Play boy, p.13
Play Boy, page 13
“Okay – I’m 28…” I said convincingly. She dimmed her eyes, looking pleasantly shocked.
“Wow, that’s interesting.”
“And why is that?” I asked curiously.
“Because you’re the first young man I ever had lunch with.”She revealed. And suddenly, I felt special.
“Wow, I guess I’m special then.” Jennifer gazed at me with keen interest. I knew her mind was busy at that moment but I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
“So – what about you?” I asked. She laughed and I got curious.
“What’s funny?”
“I’m way older than you.”
“So what? Age is just a number.” I said, as if to motivate her into falling in love with me. She gazed at me with a genuine smile and said.
“Take a guess.” and I knew she wanted to put me on a spot. The truth was – I already knew her age, but I acted like I didn’t.
I tried not to pick a high number, so she won’t feel too old. So I said to her with a confident smile.
“I think you’re 30…” I said. Now, she appeared dazed. I could tell she was pleasantly surprised to hear that.
“30 – wow I never knew I look much younger.” she said cheerfully. And then I knew my plan had worked, she had fallen for the trick, a smart trick it was.
“Am right isn’t?” I asked. Then she smiled and shook her head in the negative.
“I’m – 35.” She announced happily.
“You don’t look it.” I said, still lavishing compliments on her. And you know what? I wasn’t lying this time. She indeed looked younger than 35.
“You really think so?” she asked curiously and I replied with a low voice dripping with pure love.
“Yea – I think you’re a very beautiful woman – I’m sorry I said that.” I felt I had crossed the line with my words. But Jennifer enjoyed every bit of it.
“No – it’s okay – that’s so sweet of you to say.” She was blushing now. Like a teenage girl, I had swept her off her feet with those sweet words and I was certain I had just scored a goal and I was close in achieving my aim. Then there was an awkward silence. Jenifer could finally sense I had interest in her and in case you’re wondering how I got to know, it’s quite simple – women are very intelligent and every Play Boy is aware of that.
“So – are you in a relationship with anyone?” she asked, sounding like the FBI officer. And then I knew she wanted to prey on my love life so she could know if I was just trying to get to her pant or if I was ready for serious commitments. But there was no way I could tell her I was a Play Boy and I knew I had to be very careful with my choice of words.
The truth was: my words at that moment could either quench the fire in her heart or make it burn out of control and if I am lucky then – yours truly will be having a delicious time with her behind closed doors if you know what I mean.
As a true Play Boy I knew it was time to act and I did that to perfection.
“I had a girl I was dating but she broke my heart…” I lied, keeping a sad face like a man who had been heartbroken severely. Jenifer was moved, she became empathetic to my plight, but she wasn’t smart enough to know that I was only fooling her.
“I caught her with another man.”I added, bowing my head to my chest. She moved her and took mine. She held it gently as if to soothe my pain away. She felt a connection with me, with the deep emotions I had feigned. It was her experience calling her memory to the past.
“I know how you feel – I’ve been there too, but you have to forget the past and move on.” she spoke softly. Her kind gesture appealed to my spirits. I looked at her eyes and I could read right through it – and it said – “I’m here for you.”
She had offered me her shoulder to cry on, isn’t she sweet? And this was the same woman I had been paid to incriminate. Why do bad things happen to good people? Why’s life so unfair? I never wanted to cause any harm to Jenifer but my hands were tied and I couldn’t do anything about it. The bottom line was – she had to go down or I’d be fucked up.
We ate sushi together and when it was time to go, we both walked out of the restaurant like couples. And then suddenly, I saw her fans circling round her, stampeding to get her autograph.
She was all smiles and down to earth. I stood afar and watched her do her thing. She pecked and kissed her fans with love and affection. She was a good soul and a wonderful human being and once again I thought to myself –
JK and Jerry must be out of their minds to have employed me to do this dirty work. How can I hurt an angel like her? This strange job is turning me into a cold hearted psycho-path.
At that moment I was deliberating not to go further with the plan. I wanted out and I was dead serious about it. Then she walked up to me with a smile.
“Sorry about that.”
“No, its okay, I do get the same treatment from my fans, its part of the business.” I had dropped another fat lie and the poor woman believed every inch of it. Then we walked out of the building and stopped at the threshold.
“I had a great time.” I said. She gazed at me with her gorgeous eyes and smiled.
“Me too.” She said, and then the fleeting moment of silence. We both seemed to have lost words to say. After a short hiatus, she cleared her throat as if to break the silence.
“Are you busy?”
“No – why do you ask?” I asked, sounding expectant.
“I was wondering if you would like to come to my place so you could help me edit some of the shows I had this week.” She said softly, her eyes seemed to invite me into saying yes to her proposal. But then, I was startled. It was happening so fast. I knew it was an opportunity to get the job done quickly.
“Sure – I’d love to.” I said. Now, I could notice her lips slowly unveiling her sparkling teeth. She appeared pleased.
“Cool, let’s go.” and we got into our cars and drove off. When we had gotten to her neighborhood, I was blown away by the size of her mansion but I acted like it was nothing.
