The Corner II (39 page)

Trying to act surprised as if she wasn’t curious where her midnight snack was, she laughed lightly then said, “I wasn’t looking for Victor. I was looking around at how empty it is here in the office at night since they’ve made cutbacks.”

Andrea smirked, and before she could say anything, Rebecca quickly added, “So, have you heard anything about that one story? You know the one where the woman called you the other night. Did the police say if they think she could be a serial killer, or is she just some nut case who killed someone and called the paper for publicity?”

Andrea paused to see if Rebecca’s battery of questions were over. She hunched her shoulders nonchalantly and answered, “Not a word from the caller or the police.”

Rebecca hopped off the desk. She’d noticed Victor walking in the office. She smoothed her skirt with the palms of her hands and adjusted the form fitting white blouse. “Well, that’s too bad. That would have been a good come up story for you if it had been some type of serial killer. But it was just a week ago. Never know.”

With that Rebecca walked over to an awaiting Victor. Their routine would be to talk a bit, then get some work done. After a couple of hours, they would say they were going to get something to eat, and that’s when they would disappear to do what they do. It was funny to Andrea when Victor told her that they did it on their editor’s desk and in his chair. Even left a gift for the boss they all hated—sweat and other bodily fluids to dry on the expensive furniture.

Andrea was fixing her second cup of coffee when she noticed it was 3:33a.m. She was thinking that she would probably go through three to four before her shift was over. She was bored as hell and finished all her work. She decided this would be a good time to download some songs on her new iPhone. She retrieved the gift she’d purchased for herself from her bag and was about to pull up iTunes on her computer when the phone rang. She looked to the left then remembered that her co-workers were gone handling their business, so she took the call. “Chicago Tribune,” she said.

Vanessa’s head was turned
to the side and her dark mane lay on the pillow. Her breasts were resting atop her chest perfectly. Even in her early forties she’d managed to defy gravity. Her chocolate nipples were hard and erect, and she was actually enjoying the oral sex. Her long sleek legs were bent and trembling. Joshua was doing the damn thing with his tongue. She could feel her button swelling and why not? The man who had his face in between her legs was bringing her to orgasm.

The man she was with week ago repulsed her. He laid his overweight body on top of her and pounded as if he was really giving it to her. The man thought he was devouring her breasts and clit like some Casanova, but to her it felt as if his pink lips and cigar stained teeth were gnawing on her. The fat man also had the nerve to try to slide the condom off during sex. It had been a pleasure for her to put the bullets in Thomas Berryman.

Tonight was different; Vanessa was actually enjoying the sex with Joshua. She had met him on facebook about eight months ago and after two months of phone conversations, he convinced her to meet. After three visits of wining and dining, shopping and a couple of plays, she decided that this visit would be the one that she would give him a taste of her honey. She had kissed and made out with him in his new hardtop convertible Lexus while they were parked at a secluded park. She even went as far as to let him finger her as if they were back in high school, but she never went that extra mile. She teased and led him on just enough to have him burning with desire, and here she was laying in his plush king size bed that sat in the middle of a huge bedroom that was inside of a condo in the Gold Coast area of Chicago. Yes, Joshua had money. He was a computer software engineer who had been making money since the day he left Indiana University, and she had enjoyed every bit of the way he used his money to spoil her. She knew he liked her and used that to her advantage to get to where she was at the moment—the home he’d just purchased for him and his fiancée.

Vanessa felt the orgasm coming and held it back as long as she could. She’d mastered that years ago through countless sessions of masturbating. She’d got in tune with her body and learned how to hold back her orgasms to make them stronger when she finally came.

She moaned, “Oh, Joshua, I’m coming!” 

He continued to manipulate her love as she bucked her pelvis into face. Her button was swollen and now it was trying to disappear. Joshua knew that she was on the verge of sheer pleasure so he kept his rhythm going. He grabbed her smooth firm ass and kept her pelvis into his face as he moaned to send vibrations through her just like vibrators do.

