Beautiful Force (10 page)

Of course, there was still the matter of his limp biscuit. She was confident this would be an easy fix. It would definitely rise to the occasion with her. One little blue pill, coupled with her saucy techniques and all should be more than fine. Allison felt it was her responsibility to monitor Jace’s pulse and any side effects that the blue pill may cause in order to get the dosage right. Who better than her to be there when his heart races out of control for the first time in years? After all
, the prescription clearly states—not to be taken unless under the close supervision of your doctor!

A sexual pass was in order to get him on the road to recovery. Allison knew she would have to make the first move and her patience was waning. It was time to take matters into her hands, literally. She had waited long
enough.

Jace had occupied her mind for almost two years. She should have felt guilty
, but she didn’t. Her appetite grew hungry for him, even when he wasn’t even present. Plenty of nights she masturbated to the sexy photo she had taken for his medical folder. She ached to devour his flesh every time he visited. A plan of attack was in order. She began scheduling him two to three times a week. He didn’t seem to mind either. She started flirting with him. If she wanted Jace, it was clear that she would have to be the one to cross the line in the sand. And, she did.

Chapter ten

Now regret coursed through Allison’s veins. Another lessoned learned. Absolutely. If things worked out with this current dilemma with Jace, she would have to tighten up on her screening process in the future. Again. No more accepting patients based on their good looks.
 

Prior to the predicament she was facing, potential clients were carefully prescreened via Skype before she would set an appointment. Her brilliant screening process was the result of the horrific event with Mr. Patterson. It was conduct
ed on a one-way camera basis; she could see the caller, but her identity remained anonymous. Which wasn’t always easy.

“Mr. Robertson, if you ask me one more time to turn on my webcam this interview is over. I don’t know what you’re thinking but this is not a dating site.”
 

“Okay, it’s just, wow, you sound so much like Marilyn Monroe—your voice is so raspy and—” he hesitated.

“And what?” she resounded. Allison tapped her mouse to enlarge the live video image of him. Her eyes examined his flawless face. 

“I was just wondering what you look like? You sound like a 900-doctor-fix-me...operator.” He had no idea how close he was to the truth. She was an operator all right, a smooth operator.
 

Allison lowered her voice and drew in her breath, to entice the sexy future patient, further. It boosted her ego. Clients were never disappointed when meeting her face to face.

She spoke very slow and precise...

“What I look like is none of your business. Let’s see if you meet the criteria of being a possible client first. If you do, then soon you will see for yourself what I look like. Until then, get your mind out of the gutter. We will have plenty time to explore that situation later.” Allison exhaled deeply. She lived for the control she had over men.
 

Over the years, Allison had built a very selective clientele list. She knew their dirty little secrets. And she kept them well, mainly, because she was apart of them. She only took on patients that she could control or dominate between the sheets.
 

It’s really kind of sad how men and women alike only saw her as an object of desire. After all, it wasn’t her fault she was born beautiful. Men fell in love with her and women wanted to be her. When she flashed her Hollywood pearly whites, everyone noticed. They ooed and aaah
ed at the sight of her. 

She had a way of casting a come-hither spell with her bewitching green eyes, and even the most faithful men would surrender to her seduction. On a few occasion
s, even women would fall under her bewitching spell. 

Her pheromones entered a room before she did. Strangers welcomed her with open arms. This served her well in most situations. A few flutters of her long black eyelashes and bedazzling smile and men would drop like flies.
 

Inwardly, Allison may have wanted to give more, but for the most part no one could get past her outer appearances. Her beauty was a curse. And frankly, Allison wore a neon sign over her heart that screamed, beware high-voltage, danger do not come near me.
 

However, today Allison was not at the top of her game. Jace was really causing her to stumble. Big time!

Chapter eleven

“Jace, I mean Channing,
if
that’s the name you want me to call you...I will. I’m sure that having sex with me felt like an out of body experience,” she gloated, “but now it’s back to reality. Today we experienced the reason you were brought to me,” she said firmly, taking control back over the situation. 

“No, I am living in reality! I have been floating around invading the bodies of others for years. The thing is I have my own body out there somewhere, and I need help to get back into it. Right before I felt like I could return to myself, I met Jace.”
 

“Wait, how did you meet him? If you are an entity floating around, this doesn’t make sense.” She wondered how he was going to explain this one.

 “I had been hosting the body of his boss, Mr. Price, for several weeks. I had only spent time with Jace in the office, and because of that I had never seen him in action—you know around women—my relationship...or should I say Roger’s, his boss’s relationship with him was purely business. They never discussed women or personal facts. So I never saw Jace’s interaction with a woman—I mean attractive women. Believe me, at his office, there are no dames there that would distract a dog in heat. Mrs. Bobbie Price made sure of that.” Channing chuckled. “What an insecure dame. Even at sixty something—I suppose Mr. Price didn’t know how to control her.”

“Oh, pity
’s sake,” Allison smarted, rolling her eyes. 

 
“It’s true, and I don’t mean any disrespect toward her. She needed a good spanking—some women don’t feel loved unless they are getting one daily—nothing abusive but—”

“Get on with it Jace. You’re getting off the subject.” His behavior and outspokenness seemed so unusual for the shy man she had treated for years.

  “Anyway, this one night we were all attending a fundraiser for homeless children. Jace attended the event with his wife. It was the first time I had met her. Well, low and behold, the event was sponsored by Elite Modeling Agency. I couldn’t believe how Jace handled himself around tons of drop-dead gorgeous women. My eyes were falling out of my head that night. But, fuck me—” 

Allison interrupted. “Why, what happened?”
 

