Chapter 7
Pushing my sunglasses up on the top of my hair as I climb from the car and shut the door. I puff my cigarette as I step onto the sidewalk. The stores lining the road are high end and don’t expect the likes of me as I step through the door after dropping the butt into the sand of an outside ashtray.
“Can I help you?” The woman practically sneers at me.
I roll my eyes and ignore her attitude.
“Nope. I’m good.”
I wander around the shop and look at the fancy dresses that line every row of the store. Dresses that are thousands of dollars and here I am dressed in my full on gothic outfit of short skirt and crop top with fishnet everything. My knee-high boots lend to the aesthetic.
Not their usual client for sure, but my money is as good as anyone’s.
They just don’t know it yet. I smile as I choose a few dresses in my size.
One is a champagne color, and the other is a gorgeous light blue.
The champagne shimmers in the light and the blue is muted and a slit up the thigh leaves me begging to slide the silky number on for one of my shows.
I take both of them to the counter and she rings the dresses up without a word before smacking her gum and telling me my total.
I hand her the cash and she freezes with shock.
Taking it, she marks the bills with the marker to ensure their validity.
I just smile at her as the marks are all true and she shoves them in the drawer before handing me my change.
She slides the dresses into garment bags and hands me them both.
“Don’t be such a bitch, maybe.”
I wave politely as I leave the store, her mouth hanging open in shock. I deposit the dresses before heading for the store a block down. The wig store that I adore. Some of the best wigs money can buy. I enter and the lady behind the counter greets me by name.
“Letty! So nice to see you this week. Looking for another wig for one of your videos?”
“Yep. I need a few, actually. I tend to get them dirty and sometimes they aren’t salvageable.”
She laughs and gestures around her. “Let me know if you need my help.”
“Will do.”
I search the rows for the perfect wigs that will match the two new dresses I just bought. The world doesn’t know what’s coming for them. I don’t need the rich assholes’ money any more than I need their cocks. I just want their blood.
Up and down each row, I search for the perfect wigs. Something that will hide who I am enough that it will be worth it. A blonde short wig catches my eye and I grab it from the shelf. It’s real human hair, which means if something is left behind, DNA will be prominent, but it won’t be mine.
Just as I turn around, a red long curled beauty catches my eye and I move toward the wall that holds the gorgeous number. It’s so perfect. I grab it down and take them both to the counter before continuing my search for a few more.
I load my arms with a few of the cheaper wigs and then head for the counter to pay for my haul.
She rings everything up and bags it all for me before I pay with my cash and then exit the store.
Figured cash is better than using a card, though I could play the wigs off for business purposes.
I don’t want these particular ones traced back to me.
Just a smart move on my part in case they come looking for me. I grabbed some others in case they found footage of my purchases. I have to cover my ass, too. No reason not to be smart about this. While I don’t care if I’m caught, I can at least try to get away with murder.
I drop my purchases into the car before climbing in behind the wheel and popping a cigarette between my lips.
The flick of the lighter soothing to my soul as I light the tip and the red drags along as I pull the smoke into my lungs.
Fucking will never get over the feeling I get while smoking.
It’s like a peaceful drift as my brain and hands are occupied with anything else other than what it’s supposed to be.
I don’t know if it’s like that for everyone but for me, cigarettes keep what little sanity I have left intact. Not that there is very much. I roll my window down and the cool air skips along my exposed arms as I pull away from the curb and into the flow of traffic.
I’m going out tonight and I know it’s going to end in another murder.
I found myself planning this one not long after the last one ended.
The cops had released footage of me at the hotel, but no one had come forward to reveal my identity.
So here I am, planning another night on the town, with another body to be found.
It’s been two weeks since my world changed and I became blood obsessed. I wanted to feel that sticky crimson liquid on my body once again. To bathe in the very life source of someone as I fucked myself. I craved it like nothing I’ve ever had before.
I was meant to be a psycho and I just never realized it before. So when I pull back up to my house and let myself in my garage, I am practically all smiles as I drag my purchases from the car so I can get ready for tonight.
