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Pain. She had a killer headache behind her eyes. A piercing ring shot through the darkness, deafening her. Alarm clock? No, too high. Too music-like. What the fuck was that? She did a perfect push up from the mattress, her hair falling around her face as her muscles abruptly woke up. She held the position for a moment, letting the cool air rush down under the blankets until she was fully awake. Well, at least her body was awake. Her mind was still fuzzy. But the noise had stopped.
She turned and sat up, spreading her legs and stretching forward as far as she could, fingers crawling toward the foot of the bed. The annoying sound began again, and she glared at the cell phone on her bedside table. She tossed her hair back, rolling her shoulders and arching her back. The cool air made her nipples harden, and woke her up abruptly.
She reached for the phone, and studied it for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer it. The buttons weren't where they were supposed to be. She found one that said "yes" and tried that. The noise stopped, and she raised the phone to her ear.
"Yeah…?" Her voice came out much more sleep-slurred than she'd meant for it to.
"He's at the bar."
She glanced at the clock. "He's early," she growled. "He comes in at midnight. It's only eleven-thirty."
"And it being eleven-thirty, shouldn't you be on your way?"
She ran her nails down her arm, leaving streaks of white pain that turned red as nerves awakened. She pulled the phone away from her ear and hit the "no" button with her thumb before tossing it on the bed. "Bastard…"
Her head turned as a white ball of fuzz jumped up on her bed and "meowed" at her. A smile crept across her face, almost involuntarily. "Hi, Grayson."
The cat greeted her enthusiastically and she reached out to pick him up. She held him close to her chest as she scratched behind his ear, letting his fur tickle her naked chest. He purred enthusiastically, and she grinned as she set him down on top of the phone, then swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her hand came up to massage away the soreness in her shoulder, and she stood still rubbing at it. The blanket slid to the mattress, and she walked to the door.
The house was dark, lit only by what moonlight could seep through the translucent shades in the living room. She walked by them without really considering the fact that she was naked. The rooms were too dark for any stalker to see in even if they did have a clear line of sight. She walked silently, avoiding the places in the floor that squeakedto tto the bathroom. There, she lit a candle and knelt beside the bathtub. She turned the handle and let the rust clear out of the pipes before she splashed her face with cold water and stood, letting it run down her neck to her chest. It warmed on its journey, and she didn't wipe it away as it slowly traveled down over her full breasts.
She turned and leaned on the sink that didn't work as she stared at her own reflection in the mirror. "You look like hell."
Grayson curled around her feet, his long orange tail spiraling up her leg and his purr audible from where she stood. She yawned, and ran her fingers through her bleached blonde hair, bringing it in front of her to inspect its split ends. She frowned, but decided she didn't care when she glanced at the clock. It was 11:32. That didn't feel right. This guy was like clockwork, and he was thirty minutes early for a ritual. Something was wrong with that. And she couldn't risk "wrongness".
Her eyes narrowed as she considered her options, and she decided that she needed more information before she could make the call. She raised her arms and turned to study her profile in the mirror. God damn she was skinny. She hated being so skinny. She didn't feel right when her weight got this low. But he liked girls who were anorexic. Her hand came to her ribs and curved in at her stomach. She made a face. She looked anorexic alright.
The hard part hadn't been not eating; money was tight and the lack of food in the first place had made it easy. The hardest thing was timing it out so that she'd start eating again and give her cheeks enough time to fill out without regaining the weight in her stomach. And being tired all the time from the lack of nutrition certainly didn't make her happy. She hadn't really worked out in almost a week, and she felt like her muscles were comparable to jello.
She did her hair and makeup first, then walked back to her room and dressed silently. She grabbed her keys as she slipped out the door. Halfway down the steps, she remembered she'd forgotten something, and walked back. She yawned as she closed the door a second time, and started out into the night.
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This was the night. He could feel it. He smiled as he took a long pull from his drink, his eyes never leaving her. It had been more than a week in the making, feeling her out, trying to figure the best way to get past the details. They'd talked. More than once. She knew who he was. He smirked at that. His reputation preceded him. But hell, with as much time as he spent here, it'd damn well better. He was that one dark figure in the corner. The one who came in at midnight and stayed until two, and drank down no less than a hundred dollars between himself and his lady, whoever that may be in any given night. Recently, it had been her.
