Killing Dear Ole Auntie Bess

[LadyAria]

Closed for Reddevilron and LadyAria.

The hotel room still stank of cigars and cheap wine. Rolling out of the bed, Nadine groaned looking at the pale bloated belly of the man who laid passed out in the sheets. God, she hated that fucker more then anyone in the world. His greasy black hair sprawled out over his pillow. The huge hands he used to beat fear into her lay open over the purple paisley cover. Until that old bitch died, she was stuck enteraining his sick interest. Her tiny paycheck did not even cover the interest on her ex's debt, so he took it out on her ass one twisted fantasy at a time. Quietly tip-toeing, she crept toward the door her body aching with ever movement. He rustled in the bed.

"Where do you go, mignotta?," he asked in a sleepy voice.

"To work," she answered sweetly. "I didn't want to bother you." Now go back to sleep fucker!!! she puncutated in her mind.

"So, soon...fa bocchino...now...I'll consider it an a' ...how do you say...advance on next month."

Her stomach lurched. She wanted to kill him, but even if she succeeded, the men outside would kill her.

"Of course," her replied as her smile did not reach her eyes. She crawled slowly on her knees over to the side of the bed and placed the shrunked member into her mouth. It taked sour on her tongue.

An hour later, the cab dropped her off in front of the Victorian style mansion owned by her employer, Elizabeth Vandiver. There she lived and worked for the past five years as the nurse and sole companion to the old broad. While insisting to be called Auntie Bess, the old lady had demeaned and humilated her with her constant requests. Nadine had tolerated the abuse knowing Bess had no heirs. Nadine would inherit everything since she was the daughter old Bess had never had. Bess had promised.

At first, the promise of the money was enough. However, time drew on and Bess seemed as healthy as ever. Her invalid status was a farce. Nadine had seen Bess out of her wheelchair at night or when she thought no one was looking. She just needed an excuse to pay someone to be around her. Bess was a lonely desperate old woman who constant demands wore down Nadine's patience.

Then, the slime bag loan shark had found her and made her former husband's debts hers. He did horrible things to her. At first, she tried to go to the police. They didn't believe her. Aldo had found out and cut off her left pinkie finger. She never spoke to anyone again about him.

Lately, she had dreamed of nothing, but smoothering the woman in her sleep, stabbing the fat bastard and being free of them all...rich and free

Standing before the entrace, she smoothed down her dark auburn curls and wiped away smudged massacra from the edges of her olive eyes. The orange flowered dress was wrinkled and faded over her otherwise pleasing figure. Sighing, she force a smile pushing open the cherry carved door and entering the exquisite foyer. When her black chunk heels hit the white marble floor, the shrill voice assaulted her ears. She fought every fiber of her being not to run.

"Nadine, daaaar-ling, come, meet my ...nephew...yes...great-grand nephew," she purred in delight. "He saw the article the preservation society did on the house and on me. Seems I do still have family! It is not the most wonderful discovery? Just when he and I both thought we were alone in this dreadful world."

Bess patted his knee as her face beamed with excitement. The man under her hand was one of the most handsome creature's Nadine had ever seen in her life. Dressed all in armani, she wanted to throw up all over his finely pressed suit. He was the devil sent to destroy her future! This could not be happening to her. She felt nausea as the room began to spin.

"Nadine, daaaar-ling!" Aunt Bess shrieked. "Are you alright, dear?!?"

That bitch has to die before she changes her will was the last thought that crossed Nadine's mind before she blackout.

 

[reddevilron]

James' earliest memory was of him living in an orphanage in NY State. Apparently his father was a small time crook and his mother a drunk. Child services put him in the orphanage when his father was arrested. He was an introvert - to the people around him. Inside he was a schemer. He made elaborate plans about anything that took his fancy. He had a habit of picking up on the smallest detail - especially when it came to habits of the people around him.

He knew how to get through every day life by picking up on peoples habits and taking advantage of them. He doesn't remember the first time he stole something - it just came naturally for him to commit these petty crimes without getting caught. But that was not what he wanted. He wanted the good life - and he was convinced the fastest way to the top was not by working hard - but by cheating.

