The Devil You Know

This is my contribution to the Halloween contest 2019. Please remember to vote at the end and thanks for taking the time to read. I hope you'll enjoy this story.

A special thanks goes to ThisNameIsntTakenYet for providing excellent help with both grammar and content.

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Copyright (c) 2019 Ada Stuart, All Rights Reserved.

This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.

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"We have a problem," Mia's colleague Lisa blurted out during their lunch break.

"What sort of problem?"

"The Halloween party. The old man isn't coming."

"So?"

"Guess who'll be in charge of the company credit card?"

"You?"

"Think again."

Mia sighed deeply. "I thought he learnt his lesson last year."

"Guess not."

"So, the favourite protegee will have another go at buying free drinks for everyone and we'll be front-page news for weeks to come? Great! I can't wait to fend off another media storm featuring drunken people going berserk. I still have nightmares about last year."

"You're not the only one and this year we also have the new trainees. I would hate to get a rape case on top of everything else," Lisa said.

"There's only one solution. We have to prevent the disaster before it happens."

"By asking all the men to keep it in their pants?"

"Good luck with that. No, we need to reduce the alcohol amount available. Which basically means to prevent a certain protegee from using the credit card," Mia said.

"That's the tricky part. The old man has entrusted me to keep him in toll."

"And how are you supposed to do that? Tie up the big guy?"

"Good idea," Lisa said ironically. "Just how many thugs do you think we need to hire?"

"Too many. I hear he's a former rugby player so that might ruin that plan. We should probably just knock him over the head at the start of the evening and hope that he sleeps through it all."

"Bad idea. We would still need the thugs and I bet the old man won't like it. I'm not going to jail because of this," Lisa said.

Mia pondered the problem for a while. The protegee, Sebastian Blakeley, was an attractive man in his early thirties. As head of the sales department he was perfect; smooth-talking and charming the pants off every woman around.

But at finance, he had his shortcomings. Giving too many 'Yes' when he should have said 'No'. Which was probably related to his inability to turn down any proposal that was attached to a pair of breasts. If they tried to reason with the man, he would only get his boxers into a twist.

That would have been a most interesting thing to watch though, Mia thought, but it would not solve the problem. Still, maybe they could take advantage of his shortcomings and let it work in their favour. What if they could turn his weakness for the fairer sex into a honey pot trap?

They just needed someone to act as bait. Someone that would keep her wits long enough to steal a certain credit card. Someone that was willing and able to seduce without feeling any qualms about it. Someone that had the right age, looks and curves to succeed.

There were plenty of women with the right attributes, leaving the qualms as the tricky bit. In that case, Mia could only think of one person that was ruthless enough to act the part: herself. It was too tempting to resist, Mia thought, and with the right outfit, she knew that she could pull this off.

The man looked like a walking sex god and she had spent too many nights dreaming about his hard body doing naughty things to her. She took a deep breath and hoped that she didn't look as flushed as she felt. Maybe it was about time that she pampered herself with some hot sex with the sexiest man around.

At least she could give it a try. Those that dared nothing gained nothing and if she succeeded, they wouldn't have to turn to crime to prevent another disaster.

"Leave it to me," Mia said to Lisa. "I'll handle it."

"How?"

"Never mind how. I have a plan. You just act normal so he won't become suspicious."

"What's the plan?"

"It's better that you don't know any details, but I intend to prey on his weaknesses. I guess you can say that desperate times require desperate solutions."

"Now I'm seriously starting to worry. Are you going to drug him?" Lisa asked.

"No, I know exactly how to deal with him. But if my first plan fails, I might consider that option."

"You're insane," Lisa said.

Or horny, Mia wanted to say but she kept her mouth shut. Lisa might not understand why Mia felt the need to do this.

Mia searched the crowd, looking for her victim. Sebastian Blakeley was easy to spot, the way he towered over most of his colleagues, leaning casually against the mantelpiece as if he owned the place. He seemed as calm and collected as he always did, sipping his beer as if nothing strange was going on around him.