“This is my humble abode.” Jennifer said casually.
“It’s nice.” I said, darting my eyes at all angles as we both walked in.
“You care for a drink?” she asked.
“Yea.” I muttered. She left and came back with a bottle of champagne and filled my glass.
“Here you go.”
“Cheers.” we clinked glasses and sipped slowly. Then she said to me.
“I’ll be right back.” she moved with sexiness. One thing was certain – her hips didn’t lie. It was 3 pm on my time, the day was still young, I thought. Few minutes later, she came back with her laptop and played some of her videos.
“These were some of the guests we had on our show for the past two weeks; I’m trying to see what needs to be edited…” She said.
“Cool.” I said, looking inspired to get to be involved in her business. We both worked together, brushing shoulders and inhaling the air of love that encapsulated the room. We laughed at some of the funny moments on the show. At times, she would tease herself deliberately to know what I’d say.
“I don’t like the way I laughed in this video, it made my lips look a bit awkward.” and I disagreed with her in a low voice dripping the sweet cadence of love.
“No – I think you have the sexiest lips – the best I’ve ever seen.”Now, she paused. She appeared still, like a mannequin. She was blown away, absolutely mesmerized she by those sweet words. Like a candle melting to the heat of fire, my words had softened her heart because I had charmed her to stupor. She couldn’t say a word not even a whisper, all she did was to gaze into my eyes with passion and I could see her looking at my lips and I knew she wanted me to kiss her and yes I did.
Slowly, I went for her lips and kissed it softly, with our eyes closed and my hands gently brushing her cheek bone. Suddenly, the kiss went deeper. We had our tongues curled in our mouths and I could feel my blood boiling and my third leg had suddenly grown hard like a light pole, and when I touched her sexually, she resisted.
“I’m sorry I can’t do this.” Jennifer said, her eyes avoiding mine. Now, we were both breathing hard, both turned on. Just on the verge of glory, she disconnected the sex current. The truth was: I was itching to get to her pant.
“Why?” I asked.
“I can’t do this – you have to go.” She had told me in a whispery tone. I couldn’t believe she asked me to leave her house when she was the same person that got me invited in the first place. But I could understand her situation. She had trust issues; she was scared I’d have sex with her and look the other way. And you know what? She was damn right.
The party was over, realizing that I had no chance of hitting the bull’s eye; I slowly stood up and was about leaving. But as a Play Boy, I knew I had to say something to keep my job alive; by registering sweet words to her, she’d have me running through her mind for a long time.
“I’m not what you think I am Jenifer. I’m just a wounded heart searching for love and I just found one – you. I really wish you could give me the chance to show you how much I love you.” I said, feigning a sad face. Now, she had her eyes on me. The passion in her gaze was visible in the way she blinked, but I could tell she was afraid to commit herself to me. I waited, hoping she’d change her mind but she never said a word. I felt defeated and slowly walked away.
I got into my car, thinking if she would call me back but she never did. Then I drove off, and when I got home, I sat down musing what to do next, and then suddenly I got a call from Jerry and I felt really pissed at that moment. I just wasn’t in the mood to speak with him, he was becoming a real pain in my neck, but I had no choice but to pick the call.
“How did it go?” he asked curiously. I dawdled to reply, scared to utter a word, but I had to say something, anything at least.
“I went to her place…” and Jerry couldn’t wait for me to complete my sentence.
“You did? That’s good news – so did you carry out the job?” I paused, anxiety filtering through my silence, as my heart beat drummed ferociously on my chest wall.
“I didn’t – it’s too early for that, I need more time…” I spoke softly, sounding defeated. Jerry retorted with an anger and desperation.
“Time? You don’t have time Rossi. You’ve got other clients waiting, you need to finish her up and move on to the next one, that’s how we run this business!” He barked.
“Well this is how I run my own business – you hired me to do this job for you, so I’m the expert here not you. I’ll do it my way, okay?” I returned the gesture with equal measure. Jerry gave a silent reply, I couldn’t tell he was chewing his tongue at that moment, I could feel his silence piercing my bone like an invisible knife, very latent it was. After few seconds, he finally broke his silence
“Get this job done fast!” and the line went dead. I tossed the phone away angrily and took a bottle of liquor to calm my nerves down. I wasn’t in the mood to go clubbing or to get down with any female. I had my mind engrossed on the job. It became my project, my addiction and my life.
I spent hours watching Television, while I smoked and drank gin. The sun had gone down and darkness had covered the blue sky. Then suddenly, something unexpected happened, something I never imagined in the sheets of my mind. I had a strange call on my other phone, not the one given to me by Jerry but my personal phone.
For weeks, I had no calls or text messages but all that changed that night. I looked at the number on the phone screen and I couldn’t recognize it. It was a strange number, I was nervous to pick the call but curious to know who the strange caller was. I didn’t answer the first time, and when I thought the caller would give up, the phone rang again and this time I took courage to answer.
“Hello.” I said. Then, I heard a female voice.
“Hey.” she said. And I became puzzled but pleasantly surprised to hear a strange female voice.
“Who’s this?” I asked curiously and the voice replied.
