Her Revenge
Chelsea
Chelsea was a woman who knew what she wanted and always made an effort to get it even if it was originally out of her reach. She was spoiled, because her looks allowed her to manipulate most men and get away with anything. She used her talent of persuasion in bars, on police officers, and even on her assistant. Most women envied her, but admired her for her beauty and intellect.
She worked in a large office building on the 16th floor as a Finance Manager for a mid-level financial consultant firm called Tillman, Howell, & Truman. She loved her job and was working her way to the top. She kept to herself at many of the company's gatherings, but somehow would get cornered by a coworker conversing about their menial lives. She felt that she was above trivial talk and wanted deeper conversation.
She knew that she was required to go to these engagements even if she despised her counterparts. She would make herself open and give off a friendly aura, but felt as though she wanted nothing to do with others. Although she was a loner, people seemed to enjoy her company. Even when she was being contemptuous, she was still admired and praised.
Chelsea would always find a way to sneak away after she knew that she had been seen by her superiors. She played a part in a rouse to make it to Partner. She'd go to a bar on the corner called Elliot's Pub. She would sit at the bar with her legs crossed and pointed toward the door. She scanned the room looking for intelligent individuals, but would mostly see lushes and jocks.
She was searching for her "one". She wanted a well-rounded man who could support himself, come in at her level or close enough to grow together. He needed to be intelligent and be able to hold an intellectual conversation. Looks were not as important, but she understood that a complete package would catch her eyes, her heart, and her mind.
One winter night, after leaving her job's holiday party, she decided to spend a little time at the pub. She did her usual scan of the room, but noticed a somewhat nerd-like male sitting in a corner. She turned in her seat to have good position to use peripheral vision to watch the individual. She waited until she could see him looking in her direction.
She slowly turned her head toward him catching eyes. Her eyes met his and she slowly looked down toward the floor and then back into his eyes. She took one sip from her glass, looking down, then back up at him once again. She called this maneuver "the fishhook".
Her goal was to be noticed and show interest in the individual without words or much action on her part. She used her beauty and flirtation as the hook to make even the most cowardly man, feel secure in their connection. She had a 100% success rate with this tactic. Now all she needed to do was sit back in her chair and wait for him to make the first move.
Like a charm, this man walked over to the bar, and asked if he could sit in the adjacent seat. She lured him in, now she wanted to find out what was in his head. He was not attractive, but his intelligence could win him an opportunity for a date or even more. She placed her hand on the seat and patted it while gazing in his eyes inviting him to sit down.
They introduced themselves to one another. She began to see that he was nervous, so she place her hand on his. He glanced into her eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to speak.
"My name is Evan. I'm a Desktop Support Analyst. What do you do?"
Chelsea told him a little about herself and began to ask about his goals. She wanted to know his short and long-term goals financially, physically, and spiritually. She knew that she would be able to understand the person that she was dealing with a little better. She knew that not every intelligent person was on an intelligent path.
"I see myself opening up my own securities company, providing protection against hackers for large companies like Apple and Samsung."
"I'm sure they have inside people for that. Those companies are both internet and technology based companies with a large window for hackers. Having outside people come in a work for them would cause even more of a potential for a breach. The ideal candidate is someone who works for them of which they would be able to monitor 24/7. So let's try something a little easier for you. Tell me about your dreams? Are you creative? What is your vision?"
Evan had a "deer in the headlights" kind of look. He stared off as if he had never thought about those questions before. Chelsea knew that there were certain types of men who would cat-fish a woman through a made up story and identity, but would never think it all the way through. His story was made for a person with a low IQ. He had the look of intelligence, but destroyed himself when he opened his mouth.
While she was waiting for him to answer, she signaled the bartender and informed him that Evan will pick up her tab. She left a tip, grabbed her purse, and proceeded out of the door without looking back. She did not like to play games and knew that he was not the one. There was nothing he could do but feel like a fool.
That night was over for her. She decided to go home and watch a movie. She lived alone in a huge apartment in the city. She once shared it with a roommate, but her roommate moved out after falling in love. Chelsea did not mind, because she preferred the solitude, but conversation would be great at night while drinking a glass of wine.
She sat on the window seat and admired her view out of the window. She could see the city lights and the beauty of the architecture. She pondered on her night with a little smirk after thinking about the attempt to cat-fish her. She was not ready to give up. She knew that she would find that great love that she was looking for.
After a few moments of sitting in the window, she decided to move on past the night. She changed into a long night gown flowing from her shoulders while caressing her breasts and hips. She poured a glass of wine and turned on a movie. She admired the stories of love and romance so much that she searched for the very type of romance in her own life.