He should have been out of his element for once, surrounded as he was by people dressed in the most lavish and outrageous costumes, looking like a bizarre collection of pirates, maids and wild animals. Still, he seemed to act as if this was just another day at the office.

He was a daunting opponent. Her plan might have worked on an easier target, but it was too late to turn back now. She had to give it a try before turning to her backup plans.

Mia watched him for a while, searching for the right moment to launch her attack. It would only be fair if he lost some of his iron control for once, turning him into just an ordinary man instead of the picture-perfect model that he portrayed right now.

He was wearing a costume that wasn't to be considered a real costume. He had settled for his ordinary but stunning dark suit, hugging his muscular body like a second skin. The man was beautiful in lack of a better description.

The only detail that was out of order was the mask he had placed over the upper part of his face, giving him a highway robber look that was hard to mimic. Mia had never seen any of the other men even come close to him when it came to killer good looks, masking the brilliant mind that she knew was behind his cover boy façade.

Some people just seemed to have it all. But this evening she would not be deterred by anything. She would take what she wanted and leave him with as little as possible. Just as long as she fogged his mind enough for her to rule the show.

This evening, she would be the femme fatale she had always awed. He didn't stand a chance. She would attack and conquer him, and she would enjoy every second of it. Now she just had to grab him before some other half-naked tart found the courage to try and steal him from her.

She was dressed to kill in the most outlandish red devil costume. Wearing a short leather dress in colours of red and black, with a corset pushing her breasts out and on full display, making her worried that they would fall out during the evening.

The face mask would hopefully prevent anyone from recognising her as it covered most of her face, except for her lips, which were painted a bright red. Combined with a long blonde wig, high heels and red devil horns, she looked nothing like the grey-suited office worker she normally was. She had difficulty recognising herself when she looked into a mirror and that boded well for keeping her identity a secret.

Leisurely she studied her prey, looking for the easiest way in, hoping to catch him alone. Luring him to follow her bidding and surrender himself to the most carnal pleasure. She longed to have him, feel his naked body against her own and take him.

If he didn't come voluntarily or by the use some a little seduction, she was not against using force or drugs. Bottom line, he would belong to her by the end of this evening -- and so would the company credit card.

Oh, yes, she had always loved a challenge and he was definitely one of the most tempting challenges she had come across lately.

She circled the outskirts of the room, biding her time. Smoothly avoiding the advances from the men that came her way. She only wanted one man this evening and she kept him in sight. He was alone, but there were still too many people around him.

Patience is a virtue, she reminded herself, as one of the elderly partners walked up to him and started a conversation. He was listening politely as he always did but still seemed to be miles away. As if the world was too boring for someone like him.

As soon as the music started, everyone turned their attention to the dance floor. It was the perfect time to set her plan into action. She walked over to him.

"You're needed," she said to him.

He seemed surprised. "What for?"

"There's an emergency."

"Show me the way," he ordered her as if he was running this show.

She allowed him to believe that. For now.

Mia turned and walked in front of him, noticing that the lights were dimmed at the same time. Perfect timing. She could hear him follow right behind her and she felt her body become warm by her arousal. He towered above her, reminding her that she had always liked tall men.

She walked through the long and narrow hallway before she turned around to see if he was still following her. No doubt about that. His eyes were fixed on her breasts, purposefully displayed to tease and invite. She lifted her left hand and moved it across the top of her naked cleavage before she turned sideways and allowed him to pass.

The corridor was so narrow that he slid against her at the same time. She emitted a gasp just to see his reaction. He glanced at her quickly and stopped. She stared at his throat and watched him swallow hard. Good, he was responding just as she had expected him to. She pointed to the door at the end of the hallway.

"Please keep going," she said with a husky note in her voice.

"Where to?"

He seemed to have lost direction and she reached for his hand. Deliberately she moved her right hand down the front of his suit clothed chest and across his stomach. He let out a groan. The music could still be heard, but he was so close he could not hide from her. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

"Where are we going?" he asked hoarsely.