When he was 12 he met Pat. Pat was 16 - he gave him the best lesson in life. He taught him how to be a con artist. Their first con was - to replace the expensive gold watch of the Head of the Orphanage with a cheap replica. Pat soon left the orphanage - but they keep in touch.

At 16, James left the orphanage - with a savings of $20,000. Soon he discovered the easiest target were women. Rich girls at first and then as he grew older - rich married women. By the age of 24 he was living a comfortable life. But that was not enough for him.

The he happened to stumble upon a gold mine. He read an article about an old lady - who had no apparent heirs. He researched on the internet and found all about this lady.

Here he was sitting in the living room of the old lady's mansion - pretending to be her great - grand nephew. He told her how he was a successful and rich businessman, but had always yearned to find some family. Ofcourse the old lady bought it - he was good. Now all he had to do was convince "Old Aunt Bess" to add his name to her will and then assist her in kicking the bucket. He understood from her that she was all alone, except for her maid - Nadine. Now she surely was not going to give her everything was she.

Just then Nadine walked in. Underneath the crumpled dress and almost ragged look, he saw one the most beuatiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He was just about to get up and shake her hand - when he saw Nadine collapse on the floor.

Hmm.. He's never really had that sort of effect on anyone before. Unless ofcourse she really doesn't want him here.

Quickly he ran to her side, cradled her head and rested it on his lap. He slapped her lightly to try and revive her.. Just as Aunt Bess kept calling her name... "Nadine ..Nadine... wake up...can you hear me??"

 

[LadyAria]

A blinding light assaulted her eyes as she tried to wedge them open. Winching, she squeezed them back closed as Aunt Bess's voice pecked at her head, "Nadine ..Nadine... wake up...can you hear me?"

"Yes, I hear you," she said in a choked voice.

Peeking out of one eye, she saw the two faces crowding her own. She, then, realized her head was on his lap. The devil with his beautifully carved features was inspecting her will sicking concern. God, she wish she had a gun to take the both of them out.

"Oh dear, you love me so much you swoon from my joy! Isn't she just the loveliest creature?" the old lady sparkled at the young man like the oversized jewels around her neck.

"Yes, I was just so...overjoyed," she replied hesitantly trying to lift her head from his lap. The shock mixed with a hangover from cheap wine weakened her. She fell back against her will.

"He is going to be staying with me for a while, so you'll need to add his room to your list of chores, darling," she patted her arm.

"I'm a nurse, Aunt Bess. Not a maid," she argued weakly.

"What is the difference between family?," Aunt Bess tissed clucking her tongue. "It won't be any trouble."

Aunt Bess turned her sugary sweet smile back to the Fallen Angel who had come to take Nadine's money.

"James, would you be a dear and carry her to her room?" Aunt Bess dropped her voice to a whisper. "It is up the backstairs over the kitchen...servant quarters."

Nadine opened her eyes long enough to shot Aunt Bess a nasty look. Then, closed them trying to block them out. She raised her left hand to move the curls from her face forgetting her missing pinkie. Realizing he was a gentleman of manners, she pulled her hand back down hiding it under her body. He would surely be horrified by the mangled hand. God, how did her life get here?

 

[reddevilron]

"James, would you be a dear and carry her to her room?" Aunt Bess dropped her voice to a whisper. "It is up the backstairs over the kitchen...servant quarters."

"Sure Aunt Bess" He put an arm under her knees and another under her neck and swooped her up in one motion. He thought she was going to protest - but she didn't. He stared at her face - god she was so pretty. Just then she opened her eyes.. "ahh.. Show me the way"

He carried her uo though the stairs and stopped at the door to her room - he couldn't quite reach the door knob with her in his arms.

He wanted to go inside the room, he wanted to learn about this girl - most of all her wanted to know her angle.

