Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.
I down the scotch and continue to thrust hard into Britney? Whitney? Fuck I have no clue what her name is. Shocker. Fuck she feels good when she grips on my dick like that; the feeling is never mind-blowing but it feels good enough. Should I even let her come before she dies or just kill her? Decisions decisions.. I know I have to make up my mind fast, I can't hold on much longer. Seeing her under me as I choke her while pounding the fuck out of her turns me on, her tits are bouncing and her moans are getting louder. I study her appearance closely.
She's blonde, I grab a fist-full of her hair and she gasps. I have no idea if she enjoys it though; I could care less if she didn't. Her eyes are a soft hazel colour. When I first saw her, she looked innocent but I guess not. I mean she initiated it all by shoving her tits on me and running her hands through my hair. All I had to throw at her was the clichè ''wanna get out of here?" before she was nodding at me like a toy bobble head... Where was I again? Oh yes, her appearance. Her lips are a light pink and they're 'okay' shaped I guess. She has a skinny body; come to think of it.. her body makes her head look too big for her body.
I was never a guy to study a woman's appearance. I don't care for women, I just fuck them... then kill them.
Speaking of killing. I can feel my orgasm approaching. I decide to let her die knowing she had probably the best fuck of her life. I adjust myself a bit so I'm hitting the spot that makes the bitches go crazy. "O..ohh my...yess yes yessss!" She chants as her pussy grips on my dick as hard as my hands start to grip on her neck. I can almost feel her orgasm flowing through my own body and that makes my hands grip tighter that she starts to choke and her hands try to snake their way to my shoulders to push me off. It's no use though, I can see her eyelashes fluttering and her eyes threatening to close.
I pound in her pussy rapidly and pull out just in time to grunt out my release on her stomach. Fuck that was good. After using my hand to ride out my release, I lean back and let out a content sigh and stare at her dead body. I lean over to get my pack of cigarettes and lighter. I take one out and light it up.
I exhale the smoke and get off the bed. I grab my suit off of the floor and get dressed. While putting on my cuff links I look at my sperm on her stomach. I open my briefcase and open the secret department of it. I make sure the clean-up looks as legit as possible; including the fucking glass I drunk scotch out of. I'm just that good.
When I'm done and everything looks neat, I run my fingers through my hair and close my briefcase. "Catch ya later, sweet heart." I open the door but take one last look at her before leaving, "or not."