Killer Babe

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She's definitely a one-night stand.
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Lefreak
Lefreak
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The phone starts ringing at half-past six. I'm awake, just back from the bathroom after a night of fitful sleep.

I frown, thinking about whom it could be. But then I remember... I've placed the ad yesterday in the local paper. It wouldn't be the first time they called me as soon as four-o-clock in the morning. It leaves me wondering if the ink is dry by then. Men are always in such a hurry. I'll never be able to understand them.

I pick up the receiver.

"Hello, early morning bird," I say.

"You're the broad who placed the ad?"

His voice is coarse and clipped, obviously in the habit of giving orders and expecting obeisance.

"Yes."

"How much?"

I laugh. Always the first thing they ask.

"Nothing at all, honey," I assure him, "I'm not in it for the money. I just want some fun without the hassle of a relationship."

I have a dark and sultry voice, very sexy and exotic. My mother used to say, that with a voice like mine men would still want to get in my pants, even if I should look better with a bag over my head... Of course she was joking about the bag. But my vocal chords are really my true magic.

This one however is a real suspicious bloke.

"All right, say I don't believe you, what's the snag in it?"

"None, none at all," I assure him, "No money, no obligations, just some wonderful moments between you and me. I am nobody's property, why should I not make some fun when I am in the mood?"

"So, you're not a hooker?"

"Call me that again and I hang up," I warn him.

"Sorry, sorry," he hasten to say.

He's silent for a long moment, muttering under his breath. But finally he puts the question in.

"When you're free?"

"Any time you want till Friday. This week I've nothing better to do."

He laughs, "You're a hot bitch, I bet. The straight stuff or ..."

"I would prefer that, but if you know some special tricks we can talk about it... However, no SM or filthy things like peeing... Anal is discussable only if you're not hung like a horse."

"Depends how good you're at it."

"Excellent, so they say. No one said it hurts anyway."

Stupid answer for a stupid question, if you ask me. But he has another laughing fit.

"All right, I'll be there by nine, if it's all right with you. I like a taste of pussy before I go to office."

I assure him it sounds good enough for me. He hooks in after I've given him directions to the place where I'm staying.

It was a short conversation and a polite one as well. Many start swearing, calling me all sorts of names I certainly don't deserve, or try to moralize or analyze my motives, or have the urge to tell the most strange stories. But this one is different, concise and to the point. I promise myself to offer him a real good time.

I decide to take a shower.

But first I make the bed neatly. I change the sheets and put a tube of Vaseline and some condoms on the nightstand. Then I take my nightie off , pausing a moment or two before the full-length mirror to admire my body.

I'm not particularly vain, but I can say that the years have been very kind to me. I watch what I eat and I spent much time remaining fit. I'm forty, but people give me at least ten years less. I'm a natural red-hair, hazel eyes, slightly tanned. I have C-cup breasts that are a natural match for my narrow waist en smoothly flaring hips. I look good in whatever clothes I chose to wear. At the beach I'm still able to catch full male attention.

Gazing at my figure, my eyes travel down my flawless, pear shaped breasts to my still flat stomach and on to my smoothly shaven pussy. They say that for a white woman I have a large clitoris and thick, protruding inner lips. I remember their size used to embarrass me as a young girl at school. But boy, that changed soon.

My smile becomes bigger as I turn left and right, looking at the sensual curve of my hips and my shapely thighs and ass. I know, mirrors makes a girl self-conceited. They make me also horny... I let a hand slip idly across my breast, sending a chill through me as I touch a overly sensitive nipple. I move my feet apart, allowing my free hand move to my sex mound. My flushed face stares back at me from the mirror as I spread the fleshy hood covering my swelling clit. I close my eyes as I begin to play with myself.

******

After the shower I prepare breakfast.

By the time I have my second cup of coffee, the radio announcer is reading the headlines of the eight-o-clock news.

