Jordan Michael-Thompson gazed at the reflection in her bathroom mirror. She leaned forward across the linoleum counter and raised the tube up to her lips. The ruby red color was Jordan's favorite and she never left the house without applying it. She gave a slight shiver as the cool stone of the tabletop came into contact with the bare skin of her midriff. She quickly finished getting ready, pushed herself upright, and grabbed the keys that were kept hanging on the wall by the door.  Today was the perfect day for a new addition to her music collection. She'd planned it all out and the time was right – that and she could feel the craving inside of her building up and it needed to be satisfied. The only time Jordan felt truly alive was when she lost herself in the rhythm of her latest musical obsession and at the moment, she had a need for South African music. She couldn't wait any longer ... she HAD to get a new CD. As dramatic as it sounded, Jordan knew that she would just DIE if she didn't get her hands on a shiny brand new disk.

       Jordan was on the hunt – the mission: purchase an entirely new section for her already extensive library. There was only one small problem standing in her way. Jordan did not have any money ... she was flat out broke. She had been poor her entire life, but had always managed to find a way to survive; even as a baby. Her parents had abandoned her on the side of the road the day she was born, however, her charming looks had saved her life. The sweet (and filthy rich) old couple that had found her all those years ago could not resist her adorable pale green eyes and rosy cheeks so they had taken her in and given her everything that she could have possibly wanted. 

       Things increasingly continued to go Jordan's way after she hit puberty. The line of gentleman callers outside her house was never-ending. They showered her with gifts of flowers, chocolates, jewelry, etc. but none of their presents pleased her. None that is, until she received an anonymous box on her doorstep one day that was filled with CD's She didn't know what it was exactly that she had liked so much about it, but from that day on, Jordan had become obsessed with obtaining the latest music. Her addiction got so bad in the end, that her adopted parents eventually refused to give her any more money. It was too late though and Jordan was hooked for good. She began to steal from their bank account, little by little, until eventually, they noticed that their savings were disappearing at an alarming rate. After that, there was nothing she could do to sway them and they tossed her out onto the streets.

       But even after getting kicked out, Jordan had managed to use her looks to get her way. It hadn't taken her long to find a lonely landlord and convince him to let her stay in one of the empty apartments for free – in return for certain favors, of course. He had actually been the one to reach out to her - in response to an add her parents had let her put in the paper before kicking her out. Since then, Jordan had managed to furnish her new place and make it home – without having to spend a single dollar. The key was finding the right time to swoop in and make her move. She could not have her target getting uncomfortable and shying away from her before she got what she was looking for.

       Jordan tossed her hair over her shoulders as she glanced in her rear view mirror. Last week, she had scoped out her next music store and had found the perfect point of infiltration. Sitting across the street at one of the cafes, Jordan had watched as the buff security guard checked out the ladies going in and out of the store. She'd sat at her table and sipped her pumpkin spice latte thinking about how wonderful of a target he would make. Not only was she his type, but it was plain to anyone on the street that she was more attractive than any of the others females whose ass he had been checking out. It also didn't hurt that the security guard was actually quite attractive himself. Jordan could tell that she was going to enjoy having her way with him. She parked her car, got out, and walked down the street towards the music store. The door chimed loudly as she pushed open the glass panels and entered.

       "Hello, officer! It looks like the store owner is out to lunch at the moment, so I was wondering if I could get your help in finding what I'm looking for?" Jordan batted her eyes innocently as she pressed the full length of her body up against the security officer. His eyes grew large as he took her in and it took him a second before he was able to gulp out a stuttered reply. The two spent the next couple of minutes walking down the aisles and glancing at the variety of selections available. They eventually found some suitable CD's and the officer started walking Jordan back to the cash register.

       What happened next was second nature to Jordan. At this point, she stopped the security guard and increased her flirting tenfold. Just like she expected, she could see the security guard contemplating her offer as he struggled to rearrange his pants without her noticing. She watched as the thoughts raced through his head – no one was around...she was hot as fuck...he hadn't seen any action in a while ... but did he really want to risk losing his job? With that thought, Jordan watched as the security officer's face set and he made his decision. Ha! She thought, he'll be changing his mind REAL quick. 

       Five minutes later, Jordan triumphantly strolled out of the music store with her new CD's in hand. She got back into her car, started the engine, and half an hour later, smiled wide as she added her newly acquired items to her collection. Her alarm clock went off just then and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her landlord was coming over later and she had wanted to be back with enough time to get ready for him. The evenings excursion had taken less than an hour and she still had plenty of time to prepare. She sashayed back into the bathroom and happily reapplied her lipstick as she hummed along to her new CD.

