Pity: (Edited Version)
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I allow the touch of our lips to deepen into a full-blown French kiss. She's actually quite good at it. Of course, she's had a whole lot of practice. She's so good in fact, that after a couple of moments, I catch myself becoming aroused. I didn't plan on this. I wanted to be in total control, yet as our kiss continues, I feel myself lose more and more of my control. I no longer feel like I'm the cat chasing a mouse, but that I have become the mouse. And that she is a lioness that is trying to gobble me up.
I catch some of my senses and break our kiss. I look into her eyes and see my own lust filled reflection in them before I turn my head from those deep orbs. My own lust filled reflection. I so did not want to see that.
"Are you ok," she asks. I honestly don't know what to say in response.
I look at her with what I hope is a look of confidence, but the concern in her expression only deepens. I begin to think that this whole idea was a mistake, but then I remember him. The reason why I started the whole seduction in the first place. I can't allow this unexpected lust to stop me from completing my task.
In fact, I think I'll let it help me.
"Sorry," I say. "I just kinda…zoned out. That was…wow."
"You said it," she replies.
At least I didn't lie to her.
***
We have a few more rounds. I'm not very experienced with alcohol, but I know my limits. I'm not too drunk to drive, but I am a bit tipsy. I take the time to learn more about my prey. People usually let out more secrets than they'd like to when they drink, and she is no exception. But she somehow retains enough sense to not talk about him, and tries to make me think she's single. As I learn more about the "real her", I find myself feeling a tiny bit more compassionate toward her.
After a while, I decide that I need to work some of the alcohol out of my system if I'm going to complete my work. And I decide that the best way to do that is to take advantage of my unexpected lust for my prey.
Besides. What kind of a cat doesn't play with the mouse she's captured before killing it?
I whisper in her ear: "Follow me". She gets a beguiling look on her face, and takes the hand that I offer. I lead her out of the bar and to my car. "What about my ride," she asks me. "We'll come back for it later. We're not going far," I truthfully respond.
She takes the passenger seat as I turn the engine over. The CD player begins playing "Thoughtless" by KoRn. Some of the lyrics of this song feel like they were written for me. For my state of mind tonight. The song helps me remember that I'm going to murder this woman tonight. As we drive along the road, and the track changes, "Beat It Upright" starts playing. And I realize that I'm not going to just be murdering this woman tonight.
I pull off the road into an ally a few miles from the bar, kill the CD player, and crank up the heater because it's so cold tonight. I lean over and assault her lips with mine. Fully accepting the unexpected hunger that's burning low in my gut for this whore. I feel her hands roaming my body, I feel one of them reach under the waist of my skirt and cup my honey pot. I reach under the seats and recline them.
***
We adjust our clothing. Some of the articles of clothing are…erm…"moist" from our earlier actions. We're back in the bar parking lot. "Hey…you want to come to my house," I say. "You could stay there and not worry about having to find a motel." I say with a wink: "Plus, I'd really hate for tonight to end so early."
She met me with yet another kiss. The taste of our previous actions still lingering on her lips. She pulled back and responded: "I think I'd like that. I'm gonna tell you a secret. I've been with a lot of men, and women. And you are honestly one of the top two I've ever had. For what it was, the short duration of it, and the fact that it was in a car…it was one of the best fuckings I've ever gotten. Period."
Needless to say, I have a surprised expression on my face. I'm surprised because I know she's been with at least fifteen others. Not including him or any other wrestlers. And she's saying that out of both men and women, I'm one of the top two she's ever fucked.
"That's…wow…really?" I'm flabbergasted. I knew I was good. But I didn't think I was that good. I'm almost tempted to give her my phone number and address and let her live.
Almost tempted.
I have to kill her. No matter how much lust I have for her, she's worthless.
She's worthless because she's fucking behind his back. Sure, she fucked me behind his back too, and we're gonna fuck again tonight, but this is different. I'm only letting it happen so she'll trust me with her body. So she'll be completely surprised when it happens. When she realizes that she is the mouse to my cat. And that my fucking her is only the cat playing with the mouse.