She grabbed the back of his head and as she bucked forcefully.

“Ooh, Joshua!” she moaned as she came. Ecstasy overwhelmed her and for a moment, she’d forgotten all about the two hundred and fifty thousand she’d stolen from him last night after getting a hold of his account number and password. The money had been wired to an account. Don’t be fooled, this wasn’t about money, but Vanessa was able to get it so she took it and was going to put it to good use.

Joshua let her catch her breath for a moment then he began caressing her and gently placing kisses all over her body making his way to her lips.

She ran her finger through his locks. He loved the way her fingers felt as they massaged his scalp.

Electrifying was the feeling!

Their tongues danced while he made his way onto his back, guiding her on top of him. He broke free from the kiss and savored the kisses she was planting on his mocha colored chest. For his early forties, he was in just as good of shape as she—two people with bodies better than people half their age.

She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the condom. She stroked his manhood to get him harder then slid the prophylactic on him. She straddled him, kissed and nibbled on his nipples. Joshua was breathing heavily and begging. She then decided to give him what he’d been craving for months. She grabbed his tool then sat on him slowly allowing him to savor what she had to offer. She sat for a moment then squeezed her love muscles. She grinned when she saw pleasure overcome his face. She heard the CD player change the disc. It was jazz, but she couldn’t put a finger on the artist. Nevertheless, she liked the tune and caught a rhythm. She rode him to the notes that were blown from brass and woodwinds. Her smooth brown skin was highlighted with reflections from the many candles that were illuminating the bedroom with its soft glow.

Joshua was now sexing her from behind. He liked the way she worked in rhythm with the jazz so he did the same. He massaged her ass and thought about how she was better built and in better shape than his twenty-four year old friend, Tania, he’d taken to the Virgin Islands a couple of weeks ago.

She broke free and crawled away from him. She laid on her back and smirked at him as if to say ‘is that all you got’.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked as she looked at him seductively.

“Hump,” was the only word that escaped his mouth. He crawled over her and slid himself inside her and put his back into it.

She was enjoying the sex, and once she got her second orgasm and he his first he rolled off her and they both lay quiet until they caught their breath. She’d enjoyed the sex with Joshua and had thought about visiting him again for some more loving, but she had to stick to her plan. It was crucial that she did so, or everything could blow up in her face and she couldn’t have that. She maneuvered her body over Joshua’s so that she could be on the side of the bed where her purse was. He understood her move and scooted over to make room. She reached into her purse that was on the floor beside the bed. She fished inside of it for a moment then found what she was looking for. She rose and her hand came toward his face.

She asked, “Want one?”

He took the Newport from the pack, and she did the same. She lit his, then hers. They both took long deserving drags. There was a silence in the room as the track changed then another smooth groove played, and she recognized it as something by Alicia Keys.
Do you think you have the guts to kill again?
She asked herself.
Do you think you can follow through with this? You know you’re only at the beginning. There are more to follow. Do you think you can pull them off, also?
She took a hard drag and smiled as the bluish smoke wafted in front of her face. She thought about the nice time she’d been having with Joshua. Then she thought about what has driven her to be here with him at the moment. Her smile became a frown. Joshua noticed the change in her mood, thinking that he said or did something wrong. Wondered if she didn’t like what he’d given her.

He asked, “You okay?”

She forced a smile. “I’m fine. Everything is good. Why do you ask?”

Joshua felt a little better hearing her say that she was fine. He felt confident enough to get closer to her by spooning. She felt the warmth of his body, warmth she’d relished ten minutes earlier. She was now repulsed by it.

 Joshua replied, “Just asking.” He slowly slid his hand down her smooth toned side and curvaceous hip until it reached her mound. The closely cropped hairs felt like silk to him, and he felt his nature beginning to rise for round two.

She rolled onto her stomach, and Joshua admired her beautiful shapely ass. She was then on all fours, and Joshua was behind her. He stroked himself, growing larger by the second and was about to enter her when she cooed, “No, baby. No sex without protection.”

