Amanda Fern was twenty years old, long blond hair with brown eyes and many called her beautiful.
She was desired by many men, a six foot beauty, of slim build with curves that drove them wild.
She always dressed to please, like tonight she wore a dress that left nothing to the imagination, it was pink and by the way it clung to her body it was obvious she wore nothing underneath.
She wore leather knee high boots and she was waiting for a client to pick her up for her job was an escort.
At eighteen a rich boyfriend had paid for her to have implants, 34DD, he had been sixty seven and she had dumped him after she got what she wanted.
She found richer and older men paid more to have her, and they never lasted long, if they had the money she would use them and she never lost her heart to any of them.
She had received three hundred dollars from someone by the name of Sam Haine, she had never met him and she was to wait for transport to pick her up to take her to the rural countryside.
She was hoping this Samuel Haine, whoever he was, would be her next sugar daddy.
Suddenly a coach of horses arrived, with a coachman dressed in black, his face hidden by a black scarf who beckoned for her to get into the coach.
"Whatever" she said and entered and sat in the coach, it had leather seats and must have cost a fortune.
The journey was long, leaving the city and heading for the country, past fields which seemed dark and eerie in the night.
They arrived at a mansion, ivy covered the walls and Amanda could see the large oak doors were open as inviting her to enter them.
The coachman opened the door of the coach, and never spoke but she got the message, she was to enter the mansion alone.
As she entered those oak doors, beautiful crystal chandeliers bathed her in candlelight, but there was no one to greet her, it was then she heard his voice for the first time.
"Come to the master bedroom, third floor at the top of the stairs, the door is open" he said from up above those stairs with dark green carpets.
It was a voice of someone younger than she expected, a voice that seemed so ancient but sounded so gentle.
Amanda walked up the stairs then came to her destination, through she could see a four poster bed with white silk sheets, covered with red rose petals and as she entered the room she saw him for the first time.
He looked to be thirtyish, he had long flowing brown hair, it flowed past his shoulders and he was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.
His eyes seemed coal black, but they shined and he seemed so pale skinned, standing there in an old fashioned looking frilled white shirt and black trousers.
He must had been six foot four, she wasn't used to men taller than herself and that voice was like music to her when he spoke.
"You are a beauty indeed, come to me" he said, and she approached him for this was the first time she had ever wanted a man, had felt this way.
He lifted her dress and she felt it glide off over her head and his eyes seemed to glow as he studied her naked body and she knew she had to have him.
He lay her on the bed and she felt him kiss down her body and then his mouth and tongue found her thighs and he tasted her, and she shuddered with delight.
He probed her masterfully with his tongue, tasting her deep inside and she exploded with an ****** that rocked her from within, for the first time she was in love.
He undressed, then joined her on the bed, his body was well formed with muscles and she needed him.
He kissed and gently nibbled her ******* making her wet again, then he was inside her moving with a slow and gentle rhythm, she wrapped her legs around him and screamed as he brought her to ****** time and time again.
He never made a sound and when he came inside her, she felt him flow deep into her and she felt alive, she never knew *** could ever feel like this.
She stayed there on the bed, and she watched him dress and she felt her heart sink, hoping he would ask her to stay and not send her back to the city.
"Please stand my sweet" he said and she obeyed, he came to her and she felt his right hand touch her left breast as her heart beat fast.
She never felt the pain, all she knew was he had something in his hand as he took it away from her chest and she looked down and saw her blood gushing from a hole below her left breast.
She saw the evil in his eyes as he watched her dying, as darkness came to her all she could think was "He stole my heart".
copyright Chris Smith 2010