Bossy Intruder/C7 Naked Ghost
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C7 Naked Ghost

Cougar? Cougar who? Was it the leader of a cult?

She kept her eyes closed because she was afraid to open her eyes and see he had become a rotten corpse. "Uhm... no one set me here. Just go to the afterlife. This is not the world you belong to anymore."

He laughed at her mockingly, his warm breath fanned her face. It did not seem to come from a spirit. It seemed to come from a living human being. " Miss, what world are you talking about? And what's with the cross?"

She suddenly opened her eyes. "Aren't you afraid of this crucifix?"

"What do you think of me? A vampire? A monster?"

"No. Aren't you an ghost? An evil spirit who's soul can't rest that's why you're haunting this place. I'm here to put your soul to rest."

She stared at his beautiful face. Where the hell did his beautiful face come from? Why did he talk to her like that? And why did his body emit a strange warmth? She did not feel afraid of him. More like she wanted to let her hands run through his hard muscles. But she was afraid that he would melt or disappear. It would be a waste.

"Is that a new gimmick from your bar?"

"Bar? What bar?" She asked, confused.

"Nightclub or what ever! At least you didn't come out from a giant cake. Sorry miss, your gimmick was okay because it's new and refreshing. I'm not sure if you want to give me some counseling or you want to be my spiritual advisor. You even kneeled down. So I guess you're ready for action eh?"

She shook her head. "Huh?" She could not understand what he was talking about.

"I said, you seem to be ready to do your job." He rose his eyebrows and looked at her chest. "I've seen your sample."

She inhaled sharply and immediately closed the buttons of her blouse. "You perverted..." how dare this perverted ghost! He kept on watching her with a smirk on his face while she buttoned up her blouse. "Stop staring at me!"

"What else can you offer that no one else had seen?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sure I'm not the first person to see your body. What's with that prude act? Are you trying to raise your fee by faking innocence?" He stood and walked away. "I am not buying it. I'm also not interested in your body, Miss. Even if you take all of your clothes off, kneel, dance, recite a poem or sing, I will not take you. Sorry, you're not the kind of woman I take to my bed. I have taste."

She gawked at him. What the hell? Did he think I'm some kind of a prostitute? That she would sell her body to earn money? Her blood boiled. How dare him think of her as a harlot. "You jerk! I am not a prostitute!" She shouted then launched herself to him.

She planned to put the cross in his head, so he could finally disappear in peace. But she run too fast. She screamed. She thought her body would go through him but instead she hit his hard and chiseled body. His arms snakes around her body. Her eyes grew wide when they fell the floor.

"Ugh! That hurts like hell, " he moaned when they hit the floor. "I am not used to aggressive women, Miss. I want gentle..."

"Y-you're hurt?" She asked in shock.

"Who wouldn't get hurt? Say it was you who dropped to the floor and got squished?" He growled at her.

"B-but you're a ghost, " she whispered.

His face darkened. He rolled around and in seconds their positions changed with him now at the top hovering over her and her at the bottom looking up at his face. "What ghost? Miss, are you fucking kidding me? Have you gone mental?"

Mental? Oh yes she would have gone nuts with what was happening.

Her body was trapped in his warm body. Warm. Ghosts didn't have warm bodies. They're supposed to be cold. She felt his weight over hers. Her hands didn't even go through his chest which would have happened if he really was a ghost. Her hands lay flatly over his chest and she felt his heartbeat.

Her eyes widened in realization. "You're alive?" He was not a ghost. He was a real living man. And he was almost totally naked while their bodies are pressed close together. He thought she was a prostitute. And what do prostitutes do, wasn't it to give their bodies to pleasure men... she let out an ear defeating scream. "Rape! Rape!"

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