couldn't be rude. Politeness and civility were also values instilled in him in the conservative midwest.

"Well, it's not much, really. I mean, it's nice, but it's not a suite or anything extravagant.," he replied.

Oh god, her hand running slowly up.... and down.... his thigh was maddening. Ok, ok, they were both nearly done with their drinks. He'd invite her up, she'd be finished with her wine in ten minutes, and the night would be over.

Nodding, David continued, "Of course, sure. That would be lovely. I would love that." What he would have really loved would have been if she stopped so sensually running her hand along his thigh. Completely against his will he felt himself beginning to harden, not that it was an impressive sight by any means. Still, with the way his nerves had him trembling and her hand had him stiffening David was beginning to feel like 'Deanna' was far more in control of his body at the moment than he was.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

With agreement from David Matkell, as nervous as he was, her plan was advancing quite nicely....
"Wonderful David! May I call you David?"

Devilla picked up a black leather purse from her side and took out a $50 bill and placed it on the table for a tip for the cocktail waitress...then she slowly shuffled her sumptuous derriere along the booth seat in the other direction...as she slowly stood up she seemed to grow like a giant...with her height, very tall for a woman and her six inch heels, she was certainly the tallest woman in the room if not the tallest person in the room...the fur coat only magnified her enormous height....some people looked in her direction - some stared and others turned away, but Devilla being such a confident woman paid them no mind...

Then she saddled herself next to David. Their height difference could not be more pronounce...she knew that he was only 5'5" and that made for even more eyes on them both...

With her drink in her hand Devilla looked down at David...and in that sultry tone, with a hint of excitement she smiled and said...
"Okay David, my dear, I'll follow you."

 

[IntoTheMystic]

Though David had clearly sensed that 'Deanna' was a tall woman he really had no idea until he saw her stand up. My god, this woman had legs that went forever, perfectly formed full, voluptuous curves and she all but towered above the small man. Awkwardly enough, David virtually found himself gazing directly at her ample cleavage and soft fur when they stood side-by-side.

Feeling an even elevated sense of deference to this gorgeous woman, David nodded and in a timid voice simply said, "Yes ma'am." Though moments ago the thought of going to his room with her had all but terrified him, right now David simply wanted to get out of the view of the crowd at the bar, many seemingly with amused looks on their faces. He was unsure if they were amused by how small of a man he was in comparison to her, or how obvious it was that a man like himself really was not worthy to be in the company of a woman like this. Either way, David did not like how insignificant he was now feeling so he was more than ready to make his way out of the bar.

The elevator had a handful of other guests as they rode up to the 4th floor which meant more curious eyes subtly glancing at the obviously mismatched couple. By the time they reached the door of his hotel room David's hand was shaking so much that it was a struggle to successfully unlock his door with his keycard, failing twice then finally succeeding on his third attempt.

After unlocking the door he pushed it open, and doing his best to be a gentleman extended his arm to hold it open so she could enter first. "Please, after you," he offered, following behind her. David winced slightly at the sound of the door closing behind them, the sound setting off his nerves and reminding him he was indeed now alone with this gorgeous woman in his hotel room.

Having no idea what to do in this situation he took another sip of his gin and tonic then set it down on the desk in the room. Standing completely still, almost as if he'd been turned in to a statue he said, "Not a bad room, though I suspect it's not quite like yours." Glancing toward the window he added, "But, it does have a nice view of the city." He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, barely able to comprehend the fact that somehow, someway he had found himself alone with this woman in his room.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Devilla glanced down at David and gave a chirping, "Thank you dear." ...for holding the door to his room open for her. With his comment about her room most likely being better than his Devilla agreed with a "Yes, it is." ...and then continued and rather than mock his room she said, "This is rather quaint, even cozy." ...as she walked into the room and looked at the room, after all this was THE Waldorf Astoria, and such a hotel with its history, its pedigree, had certain standards....Devilla eyed the king-sized bed with had a lovely wood-carved head board and was well appointed in every way imaginable....

Devilla made her way to the drapes and open them up...with her arms outstretched and her big fox fur coat she seemed to grow even more...with the drapes no open Devilla couldn't help but to remark....
"Yes, you are right David. It's a beautiful view."

Then she quickly turned around and had that look in her face...the face of a woman with wanton, unadulterated lust...a woman on a mission...a woman who wants something and will get it....

She approached David slowly, her heels still making pronounced sounds in the hotel room carpet...she wore a devilish smile and then was inches from David...she took a big gulp of her red wine finishing it and then grabbed gently at his necktie, playing with it...