"I'm gonna get in my car and follow you to your house. I can't wait for what your perverted mind has in store for me," she says with a smirk before she gets out of my car with a final kiss. Her still sweaty body giving off faint whiffs of steam into the cold November air.
"Oh, I can't wait either," I say to no one in particular.
***
About an hour and a half later, we pull into the driveway of "my house". It's actually the house of my last victim. Luckily for me, she won the lottery and paid off her water and electricity bills three years in advance before she met her end at my vengeful hands. So there're still basic utilities even a year after her last payment. And it's out in the middle of nowhere, so there're no visitors. And the IRS still thinks she's alive because I've been doing her tax return.
The perfect place to kill in.
I step out of my car and watch her pull her car up behind mine. I look on as her beautiful form steps out of her car. She may be no better than a street whore in my eyes, but she is also very easy on them. She walks up to me and I greet her with a kiss. I swear, those lips are addictive. I can see how she snagged him.
"Nice house," she says as she breaks the kiss. "Thanks," I reply. "It belonged to…an acquaintance of mine. Who met an untimely end about this time last year."
"I'm sorry," she said. You know, it's funny, but I actually think she means it. "It's ok. I wasn't on very good terms with her. She did something I could never forgive her for, so I actually river dance on her grave every now and then."
"Mmm…it's cold. What do you say we go inside and…warm up?"
I look at her with a sideways look. Intentionally making it beguiling. "Impatient, are we?" Her eyes meet mine and I walk up to the door. I unlock it, and let us in.
No sooner than the door is closed behind us, are her hands on my body again. I remembered to turn on the heat before I left earlier. I drop our ruined bras on the floor and guide her up the stairs to the bedroom. We kick off our shoes as soon as we enter the room. I push her on the bed and almost tear her shirt off her body…exposing her full, naked breasts. I fumble with her pants and tug them down her legs until the only things that she's wearing are her undergarment and her socks. I remove the socks from her feet and strip my own clothing from my form. First the tank top, I hug my arms to my body and push up my tits. Then the mini-skirt and the fishnets go. I walk over to the closet and drag a black footlocker from it, moving it to the bed.
"What's that," she asks in an extremely seductive tone.
I open the footlocker. "My toy chest."
I stand back up and walk to the closet again. This time, I retrieve a video camera mounted on a tripod. I walk back to the bed, set it up, get a good angle in the viewfinder of the whole bed, and start recording.
"You are definitely one kinky bitch," she accurately states upon looking in the footlocker. I reach in and pull out a pair of metal nipple clamps.
"You have no idea," I say while I clack together the ends of the instrument in my hand.
I crawl onto the bed and sit on my knees over her stomach. I play the nipple clamps over her breasts…watching her soft skin tense upon contact with the cool steel. She grabs my wrist, the same one holding the clamps. "No. No toys. Not yet," she says in a husky…almost pleading tone. "Why not?" I ask.
"Because, toys are so impersonal. Fun, but impersonal. I only want us to concentrate on each other's bodies, instead of using an instrument on said bodies. I want this to be love making, not fucking. At least for the beginning."
I look at her face with a questioning look. She wants me to "make love" to her. She has no clue what I'm going to do to her when we're done. I suddenly feel a great deal of sympathy for this lovely creature that lies beneath my body.
"Please."
With that simple word, my will is broken. I absently drop the nipple clamps on the floor, hearing them clack loudly against the linoleum. I meet her eyes with mine, and break down into tears. Pathetic…uncontrollable tears. I lean forward and draw her into a tight embrace, sobbing in her ear. "What's wrong?" she asks me. I sob into her ear: "Promise you won't freak out."
"I promise. Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be ok."
"No…it won't."
"Why?"
I pull back enough to look into her eyes as I say my next words.
"Because I've been luring you into a trap."