“Have you ever met Jace’s boss?”
 

“No, I never had a reason too,” she nonchalantly replied.
 

“He’s a seventy-five year old man with a weak heart. I didn’t want to kill the ole’ chap. Anyway, all these young girls were stumbling over their heels, vying for Jace’s attention. I mean look at him he’s fucking gorgeous.” Channing glanced into the mirror on the wall.

“Yes, you are beyond perfect. But, Jas—Channing, get to the point...I have to meet my dad, I told you this already.”  she flat out lied. There was no such meeting arranged. 

“Okay. Have you ever met Jace’s wife?” Channing asked.
 

“Yes I have. Why?” Allison asked, batting her lashes.
 

“Did you notice how she seems very comfortable in her own skin...and very confident too, huh?” he questioned her.
 

“I don’t know...she’s not model material or anything,” Allison said, pursing her lips. She appeared a little uncomfortable talking about Jace’s wife.
        

“Okay, I get it. She is attractive but not model material, interesting,” he whispered, rubbing his chin. “That’s what you’re saying, right? Just to be clear.”
 

“Yeah, right. She’s not a fucking model,” Allison snapped, seemingly jealous. “What’s your point?”

“I find it very interesting that she is not model material, yet Jace’s eyes never wandered, not even for a fraction of a millisecond. It was unreal, concerning all the exposed flesh prancing around. His wife was his prized piece of art. Talk about wearing blinders. So when I witnessed this, I wanted to be more like Jace. I wanted what he had.” 

“You wanted his wife?” Allison scowled as her stomach sank and grew hot with jealousy.

“No, not necessarily his wife,” he said bluntly. “But the control he had with keeping his eyes only on her. It was outlandish.”

“Yeah, because of the guilt she lays on him,” Allison growled.

“Did you ever realize that’s only your interpretation of his side of the story? You heard what you wanted to hear!”

“No. I heard him loud and clear. I’m not the delusional one here.”
 

“We might need a second opinion on that one. What I see is—you are unreal. All you wanted was to get rid of his guilt so he didn’t feel bad about cheating with you when the time came,” he resounded. “It was all for you so you c
ould get your claws into him. You’re a piece of work, Allison.” 

“And, you want him to live a life filled with pain and being controlled by her? Right?”
 

“If that keeps him faithful, why the hell not?” he asked. “More men should feel guilty when they are planting it were it doesn’t belong.”
 

“I don’t agree. I think men and women alike should act on their God giv
en desires.” 

“Who are you? How did you get so fucked up?”

“Who are you? A saint?” She laughed sinisterly.

“No, I’m a man who was paving my way to Hell until I woke up.”

Allison rolled her eyes annoyingly. “I don’t feel I need to wake up. Sounds like you’re burdened with more guilt about something...more so than Jace—oh stop this bullshit...you cheated with me, Jace, and now you’re—just forget it. What’s the rest of your story? I can’t take much more of this.” 

“Ditto. And do me a favor, stop rolling your eyes at me.” He turned away from her, took a few deep breaths and continued. “I’ll never forget that night at the fundraiser when this young model, who was maybe twenty-three years old, followed Jace into the men’s room. I was caught in the stall when they came
, still in Mr. Price’s body. Neither one of them suspected anyone was there. So, I spied on them. Her name was Heidi.” 

“Aren’t they all?” Allison chimed in.

“Yeah, and little
Heidi
was all over him,” he said, continuing on with his play by play. 

“Hey sexy would you like to do a couple lines with me?” Heidi asked
, then licked her index finger, and stuck it into a little brown vile. Pulling it out, then seductively wrapped her lips around the white powder on her fingertip. She sucked and twisted it in her mouth as if she was performing fellatio on her finger. 

“No, that’s not my thing,” Jace replied.

“What is your thing—don’t you like girls?” Heidi giggled. “You’re such a hottie. What a waste that would be.”

“I’m not into drugs and I’m not gay. I’m married and in love with my wife,” Jace said washing his hands, keeping his eyes on the running water.
 

“Oooh, don’t be bashful.” Heidi came up behind him and melted her breast
s into his back. “There’s no one in here. How about you fuck me right here and now?” 

“Please, don’t do that young lady,” Jace said, raising his voice slightly.
 

She quickly jumped onto the counter, swinging her long, slender, bronzed legs into the air and kicked off her heels. Then she crawled her painted toes up the length of Jace’s thigh toward his crotch.

“C’mon how about a quickie? This coke has got my throat numb, and my lips are raring to go.” Jace shrugged her away. “Please, let me give you a yummy BJ?” 

Jace shut off the water and moved toward the towel dispenser.

“I’m sorry. You’re a pretty girl, but I am not interested. As I said I love my wife,” he said sternly, as he rapidly dried his hands.
 
“She’s waiting for me.”

“You’re kidding me. You mean that lady you were sitting with out there is your wife? OMG are you serious?” She began laughing rudely. “I thought she was your sister...or well, sorry but she’s not in your league.” Heidi leaped off the counter and was on her knees in front of Jace and grabbed a hold of his leg seductively, crawling her fingers towards his package.

“Please, Miss, let go of me.” He tried to release her death grip.

 
“Just let me suck you off.  I promise it will be fast, and the best you’ve ever had. Look at these fully injected lips, imagine what they can do to your cock,” she begged, grasping at his crotch.

“Stop! Jace yelled at the long hair
ed siren,” Channing said. 

Allison interrupted, “No. You really stopped her? I mean Jace did?”