He liked the way she moved, the way she looked up there at the bar, ordering a drink she'd soon find out he'd already paid for. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder as the bartender pointed him out to her, and he smirked underneath his low hat, but didn't wave or otherwise acknowledge her. She smiled, and took the drink from the barkeep before smiling and turning toward him.
She walked slowly, her perfectly slim form toward him, entering the shadows comfortably. Her hair was tossed back over her shoulder as she sat down across from him, crossing her long, bare legs. The black miniskirt ended well before her thigh-high boots began, and she teased him with a hint of red lace beneath it. A wicked grin crossed her face as she leaned on the edge of the table. "I thought I might see you here," she cooed at him.
The shadowed figure offered a faint smile as he glanced up at her, taking a final sip of his beer before pushing it aside. He reached for her, wrapping his fingers around her thin wrist and touching the tips together. She smiled as he pulled her forward, around the table, and into his lap. He leaned up to greet her with a kiss. It was clear he'd had a drink or two before she arrived, but he wasn't drunk. He was comfortable with his mental state. From the looks of her, this wasn't her first stop tonight, either. His hands wandered a bit, giving her rear a generous squeeze as he glanced up at her.
"I was starting to wonder if you were gonna show tonight."
She smiled as she moved to his lap, letting him grope her. She rolled her shoulders back and leaned forward, close to him, letting him see down the front of her shirt. He grinned as his eyes traveled down over her long, smooth neck and down further. There was no bra underneath her thin-strapped top, and he had a great view.
Her arm slid over the worn surface of the table as she reached for her own drink, and raised it to her lips, sipping slowly. She looked quite comfortable seated on top of him. And she was feather-light. "Why would you think that?"
He leaned in to kiss at her neck, inhaling her perfume. He was going to very much enjoy working that top off of her body, and could only imagine what lay hidden beneath that barely-there miniskirt. Red lace, yes. But how much red lace? She knew his favorite color well, even with as little as they'd discussed such personal matters. How very sexy of her...
"Oh... no reason..." He smiled faintly as he nibbled at her earlobe. "Just that I normally see you earlier. It's almost one already."
She giggled quietly, shying away just slightly in a playful attempt at teasing him. But she pressed close a moment later, and ran her fingernails over the side of his neck lightly, tipping her head down to look at him under the rim of the tan fedora. The touch was intimate, as was the look in her eyes. She rubbed against him again, and he chuckled softly, nibbling at her neck.
His hands moved to grope her ass and her breasts. The pressure between his legs was becoming slightly uncomfortable. He knew he was impatient tonight. He'd not been laid in almost two weeks, and she'd been teasing him. But tonight was going to be different. He could tell by the look in her eyes. He was glad. Today had not been one of his better days and he was happy to come to the bar and drown his sorrows in drink... and her. Yes, she'd be an excellent distraction tonight.
He pulled away slightly and gulped down the last of his drink before scooping her up and setting her down on her feet. She smiled as he stood and pulled the brim of his hat down over his face a bit more, then turned and offered a charming smile. "Ready to go, babe?"
She smiled, and curled her shoulder a bit, shooting him a playful, teasing look. "Go? Where are you going to take me?" She pressed against him, fingering the edge of his trenchcoat as her voice dropped to a whisper. "Or is it a surprise?"
She slipped her leg between his, into the jacket, and rubbed back and forth against his thighs. He grinned and pressed close to her, kissing her deeply before pulling back. "Heh. Not far. There's a motel down the street. Already got a room waiting for us."
She chuckled quietly and offered a coy smile. "A room?" Her lower lip came forward in a bit of a pout as she played innocent for a moment. "Are you suggesting that I leave the bar with you? Out there into places where nobody'll be able to see us if you should decide to..." She shrugged slightly, not letting up on the seductive look. "... ravage me, or something of the like?"
He laughed out loud. Ravage her, indeed! She'd been teasing him for far too long. He grinned and leaned in close, his lips barely brushing her ear. "Yeah, maybe. There's only one way to find out, darlin'."
She squirmed slightly as his breath tickled her ear, a smile permanently fixed on her face. "Mmm... Sure you don't have a wife and kids you're not telling me about?" She laughed at her own joke, then wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing into him.
He tried to hold back a snicker, but failed. He pressed closer to her, his fingers pingping up under her skirt and teasing lightly while he inhaled the scent of her shampoo. "Not a chance in hell."
She moaned just slightly and half-fell into him, hugging his neck. She nuzzled the side of his face lightly. "Well, in that case... I think you can ravage me all you want. I've been waiting for you to ask me for this..."