I always drink coffee before a date, too much coffee. People think you're used to it after a couple of times, but that's not my experience. Each time again, I'm still a nervous wreck. Who will it be, young or older, having a nice tool or something pathetic between his legs, a competent lover or not, kind and considerate or the proverbial male pig?

I'm not afraid of falling into the hands of some sadistic predator. I can take care of myself. I'm also a very good and quick judge of character. Bad guys don't cross my threshold.

No, rather than apprehension it's a blank and nameless excitement that comes over me. I can't place that feeling, that's the whole fucking problem.

It's not evident waiting for a guy, I never get used to it. A stiff cup of coffee is the only thing that helps pass the time.

I'm degusting my fifth one when the bell rings.

It's nine o-clock. At least he's punctual. I fumble for the small gun in the pocket of the bathrobe before walking to the door. I didn't bother to put clothes on.

Through the fisheye I give him the once-over. He seems decent enough, expensive suit, gold rimmed glasses, around fifty. He's small and stocky build, fat is gaining rapidly terrain on muscles.

"Coffee?" I ask, after introductions are made and we're back in the living room, "Or something stronger? I have Chivas Regal if you like... Or maybe you rather want to skip the formalities?"

If it's up to them, I never have to bother myself with drinks. They always opt for direct action. This bloke's not different. He just grins and grabs my ass.

"With or without clothes?"

"Depends on how much you ask."

I sigh, "I said already I don't want money. Only I like it better naked, gives you so much more satisfaction."

"Take that robe of. I'm sure you have I body to die for."

He starts undressing before his words are cold, clearly in a hurry. I like him already, certainly not a lingerer.

With a docile smile I do what he wants. When I'm naked I put my feet apart and spread my vaginal lips with my fingers, showing him the pink insides of my already wet pussy.

"I'll bring you into the seventh heaven," I promise in a hoarse voice.

He grabs my crotch, finding it necessary to accentuate his masculinity by shoving his middle finger in my poor asshole.

"Go to the bedroom, make yourself comfortable. I'll be with you is a sec," I whisper, gently pushing his hand away.

Still dressed in his pants he disappears.

They never need spurs. Disgusting.

I'm never in a hurry. I finish my coffee before joining him.

"Can we start?" I coax, swaying my hips and making sure my tits bounces up and down.

He lies on his back on the bed, an elated smile on his lips. I climb on top of him and give him a sweet, deep kiss, rubbing my stiff nipples against his hairy chest.

"What do you want your girlie to do?" I ask him, "You want to sniff my pussy, or you want me to suck you off."

"No, fuck me baby... Do it nice and slowly," he grunts

He has his eyes closed, making it exceptionally easy for me.

"Let me take a condom..."

I open the drawer of the night table, taking out what once belonged to gramps...

Then, in one swift movement, I cut his throat. One stroke with the good old razor and it's over. I'm good at it, baby.

He doesn't make a sound, only a couple of violent jerks made his body shudder, nearly throwing me off the bed. Jets of warm, salty blood spurts in my face and upper body, drenching me from head to toe.

"Yess!!!" I shriek, while a powerful orgasm sweeps through my belly.

Then I open my mouth for that delicious fountain of blood, drinking as much as I can before he's completely drained.

******

I leave the body where it is when I move on.

In the next town I ask the local paper if they're willing to place an ad.

And the next day you can see it in print.

"Life is gray and drab for you?
Want some endless adventure?
The ultimate one-night stand?
Then call this Killer Babe."

(The phone-number at the end is always different of course.)

I never have to wait long, never.

Who knows, maybe we'll meet. Remember, nobody has ever complained about me.

Lefreak
Lefreak
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the_apocalypsethe_apocalypseover 14 years ago
I liked it

Thought this was really good

Eric_ShiftEric_Shiftover 14 years ago
Cool in a Disturbing kind of way

Do you kill them all? Are you a serial or a thrill killer. Sorry just being playfull. Good job.

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