In her sultriest tone she said...
"I'm going to use your bathroom if you don't mind. Why don't you wait for me on your bed. I'll just be a minute. I need to freshen up."

With that she went into the bathroom, turned on the light and closed the door behind her....

 

[IntoTheMystic]

Clearly 'Deanna' was far more comfortable and at ease in David's hotel room than he was, strolling calmly across the room as if it now were her own. Meanwhile David simply remained standing near the entryway, barely venturing very far in to his own room at all. He observed silently, part of him in awe at her confidence, watching how within seconds she had all but taken over the room.

"My god," he whispered softly beneath his breath when he saw her standing in front of the window, arms outstretched, her full voluptuous curves silhouetted by the light of the city. At that moment to David she literally looked like a goddess who ruled over the city, the vision simply surreal to him.

But when she turned and began to slowly approach him with a look in her eyes unlike any he'd ever seen from a woman before David felt on the verge of a meltdown. He tried to offer a polite smile, but it came off as simply sheepish and nerve racked. Without realizing it he'd actually taken several small steps backward, like helpless prey instinctively trying to retreat from its stalker.

To no avail though, he swallowed hard as he watched her manicured fingers toy with his tie, her voice so seductive that for a moment David had forgotten to breathe. Coming out of his brief trance he quietly replied, "Yes ma'am," his voice breaking noticeably. He then cleared his voice and in an attempt to appear more composed added, "Please, make yourself at home. Take your time, I'll be right here."

When she disappeared from view and the door closed behind her David felt as if he were going to have a full-scale panic attack. He was whispering to himself, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," moving about the room randomly as he tried to sort out in his mind what was happening and what he should be doing.

Wait for her on the bed?? Oh god, what did that mean??

He sought out his gin and tonic, nearly finishing it with one long gulp, desperate to find some way to calm his nerves. Exhaling deeply he did his best to calm himself down, telling himself that he was getting worked up for nothing and that ten minutes from now they'd be done with their drinks and his world would be back to normal.

Still, she had told him to wait for her on his bed, so feeling the need to comply with what she'd asked David moved over to his bed. For a moment he simply looked at it as if he'd never seen a bed before in his life, wondering exactly how he should be waiting for her on it. With his heart pounding in his chest he simply moved to the foot of the bed and sat down, hands clasped in front of him, almost as if he were sitting in a pew at church.

Though mentally he was focusing on trying to appear as calm and casual as possible, his body language and posture was anything but that. Meanwhile, his gaze kept darting back to the bathroom door, the mere thought that it might soon open causing his heart to all but pound out of his chest.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Devilla, once in the bathroom, she immediately removed her $50,000 white fox fur and tossed it onto a hand-made metal chair....she then removed her $10,000 designer dress and hung it up in the bathroom...conveniently there was a hanger in the bathroom...Devilla stood there in front of the bathroom mirror...in her black lace bra, specially designed for her an her unique sized 38GG's, her black lace garters, garter belts, and her matching G-string panties she stood...looking for her lipstick in her black purse...once she found it, she reapplied the lipstick to her lips as she stared in the mirror...at that point she pursed her lips, fixed her hair for a moment and then winked at herself...Devilla certainly was not without a good helping of vanity...no doubt she was beautiful and that beauty certainly gave her a bold sense of self, which is why her confidence was so much a part of why she was a success with Roche Industries...

Devilla pulled on the wide welt of her stockings and fixed them...the scrollwork in the lace of the welts were like artwork from the art nouveau period...she also straightened her garter belts and then put her fur coat back on and then exited the bathroom...

Her first glimpse of David, at this point, was that of a nervous child worried that he was in trouble with his mother...there he sat with his hands in a ball in front of him, visibly shaking, not knowing what would happen to him next....

Devilla pulled out all the stops...she stood in the doorway, between the hall and the hotel bedroom and placed her arm up, let her fur coat open up wide as she pulled it back with her left hand resting on her curvaceous hip...the pose in many ways was a cliche, like from out of a racy paperback novel, but Devilla didn't care...she loved being like this, especially if it was a part of some ulterior motive - which it was...so there she stood, the epitome of a sexual dynamo ready to spring in action....

She stood there for about ten seconds and could see that David's attention was at her, his mouth wide open...slowly she advance toward him and placed her hand on his necktie again and loosened it...

Then she spoke in that smoldering voice....
"You men are so much like boys when it comes to a real woman. That's what I am David a real woman. Yes, a woman who is lusting for certain things that she can only get from a man. I want some of those things from you. And yes, I chose you. You don't have to ask why. You don't have to figure it out."