"The kitchen in the back," she explained.

He didn't seem to suspect anything and followed her willingly. His instincts were not as good as he believed them to be, she thought cheekily. If only he knew how easily he could be deceived. Sometimes, men were so easily fooled but right now her plan depended on it. She needed to appeal to his sexual urges in order to succeed.

She pulled him into the large old kitchen at the back of the building. There was no one in sight. The catering company was using the newer kitchen close to the ballroom. He walked into the room and looked around the place before turning toward her.

"What was the problem?"

She turned around and locked the door. Earlier that day she had made sure that the key was in place and it turned easily.

"There is no problem. Yet," she said as she turned and smiled at him.

"Then why did you lock the door?"

"I'm not into voyeurs. Are you?" she asked while she walked toward him, swaying her hips at the same time, making sure his eyes had something to look at.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't we skip talking and go straight for the good stuff?" she asked and moved her hand down the front of his suit.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked hoarsely.

"I've always wanted to," she confessed as she smiled coyly.

"Who are you?"

"Does it matter?"

"I don't sleep around."

She laughed. He was playing hard to get. Ooh, she liked that, but in his case, she knew he was lying. He had women fighting over him on a daily basis. There was no reason why he should resist her offer. But if he wanted the game to be played right, she would indulge him and tempt him until he did her bidding.

This night she was not taking no for an answer.

Slowly she slid the palm of her hands against his warm chest, allowing him to take in the scent of her aroused body. The power she felt at the possibility to rule him made her warm and prepared. Who said that power didn't feel good?

She used both her hands to unbutton his suit. He was wearing a white shirt inside. Just a thin piece of fabric between her fingers and his warm skin. She wanted to feel his skin against hers and she moved her right hand up to his neck. Ever so lightly she moved her fingertips along his stubbled skin.

"Why don't you make an exception to that rule?" she asked softly before she lifted onto her tiptoes and kissed his neck.

"Shit," he said. "Don't do that."

"Why not?" she purred. "It feels good. Don't you agree?"

She leaned toward him and pushed her breasts against him. His eyes seem transfixed on her naked skin. Slowly she moved one of her fingers across her cleavage, gasping softly while imagining his finger moving along the same trail. She leaned closer to him, watching his throat as he swallowed.

She was certain he had some similar thoughts running through his mind. She moved her left hand across his chest and further down across his stomach, aiming toward the more interesting territory further down. He wheezed out a breath before he stopped her hand as soon as she felt the hard bulge against her fingers.

"Don't," he rasped.

"You will like it," she said teasingly as she leaned against him, using their combined hands to push against her breasts.

He seemed to struggle for control.

"I don't want this," he said.

"Then consider yourself forced," she said in a sultry voice. "You have no choice."

He laughed. "I'm not that easily fooled."

He retreated from her. She gave him a wide smile and roamed her eyes over his body, from the top and further down all the way to his legs.

"Mmh," she sighed. "Yummy."

He laughed again. "Don't tempt me."

She met his eyes and vowed to do just that. Tempt him. She moved her hands from her waist, across her stomach and over her breasts.

"I imagine it would feel even better if it were your hands touching me and not just my own," she said softly before she moved her hands to the zipper in her neck and opened it.

Her dress gaped open and she allowed it to fall down from her upper body, knowing that the see-through bra underneath would leave little to his imagination. She had his attention now. No doubt about that. He seemed to enjoy looking at a woman's breasts just as much as the next guy, no matter how good-looking he was.

She changed the grip of her hands and pushed the zipper further down, before letting her dress fall to the floor. She knew what he saw. Her curvaceous body, only dressed in panties, bra and her silk stockings.

The garters on the side of her thigh were only held up by a small knot and she placed her right leg onto the nearest chair and untied it. She wanted him to see how easily he could get her out of her clothes.

"What about the mask?" he suddenly asked.

"The mask stays. But the rest can be undressed. It's your decision," she said.