Chelsea was a woman who knew what she wanted and always made an effort to get it even if it was originally out of her reach. She was spoiled, because her looks allowed her to manipulate most men and get away with anything. She used her talent of persuasion in bars, on police officers, and even on her assistant. Most women envied her, but admired her for her beauty and intellect.
She worked in a large office building on the 16th floor as a Finance Manager for a mid-level financial consultant firm called Tillman, Howell, & Truman. She loved her job and was working her way to the top. She kept to herself at many of the company's gatherings, but somehow would get cornered by a coworker conversing about their menial lives. She felt that she was above trivial talk and wanted deeper conversation.
She knew that she was required to go to these engagements even if she despised her counterparts. She would make herself open and give off a friendly aura, but felt as though she wanted nothing to do with others. Although she was a loner, people seemed to enjoy her company. Even when she was being contemptuous, she was still admired and praised.
Chelsea would always find a way to sneak away after she knew that she had been seen by her superiors. She played a part in a rouse to make it to Partner. She'd go to a bar on the corner called Elliot's Pub. She would sit at the bar with her legs crossed and pointed toward the door. She scanned the room looking for intelligent individuals, but would mostly see lushes and jocks.
She was searching for her "one". She wanted a well-rounded man who could support himself, come in at her level or close enough to grow together. He needed to be intelligent and be able to hold an intellectual conversation. Looks were not as important, but she understood that a complete package would catch her eyes, her heart, and her mind.
One winter night, after leaving her job's holiday party, she decided to spend a little time at the pub. She did her usual scan of the room, but noticed a somewhat nerd-like male sitting in a corner. She turned in her seat to have good position to use peripheral vision to watch the individual. She waited until she could see him looking in her direction.
She slowly turned her head toward him catching eyes. Her eyes met his and she slowly looked down toward the floor and then back into his eyes. She took one sip from her glass, looking down, then back up at him once again. She called this maneuver "the fishhook".
Her goal was to be noticed and show interest in the individual without words or much action on her part. She used her beauty and flirtation as the hook to make even the most cowardly man, feel secure in their connection. She had a 100% success rate with this tactic. Now all she needed to do was sit back in her chair and wait for him to make the first move.
Like a charm, this man walked over to the bar, and asked if he could sit in the adjacent seat. She lured him in, now she wanted to find out what was in his head. He was not attractive, but his intelligence could win him an opportunity for a date or even more. She placed her hand on the seat and patted it while gazing in his eyes inviting him to sit down.
They introduced themselves to one another. She began to see that he was nervous, so she place her hand on his. He glanced into her eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to speak.
"My name is Evan. I'm a Desktop Support Analyst. What do you do?"
Chelsea told him a little about herself and began to ask about his goals. She wanted to know his short and long-term goals financially, physically, and spiritually. She knew that she would be able to understand the person that she was dealing with a little better. She knew that not every intelligent person was on an intelligent path.
"I see myself opening up my own securities company, providing protection against hackers for large companies like Apple and Samsung."
"I'm sure they have inside people for that. Those companies are both internet and technology based companies with a large window for hackers. Having outside people come in a work for them would cause even more of a potential for a breach. The ideal candidate is someone who works for them of which they would be able to monitor 24/7. So let's try something a little easier for you. Tell me about your dreams? Are you creative? What is your vision?"
Evan had a "deer in the headlights" kind of look. He stared off as if he had never thought about those questions before. Chelsea knew that there were certain types of men who would cat-fish a woman through a made up story and identity, but would never think it all the way through. His story was made for a person with a low IQ. He had the look of intelligence, but destroyed himself when he opened his mouth.
While she was waiting for him to answer, she signaled the bartender and informed him that Evan will pick up her tab. She left a tip, grabbed her purse, and proceeded out of the door without looking back. She did not like to play games and knew that he was not the one. There was nothing he could do but feel like a fool.
That night was over for her. She decided to go home and watch a movie. She lived alone in a huge apartment in the city. She once shared it with a roommate, but her roommate moved out after falling in love. Chelsea did not mind, because she preferred the solitude, but conversation would be great at night while drinking a glass of wine.
She sat on the window seat and admired her view out of the window. She could see the city lights and the beauty of the architecture. She pondered on her night with a little smirk after thinking about the attempt to cat-fish her. She was not ready to give up. She knew that she would find that great love that she was looking for.
After a few moments of sitting in the window, she decided to move on past the night. She changed into a long night gown flowing from her shoulders while caressing her breasts and hips. She poured a glass of wine and turned on a movie. She admired the stories of love and romance so much that she searched for the very type of romance in her own life.
Author Notes |
"Her Revenge" was another story that came from just sitting at my computer. One Saturday morning I wanted to write and I opened my mind and allowed the words to take over.
I used a few characters in this story that will be featured in future stories. This may be the first you heard of them, but it will not be the last! |