TEN YEARS AGO

Marcus Malcolm Glazer was a model citizen who owned a chain of chop bars and high-end restaurants. He was a big believer in catering to both ends of the scale; why leave any money on the table when it’s all there for the taking?

But that was Marcus Glazer, the side he showed during the day. At night, he went from model citizen Marcus to no good Kane Glazer, high society swinger and purveyor of lustful treats for men and women with little morals and a lot of money. If you were a spoilt, entitled brat who liked to be rough, he had just the girl for you. If you were a classy lady with a ravenous appetite, he had the perfect gentleman for you. He did not care who you were as long as you had money.

Image, quality and class were the only things that meant anything to him, and he made sure that his girls and guys were top of the line. He went as far as giving them beauty treatments, massages and fitness sessions just to make sure they could satisfy every type of client. He had slim ones and he had thick ones, he had tall ones and petite ones, he had them all. You could have multiple girls or guys at once and you could do whatever you wanted as long as you didn’t disrespect or endanger them, but Kane had one rule: no personal relationships. If a client fell for one of his treats, they’d lose their place on his list. If a treat fell for a client, they’d no longer work for him.

Most importantly, if a treat fell for a treat, not only would they lose their jobs with him, but they’d never work anywhere. Kane’s client list included politicians, religious leaders, military leaders, the who’s who of society. If he chose to blackball someone, they’d best move to another country.

Right now, he was in his study at home, watching a movie. He’d seen it multiple times before, but Law Abiding Citizen never lost its appeal to him. He even knew some of the lines and still got a kick out of it. He was so focused on the movie that he didn’t realize what was going on around him until he felt someone’s breath on his head.

He looked up, and the sight immediately relegated the movie to a distant world of thorough disinterest. “Stella, you gorgeous woman.”

While he was distracted by the movie, his secretary who doubled as his stress reliever had walked in, wearing a lace negligee that had been fashioned into a bodysuit. Somehow, the outfit managed to reveal just enough and hide only what needed to be uncovered, and it was designed to drive any man mad. Over that, she wore a black contrast lace satin which only served to exaggerate every curve of her voluptuous 6 foot frame.

She’d walked all that sexiness right up to him and lined his head right between her voluptuous bust. “I know the Monslant issue has had you a bit worked up for a couple of days now. It’s time for a session with the doctor.”

Kane immediately got up. He wasn’t one to fawn over a woman, given the business he ran, but this was one woman he had no problem breaking character for. The only person she’d been with was him, and she knew everything there was to know about him and took him as he was.

Kane sized her up carefully, like a predator preparing to spring. “You know what this outfit’s going to mean for you.”

“I do. Do you?”

“Oh? Is the doctor being cocky?”

“The doctor wants nothing less than double the last payment.”

“Double. I see we have every intention of being properly spent today.”

Stella undid the button underneath the bodysuit, right between her thighs. She then walked up to Kane, put her fingers in his mouth, and lowered all of his 6’ 3” frame down to the ground, bending over to make sure he was laid down while letting the prospect of her hanging bust taunt his eyes. She then stood right over his face, giving him a view which only made him more ravenous.

“What’s gotten into you today, innocent Stella?”

“You’ve had your 99 turns at domination. It’s time for my one.” She slowly lowered herself onto his wide open mouth and said, “Take off those pants now.”

*****

Stella lay next to Kane, her legs facing him. Neither of them had any clothes left on them, and there were pieces of fabric on the floor from what used to be the lace bodysuit. The heavy breathing and damn-near labored grunts that came out of them were a testament to the just-completed intense devouring of each other.

Kane knew she’d come for him, but he was not ready for just how much she’d meant him today. She’d said she wanted to be doubly spent, and she was true to her word. She came to fully dominate him, but Kane was too skilled not to respond in kind. This was a battle for supremacy, and he would not bow to her. She knew he’d do this, and she had no intention of backing down. By the time it was over, they’d both exploded in passion at the same time, fully accepting that in this war, no one was meant to win.

“Goddamn, Stella! What the hell possessed you, woman!”

Stella looked up at him. “All cats can become feral in the right setting. She was hungry all week.”

“I should’ve known when you walked in here looking like my fantasy that you were here to smoke me. I really was stressed though.”

“I know. You only put on Law Abiding Citizen when you need a distraction. Also, Tembo was in here earlier, fully worried you were going to fire him over the Monslant problem.”

“Why, what happened?”

“Apparently, the boy understands his position better than Tembo thought. So when Tembo threatened to expose him to his father, that boy did not blink. Gigi may have told him about the drug op she ran, and you know she knows enough to start a fire. He threatened to go to the Oracle with that info if we didn’t send her back to appease him for what he perceives as an insult to him.”

Kane was tired, but he was also angry. “That little shit! Does he really think I became Kane by appeasing little boys? I would have already sent the boys to deal with him, but being that close to the Oracle of God means danger for me.”