Tonight is the true test. Will it have been a one time high to kill or will I still be just as addicted as the first time?
The fancy building has a man at the door to open it for you when you enter. I don’t stay anywhere near here, so I don’t even think I’ve been on this side of town before. It’s far more than I would have imagined.
The gold inlaid on the doors, and the center of the glass is frosted.
So when I enter the opened door, I damn near freeze in place.
Intricate patterns swirl on the granite floors beneath my high heels and I smile at the beauty that it creates.
The walls are a solid black with golden trim.
It’s layered in bright white and dark pitch black with gold filling the space perfectly.
The hotel lobby is so high end that I know the bar is going to be even more so. So when I head in the direction the sign leads me, I make sure my shoulders are relaxed and that my head is held high, like I’m the owner of the place. I deserve to be here as much as anyone else.
The bar has a marble counter to match the floors, and the barstools are all black velvet lined.
It’s packed more than I thought possible.
Men and women mill about the place as they move around to other tables.
A few groups of men sit around large tables with women either in seats at their side or even sitting on their laps.
Draped in such a way that I’m pretty sure a few of them have dicks buried inside of the women.
Discreetly, of course, but all the same, they are fucking in the open bar.
Money really lets you do anything, doesn’t it?
I sit at the bar and order a drink to nurse as I get the feel for the place. I study the men and women all around me as I sip the fruity liquid. Laughter, talking, and random glasses moving are all that I can hear until fingers wrap around my lower arm.
I look over my shoulder to find a man next to me trying to get my attention. He’s dressed in an all black suit. He’s handsome by anyone’s standards. Perfect GQ boy, if I ever saw one. Perfect blonde hair to match his wide smile. He has blue eyes that seem to look straight into my soul.
I offer a smile to the man and he leans in so I can hear him over the crowd in here.
“I don’t think we’ve met. My name is Ashton. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?”
A smooth talker. Someone who knows their way around a woman.
“Pheobe.”
“Such a pleasure, Pheobe. Mind if I take this seat?”
Such manners. I wonder if he knows what a bad idea that really is or if he thinks I’m this sweet little hooker for him to pick up? I bet on the latter.
“Please. I think the pleasure is all mine tonight.”
I flirt with him, waiting to see his reaction. He takes the hint immediately and his smile turns predatory. That look right there is when I know that he’s the one I need tonight. He’s my target. Another victim that will be worth removing from the world.
It doesn’t take long for me to know that this isn’t his first time praying on women at bars. He may like them fancy and rich, but he wants to do some damage to them before it’s over with. I can see the demons behind those eyes of his.
This is a dangerous game I’m playing with him.
It’s going to be a who strikes first or maybe who strikes last. I take a sip of my drink and we make small talk as the night moves forward.
I’ve drunk several drinks and it feels good to just talk with this man.
He’s easygoing, but I don’t let my guard down because I know his type.
The kind that will be all nice in public and then become a demon behind closed doors. It’s scary and yet I want to go back to his room tonight. I want to feel his life drain from him because he is my victim, not the other way around.
“Let’s get out of here.”
He stands and slides the bartender a tip and his room number for the drinks.
Offering his hand to help me up. I grab my purse from the counter and allow him to drag me from my seat with a graceful tug so that I fall into his side.
His arm wraps around my lower back with his hand resting just above my ass on my hip.
I’m wearing the champagne dress and the red wig. Perfect for this place. Edgy enough to be different but elegant enough that it’s noticeable. A deep red lip completed my smokey eyed look.
He leads me from the bar and to an elevator just outside the entry.
He uses a keycard to call it and while we wait; he turns me toward him with a wicked smile that he shoots my way.
His fingers dig into my hips and he pulls me into him to claim my mouth.
Right there in the lobby with no give-a-fucks.
He doesn’t care if people see us. He takes what he wants as his mouth covers mine and I let him kiss me. Opening my mouth to give him deeper access. His sharp liquor on his tongue makes me want to gag, but I don’t.