 

[LadyAria]

"ahh.. Show me the way"

Too weak to protest or care as he swept her into his arms, she directed him to her room. The hall moved past quickly as she enjoyed being helpless for a moment. Not the bad kind of helpless she felt almost everyday of her god forsaken life, but princess helpless. For a moment in time, she pretended she was cinderella before reality tried to reach the door knob. His fingers fumbled over the plain brass knob.

Her room! The thought made her go stiff. A queasy feeling settled in her stomach. This man could not see her room. He would laugh at the naked bulb hanging over the tiny single bed. Her faded and worn underwear would only serve as further amuzement stretched over a line of twine tied from the curtain rod to the frame of her bed. She would be a pathetic joke in his eyes for him to look down his fancy nose at.

Besides, no one was allowed in her room. Aunite Bess had said it was inproper behavior. Nadine knew it was because she didn't want anyone to know how tight she was with her money. For all the splendor of the elegant home, it had many little cracks and holes where Bess's purse strings refused to loosen.

Sliding down to her feet, she straightened her dress. Her smile was only slightly tainted by her thoughts as she faked her best. But, then, he looked at her. Not just any look, either. He seemed to really see her. No one of his caliber had ever noticed she existed anymore then one notices the rug one wipes his feet on while rushing in from the rain. She found herself awe struck by the experience and slightly shaken.

"Lunch will be served at 2:00," she sputtered out before disappearing quickly behind the door. Her body plastered against the heavy wood on the inside she listened for him to leave.

God, he is so beautiful, she sighed. It is really too bad I have to kill him.

She traced a heart over the door before adding an x over it.

 

[reddevilron]

"What just hapened" thought James. One minute he had the beautiful Nadine in his arms, waiting for her to open her door and let him in - the other he was left scratching his head, while she was on the other side of the closed door.

He wasn't sure what to think. All he knew was that he had to be very careful of Nadine. She was so pretty - No he had to make sure that he did not get distracted from the real mission.

He walked back down to where Aunt Bess, was watching some telly. " Aunt Bess - do you mind if I go take a shower and un-pack."

"Sure Dear, make yourself at home"

" Thank you Aunt Bess... Oh and Nadine said Lunch will be served at 2:00 right?? - that should give me some time to make a few phone calls - you know check in with the office and all."

James walked upstairs to his room. The room looked straight out of one of those old English country side bed and breakfast places. Heavy antique Oak furniture and old-fashipned fittings. It even had a small old TV. Hmm.. I will probably convert this room into a study - or maybe an entertainment room. Put in a projector with a sliding screen. Panels on the side with the surround sound system. ah the possibilities.

But for now, he will have to concentrate on the plan. Things aren't exactly the way he thought they would be. He had to come up with a plan to really win over Aunt Bess. He would then have to find out about her will and make sure that it is changed to make him soul heir of her estate. All of this has to be done in a very discreet manner - so that he doesn't alert anyone.

Once he has that he will have to simply get rid of the old lady.

For now - he needed to take a shower and be ready in time for Lunch. He started underessing as he ventured over to the small door in the room which must be the bathroom. As he entered he was suprised to find that it was not the bathroom but the entrance to anohter room - just like his. hmm. He walked back into his room. Guess the bathroom was outside in the hallway. He had already stripped down to his boxers. He picked up another clean pair and his toiletry bag - he figured the bathroom had towels in it. He opened the door and walked out into the hallway - clad only in his boxers.

 

[LadyAria]

Nadine had slept deeply due to the abuse Aldo had inflicted on her body. Her nap passed too quickly, but she felt worlds better after so more sleep. She stretched slowly like a cat enjoying the cracking of each joint. She sighed as she stood to go to her closet. The nap was over and work was ahead of her.

The old lady was a stricker for appearances. Knowing the guest in the house meant formality, she pull out a pale blue maid's uniform and white apron. She had startched it stiff at Auntie Bess's request. She changed quickly before tying her hair back in a loose knot at her neck. Her day was just like any other. She was to change all the sheets, wash the dirty ones and hang them on the lines to dry. Since it was Sunday, it was meant she clean the bathrooms, polish the chandelier and and oil the wall panels.

