Chapter 11 Blood Calls
The blood calls my name as I slip into the persona of Pheobe.
I want to cover my entire body in the warm liquid, but I’ve been so busy at work this week that I haven’t had a chance to plan another night out.
So when I step inside the bar tonight, I smile as I note several men eyeing me as I take my seat at the bar.
The police are still stumped on the random murders of rich men that are happening all over the city.
They have an idea, but they have zero clue who I am or where I’m even from.
They don’t even have a motif. Which is funny because I don’t have a real reason for doing this other than I like the look and feel of the blood and holding their life in my hands.
That’s all the motivation I need. It feels good. To fuck myself over them while they shake and choke on their blood. While the crimson liquid coats every part of me and them. Soaks into the sheets or clothes around us.
It makes my body hum with energy and fills me with a godlike sense of being. I can either spare them or kill them and then bathe in their blood when I eventually slit their throat open wide. I’ve killed two people so far, and tonight will be my third.
I want to try something different tonight. I really want to bask in the blood. So, as I sit at the bar, I survey the men eyeing me and wait for the winner to approach me. All of them are basically seeing who will be the winner of the staring contest and somehow that makes this all the better.
The attention to detail is something I have to make sure I watch. The more men that notice me, the increased amount of danger this now becomes. Witnesses that I don’t need.
I’m wearing the light blue dress and the short blonde wig.
My heavy makeup changes my face shape completely, as usual.
A pair of fake cat eye glasses makes up the final piece of the outfit.
The only thing consistent is my red bottoms. They scream money and I need them for the outfit.
Plus, it’s easier to get rid of one pair of expensive ass heels than several.
I sip some weird fruity drink that I didn’t catch the name of but I can taste the rum in it.
It’s okay, but not something I would order on a regular.
I play with the napkin beneath the glass and then smile when a man takes the seat beside me.
Not even a simple greeting as he slips his arm along the back of my stool.
Just making moves so he’s confident as hell that he can land me.
Hmm. Interesting. The other two were more reserved, so this will be different.
I glance to my left at the man and note his short beard that is silvering that he has first. He’s staring at me in his expensive suit.
A confidence in his eyes that he will bring me back to his room tonight.
“Good evening,” his voice is smooth and rich. Like a fine wine, almost.
“Hello.”
He’s handsome in an older gentleman type of way. It doesn’t bother me. He’s got more muscles than the other two. That may be a problem. If he can overpower me, then I may end up on the wrong end of all of this tonight. I do like a challenge. I just have to be very careful.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a 9, and I’m the 1 you need.”
I laugh at the corny line and he cringes.
“Yeah, that was better in my head. Sorry.”
I wave his apology away. No worries. I don’t want to date you, just kill you. So I offer a smile and then take a sip of my drink.
“My name is Pheobe. Bad line, but funny.”
“Bennet. What is a beautiful woman doing all alone in a bar?”
“Drinking alone. Want to join me?”
I don’t even bother with the small talk.
The sooner I get him back to a room, the sooner I can get this over with and be coated in the delicious liquid and have it soak into my skin.
I swear the more that soaks into my skin, the better it has felt.
Smoother and perfect. Elizabeth Bathory had something right.
“I have a better idea. If you are up for it, that is.”
I take another sip of my drink. Here we go. I angle my body so it faces him slightly and lean into him. The movement is enough to show him I’m really interested and I’m now giving him my undivided attention.
“What did you have in mind?”
I take the flirting to the next level and let him know that I’m wanting quite a bit of things. He just doesn’t know how bad it really is to take me back to his room. He leans in so that his mouth is pressed against my ear so only I can hear him.
“Come back to my room and let me eat that beautiful pussy for you. I promise it will be worth it.”
And he is mine. This man is as simple as the rest. Gives into his basest of urges and the death that will follow because of that is their fault. I find it amazing how easily a man can fall to a woman.
“Only if you are good at it.”
He leans back and smiles at me with this wicked glint in his eye.
“Oh, I’m better than good.”
He stands and holds his arm out to me. I down the rest of my drink and stand up slowly.
Wrapping my arm around his, he leads me from the bar and out into the hotel lobby.
There are far more high end hotels with bars in this city than I realized.
This is not as fancy as the last one, but still for the rich.
Golden colors are the theme for many of them.
Along with marble. I guess because it screams money to most people.
To me, it’s just boring. So I ignore most of the place as we take the elevator to the third floor.
Exiting into the hallway, he leads me toward his room.
Opening the door with his keycard, he allows me to enter ahead of him before following me inside.
It’s a normal room. Large king size bed with a desk on one side and a chair next to the window. Bennet moves around me as I study the room with interest. Waiting for him to make a move.
He drops stuff from his pockets onto the dresser, and I freeze. A cop badge lands on the wooden top and the gold catches my eye in the dim light. Shit! He’s a fucking cop. I can’t kill him. I would drag them right to my doorstep. Looks like tonight will end a lot differently than I planned.
I drop my purse onto the dresser and then move over to the chair to take a seat while I wait for this man to figure out his next move. It doesn’t take long and his shirt comes off. He has nice muscles. His body moves with practiced ease.
A cop. I don’t have much choice in the way tonight has turned out.
I have to fuck him, or at least let him eat my pussy.
He has his pants unbuttoned, and they lie low on his hips.
I can see the trail of hair as it leads into the edge of his underwear and disappears.
My nerves skyrocket and I lick my lips to wet them.
I’m not worried. I’ve fucked plenty of men over my life, but I much rather be with women. I’m a cam girl, for fuck’s sake. I can do this. I can make sure that this is a performance of a lifetime. I need to get out of this and not in handcuffs.
I cross my legs and wait for him to stop in front of me.
He drops to his knees and then his hands are on me.
Running up my legs beneath my dress, and pulling them apart so he can rub along my thighs.
He lifts my dress as he goes. Simple and yet sexy.
He knows what he’s doing. He knows his way around a woman’s body.
I watch and wait as he leans down and kisses my thigh. I don’t move as he climbs higher. Licking his way toward my center. His hands find my hips and he tugs me lower in the chair so he has access to my pussy. His mouth covers my clit, and he licks my entire center. He has skills.
His tongue swirling my pussy and clit with such precision.
My fingers itch to slit his throat, but I left my knife over on the dresser just so I’m not tempted to do it.
I can’t kill a damn cop. I would never get away with that, no matter how hard I tried.
They would put every single man, woman, and dog on my trail faster than I could sneeze.
So I sit back and enjoy it as he takes his time eating my pussy.
Even if the blood calls to me, I can’t let my urges win tonight.
His mouth is skilled, and he eats pussy like a starving man. The orgasm curls inside of my very core as he works me higher. He doesn’t even need his fingers and I’m almost ready to cum for him.
I haven’t been with a man that could eat pussy this fucking good before, so when I sink further into the chair and grip his hair in my fingers, I can’t help but to fuck his tongue a little more enthusiastically. It feels too damn good to stop now. Who knew a cop could eat pussy so well?
I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me. Everything within me feels like it’s tight and overly strung, and then it just relaxes completely. My pussy coats his face and beard in my release, and I shiver against his tongue as he licks me clean.
He doesn’t stop or pull back as he takes every drop of me inside of himself. A cop just ate my pussy and then cleaned me up afterward. What has my life become? That I’m here in this hotel room with this man… cumming all over his face… that I’m not able to bask in his blood.
I need serious help and yet I can’t decide exactly what help I need. Help to stop what I’ve been doing? Help with continuing my little obsession? Maybe I just can’t decide because I don’t know my damn self. Tonight is nothing like I’d hoped, but there are always other nights.