Deliver us from evil (closed for MadameNyx & myself)

[dark_reflections]

"One DAY, Elektra, one day SOON"

Gregory Prince tossed the paper aside and smiled, the leaned back in the plush office chair to hook a heel on the polished surface of his oak desk and contemplate the super heroine who smiled into the camera.

He was new to the city that Elektra protected, his fortunes already made but with intentions of making it greater, the city ripe to his methods with only one thing in the way. That being, of course?

Elektra.

At age 35 Gregory was in his prime. He stood a lean six foot, his brown eyes and jet black hair giving him the looks to sweep most women off their feet and into his bed, his slow smile and deep voice keeping them there for as long as he wished.

He made a living in the public eye in the world of finance, he made a fortune out of the public eye by selling highly illegal "designer drugs", the kind that bent the mind and body of the user, and made them a permanent customer.

His day office was bright and glittery, his night one was on the streets and in the warehouses, keeping his army of criminals in line and busy peddling his newest product to the never ending line of people eager to escape reality, and pay for it with more than just cash.

It would have been easy, except for the presence of Elektra, who methodically began to track down the warehouses, destroy his chemical factories, then call the law enforcement and give them instructions where to fight the men she had left behind.

"One day SOON, I promise!"

Gregory smiled and rose, then slipped on an expensive suit coat and adjusted his tie.

"But not tonight, I've the Mayor's fund raiser to attend to"

[MadameNyx]

"Another long day... and its not even over yet" Alanna Winters murmured to herself as she turned on the shower and stepped inside. Closing her eyes, she felt the warm liquid wet her long, dark curls, sticking them to her lightly tanned skin as the water teased her curves. Her light brown eyes opened as she reached for a sponge and the soap, her full lips relaxed as she scrubbed her toned tummy.

Once out of the bath, she ignored the crumpled heap of leather on the floor, her Elektra costume, and slipped on into black boyshorts before starting the acrobatics show that was putting on her dress. By the time she was done putting on the flowy, strapless burgandy affair, she was late. Slipping on a pair of silver high heels, she ran down the stairs of the mansion and jumped into the limo that awaited her, smiling sheepishly at the driver.

"Where to, Lady Winters?"

"City Hall, please."

[dark_reflections]

"Who IS that woman?"

Gregory spoke to Mayor Thomas Anders and nodded towards the woman whose burgundy dress flowed around her like a living thing.

"That, Mister Prince is Alanna Winters, the hottest new Attorney our fine city has, her father left her an enormous inheritance I'm told, but her passion seems to be the law, are you interested in her?

Interested was enough of a word, Gregory knew, aroused, incensed, thrilled, needing, wanting. Those words fit better, but still not quite right, his eyes never leaving the woman as she crossed the floor to the bar.

"Invite her over, get rid of the police chief and have her sit next to me, I want to see her up close."

He didn't ask, knowing the Mayor wouldn't object, the Chief was already two sheets to the wind and Gregory was the largest contributor to the Mayor's "retirement" fund after all.

"Just look at her, the dress.... How she moves in it, most women would try and lift it in order to walk, and yet she moves inside of it like a cat"

Hungry. That was the word. Like the cat he thought of her as, his eyes and attention fully on her before he moved, hungry for her flesh under that dress.

The Chief was quietly ushered to a back room, the chair empty and slightly pulled back as he watched another of the Mayor's staff move towards the woman and extend the invitation with a crisp bow, all that remained was for the woman to accept.

"Tell me more about her Tom, is she single? Have a beau? Besides the law what is she passionate about?"

Gregory prodded and watched the graceful woman move, his tongue moving over his lips as he imagined her undressed and moving under his body.

Hungry, that was definitely the word...

[MadameNyx]

I hope this doesn't turn out as boring as I imagine it to be... Alanna thought as she slipped out of the limo and walked up the steps. As soon as she was inside, she felt smaller than her five foot two inch height. She allowed herself to be swept away by the high ceiling and the glittering chandeliers, the soft piano playing in the background filling her with a sense of elegance only comparable to the Victorian era. The furnishings of the place only added to this, dark oak pieces that called to her, making her wish she could take them home with her.