He frowned. Did she mean he could've had her ass earlier? Damn it... If he'd known that, it would've made his life a lot easier. He led her toward the door of the bar. "In that case... I won't disappoint you."
She let him guide her, listening to the door of the bar clap closed behind them. She heard it open again when they were only a few yards away, and glanced back. They were being followed. She frowned and turned back to the figure at her side. "Friends of yours?" She chuckled quietly. "I didn't know you had bodyguards..."
He smirked and possessively slipped an arm around her waist. He'd hoped she hadn't noticed and felt a little embarrassed and annoyed by their presence. He didn't need anyone trailing his ass around town when he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. "Just fuckin' annoying sons of bitches," he grumbled. They always wanted to be sure he was all right, follow him like a little child... "Believe me, I'm perfectly capable of handling myself." He studied her for a moment, and smiled. "Besides... yer harmless."
She giggled and rubbed against him, offering a playful growl that made them both laugh. She glanced back. "They're not gonna follow us all night, are they?"
He frowned. "They damn well better not if they wanna keep their dicks attached." He gave a sadistic grin. "Of course, it ain't like I wouldn't enjoy pounding the shit out of them for it. Just so long as the fuckin' perverts don't go lookin' through the goddamn window."
She laughed, tossing her hair back as he squeezed her ass again. Her heels clicked on the cement as she tried to pace with him. "Aw... that could kinda be fun... Like starring in a porno movie."
He chuckled. The thought of starring in an impromptu porno was an inviting one, but not when the audience consisted of their current pursuers. In no way did he want them to see what he did in bed. With anyone. "I dun think they'll mess with us. They know better than to get on my bad side."
He leaned down, making a show of kissher her just to annoy their pursuers. He slipped his hands up under her skirt and groped lightly, slipping his fingers beneath the thin red lace. He was gonna enjoy taking that thing off... She kissed back, running her tongue along his and squirming slightly as his fingers explored. She swatted his hand away, giggling quietly. "Not yet baby..." She bit her lower lip in a seductive half smile. "Wait'll I get you alone. Then you can do anything you want to me..."
He growled quietly as she swatted his hands away. They both knew she couldn't stop him, but he didn't really mind the last few minutes of teasing, and he backed off. "Yeah, and you bet yer sweet ass I'm gonna do what I please."
She glanced over her shoulders as they approached the motel and saw that the "bodyguards" had indeed fallen back. They weren't gone, but she was quite sure they weren't going to interfere. She smiled as she ran her fingers down her partner's side, through the trenchcoat. "So... which room?"
He reached for a worn brass key out of his pocket and slipped it into a doorknob, fourth down from the alley, numbered 113. Her eyes ran over the room. Typical cheapass motel. One vibrating bed, a toilet, bath, worn-looking table and chair inside near the window with the drawn shade and curtains. On the table was a bottle of expensive champagne, rather out of place with the cheap, worn out lof tof the room. "Right here, baby," he gestured.
Her eyes lingered on the champagne bottle and two glasses beside it. "It's nice..."
She stepped inside, walked to the foot of the bed, and perched on it, extending one leg out along the floor. The other remained close to her, bent at a 90 degree angle. She stretched up, then lay back, sprawling on the mattress. Very nice. She gave him a moment to look over her body, and posed for sed seductively, bringing one knee up to waist level so that he could see more of the red lace. She loved to tease...
He grinned, enjoying the view she presented to him. The red lace thong was a nice touch and he could feel himself hardening with each second that passed. He considered the champagne, but he knew they were both much too impatient to really enjoy it. He decided to save it for later and approaches the bed, eyeing her like a hungry tiger ready to pounce for the kill.
She maneuvered to the side, giggling quietly as she stood again. Her fingers brushed over his cheek and she kissed his lips lightly, but pulled away before he could manage to grab at her. "Lemme go freshen up first, huh?" Her eyes darkened seductively as she smiled at him, and her voice dropped to a low whisper. "I got a surprise for you..."
He glared for a moment as he debated on whether or not he was going to listen to that. He had half a mind to throw her down on the bed right now. The hell with formalities. But he backed off, despite the growing pressure between his legs and gave her a swat on the bottom as she turned away. "A'ight, but hurry it up, babe. I ain't got all night."
She smiled over her shoulder at him as she slipped into the bathroom, and he sighed. He took the opportunity to undress, and poured a glass of champagne. He was only half through with it when she returned. She was without her top, but still wearing the short skirt, high boots, and now sporting a pair of long, black velvet gloves. He set the glass back down as his eyes ran over her body. Damn she was hot. She tipped her head back, pushing her full chest and one shoulder forward in a suggestive pose.
