The red corvette pulled into the long driveway and weaved its way through the tree-lined avenue leading to the mansion. Like the car that she was driving, Karen possessed great power under control, within a perfect and flashy body.
The corvette came to a screeching halt, stirring up dust and gravel, in front of the huge mansion. Slowly the door opened to the car and a slim, perfect, leg exited first. Karen didn’t have to wear hose because her skin was so smooth.
Her temper could flare as red as the car and her heart was as black as the tires. She was sleek and mobile, fast and excessive. She belonged in a world where wealth bought the weak. She wasn’t among the weak.
As Karen strode to the front door, her presence proceeded her. She had an aura that commanded even the most powerful men to obey her wishes. Ever since she was a little girl in school she knew that she had the power to control men. As she grew and her body matured her advantage grew even more.
Men stared at her and she enjoyed making them squirm by making them answer silly questions while she turned her body in different directions. They couldn’t stop staring as she presented herself to them. That’s when she had her greatest control.
As Karen rang the door bell she noticed her red nail polish gleaming in the sun. she knew that blood as bright as her fingernails would soon be running. She tapped her purse and felt the semi-automatic gun and was ready for action.
The door opened and a stiff butler welcomed her into the mansion. Karen was going to be strong and forceful with Mr. Watterton. If he didn’t agree to the deal, he would die.