She lay on her stomach so she could reach to the floor for her purse. She felt the wooden handle, gripped it and then removed the ice pick. Joshua didn’t notice. Why would he? He was so drunk by her intoxicating sex that he wasn’t focused on what was happening around him. That is until he felt the first slash. An ice pick was made for stabbing, but it broke the skin deep enough to cut through Joshua’s brown skin and cause bleeding. He was so shocked that he couldn’t scream as he stared at his chest that was leaking blood. She jumped from the bed. Cat quick is the best way to describe how she moved. A little of Joshua’s blood was on her arm.

“You fucking bitch,” he yelled as he came to the realization of what was happening to him.

Vanessa could hear the panic in his voice and smiled as she thought about the past. Slowly, yet confidently, she walked around the bed as she waited for Joshua’s next move. She then thought about how his wound was superficial and if he wasn’t so much of a pussy, he would have tried his best to fight. She decided to wound him badly so he couldn’t put up much of a fight. With one hard downward stroke, the six-inch ice pick penetrated deeply into his trapezoid muscle. His shoulder burned from the slim stainless steel that permeated his flesh. She immediately pulled it out and quickly stabbed him a few more times until he collapsed on the bed grabbing frantically at his wounds.

Joshua moaned—howled like an animal in the wilderness that was being done in by a predator that was higher on the food chain. Vanessa was that predator, naked and bloody from the surprise attack on her prey.

The light from the candles flickered in the room, and she deemed it the perfect lighting as if this were a movie. She walked to the other side of the bed and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She paused to admire herself. Even in the heat of the moment she gave herself a once over and her bloodstained body made her feel stronger. The anger toward Joshua was finally being released like a plague. A couple drops of blood dripped from the tip of the ice pick that she clutched tightly in her hand, and fell to the thick neutral carpet. She glanced at the stain and was careful not to walk in it as she took her steps. She didn’t want to leave a footprint for the police. She glanced at the sniveling man who was clutching at his wounds. She slowly walked toward him.

He asked, “What the fuck is this about, money?”

She glared at him, and her head tilted. A smirk of pity overcame her face. Pity that a man who she remembered to be cocky was actually a punk with no fight. She’d expected more, and he’d disappointed her. Nevertheless, a job had to be done.

She asked, “You don’t remember me, do you?”

Damn near in shock, he blurted, “What the fuck is there to remember?” He grunted, “I just met you about month ago, bitch!”

She got closer to him, close enough to whisper in his ear. She was about to speak but waited as she enjoyed the sound of his heavy breathing. She gripped the ice pick even tighter and relished the sight of the bloodstained satin sheets. “You remember when you—”

“Bitch!” Joshua barked as he swung.

Vanessa had gotten careless. Joshua had played Possum. He wasn’t a pussy after all. His right fist connected with her ear, and it rang loudly. She lay crumpled on the floor, and Joshua eased off the mattress. He stood over her. “Bitch, I’m going to kill you!”

She was still balled up on the floor in the fetal position when she moaned, “No, please!”

He yelled, “Fuck you!” and grabbed her by her jet-black mane. His shoulder and arm were burning from the stab wounds, and he drew his arm back. With his fist clenched, he thrust it forward, straight for her face. She immediately uncoiled from her fetal position like a rattlesnake, but she gave no warning like the venomous reptile does. With the ice pick still clutched in her hand, she shoved it toward the oncoming fist. It slid right onto the point, and the pick made its way through his fist into his wrist. Blood shot everywhere.

Joshua screamed, and she jumped to her feet. There was no time to toy with her prey, like a mother cat does with a wounded mouse to teach her kittens how to hunt. He had decided that he wanted to fight back, so it was in her best interest to just get the job done. She pulled the ice pick from his fist, and he fell back onto the bed. He slid down and was sitting on the floor with his back against the mattress. He held his wrist tightly and blood was everywhere, oozing from several body parts. He was whimpering. His dominant hand was of no use to him, and he could see the fire in her eyes.