Grim Fairy Tales
Copyright© 2001 by Knave of Hearts
Chapter 22: Captain Hooke
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22: Captain Hooke - As civilization destroys itself, some people just want to find a home. Simon Woodsman is one of these people and he's prepared to do what ever it takes to make his dream a reality.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult BiSexual Post Apocalypse Anal Sex Sex Toys Slow Violence Military
Bobby's secretary looked over her desk at the tall, well-built man standing in the lobby waiting for his appointment. Few things surprised her anymore; she had worked for Mr. Tyler for several years and was very good at judging people. But this man scared her.
He had been pacing around the office like a caged wolf, pausing at the apex of each circuit to check his appearance in the mirror at the end of the room. While his hand-tailored suit spoke of refined tastes and high quality, the scars on the hand that straightened the tie and smoothed the hair told of a more violent past, one that was only lightly wrapped in Armani silk and Savile Row culture.
She shivered as he looked at the wall clock over her head and tugged at his gold and diamond cufflinks for the tenth time. A soft chime in her headset let her know that Mr. Tyler was ready for this mysterious guest.
Relieved, she keyed the intercom and spoke into her headset. "A Mr. Paulus Hooke is here to see you sir"
The heavy oak door slid open silently and, without a second glance at the secretary, Hooke walked into Bobby's richly appointed office. His job as a "solo", a hired gun for the rich and immoral, had led him to appreciate the finer things in life. His practiced eye casually appraised the understated opulence of the politician's office. He relished the smell of expensive cigars and the way his footfalls were smothered by the deep pile of the carpet. Without giving any appearance of being impressed, Hooke turned the corner and came face to face with his employer.
Bobby Tyler sat behind his immaculately clean desk, his fingers pressed together and his mouth drawn into a thin, bloodless sneer.
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