She removed his tie and tossed it on the floor...then she removed his jacket slowly...he let her as he sat there....she tossed his jacket on the floor in the other direction....

Then....suddenly....without warning....she placed her hands on either side of his collared shirt and,with brute strength, pulled at the shirt in opposite directions....buttons flied in the air and then the sound of the shirt...

~RRRRIPPPPP!!!~

...ripping...it gave way and honestly ripped into two pieces....smiling, Devilla just tossed them onto the floor as well....then she placed her hand on his belt and picked him up off the bed and then walked around the bed and gently placed him on the bed and had him lay down....she then got on the king sized bed and repositioned him in the middle and hovered over him....

Slowly...she began to remove his belt....

 

[IntoTheMystic]

Though David was clearly was far more socially awkward and unaware than most men of his age and status, he wasn't totally naive. Even he knew if a woman all but invited herself up to his hotel room, excused herself so she could make herself more comfortable, instructed him to wait for her on his bed that there was at least some chance that she might have sexual intentions in mind. He wasn't sure if it was 10% or 90%, but just knowing the % was something higher than zero was enough to make him feel worlds out of his comfort zone.

What occurred next though was so unanticipated, so unimaginable to David that his mind barely had the ability to grasp the notion that it was really happening. The sight of 'Deanna' standing provocatively in the doorway wearing nothing more than the most exquisite feminine lingerie he'd ever seen, her luxuriously soft fur seductively framing full breasts, and looking at him with a gaze that provoked a pitiful whimper from his lips was surreal.

"Ms. Jackson..... I..... I..........," he stammered, fidgeting nervously on the foot of the bed.

His mindless babbles were silenced by her sultry voice that all but dripped with sex, David immediately quieting himself and listening as if being reprimanded by a school teacher. He watched her fingers at work on his tie, peeling it off of him as if he had absolutely no say in the matter.

Though David did indeed have a brilliant mind it could not absorb and keep pace with the words he was hearing from her. Surely, this was a dream and not really happening?? And, oh god, she wasn't content with simply removing his tie. He sat motionless as if paralyzed, watching as his jacket was her next target, his eyes watching in disbelief as it landed on the floor as well.

His eyes then though widened and he gasped incredulously as his shirt all but magically vanished from his chest, buttons flying, fabric tearing, and 'Deanna' looking like a woman on a mission. By now David was dazed and overwhelmed, finding himself the target of what seemed to be the sexual fury of the most intimidating, dominant women he could have ever imagined.

With his bare, pale, nearly hairless chest now revealed to her gaze David looked at her with almost pleading eyes. He started to speak, "M-Ms. Jackson.... oh my god..... w-what....," but before he could finish his thought he found himself being picked up and carried as if he were little more than a small child to her. He found himself lying on the bed, looking up at this gorgeous, seductive woman who had first taken control of his room with ease but had now clearly had her sights on taking control of him next.

David's body was visibly trembling, and though he felt completely overwhelmed and unnerved by this unimaginable turn of events he also couldn't help but be aroused as well. David's fantasies were all haunted with women like this, confident, intimidating, sexually assertive women. They simultaneously made him feel weak and helpless, yet at the same time their sensual feminine female sexuality was like an irresistible aphrodisiac.

"Oh my god, Ms. Jackson.... D-Deanna..... I don't believe this....," he panted breathlessly as he watched her hands move to his belt. Oddly enough, even though he was clearly the center of this scene in a way he felt as if he were merely a bystander. Clearly, this was not a discussion. This was not a request. Deanna was not asking for his opinion nor what he wanted. She was simply taking what she wanted, and for god knows what reason... at the moment that seemed to be him.

David was far from the most confident guy around women. He was well aware that physically he was a small guy. Truth be known, he was a small guy in all parts of his anatomy. And, if Deanna continued she would soon be clued in on that fact as well. Even with ordinary women David often felt self conscious and uncomfortable in bed with women, but with her? Oh my god. This was a woman who had the beauty, curves and size of a sexual goddess. He, on the other hand was a mere mortal male. And, a small embarrassingly petite one at that.

The more David pondered what the outcome of this might be if she continued the more anxious and embarrassed he started to become. Though he sensed he had neither the strength nor the willpower to stop her David felt the need to at least try to preserve some sense of what little dignity he might now have left.

In a weak, shaking voice he pleaded, "M-Ms. Jackson.... Deanna..... you... are by far the most beautiful women I've ever seen... b-but... I don't think..... this is a good idea..... I r-really don't know if we should continue...."

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Devilla hears David's cries, such that he is, almost infant-like in comparison to the sexual dynamo that hovers above him...and like an infant she shushes him...

