Not the one - part 5
By Dru



Ignoring the unimportant secretary, Susan turned to regard the drooling mess
she had made of the two male owners. Their energetic eyes were wandering the
unmatched contours of her body, and both of them had raging erections. While
the other woman watched in disgust Susan started rubbing her flat stomach and
gave the enthralled men smouldering looks full of suggestions. Her enhanced
eyes were so deep to look that combined with her awesome physical presence the
men were completely hypnotised.

"You'll tell me where the place is, won't you fellas?" As she moved to go past
the counter, the offended secretary slammed the opening shut.

"Get out of here you whore!" she ordered, impotently pointing at the door.

"You have no idea how much danger your in, bitch. All I want from you is that
house on the beach."

"You must be crazy."

"Open this up, or you'll be cleaning up an awful mess." Susan stood patiently
while the angry old windbag gave her another string of insulting marching
orders, ending with a threat.

"I'll call the cops."

"Go ahead and try that. But by the time you finish dialing you'll have no
arms."

"That's it."

As the receptionist picked up the phone, Susan walked forward through the
ceder counter to make expensive toothpicks from the beautiful wood. The
receptionist punched the numbers into the phone, but as it started ringing
Susan's astounding grip was crushing her upper arms.

"What did I fucking tell you?"

Susan shook her head, pulling down in a quick and powerful motion that
detached her victims arms from the shoulder joints. Bending her head to
gruesome angles the bleeding woman took in the fact that she had just lost
both her arms. Sanity drained from her face and she opened her mouth to
scream. But she was robbed of that scream as Susan took her throat in
vice-crushing grip. Pushing her finger up under the jawbone Susan turned the
doomed woman's head breaking point and beyond.

This scene had an undesired effect on the employers of the deceased. They had
both passed out as their brains failed to cope with the demise of their
long-serving secretary.

"Guess I'm doing the easy way after all," she decided, applying with a clumsy
mind force enough to control a hundred ignorant people. Playing around a bit,
she sought a way to make that beach house hers in a legal kind of way. But
until Susan learned more about her abilities all she could do was read their
thoughts and talk to them telepathically. Pulling out of their heads without
doing all that much damage, Susan got on haunches and woke them up.

"Hey! Wake up, you pussay-whipped fags." Rolling them over she hoisted them up
and carried them over to the water dispenser. Dropping them either side she
smashed her hand through the bottle and crushed the metal dispenser beneath
it. Both men shook the water from their faces as they rose.

"What the hell..." One of them started to talk, but fell silent when he
re-discovered the incredible, unsettling beauty of the deadly stranger.

"Hello there, boys. This is your lucky day."

Taking off her clothes Susan stood there completely naked, her display having
obvious effects on the real estate nerds.

"Come on then. I've got a lot of shopping to do today, and it's nearly lunch
time." Tearing the first guys hundred dollar leather belt as though it was
made of paper she ripped his pants off and looked appraisingly at his package.
"You're a bit on the small side, aren't you Shorty?"

He just kept looking at her, and Susan took pity on him.

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" she asked, running hand down between her legs
while massaging a breast with the other. They just watched, so Susan decided
to get them moving. Turning around she showed them her sensational
flexibility, and the all important part of her body that begged for attention.
The man she'd half stripped moved in, placing his hands on her ass as he
jabbed roughly into her. He was not violent man at all, but he seemed to be
making love with the intention of inflicting pain. All he did was give Susan
the best orgasm of her life, shortly after which she returned the favour.

Letting him fall to the floor with a dreamy look on his face, Susan turned her
attention to the other guy. He was masturbating as he watched his partners
display, and was keen to have his own go. He tried to push her down to the
ground, but found himself unable to budge her. A dainty hand rose to his
shoulder and forced him to his knees.

"I think you know what to do."

He did. But what impressed Susan most of all that he knew how. With learned
experience the humble salesman had her hypersensitive body flowing through a
series of deep orgasms. He got tired and moved away after a while, but Susan
wasn't satisfied. She wanted to feel more of this guys quick tongue, but in
her eagerness she broke his jaw.