"You like the feel of velvet on your skin?" she teased. "It's like magic, I think..."
He smiled appreciatively at the view of her voluptuous, naked chest and shot a questioning look in the direction of the gloves. "Magic, huh?" A grin crept over his face. "More like witchcraft, I'd think."
She pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, her already short skirt riding up higher as she took in the sight of his body without the troublesome jacket covering him. Her tongue ran over her lips as her eyes moved down over his strong arms and his hard chest. She smiled and moved her hands to his sides, feeling lightly along his skin wthe the tips of her velvet fingers. He groaned softly at the feel of the material on his skin.
His hands slid up along her smooth thighs and under her skirt to where the red lace panties were. She'd denied him removing them before, but this time, he was determined to get the sexy undergarment off to see every last bit of her. He didn't mind her teasing, but he had his limits.
She moved beside him, and stretched out on the bed, inviting him to do as he pleased with her. A smile crossed her lips as she watched him and easily gauged his arousal. He wanted her. It was obvious. He rolled over her and kissed his way down along her shoulders, breasts, and stomach. He teased around her nipples as his hands worked at getting the boots off. The clothes were sexy as hell, but he wanted to see all of her, not just whatever she chose to show him. The pressure between his legs was almost unbearable and he was becoming hurried and impatient, but he forced himself to hold out just a bit longer.
She purred quietly at him, reaching down to run her hands over his shoulders and up the sides of his neck, then back down. He took his time, and she couldn't deny that her body was reacting. She massaged gently, breathing deep as she brushed the back of his neck with her fingertips. He sighed, and moved down his legs, stripping the boots and tossing them aside. His lips and tongue moved back up to her breasts, sucking and licking hungrily as he reached down to work at her panties, determined to get them off. The skirt was of little consequence to him; it would hinder him very little, if at all. Frankly, he was too impatient to take it off at the moment, his erection almost painful by now.
She arched her hips up, allowing him some room to maneuver the panties off of her hips. Her fingers continued to brush lightly against whatever skin she could find on his body. Her eyes flickered almost involuntarily to the clock on the bedside table. Quarter after one... Plenty of time. She could stay here all night with him and not get caught. She half-laughed at the thought of sleeping beside him when she was through with him, and moaned quietly as his hands roamed.
He tossed the panties aside as he nearly tore them from her body and leaned down, inhaling her warm scent. She was hot and damp, but not nearly wet enough for his liking at this point. No, this wouldn't do at all. He smiled faintly, despite the ache between his legs, reaching down to stroke her clit.
She turned her head to the side, laughing quietly as she closed her eyes and let her body feel the sensations. He had some experience under his belt. That much was evident. She smiled and spread her legs a little wider for him as he lightly stroked her clit and outer lips for a few more moments. Bored with that, he leaned down further and flicked his tongue against her clit before dropping down to lap at her wet folds. His thumbs lightly brushing against her clit at irregular intervals, first slow and then fast, moving in opposite speeds as his tongue. If he licked slow, he stroked fast. He wanted to get her hot as fast as possible before he couldn't take it any more.
She moaned loudly for him, and arched her hips toward his mouth, encouraging him to get her nice and wet. She'd seen his cock, and knew she'd need the lubrication. The way his tongue stroked her vulnerable insides made her smile, and the feel of his finger pressing against her clit made something inside of her jump as the deepest part of her subconscious remembered that she was a woman. An involuntary moan escaped her lips as her back arched slightly.
He continued for a few more moments, encouraged by her soft moans and involuntary arc. H. He wanted her badly, but he didn't want to take her if she wasn't damn good and ready for him. His tongue licked her hard and slow just once more before glancing up at her, eyes clouded with lust. "You want me to fuck you?"
Her head tilted back, eyes closed. "Mmm... yeah..."
He grins and climbed her body, not wasting any time in burying his shaft inside of her. He'd wanted this for the past week, and he was gonna rock her hard. He paused for a moment to relish the feeling of her silken wetness around his cock before beginning to slide back and forth, hands holding her hips tightly, slowly building up speed.
She hugged his neck, moving her hips against him, driving him deep inside of her. She rolled her shoulders forward and back, rubbing her breasts against his hard chest. Her lips parted, and she panted, quietly at first and building it up. She concentrated for a moment, and squeezed her inner muscles around him in time with his thrusts, encouraging him.