Taking a deep breath, she walked towards the bar, feeling her dress move about her as if a living thing that anticipated her movements and made way for her legs to move unhindered. Even as she waited for her glass of wine she felt exposed, as if naked to the eyes of all there present in so little cloth, with only two of her daggers hidden on her person. As she grabbed the flute, she heard a soft voice call to her.

"Excuse me, Lady Winters. The Mayor would like to personally greet you.

She watched the man bow and her eyes lifted to find the man yet, instead, she was met with deep brown eyes that locked into hers. The eyes belonged to a man no more than ten years her senior, but the way he carried himself made him seem powerful, commanding. With a light blush, she accepted the offer and slowly made her way towards the men, feeling herself as if stripped naked by his eyes, even as he talked with the Mayor.

[dark_reflections]

Single, no significant other that I'm aware of, and her passion seems to run from the law, to justice being served, I recall a paper she wrote if you'd care to read it?"

The Mayor replied and Gregory watched the woman approach, his eyes eating her up and heart racing as he watched her cat like grace, everything about her making him want her there, right at that moment, on the table.

"Introduce me to the Lady, will you Tom?"

Gregory rose easily and stepped to the empty chair, sliding it back with one hand while offering the other to the beauty who glided over to them, wondering if she felt as attracted to him as he was to her. He wanted her, with every fiber in his muscled body he needed her, in a strange, animalistic way he knew he had to bed her or die trying.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, the Mayor has spoke highly of you, how is the life of fighting crime these days Miss Winters?"

He looked at her with eyes filled with hunger, his body poised and in control, then smiled as she stepped closer and greeted them both....

[MadameNyx]

Finally reaching the men, Alanna smiled briefly at the Mayor before her eyes returned to the handsome man that offered her a seat. Slipping into it with a grateful nod, she barely heard the Mayor introduce the man as Gregory Prince. She was mesmerized by the fire in his eyes and the rich, deep voice that flowed from his lips.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Prince. Please, call me Alanna." she said softly as she watched him sit beside her. At his question, she smiled "It's going well. Lots of work, but I enjoy it. How about yourself? I believe you work in finance?"

[dark_reflections]

"The name and the owner match perfectly, both elegant and beautiful, but carrying the hint of something more as well."

He took his own seat and half turned, giving his back to the Mayor and full attention to the gorgeous creature before him.

"Finance, yes, I dabble in it, though to be honest I have my associates handle most of it. Now, I have the latitude to be the lead man on our newest and most promising projects, mergers, acquisitions being part of it, but the more exciting ones to me being the discovery of the unexpected and then the scientific research of that discovery."

His eyes ate her up, never going lower than her long throat and then back to the eyes he felt himself drowning in, his groin throbbing with desire as his mind and body fought for control.

"I had thought this function was going going to be an utter bore until you arrived Miss Winter, but now I feel fortunate to be here, with you. Perhaps you'd share a flute of champagne with me and tell me about yourself?"

One long around the back of her chair, he reached to the table with the other to pour two glasses full, his chest brushing her shoulder and nostrils flaring as he smelled the scent of her body and perfume.

"That is a rare perfume you are wearing Miss Winters, or may I call you Allana and you might call me Greg? The scent, I know it, but can't quite place it, would you share it with me?"

[MadameNyx]

Alanna blushed lightly at his compliments and the undivided attention he gave her. What was more, he truly seemed interested in her and not her father, something she had come to expect when coming to any of these 'fund raisers' or dinners. Light brown eyes followed his movements as he talked, the way he moved conveying a self-confidence mixed with self awareness that she found intoxicating.

"I'd love to. And I know what you mean. I was dreading being here for hours..." she said softly, a shiver running through her body as he leaned close to her.

"Alanna is great... Greg." she said, the last almost to herself as if she was checking how the name rolled from her lips. Her blush deepened at his words. "Orchids... with a hint of lavender."

"You intrigue me, Greg..." she admitted in a soft voice as she grabbed the offered glass, her fingers brushing lightly against his.