The time was past eight. Storm crept across the sky. The air in the street had become stale like the breath of a man, and sudden gusts of hot wind sent dust and scraps of paper swirling around the feet of the crowd walking briskly across the hot pavement of the streets.
In the cool room of the store, Selena was auditing the sale profits for the day when the door swung open, and Lionel Williamson walked in, dressed in an impeccably tailored Armani suit and tie. For a long moment, Selena was startled. Lionel had never come to the store at a late hour like this. She got to her feet, a blank expression on her face. Lionel green-yellow eyes looked her over thoughtfully, then he nodded. He walked over to a chair and sat down.
“I was passing, so I thought I’d look in and see how you are coping,” he said.
Selena quickly getting Uber the shock gave him a bright smile.
“I’m coping all fine, Mr Williamson. It’s good to see you,”
He grunted, inclining his head.
“How’s today? Business is good?”
Selena nodded vehemently.
“We made a lot of sales today sir,”
“Huh well, that’s good, that’s good.“ he replied, his eyes watching her closely.
Selena feeling his eyes on her, and having a weird feeling about it, turned her eye to the day to day record blotter on the desk. Was Lionel looking at her in an odd way or was she imagining things?”
Lionel said abruptly; “I will need a new pair of boots.” His eyes glanced around until it rested on a long row of shelves filled with American Chukka boots. He pointed at the row, “Can you get me a good pair from one of those?”
“What’s your size sir?”
“9 it is,” he replied.
She got to her feet.
Lionel eyed her thoughtfully, watching the slow roll of her buttocks as wandered to where the shoes were. In spite of how much he prided himself on being a sexually reserved man, In spite of how he carried himself, as he continued to look at her, his elderly lust was aroused. She picked up a boot, examined it, and dropped it back when it was not what she was looking for. Finally, she got the right size and came over to him with a pair.
“There you go sir, I believe this will do just fine,”
He stood up and reached out to take the boots from her, and his hand touched her, and for a brief moment, he felt a flame shoot through him; a burning perverted desire to take her in his arms. Unable to control his depraved thoughts; he suddenly reached out and grabbed her arms. She screamed, shocked, and the shoes fell from her hand to the floor.
“Tsk tsk,” he clicked with his tongue. “Don’t say anything.”
“What’s this?” She said curtly.
“I remember when you were just a kid, now you are all grown up,” He said feverishly. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” and he caught her and held her, his great strength crushing her, frightening her, and she could feel the male hardness of her through his trouser pants. She began to beat frantically on his chest, screaming.
“No! Stop this! Stop!” There was a mask of frozen terror on her face.
Lionel was shuddering with sexual frenzy. Her perfume intoxicated him; and he kissed her hard on the cheek, the smoothness of it against his lips sent blood pounding in his ears. He kissed her throat hungrily, his masculine strength, holding her to him, and for a long moment, he fought very hard to get his mouth on hers but she struggled, twitching and writhing in his arms like an enraged hellcat. Surprisingly, he found her to be quite stronger than he had imagined. Then she got one hand free and struck him violently across his face. He pushed her away, his face filled with spiteful fury.
Outside, it was raining hard now, and the sharp crack of thunder boomed, shaking the hinges of the room.
“You dare hit me?” His lips were twitching with rage. “I’ll teach you never to hit a man,”
“You old sack, I will tell the whole town what kind of man you are,” she shrilled, her lips were trembling and there were tears in her eyes. “I’ll tell ‘em what sick bastard you are!”
“Yeah, you tell them,” he screamed back. “Do you think they would believe you?” He gave a hard, barking laugh. “No one can! You know why? Cause you ain’t shit in this town. I’m a Fur Elder, and I run this town!” And he began to walk towards her.
Selena, her body shivering with fury and fear, saw him coming. She clenched her fist and swung wildly at him. Lionel saw the fist and swiped right, dodging it, then with the back of his hand, he hit her very hard across the face.
She went down with a little wail of terror, and she rolled over on her back, her skirts coming up over her thighs. His eyes rested on the dusky, whiteness of her thighs, and his sickened lust for her rose in him violently, and his big hands fell on the front of her blouse. He ripped it open, the buttons from it scattered around into different corners. The sight of her breasts in her bra sent blood rushing through him. She tried to turn, to shield her nakedness from him, but he hit her again, this time with an open hand on the side of her head. The blow stunned her, and it brought tears into her eyes.
“How do you like that girl?” He asked, leaning over her.
“You will pay for this,” she snarled, her breath coming out jerkily and gasping. “I swear on my life you will pay,”
“Do you want to give it up nicely or you still wanna play rough?” He asked her, sweats rolling off him and he was breathing like a winded elephant. “You’re not so tough, girl, don’t fight this.” He got to his feet, his green eyes hard and set. He hated to admit it but he realized this girl was going to be tough, especially for a man of his age.
Selena slowly got to her feet. Her face was red and swollen from the slaps, and her body ached from the fall. She poisoned herself, and swung over a punch aimed at Lionel’s face putting all her strength in it. Lionel had been expecting it and he moved his head with a humiliating ease. Selena’s fist scraped his ear and he countered with a heavy slap across her face with his open hand.
This time, she dropped to her knees, then to the floor, blood spraying from her mouth. She lay limply on the cold floor, too dazed to speak, her body shuddering, the pain of the slap made tears run down her cheeks.
Lionel regarded her as she lay on the floor. Seeing that she was too weak to stop him or do anything, he bent down and picked up her leg. Then he dragged her to a dimly lit secluded corner of the room. He was breathing heavily and his collar was a wet rag. Frantically, he undone the buttons off his suits and took them off. His hand went to the buckle of his belt. He unfastened it, then dropped down his trouser pants. As he knelt over her, the door store opened and he froze, like a waxwork, his face white as snow, his heart beating fast.
A couple had come into the store, their clothes black with rain.
“Hello, anyone here?” The man demanded, cradling his shivering wife to him. “Hello!”
Lionel regarded the unmoving Selena and bit hard on his lower lip in anger. Quickly, he raised his pants and fastened back his belt. He picked up his suit and wore it. He took out a handkerchief from his pockets, and hastily wiped his face. He pulled his suit into place, drew in a sharp breath and walked confidently around the rows of clothes to where the couple stood. He plastered a bright smile on his face.
“Well hello,” he beamed. “How may we help you lovelies?”
“Thanks, huh,” the man answered. “It’s raining like hell outside. We’ll like a trench coat” he looked at his shivering wife and smiled. “Well, two would be fine,”
As Lionel was about to reply, he saw a gleam of fear came into the couple's eyes, the woman screamed, and the man opened his mouth too but nothing came out, and their hands were pointing frantically at something at his back as if to warn him of an imminent danger. Instinctively, he swung around, his breath rushing into his throat with great fear.
Her face battered and looking disheveled, Selena rushed at him and swung a heavy boot in her hand and hit Lionel viciously across his face. The metal buckle of the boot cut the side of his face.
He let out a scream that could stop a train, and put his hand to his face, blood ran from his fat fingers onto the floor. Selena cursed him and kicked him violently at his crotch area. Lionel grabbed his balls with body wrecking pain, his mouth opened as if to say the letter “O” and he slumped into a chair, momentarily dazed, his mouth hanging open, his eyes rolled up so it was only showing the white. Blood was trickling down onto the front of his suit, then to the floor. Selena looked at him in disgust.
“I quit! understand, you sonofabitch, I quit,” and she tossed the blood smeared boot away. She turned to the bewildered, horrified, couple, her eyes on the man.” You better get your wife outta here. He’s gonna rape her if he gets the chance,” and she swept past them and blundered out into the cold, rainy night.