First, she went to the shed to get the ladder. Placing it on a sheet, she sat it up and crawled up to an uncomfortable height under the light. Then, armed with a vinegar mixture, she worked over the lead crystal quickly before shining the brass. Scurrying back down the ladder, she folded it back up and hauled it back outside. She dumped the cleaning supplies on the counter on her way back in and headed up the stairs to strip the beds. The devil in the house was all but forgotten when she turned the corner to see him roaming up the hall in his boxer shorts.

His back to her, she realized he had not seen her when she backed up against the wall trying to blend in with the paneling. She should have ran away before he noticed her. She should have turned back around at the sight of him. However, she could do neither. She was frozen.

He was exquisite. The muscles in his back rippled and flexed as he turned his head looking for the bathroom. Wide shoulders narrowed into a tight waist and perfectly formed ass. Unlike her ex-husband, his thighs were thick and his calves were like a runners. The light fuzzy hair on his legs died away as it crawled up his legs. Outside of magazines and movies, men like that didn't exist. No back hair, no zit, no pudgy white center...just perfect. She blinked twice when she realized he was looking right at her.

"Hello again, you happen to know where the bathroom is in this place?" he smiled sheepishly.

She turned crimson imagining he could hear her thoughts.

"Well, there is one to your left. The second door from the end of the hall. One in the third door too, for that matter. It is to your right inside the fifth bedroom. Then, to your immediate right is sixth bedroom and it has one too," she smiled. "She must have put you in bedroom three. It is the biggest next to the master, but they took out the plumbing fixtures from the double bath last year due to it leaking down on the library...couldn't tell what was leaking and ripped it all out....looks like a marble tomb to me now...sorry, just use the fifth bedroom. It has the best fixtures for water pressure."

 

[reddevilron]

" Ok... the fifth one it is. Thanks" He turned away and walked to the bathroom she had pointed to. halfway there he stopped and turned around "Nadine..." as he turned he realized that he had caught her staring at his ass. He smiled to himself... all those hours at the gym always had it's reward. " Sorry... where can I find a towel???"

She told him that there should be a few in the bathroom, in the cabinet under the sink. Once again he left her there and headed to the bathroom. He wondered if she was still string at him - but decided he better not turn around and look.

Once in the shower, he started thinking about how he would get Aunt Bess to show her Will to him and eventually change it put his name in it. He had done a lot of research on Aunt Bess and knew exactly what her fortune was worth. Besides this house, she had few smart investments and some cash in the bank that gave her a good monthly income. He also knew that the lady never spent much of it and put most of it back in the bank to earn interest.

Immediately, he was reminded of the stack of papers in his bag that held all the information he had amassed on Aunt Bess. He knew he had to put that in a safe place so no one found it and eventually found him out. He shall do it once he was done in here.

Right now he was just going to enjoy the hot water. He instinctively thought of Nadine. She was so pretty and he was sure that underneath that Maids uniform, he had been able to make out that she had a really hot body. But there was something in her eyes. A past that was painful and a reason to hide. That's why he thought that she was a threat to his plan - just because she had enough reason to want Aunt Bess fortune.

James got out of the shower and dried himself up. He tied the towel around his waist an head back out to the room - he had just enough time to change and put away his things before it was lunch time.

 

[LadyAria]

Nadine practically ran to the safety of the kitchen. Inside the pale blue swinging door, she threw the linens up on the far counter. Then, she proceeded to the pantry and closed the door behind her. Pulling the chain to turn on the bare bulb, she glanced at the daisy papered shelves filled with canned food. The air stank of stale onions and rotten potatoes. She picked up a can of Sweet Sue's Chicken and Dumplings knocking the dust loose into the air. The tiny particials danced in the dim light making her sneeze. Sweet Sue smiled back from under her down turned straw hat. Her perfect brown curls framing her creamy complexion. Even good old Sue was laughing at Nadine's situation. She ran her fingers over the label as she sat down on the small wooden stepping stool. Relaxing, she let the can roll from her hand as she leaned her head against the shelves behind her.

