Everything was going to plan except for one unfortunate wrinkle. He’d planned too long and too hard to delay his biggest crime to date because of some vain little news reporter. He tried not to think about Jack and the missing Sabrina as his assistant began to slide his dick in and out of her throat.
Before Jack had screwed everything up, everything had been going to plan.
It had taken him close to ten years to track down the brat who knew too much. Her name was Sabrina Cane and she was an orphan, who’d lived with foster parents when she’d made her stupid mural, which nearly put him behind bars. She obviously had some kind of gift. He was lucky, that he’d been smart enough to have worn a mask when he kidnapped those kids, or she would have put his face on that mural, for sure, and he wouldn’t be up in a private jet thinking about her, ten years later
At first, when he’d been trying to locate her, he’d intended to eliminate her, because he considered her to be a threat. But, when he finally tracked her down, he was no longer concerned about her exposing him. In fact, he was counting on it.
He was tired of his crimes staying under the radar. He craved the limelight, his moment in the sun. Which is why he wanted that film, highlighting his first major crime, turned into a major motion picture. And Sabrina Cane was critical in helping that dream come to fruition.
And now that he’d embezzled and had earned through his kidnapping enterprise enough money to disappear, comfortably, he was ready to go out with a bang. But, first he needed Sabrina back in LA and Jack Bressler there with her to make sure she went back to getting that film completed.
In his spare time, he’d worked on the movie script, the movie that would make him famous, someday. He worked on it secretly, never telling a soul, aware that he could never pitch it to Hollywood himself, but also knowing the timing wasn’t right. But, after he found Sabrina Cane, it occurred to him that if she was a consultant to the film, then the studios would be more intrigued with the idea.
Which is why he recruited Jack Bressler to become the so-called writer of the script and he recruited Jack Bressler to seduce Sabrina Cane.
The vain, disgraced news broadcaster, was down on his luck when Peter made his offer, through a surrogate, of course, Jack had no idea who was pulling the string. Nor, did he care once the money had cleared his account. Jack was hungry and blackballed from working in journalism, so he’d tried acting, but hadn’t gotten a break. Jack was about consider going into adult films, when he’d received a far more attractive offer.
He brought Jack to Los Angeles, set him up in a fine home with an allowance for clothing, and sent him off to woo Sabrina Cane.
He even gave Jack the script, telling him to act as if he was the writer. He told him which studio to pitch it to, then set up a shell company to act as executive producer, funding the film with his own money.
When the studio heard that Jack was dating Sabrina Cane, and they got the promise of funds from the mystery producer, they bought it. But, then Sabrina was getting cold feet, according to Jack, talking about wanting to date other people. So, he gave Jack and incentive to make sure that didn’t happen. And Jack had carried it off.
With Sabrina under his control in those first months, the production was the talk of the town. Sabrina had even started attending art gallery events and other public appearances, all part of the studio’s marketing campaign to promote the movie. His movie.
But in the three months since the stupid idiot had driven her away, Sabrina wasn’t available to assist the movie studio, on making the movie about the Fourth of July Kidnappings, and her part in it. They’d insisted on filming her for the documentary part of the film, even though Sabrina was reluctant to get in front of a camera.
With Sabrina missing, there was even some talk that the studio was considering tabling the film until she came back. That would be regrettable, and he hoped that it would not happen. But unless Jack could get to Sabrina and bring her back into the fold soon, his hopes of getting credit where credit was due sooner rather than later would be dashed. After he’d been on the lam for a few years, maybe he could fund another studio to create the film.
His assistant was getting his blood pumping now, and he started breathing hard as she took him deep into the back of her throat.
His balls tightened, as he pondered the potentially good news. Per his last communication from Jack, he’d had a lead, and he was going to Vancouver, Canada to see if that’s where Sabrina was hiding out. There was a FedEx envelope which he had locked in his briefcase he intended to read later during his flight to Washington state. But knowing Jack Bressler, it was a bad lead.
He felt the orgasm simmering at the back of his spine and had a sudden idea that would fix his problem, even if the movie was put on the back burner for a few years. “Yes,” he said out loud, not about the way his cock felt in his assistant’s mouth, but at the genius of his new plan. She looked up at him, eyes hopeful for his approval. He gave her an indulgent smile since she still wasn’t done. Then he made a note to himself to grab some extra magazines for the note he’d planned for later. He’d always wanted to make one of those notes made from letters cut out of different sources, instead of using giveaway handwriting or an identifiable typewriter. The note he had in his mind would put Sabrina back in the spotlight – and help focus the world back to him, even if they, currently, had no idea who he was.
It was brilliant.
“Ugh,” he groaned as he got close. She was growing tired and tried to pull off him. But she hadn’t finished her damn job yet. He gripped her head like a vice and shoved her mouth over his cock, pushing himself deep into the back of her throat. She tried to protest, but her cries were masked by his dick and he felt a rush of power as her eyes began to bulge. She pounded her fist against his abs, as a sense of serenity washed over him while enjoying the fear in her eyes. Then his orgasm let loose and he released her ears, giving her just enough space to gag herself off of his cock.
She sucked in air, gasping, staring at him with undisguised horror, but then she pulled herself together and forced a submissive smile.
She was about to stand up when his buzzing burner phone startled the girl, forcing her to slam her head against the underside of his glass-topped desk.
Peter pulled up his pants and grabbed for the phone. “Wait,” he said. He put the phone down and zipped up his pants, and watched as his assistant buttoned her bodice and smoothed her skirt.
He laughed inwardly at how easy women were to manipulate. He loved it when they let him treat them like crap, thinking all the while that they were playing him, instead of the other way around. As so many others had been, she was under the mistaken illusion that he gave a shit about her, or that he might someday agree to marry her. They’d put up with unbelievable humiliation if it meant a ticket to the land of fancy homes, and society pages, and endless summers in the Hamptons. But he had no intentions of settling down, with Bianca or any other woman, or with any man for that matter.
“About fucking time,” he said into the phone. He was about to continue his conversation with the moron, when he sensed that his assistant was still in the room, leaning over him, as if trying to read the caller ID.
“Get out!”
She huffed and slammed the door behind her.
“Jack, don’t waste my time. Do you have her or not?”