Except… Maybe I would have liked to use real blood instead of this nasty fake shit.
Now I just want a shower, and to play with Scarlett. The way I can’t wait to grab my phone and turn on that vibrator at some point randomly while she’s at work. Doing fuck knows what.
I glance at the screen momentarily and then lay down to stare at the camera over the bed.
“Until next week, monster lovers.”
I smile, blow a kiss, and give a wave goodbye as I hit the remote button to end the stream. I sigh before climbing from the bed and cleaning up my mess. I wrap the robe around me and tie it before gathering the sheets and dropping them into the basket by the door. I gather my toy and head for the bathroom attached to the room. I have to clean my toys, then I can head for a shower and get dressed.
I want my phone out of my locker right this damn second, but I have shit that comes first. So I hurry through the motions as I clean the room up. Some pay extra to clean up behind them, but I prefer the movement after fucking myself like this. It helps me come back down before my shower that helps with the rest.
Today, I couldn’t give a fuck less as I hurry through the room and then exit to the locker rooms. Dropping my stuff in the locker as I grab my phone from inside. I open the app I installed and connect to the device that I know is currently nestled inside of Scarlett.
I press a button and I know right this second a low vibration just began inside of her little cunt. A text comes in immediately.
I’m in a meeting!
Then you better learn how to talk quickly. You have ten minutes until I’m out of the shower and I take it up another notch.
I won’t be done by then.
Ten minutes, kitten. Only warning I’ll give you.
Yes, sir.
Oh, my fucking pussy aches at her message. I toss the phone back into my locker and then head for the shower, holding my clothes and toiletry bag in my arms. I want her to know that she has limited time before I fuck her from afar.
The thought alone has me wanting to fucking turn around right this second, but I told her ten minutes, so she better hurry. I rush into the showers and straight for an empty stall.
This will be the fastest shower I’ve ever taken. I want to make her cum right there in her meeting or she will have to excuse herself before she cums in front of every single person in that meeting. That pussy will grip that toy for the next hour if I can help it.
I’m going to make my little kitten cum and I can’t fucking wait.
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 theyhave 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.”