She could see that he was intrigued and aroused. The tenting in his trousers was a sure sign that he was not going to leave her. He might still want to, but he would not get far.

"Come here," she tempted him. "Come and touch me."

He still seemed to have some doubts, but she took it as a good sign that he hadn't run away yet. She advanced on him, watching his eyes darken as she came closer. He stared at her as if he was transfixed and unable to move. She ran her hand down his front again and this time he did not stop her.

Slowly she reached for his shirt buttons and started unbuttoning one after another. She could see his tanned skin underneath the fabric. Good, she adored a man that was naked underneath his shirt. That meant it would be easier to unwrap her present. She moved her hands up to his tie and opened the intricate knot.

She could hear him take in a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air as if he needed something more substantial to keep him standing. She pulled his tie away and placed it on the table beside them. Then she continued unbuttoning his shirt. He just stood still, watching her.

She moved closer and took in his nicely scented cologne and the scent that was uniquely his. He was a young man in his prime. Strong in body but still very much a slave to his baser needs, and tonight she wanted to have a taste of those needs.

She bent closer and kissed her way along the opening of his shirt, putting her soft lips against his warm chest. Licking and kissing her way as she felt his chest hair tease her cheek. She pushed his shirt aside and sucked his left nipple, listening to his pulse and she rubbed herself against him.

She moved her right hand down to feel his bulge, sliding her hand from the root and up to the tip of his cock. He felt large. Oh my, she thought with a gasp of surprise. He was intimidatingly large, but she wasn't going to let that stop her.

She had had large men before and there was often a correlation between body size and the size of their dick. She didn't mind. It would only make the encounter even more exciting. The fear that she could not take him, the longer preparation and then the ultimate feeling of being filled to the rim. Now that was what she was after.

She unzipped him, wanted to feel him. He had stopped resisting. Finally realising that she always got what she wanted. And now she wanted him. Preferably naked, but half-naked was also acceptable. The more she saw of him, the more she wanted him.

She pushed her hands underneath his trunks, feeling his hardened flesh. Oh yes, she had been right. Big and hard. Just as she preferred.

"Sit down," she urged him and pushed him back against the nearest chair.

He followed her order, probably knowing that he would get what he wanted a lot faster if he complied. He had stopped saying anything to stop her and she could see the arousal in his eyes, feel the warmth from his body. He wanted this just as much as she did.

She pushed his trunks away from his dick, folding her hands around his hard flesh and squeezed him. At the same time, she walked between his thighs, pushing them outwards, forcing him to spread wider to give her room. She pushed him back against the chair before holding her hand on his cheek.

He knew what was coming and he opened his mouth as if he welcomed her. She didn't hesitate. She placed her lips on his, kissing him like this was the last kiss they would ever share. Kissing him like he meant something more to her than a willing partner for just this night.

She deepened the kiss, feeling him answer her call and returning every attention she bestowed on him. It felt astonishing. Like every young man, he could easily be led by his body. The cravings inside him to participate so willingly in his own seduction.

He was an easy target. Too easy. But she would not leave him wanting. He would get a fuck that he would never forget. That was the least she could do for him. She enjoyed his enthusiasm. He placed his hands on her waist before he moved them up to her breasts, cupping them and pushing his mouth between the valley of her breasts.

She gasped and leaned back. She wanted him to suck her hard. Suck her nipples into his warm mouth and make her come. Her nipples had always been sensitive. So sensitive that she knew she could climax from having them sucked hard and long.

They would hurt afterwards, but the release would make her forget the pain. Still, she had a mission to accomplish. She leaned toward him and helped him remove his jacket. He leaned toward her as she took it off him. She slid her hands down his broad back, feeling the tension in every hard muscle as he shivered beneath her.

She spread her legs, showing him the crotchless panties she was wearing. He groaned and he moved his hand to touch her, sliding his hands over her clit and down to her cunt, pushing his finger in between the fabric and inside of her wet and tight channel. She shuddered. Her entire body felt so ready for his intrusion.