A groan escaped him, and he leaned down to nip at her neck and shoulders, feeling the warmth of her breasts against him. He thrust harder and faster, encouraged by her gentle contractions, his shaft throbbing in response. Sweat trickled down his face as he worked, her loud panting moans echoing in his ears. He was so very close, but he wasn't going to let go until he heard her scream.
She reached her hands down between them, groping along his sides and touching his hips. She kept her touches light, letting the fabric tickle his flesh, and smiled up at him as her gloved hands reached his erection, and slipped around it, cupping his balls and rolling them gently between her fingers, exciting him, driving him to the limit. "Fuck me, baby..." The words came out between gasps. "Come on, harder..."
He gave a choked whimper as he felt the velvet upon his balls, struggling to hold back. He slammed into her harder and faster, gasping and panting as he worked, knowing that he was only seconds away from an incredible orgasm. He knew he couldn't stop it now, but he wanted to feel her come as well. "Scream..." he gasped. "Come with me... C'mon..."
Something inside of her changed, in the instant she heard his voice. Emotion shut off as she became acutely aware of his every movement: his breaths against her, the slight friction of his cock inside of her… She ran her gloved hands up to his biceps one last time, then brought them together behind his neck. She slowly pulled the gloves off, measuring her contractions, continuing to pant. But any semblence of arousal had died. Her body ran on auto pilot, faking the climb to an incredible orgasm as she dropped the gloves on the bed and pressed her bare hands against his shoulders. Her back arched higher as she moved perfectly with his rhythm, gasping and crying, scraping her nails scraped lightly over his arms.
Her partner whimpered and moaned, feeling his balls tighten as his hands ran along her sides to her breasts and then back down to her hips again. He couldn't hold off much longer. But he wanted to feel her come... And she was close; he could feel it. She gave control of her vocal chords to the sounds that felt like they naturally belonged here, moaning and crying as her nails bit deeper into the backs of his shoulders, cutting through skin. She whimpered, turning her head away and letting her hair fall into her face. Her head snapped back quickly as she dragged her nails down over his arms, clawing at him desperately, her body moving hard against his. He barely felt the sting of her nails against his skin as she threw her head back and screamed, clenching hard around his shaft and releasing. He gasped at the sensation of her orgasm and released the pressure, pounding wildly into her.
Her soul sighed, and she looked up again to watch his eyes as her nails continued down almost to his elbows. It took a few seconds before it registers faintly in the back of his mind that something was wrong and that the dizziness he felt... wasn't the usual dizziness of orgasm. He spent a few seconds in confusion, then in fear as he realized he couldn't move. He drew in one last breath, and his eyes widened as he looked down at her emotionless expression. A sudden pain consumed him, exploding from the inside, and everything went black...
She sighed again, then pushed him off of her as his weight came down on top of her body. She stood and picked up the gloves, sliding them back over her hands. Silently, she walked to the bathroom, hipchecking the door, and picked up the cell phone off the counter. She speed dialed the only number programmed into it, and watching herself in the mirror as it rang. She looked as weak and tired as she felt. She needed a good meal, a long bath, a full night's sleep...
There was no greeting, but the ringing stopped. "Tell your daughter she's safe. And keep the rest of yer goddamn money."
She pulled it away and hung up. Her eyes lingered at the shower, and she considered it, but decided to wait until she got home. Safer that way. She definitely needed a shower though. She could still feel bits of his flesh under her nails.
She walked back into the room and picked up the shirt off the floor. After slipping it on, she moved his body aside and spent the next several minutes combing over the scene for any trace of hair or other evidence on the floor. She found several, and took them to the bathroom to flush them. She returned, stripped the sheets, and folded them as small as she could.
She used a cloth to clean her juices from him, not wanting to leave DNA behind in such an obvious way. It wasn't that she thought anyone would suspect foul play. He'd simply died of a heart attack. But they'd want to question anyone who might have been present when he died. And she was going to take a trip down to housekeeping and change the sheets. She didn't want to leave evidence behind if they did look for it. Sure that he was clean, she set the cloth with the sheets, redressed, and walked to the small table.
She smirked at the champagne, and reached for the empty glass. She used gloved hands to pour it, and turned to glance at the lifeless figure as she raised it to her lips and drained it all at once. A sad smile crept across her face as she placed the glass in the bundle she carried and turned toward the door. "Good night, lover."
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