Chapter 14 Caught in the Act
I’m standing at the club’s bar, sipping my drink slowly. It’s been a long week and I’m positive that I’ve figured out how to get my next victim without getting caught. I changed my place of capture. The clubs. So many people, most of them drunk, and I can get in and get out.
So as the music pounds in my ears and the people jostle all around me, I look for the next victim. Nothing fancy about my clothes tonight. A simple little black dress that will be sure to catch someone’s attention. A blonde wig on my head and heavy makeup.
I’m ready to get to the good part. To take them somewhere and bathe in their blood. To feel their lives slip through their grasp as they slowly drain out. Finding the person is the hard part.
I was better off going for the high end men who usually have a hotel and so I don’t have to worry about anything. Now, I have to worry about where we will go. To their house? What if they have roommates? What if they don’t have money for a hotel room or expect to go back to my place?
I'm not willing to compromise on some things because I don’t plan on getting caught. If I’m not very careful, then tonight may be the last night that I’m a free woman. So being cautious about tonight is important to this, and choosing the right person is imperative to my plan.
I study those around the bar and note that many are young women in groups that are ordering drinks before returning to tables and groups of friends. Smart girls. At least they are being safe. Don’t need psychos such as myself coming in and sending them to an early end.
Men linger around the edges of the bar area and then along the walls of the club. Looking for someone to take home for the night or at least probably dance with for the evening. It’s going to be so much harder to find a victim in all of these bodies.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Yet, I’m still here and looking around like a fool. I sip my drink and turn away from the bar. Every intention was to slip through the crowds until I found someone of interest, but when I turned, I ran right into a man.
He’s dressed in dark-wash jeans and a black t-shirt that shows all of his muscles across his broad chest. He has long hair that’s pulled back in a bun. The low light of the club is just enough to see his deep brown eyes as they stare into mine.
“Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”
“That’s okay. I was just trying to grab a drink. My friends ditched me for the night. Feel like making it up to me and coming to my table?”
His voice is deep, and I just know that he is the one. The person I can talk into leaving with me. He’s alone, clearly looking for company, and willing to spend time with me.
“I can manage that. It’s the least I can do.”
For the next hour, we spent it talking and getting to know each other. By the time I’m ready to give up that he won’t ask me to come back somewhere with him and I’m about to excuse myself, he surprises me.
“I have a hotel room in town. I was only in for a bachelor party for a friend this weekend, but would you like to join me for the night?”
“I don’t know. A random stranger wants me to go back to his room…” I smile as I trail off and his eyes go big at the implication as he hurries to say nevermind. “Sure. Let’s get out of here.”
He laughs and then grabs my hand in his as he leads the way from the club.
He ordered an Uber, but I tell him to cancel it.
My car is around the corner. So we take my car and he tells me the directions to his hotel.
When I pull up, it isn’t as fancy as the ones I’ve been frequenting.
That’s good though. Probably no cameras, so no footage.
We climb from the car and another car pulls in and its lights shine across us as we stand in front of his door.
He opens it and he ushers me inside. It’s a small room with a queen size bed, a dresser and TV, and then the small bathroom.
A chair is near the window, which has the curtains already pulled shut.
I drop my purse to the floor near the door and kick my shoes off. I sit on the edge of the bed and wait to see what he will do. Will he make the first move? He’s the slowest one I’ve ever been with. Shy almost. It’s driving me nuts.
I spread my legs a little wider in invitation. He comes to stand in front of me. His hands find my thighs and spread them wider before dragging my ass to the end of the bed. He doesn’t seem so shy now. He’s got the go ahead from me and now he is flipping me all over the place.
I wind up on my stomach in the middle of the bed. I wasn’t worried. I’d already palmed my knife before dropping my purse and now he’s removing my dress and tossing it aside. As usual, I’m not wearing underwear beneath the dress and so I’m now completely naked and ready for tonight’s festivities.
He rubs his hands along my ass and then up my back. The sensation makes me shiver, but I just lay still. The knife hidden in my palm beneath me. I’ve been waiting on this for over a week now and I’m more than ready to be coated in this man’s blood. To fuck myself over his dead body.
Sex and murder. It’s a heady thing. The adrenaline makes me high as he continues touching me.
I look back over my shoulder at him. He’s lost his shirt and his pants. Left only in his boxers, with his hard cock poking out the top of the band. He’s hung. I give him that, but it won’t matter. I may let him fuck me, then slit his throat. Decisions. Decisions.
He notices me looking and then drops his boxers as he stares at me. My ass is in the air as he leans his hips closer to me. His cock disappears from my view as he gets ready to sink inside of my pussy. He opens a condom package and slips it over himself before notching at my entrance.
The stretch is amazing, so I bask in the sex’s glory while the high of what I’m about to do sends me quickly climbing toward my orgasm.
Movement catches my eye from the window area, but when I look over, I can’t see anything.
The curtains are still closed. I forget about it as my core clenches around his cock.
He bottoms out, and I swear I see stars. I move away from him as I crawl up the bed and flip over so I’m on my back. He has to crawl up the bed to settle over my body and enter me once more. His cock fills my empty pussy as he leans into my neck to nip at the skin there.
A few more lazy pumps and I slowly palm my knife, opening it with practiced ease. I grip his hair in one hand and hold his head back so that he is looking at me. I slide the knife between our bodies and I’m slicing his throat before he knows what happened.
Blood pours from the wide wound and coats my chest, neck, face, and the bed. Such a large amount of blood, so fast that I swear if it was over my mouth, I would drown. I would die from this man’s blood. My world narrows only to this point.
This is all that matters. His body slowly dying over me as his blood drains over my body. It’s not exactly what I had hoped for tonight, but the euphoric feeling still sends me soaring as his body drains over me.
That’s when I see it. Eyes staring back at me from the window.
Oh shit. Someone just saw me kill this man.
He is still moving above me and I push him off of me quickly.
He grips his throat as he spasms on the bed.
There is no saving him at this point, but he tries to slow the blood flow from the open wound, anyway.
I hurry to the window and peek out the glass to find her staring back at me. Scarlett is standing there, a shocked look on her face, while gaping at the window. She saw me kill him. She watched me let him fuck me and then I slit his throat.
How did she know I was here? Did she follow us to the hotel?
Fuck!
What should I do? I rush to the bathroom and grab a towel to wrap around my body and then another to wipe the blood on. Clearing it off my face as quickly as I can. I have to hurry. If she leaves, then I may be caught tonight. If she tells someone, then this is it.
I glance in the mirror and see that most of it is now gone and I dash toward the door and open it slowly before peering around the corner to find she’s walking away. Scarlett glances back and her eyes meet mine.
“Wait! Please. I can explain.”
“Nope.”
She rushes away, knowing I can’t follow her right now. Tears roll down my cheeks as she walks away and climbs into her car. I shut the door as she peels out of the parking lot.
Shit.
I rush to check if the man is dead. When I confirm he is in fact no longer moving, I rush to get a shower and clean up the room and get the fuck out. I can’t stay long because if she tells someone, then I’m fucked. If she calls the cops, then I have nowhere to hide.
They will find me and I’m going to prison. I’m done. This is over. My world has just ended. Both Scarlett and my freedom have slipped through my fingers for the last time.
This is the end of being Daddy and my serial killer days.