The elevator dings and he pulls back to usher me into the empty rectangle box.
Shoving me against the wall as he uses his keycard to take us to his floor.
The doors shut, and he lifts me against the back wall as he gathers my dress up so that I have to wrap one leg around his waist to stay standing on my single heel as he spreads me open.
His fingers dive inside of my pussy. No panties, making it that much easier. Less for me to burn later. The moan that I release is real this time. This man has fingers that stretch me so fucking well. The curl of his fingers making me want to cum right here in the elevator.
He chuckles as he dips in and out of me until the elevator slows and stops. The doors open and he pulls his fingers out of me and then slips them past his lips to taste me on them. Okay. He’s smooth alright. Doesn’t stop the fact that I will kill him tonight.
He drags me out of the elevator and toward an all black door with gold numbers on the front.
1057. He opens the door and before I can even look around; he is sliding my zipper down and pushing the thin fabric from my shoulders.
The fabric drops to the floor at my feet.
I slip the heels off. No sense in ruining red bottoms.
He buries his mouth in my neck and I take the moment to grip the handle of my knife in my hand before dropping my purse with my clothes. He leads me toward the bed and I climb until I’m laying in the center of the luxurious covers. All silk and perfect against my skin. Black and gold everywhere.
He sheds his jacket and shirt and tosses them over to the chair. He unbuckles his belt, then unbuttons his pants. Leaving them open but on as he climbs between my legs. His mouth covers my pussy as he eats me like a starving man. I let him enjoy this while I take my pleasure from him.
I slide the knife open quietly. The blade’s sharp and ready.
I buck my hips as I seek the pleasure that is building in my core.
He nips my clit and I cry out. Fuck, that hurt.
Here it is. He wants to give me pain now that I’m all hyped up on pleasure.
Fucking bastard. How many women has he hurt just like this?
It pisses me off, and I slide my fingers into his hair and make him flip over onto his back.
I sit up and straddle his face, making sure that the knife is hidden out of sight.
I face his chest so that I can see his throat work as he dips his tongue back inside of me to eat me.
I sit all the way down as I fuck his mouth.
Suffocation won’t happen via my pussy though, as I watch his throat move.
His arms are wrapped around my thighs as I buck and chase my pleasure.
The adrenaline fills me with enough euphoric drug-like vibes that when I’m about to cum, I lean forward and push the silver knife into his skin at his neck and slit his throat from one ear to the other so quickly that he is still eating my pussy as I cum in his mouth.
His blood sprays all over my thighs and lower abdomen as he fights me.
I stay where I am as I smother his cries in my pussy and he fights for dominance.
I don’t move my hips, but I lean down and slide my fingers through the blood pooling around us.
Coating them in the warm liquid as I rub along my skin and paint swirls into it.
I circle my nipples as I reach one hand to my clit to fuck myself while covering his face with my pussy.
His mouth opens and closes as he chokes to death on his blood.
The dark liquid is so warm and perfect. I gather more on my fingers and play with myself as I paint it all over my body.
Coating every inch of my breasts in his life force.
My legs shake as I shudder, another release whipping through me as his struggles slow and stop.
My body is begging for more and more as he stops all movement and his chest stops rising as he dies.
I keep rubbing my clit as I play with his blood along my skin.
It feels so fucking amazing and I don’t want to stop.
So I don’t.
I spend the next few minutes giving myself more pleasure as my body comes down from the high of the kill and when the blood cools and my body is spent, I climb from his face and look down at the mess I’ve left on his face.
He died in the throes of my passion. Too bad it wasn’t as good for him as it was for me.
I smile as I climb from the bed and head for the shower to clean up.
This man deserves what he got tonight. How many has he hurt for his pleasure?
Now, it’s his turn. He died for my pleasure and when they find him tomorrow, no one will know what happened to this man other than he died in a horrible way in his room.
I did that. I killed this man and played in his blood. The thrill is nothing like the first and yet still so very intoxicating. I will do it again. And again. I won’t give this up for anyone.
Not a soul.