"Shhhhush, David!"

Devilla removes his belt handily and slowly pulls down his pants...she sees the little tent in his underwear and takes his small penis in stride...she doesn't make fun, she goes with the flow...even though her motives here are diabolical in nature at the moment she doesn't mind having some unbridled sex...and even if she is dealing with a small penis, you take what you can get...

Continuing to pull his trousers down past David's knees, she pulls off his left shoe and hurls it across the room and does the same with his right one....

In her sultry voice....
"You won't be needing those."

Then she has his trousers off and throws them across the room too....

"Know lets see what we've got here."

Ever so slowly...gently....she pulls down his underwear...the head of his hard penis shows through.....normal....then his shaft...in totality it is definitely less than 5" maybe even 4"....she grins....

And then rubs it gently with her manicured, soft hand....
"It's lovely David. I can't wait to have it inside of me."

With that her head goes down...her hair still in its loose bun...her pillowy, wet lips take hold of his head...then in the next motion the whole thing is in her mouth...she flexes her tongue in a swirling motion around his shaft and then does the one thing that puts a man in total ecstasy....Devilla hums with her throat...a lovely M-O-A-N....

"Mmmmmmmmm!!!"

As she moves her head up and down....David's hard cock withdrawing and entering her gorgeous mouth....

 

[IntoTheMystic]

At her first admonition David silenced himself. Even under normal circumstances 'Deanna' was the sort of woman he struggled to say no to. Under these circumstances? Good god. David felt so under her control at the moment that the thought of not doing as she asked never even entered his mind.

Now, with him lying on the bed half undressed and her curvy, voluptuous beauty towering over him David sensed a change in her demeanor. No longer did she need to overwhelm him with a sexual fury as she did when she approached him in her seductive lingerie, all but ripping the clothes off of his small, trembling frame. It was as if she could now see the surrender in his eyes, his realization and acceptance that he knew she was in control and they were going to be playing by her rules. There was no mistaking that at that moment he was hers, and she could do as she pleased with him at whatever pace she desired.

Oddly enough, David felt even more helpless at her removal of his pants, shoes and underwear than when she'd all but stripped him in a frenzy moments earlier. This pace now felt like a form of slow torture, as if she was purposely taking her time with him now just because she knew she could. David knew it was only a matter of moments before his 'unveiling' and that there was nothing he could do to stop it. His breathing was erratic, his gaze alternating between watching her work and simply gazing at the ceiling in disbelief, waiting for the inevitable.

A quiet gasp escaped his lips when he felt his cock being revealed to her gaze, his sense of inadequacy in comparison with this vixen spiraling even deeper. Mercifully, benevolently, rather than derisively mocking him she was kind and complimentary. David knew she was lying, still, he appreciated it. "Thank you," he said, a noticeable sigh of relief coming from him even though he knew she was only being polite.

Her hand felt as soft as the finest silk, her mere touch enough to cause his eyes to widen and moan softly. David felt as aroused and hard as he'd ever been in his life, but even now his length barely would have measured 4". David then groaned as his small, hard quivering cock was suddenly enveloped in velvety soft, moist warmth.

He looked down in disbelief and saw how she had taken the length of him in to her mouth with ease. When she began to hum David whimpered then groaned, "Oh my god....," his eyes beginning to glaze over in pleasure.

His small body began to move, his slender hips writhing on the bed. David was not accustomed to this kind of pleasure, his head soon mindlessly lolling from side to side. The pleasure was building rapidly, too rapidly, his body becoming feverishly hot.

"Ms. Jackson..... Deanna..... oh god, so good...... that's sooo good....," he moaned. His body was quivering, his hips now trying to rhythmically lift up and down off the bed.

Realizing this degree of pleasure was far more than he was capable of handling he began warning, "Oh god..... please..... s-slow down...... stop....... wait........I'm getting too close......." The last thing he wanted to do was to humiliate himself by prematurely orgasming within just moments of being in her mouth.

"Ms. Jackson....... please..... s-stop for just a minute..........," his voice now slightly more pleading. Now, David found himself in a battle with his body, trying to hold back the orgasm that was now rapidly bubbling up inside him and nearly ready for release.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Devilla dismisses not only David's writhing, but his pleas to have her stop sucking his little cock...when he begs her, "To please stop for a minute," she looks up at him with her eyes, those "fuck me" eyes...then she closes them again and continues to suck on his cock...bobbing her head up and down...Devilla knew full well if he was going to cum, he would ejaculate in her mouth...that is what she expected and that is what she wanted him to do....so her humming, the movement of her tongue swirling about his shaft, was more pronounced and quicker...