                             . . .

       Jordan heaved a mighty sigh as she flung her body onto her bed. She always felt weary after her sessions with the landlord. The guy was an energizer bunny in disguise – his batteries never seemed to expire! Hers on the other hand, were well beyond the expiration date. She lay there, the cushions cool against her back as she stared up at the ceiling contemplating what her next musical acquisition would be. Jazz? Hip Hop? Reggae? She couldn't decide. There were so many choices to choose from. 

                              . . .

       "Careful, miss! It's hot." 

       Jordan winked at her server as she thanked him and moved her bagel over to make room on the small table before her.

       "What a coincidence, that's just the way I like it ... hot and steamy." She chuckled evilly as the waiter blushed a brilliant red and stumbled a little as he rushed off to attend to the next table. She watched him until his ears returned to their normal color then got bored and switched her focus back to the job at hand. Through the glass of the cafe window, Jordan watched as the young store manager greeted his current customers - what appeared to be a couple out looking for a romantic CD for the night. He walked down the aisles with them, eagerly pointing out potential candidates in the hopes that he could help them find what they were looking for. He looked like a total newbie. There was no other explanation for the ridiculously pleased expression he had on his face as he eventually walked them back to the front to ring up their purchase.

    What he seemed to lack in experience, however, he made up for in the physical department. He was by far the sexiest store manager (or employee/security guard etc.) that she had entertained lately. She grinned widely and licked her lips as she visually undressed him from where she sat in her seat across the street, sipping her pumpkin spice latte. She could tell she was going to enjoy making his body squirm underneath her own. She took her time finishing up her cup of coffee as she let the scene continue to play out in her mind's eye.

                              . . .

       Jordan placed her keys back on their hook, closed and locked the door, then went over to her stereo and slid in the new CD. As the whirring sound of the loading disk filled the room, she walked over to the kitchen and got out a cork screw. She had to bring over a chair to stand on in order to reach the top cabinet, but soon enough she had a fresh glass of wine in her hands. She brought it over to the living room and sat down in front of her stereo, being careful not to spill a drop on her pearly-white shag carpet. She was just about to hit play, when there was a knock on the door. She groaned in frustration as balanced her wine glass on top of one of the speakers and slowly picked herself up from the floor.

       "What do you want!" She said in exasperation as she yanked the door open with as much force as she could while making sure not to hit herself by accident. She'd made that mistake a couple weeks back and didn't want a repeat – she'd spent the rest of that night getting up the courage to pull out the small splinter that had lodged itself inside her shoulder. 

       "You." 

       Jordan's landlord pushed past her and into the room. He was a big man and easily dominated the space. He had a full head of hair (dark mud-brown), pale green eyes, and a long oval face. He was wearing a worn-out tank top and a pair of black sweatpants that hung low around his waist. Jordan guessed correctly that he had come directly from the gym. His muscles rippled and her eyes followed a few stray beads of sweat as they rolled out from underneath his tank and traveled diagonally across his skin, following the lines of his waste as they disappeared inside his sweatpants. She bit her lip in anticipation. 

       "Ahhhh, you brought out the wine already ... good." he picked up her wine and downed the entire glass in two gulps. "What new music are you listening to tonight, huh?" Her landlord bent down and pressed play while Jordan enjoyed the opportunity to admire his firm round ass. The soft sounds of smooth jazz filled the room as he got a second glass and poured the rest of the rich liquid out of the bottle. She walked over to the sofa and sat down. She was facing away from the kitchen and therefor, did not see her landlord adding a little something extra to her share of the wine.

       "Dink up" he said as he joined her on the couch.

       "Whatever you say, Michael...whatever you say" she took a small sip and then snaked her tongue around the rim of the glass, dancing it delicately along the surface, her eyes on him the entire time. 

       "There will be plenty of time for that later" Michael said laughing as he picked up the remote and selected a movie for them to watch. "I have been waiting for years, I can certainly wait a couple more hours..." he thought to himself. He had enjoyed his time with her immensely over the most recent couple of them but a few pleasure fulfilling years would not make up for the lifetime of hurt she had caused him. It was time to make this bitch pay... 

                               . . . 

