"Well that was fun" I said as I finally located my short leather skirt that hugged my lower half in all the right places. Someone must have thought so too by the way things ended last night... And early this morning.
"Hey babe, I didn't even get your name", the man said from the other half of the bed where he was, with no doubt half sleep.
But he wasn't just a one night stand who's name I didn't know. I knew exactly who he was. Which is why I am where I am right now.
I reached for my silver clutch I had had with me at the club the night before. "Oh, uh my name's Ashley." I turned around to fully face him. And give him a smile that always get the men's hearts racing and tension in there pants. By now I had finished dressing.
I turned my attention to my leather black boots that go all the way up to mid-thigh. Just as I was reaching for them, an arm snakes its way around my waist and gently pulls me back into a hairless, masculine chest. I smile before looking up into his eyes. I change our position so that I'm on tip straddling his legs.
He let's out a deep chuckle that echo's through out the tiny motel room. "Are you ready for Round Three already?", he asks. By the sound of his voice I can tell that's what he wants.
But I didn't come here just for the sex. I place my hands on the toned skin on his chest and press my face in the crook of his neck. I hear his small intake of breath and I smile against him.
"Have you ever been to Florida?" I asked innocently as I slowly start the place small kisses from his shoulder blade to his jaw line.
I suddenly feel his whole body tense up underneath me, an after effect of my question and my lips on his skin, I assume. When he doesn't answer I decide to continue. "I have. Did you know there was a little girl who was murdered there a couple of weeks ago. Its such a shame really, no one deserves to die at such a young age. What was her name?" I continue to kiss his neck. But I remove one of my hands on his chest and reach for my clutch again. His eyes are closed, probably thinking mine are too.
When I feel the beady material of the clutch I silently pulled out my bedazzled revolver and drop my arm to the side of the bed. And all the while still managing to kiss him.
That's skill.
As I plant my kisses on him I slowly make my way to his ear. "I think her name was Emily", I whisper seductively and accusingly. He gulps and I take my chance.
I pulled the gun, still in my right hand over the edge of the bed. I place it under me right between his legs. Thinking its me that's touching his manhood he smiles. But it doesn't last very long as it finally dawns on him that its not me, but instead a fully loaded gun ready to blow his dick off.
But I'm not gonna shoot him there. No, when I'm done with him I don't want him breathing.
He tries to get me off of him. But I snuck a little something special in his drink. " Did you kill Emily?", I ask although I know the truth. I'm just waiting for this coward to own up to his actions.
He struggles with the very little energy he has and soons tires himself out.
I then move the gun to the side of his neck. "You want to know what I think?" I don't wait for him to answer. "I think you did, and I think you are supposed to be in jail right about now."
"What are you, some cop!" His outburst briefly catches me off guard, but not for long and soon again I'm pinning him against the mattress.
"You're gonna wish I was a cop", I said with no expression.
I pulled the trigger twice, then his body fell limp.
I followed my normal procedure and quickly finished putting on my shoes.
I took any money he had or anything I thought to be of value. I covered his body with the scratchy blanket that the hotel provided and left without a glance back.