"Oh well. I wonder if your friend knows how to that." Susan took the injured
agent back to his desk and left him there to recover for minute while the
other guy was torn from his slumber to find her pubic hair tickling his
nostrils. "I think you owe me. Get to work."

"And as for you. Start writing up the paperwork on that house. I'm moving in
today."

"But that house belongs to..."

"Me."

"You don't understand."

"Mmmm, your partner's almost as good as you were." She smiled at him. "You
sound funny, mate, with a broken jaw." Moving with the tongue inside her,
Susan looked menacingly at the seated agent. "I'm getting a mental image of
squished grapes right now."

"Please! I can't give you that house. That isn't how it works. Money...the
owners..."

"Oh wake up!" Susan snapped. "I already know who owns the place, and I'm going
there later to settle up. I just don't want to come back here."

She let the kneeling man go, he wasn't doing anything mush for her anyway, and
stood there waiting.

"I'll count to three, and then I'll start being really persuasive."

The half naked fella tried running out, but his escape was thwarted by a
Susan's forarm. He got back up from the coat-hanger blow, but Susan was right
there, and took his hands before he could pull them away.

"If your partner doesn't start writing, you're going to die," she told him,
very slowly closing her grip on his comparatively frail hands. There was a
sickening crunch as the bones disintergrated and Susan rubbed the pieces about
under the unbroken skin. The poor man was screaming horribly, and his partner
started writing.

Soon after that Susan held in her hand a legal document that made the beach
house hers. All it needed now was the current owners signature and Susan could
relax about someone taking the house away if she became normal again. But the
only way Susan would become normal would be if she took off the ring, and that
just wasn't going to happen.

"That's excellent, but guess what? I've still got to kill you assholes." They
backed away in terror as Susan approached. For dramatic effect she allowed the
strength in her body to puff her muscles up, and picked up the massive desk
that the senior partner took such pride in. The drawers fell open and dumped
to the floor, everything that been on top of the desk slid off and Susan had
the desk high overhead completely under control. Letting them know that she
was only using a little bit of her physical strength Susan pulled a hand down
and made a muscle, watching the expressions of both men. Their eyes were wide,
and the sweat that poured down their faces made it look as though they were
crying.

"Catch!"

Susan tossed the desk at the two cowering fools, the antique oak making a
smear of its owners and exploding against the old sandstone wall.

Getting the address and information about the owner, Susan set off to find the
place. Once outside the office, she hailed a taxi and told the driver the
address of her dream home.

"You got any money, gorgeous?" the gay driver rudely asked.

"Who needs money when your me?"

"Huh?"

"I'm an expert negotiator. Let me show you." The bulletproof divider might as
well have been candy glass for all the trouble it gave Susan. A quick thump
and it was pulverized. Fragments flew everywhere, cutting the driver in a
dozen places but glancing harmlessly off Susan's impenetrable skin. Leaning
her hand on his leg, she massaged him. If she hadn't have been doing with over
a thousand pounds of pressure might not have minded too much. Even though he
was gay and experiencing he most pain he'd ever felt, the endangered taxi
driver suddenly had an erection over this strange woman.

Noting the sweat begin to pour down his face almost instantly, Susan was
careful not to get carried away.

"Go on then. Drive and I'll stop. How's that for a good deal?"

He did just as he was told the rest of the way there, so Susan thanked him and
got out without bending his taxi up. At least, not much...but she doubted
anyone would notice her finger marks on the door.

"By the way, if you tell anyone about this, I'll come around and feed you this
taxi. Have a nice day now!"

He drove off to nurse to his badly bruised leg while Susan found the house
just perfect. Being careful not make craters on her lawn she leapt the fence
and made several loops of the place. The door was locked, but stopping in
front of it all she had to do was knock. Tapping once on the hardwood resulted
in her hand going right through.

"Looks like I'm up for a new door. Why didn't I get the keys?"

Moving her arm about to demolish the remnants of the ruined door, the new
owner of a prime beachfront mansion moved in to inspect the place. It was
huge, and the lack of furniture made it seem even more massive. Large open
living areas were found in several places, a triple garage with a shower and
dunny. Ten bedrooms. And the biggest one was up two flights of stairs.

Now she needed furniture.