He was upstairs showering right now. She knew he was the devil because no man looked that perfect and brought that much pain by his mere presence. The memory of his smile made her sigh quietly. Meanwhile, her right hand worked up the inside of her thighs over the thick support hose. She thought about the water flowing down his body as he rubbed foaming soap over the curves of his muscles. His hands would be moving over his rippled abs trailed lightly with hair. Her fingers dug into the crotch grinding her clit through the nylon. His cock would be thick and firm like the rest of his body. Pulling back the ugly starched cotton skirt, she thrust her hips forward. Her dark red pubic hair pressed against her hose with single strands poking through to tickle her hand. She imagined him moving his hand up and down the shaft roped with dark blue veins. The skin bunching under the head before being pulled down toward the base. The swollen head a dark red waiting to enter her pussy. Unzipping the top of the uniform, she jabbed a hand into her bra to graze the burning rose nipples straining against lace confines. Her other hand worked the hose covered slit into a wet lather as she moaned out his name. She ached to be filled by him. Her nails tore at the thin material under it released her throbbing cunt. Then, her fingers became his cock in her mind as she drove them deep inside the slick membranes. The hot wet flesh squeezed down as she pushed in and out pounding into herself. Over and over, she drove imagining him over her with that cocky smile. Thighs trembling, she crushed down on her clit until stars filled her closed eyelids. A muffled cry completed her fantasy as she bit into her shoulder. Her fire dimmed to a slow roar. Her frustration only doubled. She frowned as she opened her eyes to a dark yellow box with the outline of a black rat covered with a bright red X, rat poison.

She leaned forward on the stool to touch the box, but paused when she heard someone outside the door. Standing, she straightened her uniform, but was unable to hide the runners shooting down the inside of both her legs. The scent of her sex still mixed with the musky sour air. Quickly, she grabbed a large can of tomato juice and pushed out the door. Her hair was still rumpled and pink blush blooming on her cheeks.

 

[reddevilron]

James headed down to the Kitchen. He had sensed a bit of a spark during his exchange with Nadine upstairs. He thought he would try and see how far she was willing to go. This girl had really done a number on him already - he was surely lusting after her.

Just as he reached the kitchen door, Nadine came rushing out and walked straight into James. For the second time today he had her in her arms - this time she was facing him. He had both her arms around her back. They looked deep into the others eyes. Her eyes told a different story than her actions. Her eyes had a scared look - the look of a girl who wanted to run - yet she made no move to come free of his grip. He decided to go with her body - after all that is what he was after.

He leaned in and kissed her. At first she did not respond. He then started moving his hands - one came up to cup her face and the other one moved to rest on her sexy ass. Right then he felt her responding to his kiss - soon her kissing became more urgent... he pushed her back and they both moved thru the kitchen door into the kitchen - all the time their lips remained locked.

 

[LadyAria]

Nadine was shocked. She dropped the tomato juice as James mowed her down with a kiss. His tongue forced between her lips. Hot and quick, it took her breath away. One hand clamped on her jaw as the other worked her ass. Her stomach clinched as a strange fluttering sensation filled her. A dizziness stole her thoughts. Against her will and mind, her mouth softened and tongue responded to him. The devil possessed her fingers as they tore hungrily at his shirt. Her ass tightened as her back arched to fill his hand completely. She was his puppet and desire was pulling her strings. Her hand shot out behind wiping the butcher's block clear. He threw her up on the oak block like a piece of meat.

He reached down, fingers edging up toward the ripped crotch of her pantyhose. She sucked in hard praying for his touch and fighting it at the same time. As she bucked, his middle finger stroked the outside of the wet slit. Hesitantly surprised at the ripped crotch. Her legs fell open inviting him deeper. She moaned no as she slid toward him. Her thighs quivered at his touch. Her hole ached painfully to be filled. His finger split the tender flesh with his digit. The sensation was sharp and hot. If it had been a color, it would have been blinding. She cried out grabbing the edge of the table.