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 bloodalong 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.
The machines clink around the room and the slots spin with chimes all over. I was invited to come out to a high end poker game tonight. Well, I as in Pheobe was invited. I’d ended up at a bar earlier this evening and met a man who had extended the information to me for this place as his plus one. I’d agreed even though it’s risky.
I was curious. The need to see what they call the High Rollers was eating at me. Turns out it’s the whales that have so much money they blow millions on a single card game and then laugh about it. I shake my head as I loiter around the bar of the room while watching the people at the table.
The machines are loud but less so in this room than outside of it. The back room is nothing more than a nearly empty area with a bar and a large table in the center with a dealer. Around the table sit seven men. Some with women on their laps and others with women standing behind their chairs like ornaments.
The cards are being dealt at intervals and they play whatever they are playing. Looks like Texas Hold Em, but I’m not sure without moving closer. Several women in short and tight dresses sit at the bar with me like they are waiting for one of the men to notice them.
Have I been reduced to eye candy tonight? Maybe. I’m okay with that role as long as they don’t mind me killing them when the night is over. I almost laugh at my little joke, then I remember where I am. So I sip my drink the bartender handed me as I watch the men play the game.
Every thought in my mind is which man will get the pleasure of being at the end of my knife. Probably the person who invited me in the first place. Right now, he has some bimbo on his lap as she slips along his dick. Pretty sure he has his cock buried inside of her right at the table. She bounces slightly as he throws a card down on the table and then picks up another.
I do my best to hide my cringe behind the rim of my glass as she fakes a moan. Right there in front of the entire table. The men laugh like it’s the funniest shit in the world. Hell, maybe they know how small the man’s dick is. That might be funny. A small dick man making a woman like that moan. Yeah right.
“Don’t pay the bimbos any mind. They like the attention and the men like to wet their dicks while focusing on the game. A quick fuck to release the pressure, and then she gets a nice tip before disappearing. It’s women like you who get the goods at night. The money that really means something.”
A woman sits next to me at the bar and I look over to see her dressed in a silky long gown that’s gorgeous on her. Big breasts that are barely contained.
