Evilyn’s revenge took her to heaven

This is Evilyn’s story about her revenge. read full story to get maximum pleasure.

Stilettos and Black Lace Panties

She opened the door and two well-dressed older men entered her hotel room. It was their first time meeting after arriving in Miami early that day. From the looks of things, the men were pleased with what they saw.

They’d been in contact for months. Evilyn felt her blood flowing as the wheels were in motion. She already provided these men with her measurements and they brought special luggage for her.

“Strip,” the man named Bob said with a thick French accent.

Evilyn didn’t hesitate. She removed her clothes in front of the men. In her mid-30’s, it took a year of discipline to get her body in this form. A strict diet and rigorous exercise gave her a skinny figure with toned muscles.

Naked in the hotel room, Evilyn acted as a doll for the men, who opened the luggage and dressed her. They put together an erotic ensemble with a lace black bra and panties set. Stilettos on her feet. They put a few touches of makeup and fluffed her hair as a test run for the upcoming assignment.

“Now you’re a fashionista,” Bob said, marveling at his own work.

Evilyn examined herself in the mirror. “It’s amazing what the right wardrobe and makeup can do to a woman.”

She looked like her younger sister now. It was remarkable. Evilyn could hardly recognize herself in this new form, which was exactly what she wanted.

“Look, Jenny, you don’t have to do this. I recommend you stop. These men are going to kill you if they find out.”

“So what?” she replied, fluffing her hair in the mirror to create an even more perfect image of herself.

Bob shook his head. “I understand your pain and frustration. Ah, the things we do for love. For my family.”

“Your wife is going to be fine. If everything goes well, this will be finished in a few days.”

“When this is done, I will be forever grateful.”

The men left the hotel room, leaving behind the luggage full of designer lingerie, heels, perfume, and makeup.

Stilettos were painful on her feet and toes, but she kept wearing them. She needed to walk like a woman who wore them everyday. Her nipples were visible through the sheer bra and she kept that on too.

Inside her travel bag was a handwritten letter that her sister wrote. It was one of many. She must have read this particular page over 50 times and she taped it on the mirror alongside her reflection.


The men I work for gave me drugs and took turns fucking me again. I deeply regret it and I love my husband more than anything. This was all a stupid game for perverted men who lured me into this for promises of a great career.

One of the women told me that a model has gone missing in Europe. That model was also drugged and ganged by the same men that I work for. Could it be a horrible coincidence? Or have I made a deal with the devil?

Sometimes I think of telling my sister. We were never really close, but now, I wish we were. If I could go back, my relationship with her would be different. I’d do it all over again.

So if you’re reading this — Evilyn — I’m sorry and I love you. If anything happens to me, this is the reason. It was my fault.




No names were given. Nothing that could be used to prove guilt. Bob also refused to give names of who was potentially involved in Crystal’s murder.

With the letter taped on the full-length mirror, Evilyn took a few steps back and examined her reflection again. She looked like a new person.

Evilyn knew she was beautiful, but her younger sister was even more beautiful. Now she was entering her sister’s world. It broke her heart thinking of what happened. She read the police reports of the drug use and rape her sister endured.

Now, standing in front of the mirror, she unclipped the bra and let it fall. The same with her panties. She was naked in the stilettos and she needed to be as comfortable as possible in a state like this.

She was assured that this was the easiest way to gain access to all of the suspects, and since she was on a one-week paid leave from her job, time was of the essence.

Pinching her brown nipples, she let them turn hard. She gave her clitoris a quick rub so it would also turn erect. Striking a few poses in front of the mirror, she maintained a serious face. She’d been practicing these poses for weeks. With the spray-on tan, the makeup and hair, no one would guess that she’s a police detective.

To be clear, these were her plans alone. Her sister, nor her sister’s husband, instructed her to do this. Her employment with the police department would have been terminated on the spot if anyone knew about this scheme. And if they knew her true intentions, she’d be prosecuted.


Swerno became one of the top fashion designers in Europe, which in turn, made him a worldwide sensation. He’d recently set up a second office in America to expand his fashion empire.

On a large whiteboard were 50 headshots of models accompanied by their full body photographs. He was finalizing and line-up for an upcoming runway show and everything needed to meet standards.

“We’ve got an excellent crop this year, gentleman,” Swerno said to congratulate his team. “Well done.”

If everything went smoothly, his brand would soon be worth over $500 million. The men in the room applauded as the final line-up was close to being made.

Everyone prepared to go home after the long day’s work. The room was filled with fabrics, materials, and racks on racks of undergarments and lingerie. These were the new collections he’d been working on and was excited to debut.

“Can I have a word with you?” Bob asked the boss.

“Sure, what’s going on?”

They stood by the window overlooking Miami as the rest of the team went home.

“We may have a new event coordinator. I’d like you to meet her.”

Swerno brushed it off. “That’s the last thing I’m worried about. We already have good people handling these things.”

“You don’t understand. This one is a real beauty with a great reputation. She works hard, then afterwards, she does it all.”

“I’m listening.”

“She’s your type,” Bob said. “Great legs, perky tits, strong personality, and she likes to fuck. A real nymphomaniac, bitch. Based on my conversations with her, she’ll do anything to be around the money.”

It was Swerno’s type indeed. Where many powerful men like money, drugs, or fast women, Swerno’s kind of woman was talented in business with the figure of a model. Brains with beauty and sex. It was a potent combination that was difficult to find. Whenever the opportunity arose, he took it.

But having sex was never enough. Swerno needed to be destroyed. He needed to defile sexually then discard. To him, that was the ultimate rush that life had to offer. He’d killed before and he still contemplated whether that was better than sex itself. Perhaps he’d never know until he does it a few more times.

“Is she any good?” Swerno inquired, wondering if it was worth the effort to bring in new people during such a busy period.

“I always bring you the best.”

Swerno nodded. “What is her work ethic?”

“Lots of energy. Business oriented. Never shut up.”

“Tell me more about her tits.”

“C cups. Perky. Pointed. Long brown nipples. Exactly what you like.”

Swerno kept thinking. “We can test our new lingerie. When can I meet this woman?”

“How about the yacht party tomorrow night?” Bob suggested. “Let her meet the rest of the team and we’ll see if she’s a good fit. We can also fit something else inside of her holes.”

Swerno patted his friend on the shoulder. “I like that. Let’s hope she doesn’t disappoint. Now get some rest, Bob. Tomorrow is another day.”

Evilyn’s revenge took her to heaven will continue in the next page.

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