“It’s me – Jenifer.” I was shocked but chuffed to know she was the strange voice on the phone.
“Are you okay?” I asked with a caring voice, I had genuine concern for her even though she had been strangely contracted to be the victim.
“Yea.” she spoke softly. Her voice was somewhat whispery.
“I’m sorry…” she began. Her apology denoted guilt. But I got confused because she never offended me.
“For what?”
“’I treated you badly – I was rude…”
“No Jenifer – I was rude – I took things too fast and I’m sorry.” I retorted kindly. Now, there was an awkward silence. As a Play Boy, I knew I had played on her mind. I could tell she was beginning to warm up to me, and I knew without a doubt in my mind that she had developed trust for me, and in case you’re wondering how I got to know, it’s a psychological thing. The best way to break or control a woman and I mean any woman, is to work on her psychology.
A woman’s mind is her strongest weapon. If you think I’m lying then ask Eve in the bible, she got her mind configured by a common serpent hence she ate the forbidden apple. Now if a snake could easily exploit her mind to achieve its goal, I bet a man would worse. And there I was on the edge of doing worse, and don’t even give me that look, I’ve got my life on the line so I’ve got to save my neck, besides I’m quite sure you’d probably do the same thing if you were in my position. Anyways, where was I? Yes, I remember, Jenifer then said to me:
“Are you busy?”
“Umm – No.” I stuttered.
“We never got to finish the editing – I was wondering if you’d love to come back – but you don’t have to, if you don’t wish to.”
“I wish to, I’ll come…” I replied enthusiastically. I could sense trust and love from the tone of her voice. As a Play Boy I had the special ability to filter a woman’s voice, to know what it meant or signified. It helped me not to push the wrong button or make the wrong move, and I learnt that from Bobby – my mentor.
“Do you want me to come now?” I asked with a low tone and she replied cheerfully.
“Yea.” and then I said to her.
“Ok, give me 10 minutes and I’ll be there.”
“Alright.” she said. And the line went dead.
I checked the time on the wall clock and it was 8pm. The night was young and I knew it was the chance to do the dirty work. I could hear Jerry’s last words echoing in my head.
“Get this job done fast.”
Gone to New-York
I knew the time to act was now. It was the right moment to set her up. I struggled with the obnoxious thoughts but I couldn’t suppress it. My fears and worries were greater than my desire to quit the job. Hence, I had to carry on with the fiendish plan. I had to save myself from death. Thus, I quickly wore my clothes and stashed the pack of cocaine in a portable designer bag. I ensured I got it cloaked with some other items and the only thing I could think of was energy drinks.
So I filled the bag with six energy drinks and off I went. When I got to her place, she was already waiting for me at the porch. What a sweet lady, I thought. Her body language was speaking love to me. I looked at her through the windscreen and saw a delightful smile on her face like she had just seen her charming prince. I had no doubt in my heart, that I had scored a goal that night. I came out of the car, clutching the bag on my right hand. Jennifer became curious to know the contents, and I had to feed her with a good lie.
“I’ve got energy drinks – I drink that to stay active.” I said.
“You shouldn’t have. I’ve got lots of energy drinks in my fridge.” She said, flecking a smile.
“This one is quite special – it works wonders – I get this profound energy like superman…” I retorted. She gave up the argument and beckoned me with a smile.
“Come on – we’ve got work to do.” She said. And that settled it.
We got in and she said to me. “Come, I want to show you something.” I had no idea what she wanted to show me, but I was very interested and excited to find out. We climbed the stair case and then she led me to a room.
“Come in.” she said softly. I walked in, turning my head from left to right as if to have a look of everything. It was the best bedroom I had ever seen. Then, she opened a drawer and took a small picture album. She sat on the bed and said to me.
“Come sit.” she tapped her hand on the bed to indicate where she wanted me to sit and I obeyed her implicitly.
“I want to show you some pictures – I’m not supposed to show you this – but I trust you.” she said. Then she turned the album page and I could see an image of a teenage girl smiling cheerfully, her head slouched on the chest of a teenage boy. No doubt, they both looked like love birds and when I looked intently, I realized Jennifer was the girl in the picture.
“Is that you?” I asked curiously. And she chuckled.
“Yea, that’s me and the guy you’re looking at was my first love, he name was Sean.” She revealed bitterly. I could hear the chords of emotional pain in her voice, I knew she was about to divulge something tragic.
“He was the first man to make love to me,” she said. “I was 18 years old at that time and he was 19. We were both planning on getting married…” and then she broke her sentence. She could hardly say a word. She struggled to fight the pain but somehow she managed to narrate the story.
“He had always wanted to join the US army,” she said. “I thought that was a bad idea. But that was he’s dream. I had to support him. He got enlisted in the infantry and six months later he was sent to Iraq. I can still remember the last words he said to me on the night before he left. “I’ll be back, I promise.” and then he kissed me passionately. He didn’t let go, as if he knew he wasn’t coming back. Then, he hugged me briefly and walked away. That was the last time I saw him.” She sounded heartbroken, mournful. I became curious to know why he never came back.