A puzzled Stella sat up. “Malcolm, I know his reputation, but are you really that concerned to where you’d rather let this boy walk all over you and Tembo?”

“Stella, one of the reasons I’ve survived this long is that I know not to poke the bear, and to make sure I can actually stop the bear if I poke it by accident. I don’t need any problems with that man of God, whether I believe in his religion or not. Don’t you remember that prayer he prayed when the finance minister’s daughter got kidnapped? Don’t you remember what happened after? The last guy was barely breathing as he confessed the whole thing in public. And he still died after.”

Stella understood the problem. The boy in question was Parker Monslant, son of Bishop Charles Monslant, right hand to the Archbishop of King’s Court Chapel, the Oracle of God. The Archbishop’s affection for the Monslants was well-known; they were family to him. To touch one of them would be to touch him. And given the Archbishop’s exploits, no one was crazy enough to cross him.

Parker was a regular client who only asked for Gigi, and there had never been a problem until a week ago, when Tembo got a call and had to rush to the hospital to see a battered Gigi in the ICU. Apparently, the son of the clergy was now obsessed with sodomy. He’d made several attempts to use her to satisfy his obsession, but she’d repeatedly refused to oblige, so he resorted to violence. He roughed her up and bloodied her face, and then tried to put the neck of an Alvaro bottle where it absolutely should not go.

Thankfully, he never went through with it because his driver knocked at the door to notify him of his father’s summons. He saw her refusal as an act of disrespect and wanted her back, something Kane was not about to allow. This would’ve been much easier if that’s all that had happened, but apparently Gigi had gotten chatty about the other business, and now they had a real issue. Gigi would definitely have to go, no doubt, but the boy needed handling too.

As Kane lay there, trying to figure out what to do, Stella slightly parted her legs and winked at him. Kane shook his head. “Has the feral cat not had enough?”

“Oh she has, of the main meal. But there’s always dessert.”

“And here I thought she was above the sin of gluttony.”

“A kitty cat with scruples? When have you ever met one?”

Kane laughed, but then it hit him.

Scruples. That was it!

He sat up. “Stella, have you, per chance, ever heard any sermon on bloodline patterns?”

“No. Why?”

“When I used to be a man of scruples back in my youth church days, it was the main thing for a full month. One of the teachings I remember was of this character who liked fair women. His father also liked fair women, and his grandmother was fair. We know the boy’s a rotten egg, but he had to have got the trait from somewhere. I wager it’s his father.”

“Malcolm, if touching the boy is trouble, how’s touching his father any different?”

“Well, for one thing, he will not be touched at all. Well, not in the way you think.”

“What do you mean?”

Kane already had the beginnings of a plan forming. It would need a little fine-tuning, but it would be devastatingly effective for this problem. He laid back down. “Would you be a dear and ask Carol to come over tomorrow?”

“Carol?”

“Yeah. It’s been a while since I gave her a direct op, and I can’t think of anyone else who’d be better suited for this one.”

Marcus couldn’t see her face, so he missed the subtle look of joy on her face. “I’ll let her know.”

Stella was about to get up, but Marcus held her feet. She looked at him a bit confused, but then laughed as he pulled her feet closer to him. She shifted herself onto him and parted her legs wide as he sat up. “You naughty, naughty man.”

*****

PRESENT DAY

The mortician led Stella into a backroom which smelled like camphor balls. There was a body on the table, and it was covered with a black cloth.

She knew why she was here. Although they’d announced to the world that they’d found Kane’s body, the police still needed to be sure it was really him. They would’ve gone to his family if they knew of them, but Kane had done an excellent job of concealing his private life. She happened to be one of the few people he’d exposed to the world as his associate, so she was the one who had to do this painful deed.

The mortician peeled the cloth away from the upper part of the body, exposing just the face.

Stella’s countenance fell, and she looked truly pained. “That’s Malcolm Glazer. That’s him.”

The mortician felt for her, but he had to do his job. “I’m sorry for your loss, and I’m sorry you had to go through this again.”

Stella was done being here. “Can I go now?”

“Yeah, that’s all we needed from you. We’ll take it from here. Thanks again.”

Stella walked out of the backroom and headed straight for the restroom. She rushed in and leaned over the counter, looking like she’d throw up any minute. She remained in that pose for a while, seemingly collecting herself after what she’d just witnessed.

But when she finally lifted her head and looked in the mirror, it wasn’t sorrow that covered her face. It was as though she’d become a whole different person, and the version of her that walked into the backroom was never there at all. “Sons o’ bitches never learn.”

She smirked, seemingly pleased at the performance she’d just put on, and proceeded to quickly touch up her face and hair. Then, she took out her phone and made a call.

When the receiver answered, she uttered only one word: “Game.”

So now we know a bit about Kane Glazer, and I dunno about you, but something tells me this Stella lady is gonna be pretty instrumental in all that is going on. Let’s see…