       Michael watched out of the corner of his eyes as Jordan got more and more drunk off of his wine mixture. "Yeah, that's right...drink that shit up, bitch!" he murmured to himself. He felt his dick grow two sizes as he sat there next to her imagining how ecstatic he would feel by the time the night was over. Michael had always got what he wanted growing up. All that is, except for Jordan. He had the money, the charm and personality, everything that a girl could possibly want in a guy ... but what he hadn't had at the time, was the looks. He sat next to her in every class but she had never noticed him unless she and her friends were making fun of his weight or playing stupid pranks on him. He'd fallen in love with her anyways though – even had his butler deliver a box of CD's to her one time, but she'd never responded. 

       Eventually, Michael's love had turned towards hate. He'd had his servants keep tabs on her and the knowledge that she had turned into a girl who would fuck any guy that moved, had soured him to the core. That summer of their senior year, Michael had worked hard to lose all his excess fat and no one had recognized him when he came back, including Jordan. The others had quickly recognized him though and "apologized" for their behavior in the hopes of getting him to hang out with them, but since Jordan had been tossed out after only a couple of weeks, she had not seen the change. Not that she would have noticed anyways – her obsession with music blinding her from all else. 

       When Michael had seen her add in the paper, he had jumped at the opportunity that was presented. He hadn't known quite yet what he was going to do once he had her, but he wasn't going to let the chance of a lifetime slip out from under his grasp. He had an older friend of his pretend on paper (and in person) to be the landlord while the negotiations were made and the original form of "payment" settled upon. His parents had big plans for him and there had been no way they would have let him cancel on college. But he still managed to keep tabs on her through his friend who sent him detailed "reports" on their interactions; he'd especially enjoyed the occasional videos that were sent in addition.

       After school had finished up, he and his friend had faked a transfer of ownership and Michael had gotten to enjoy Jordan's desperation as she freaked over whether or not she could convince him to let her stay on. He hadn't "conceded" easily. He had taken great pleasure (both mentally and physically) those first couple of weeks as she tried to use her body on him. He'd finally gotten his turn with her and he'd made it well worth the wait. Nevertheless, as the years went by, Michael had not forgotten how much he despised the bitch. He'd continued to have his servants spy on her as she went around collecting more and more CD's, which only strengthened his resolve to make her feel more inside of her than his massive dick. He wanted her to feel the shock, the confusion...the pain...that his high school self had felt.

       Michael reached down and stroked himself as he continued to watch Jordan as she succumbed to his cocktail. He'd put on his favorite porno for her to watch and he could tell she was enjoying herself as she drunkenly played with her body. He was definitely going to enjoy fucking her one last time... 

                              . . .

       Michael turned on the sink faucet and watched as the water began to turn red. He ran his left hand along the edge of the blade until the metal sparkled clean as new. After placing the knife back where it belonged on the kitchen counter, he moved on to cleaning up his hands. Grabbing a towel to dry off, he went back to Jordan's bedroom – barely glancing at the cold and lifeless body that lay on the bed. He picked up his bloody clothes and dropped them in the washer on his way to the shower. As he scrubbed all traces of Jordan off of his body, Michael thought back to how good it had felt as he had finally got justice for his younger self. 

                               . . .

       Michael turned on the couch and grabbed Jordan's hands from where the played happily between her legs. This was his moment and he wanted full control. She smiled seductively up at him as he removed the redexewszst of her clothes and fucked her slowly on the couch. Michael couldn't get over how much he loved watching his dick slide in and out of Jordan as she moaned; the knowledge that he was finally getting his revenge turning him on so much that it spilled over and into her. He then proceeded to drag her to each and every room in the house and fuck her senseless, his pace increasing with every orgasm she had. He saved the bedroom for last and as they lay on the bed together, bodies grinding against  the knife he had stashed earlier and drove it into her as he satisfied himself one last time.

                               . . . 

       Michael turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed another towel to dry off with. He stepped back into the bedroom and picked up his cell phone from where it lay on Jordan's bedside table. 

       "I've finished up here, Bill. You can come over and clean up like we discussed. You'll get your money if and when the cops finish their investigation and find nothing suspicious. Wait till I make it back home before entering. Need to make sure my alibi can be verified." 

       With that, Michael took one final look at Jordan's impressive CD collection before closing the door and locking up the place with his extra key – his back turned as he walked slowly down the cement steps. He got into his expensive red car and headed back home, feeling more pleasure than ever before. Micheal shook his head as he silently congratulated himself. Jordan finally understood that it was he, MICHAEL, who was the one that always got his way.