5-Star Stripper
Beauty kills
A/N: Hello everyone. So this will be another story I think I will start working on on my new iPod. I'm not sure if I want to continue this yet but I will give you the first chapter and then you tell me what you think because like I said, I'm not sure if I want to continue this or not. This is my first detective story so if there are things that are wrong I'm truly sorry because I'm not an expert lol. But anyways, please do not steal because that will make me really sad :( enjoy! :)"Wanna come back to my place?" An older man, maybe in his early thirties places his hand around my waist. I grin devilishly "I would love too" I end with a wink. "Let me go grab my bag" I whisper in his ear as I pull away. Walking away, I turn to look at him. He's a very handsome man, his tie undone as it hangs around his neck. He seems to be a man who works in a big business and is trying to relax for the rest of the night.
Sadly this will be his last night. I grin to the thought as I walk into my dressing room. I'm a stripper here at club lava. But tonight I'm only waitressing. The man who I'm about to go home with isn't a regular. So he's an easy target. You may ask what I'm going to do. Well you'll find out very soon.
Now that I've collected my things I put it over my shoulder and lock the door behind me "Goodnight beauty" candy calls from down the hall. Candy is one of the other strippers here. I wave to her "goodnight" beauty is my stripper name. Of course Jose gave it to me (my boss) he says its my code name when I'm here. Of course its because of my strong personality, sexy body and beautiful features. I know I'm drop dead gorgeous. That's why almost all men try getting in my pants. Sadly spending one night with me will be your last.
"You ready to go beauty?" The older man calls. Of course it's what everyone calls me because its all they know. No one knows my real name. I like it that way. "Mhm" I give an innocent smile, letting him believe that I'm the sweetest thing ever. We walk towards the entrance, pushing the door open he smiles "ladies first" his hand motions for me to walk out. I nod in appreciation, my heels click on the concrete as we head towards his car.
"Do you want anything to eat before we go to my place?" He smiles nicely, his teeth looking decent "no I'm fine thank you, I just wanna go" we share glances as he starts the car. My hand wanders on his leg, palming him slightly before moving to his crotch doing the same action. He gulps nervously as I continue. Adjusting himself in the seat "You horny sweetheart?" He asks, a devilish grin on his mouth.
I nod as an impatient breath leaves my mouth. "We're almost there" his hand falls over mine as he palms my hand that is still placed over his groin. I lick my lips, visible to his eyes.
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Hopping out of the car we quickly head up the steps of a gorgeous duplex. He fiddles with his keys frantically as he tries to open the door. Pushing it open we usher inside. Once the door slams shut his hands are instantly on my body, pulling me closer and kissing my mouth. I oblige, running my fingers through his feathery hair. "Tell me your name" he asks, pulling away from my mouth. We both stop "Why do you wanna know?" I whisper "So I can scream it while I'm fucking you" he grins.
"It's beauty" I lie "No way" he says in an exasperated way. I nod lying to him once more. I can't tell him my real name. Like I said, you'll know why soon. Nodding, he leans back into me pulling me in for a kiss. Smiling into the kiss I say " let's go upstairs" his brows raise in satisfaction "Alright"
Allowing me to walk upstairs, my heels begin to clack again. He follows behind me; as we walk up I feel a pinch to my behind. I almost smack him for touching me inappropriately but instead I keep my cool and smile down at him. Making it to the top of the steps a room is ahead of us. It looks like an office or a study of some kind.
Seeing that that kind of life was never my kind of thing I admire it a little bit. If I went off to college or did something more with my life maybe I wouldn't be where I am today. the study looks nice actually, beautiful wooden floors with a nice red carpet that looks nice with the desk. I must have wandered off a little too long because I'm snapped out of it "Beauty?"
Quickly turning around I attach my mouth to his. Smothering my tongue into his. Our make out session continues down the hallway. He guides us as we stop in front of a door. His hand opens the the door with one twist; he pushes me inside, laying me on the bed.
His arms are around me and mine do the same. "Wait" I say, lightly pushing him off me. "What is it?" He asks, sitting straight up; confusion all over his face. "I'm sorry, I just need to run to the bathroom real quick" I shyly smile, hoping he understands. He smiles cockily "Alright" he stands up "Ill show you where it is" he grabs my hand. Guiding me down the hall, not far from his room.
"I'll be in my room" he adds, pointing in the direction we just came. "Okay" I say softly beginning to close the door. "Wait" his hand stops me from shutting it all the way. I wait for him to continue "Do you want rope or the handcuffs?" I force myself not to scowl at his disgusting question but I answer back nicely "You choose" I wink at him then slam the door shut.
What a creep! I scream in my mind. I've done this multiple times before but never someone that's into s&m. I shake off my heeby Jeebys and go to the mirror. I frizzle up my hair a little bit and begin to unzip my dress. Letting it fall to the floor it pools at my feet. My black garter belt sits nicely around my waist. Reaching into my bag I pull out my thigh highs. Slipping them on I clip them into place.
Adjusting my bra, I make sure my bosoms look nice in the black fabric. I stare into the mirror for a moment, admiring myself and thinking how I want this misconception to happen. Huffing a breath I reach into my bag. Grabbing the heavy metal object. My mm pistol is locked and loaded, grabbing the long chute that connects to it I twist it on. The silencer is what helps me do all the dirty work.
Now that my weapon is ready for action I click the safety off. I check myself in the mirror one last time before I slip my stockinged feet into my black heels I wore here. I look irresistible as I make my way out of the bathroom. Carrying the gun in my right hand I keep it behind me so no one will see.
I knock on the door lightly, letting him know that I'm coming in. I know it's sad that I'm going to kill him but it what's I do. And it's what men deserve. Stepping inside, he lays on the bed holding a pair of handcuffs. He spins them around on his fingers as he looks at me with desire and lust. I smile, taking a step closer to his bed "You ready slut?" He bites his lip. Oh he's a sweet talker too.
"No" I say sternly before raising the gun, pointing it right between his eyes. This to me is the funniest part about the whole job. First, there expression turns to fear and then terrified fear because they know they won't get out of this alive. I've never let any guy go. If you take me home it'll be the last thing you'll ever do. Literally.
"Wait please" he begins to beg. I lean on my left foot waiting for him to continue "Please don't shoot me, What do you want money? I'll give you money and..-SHUT UP!" I yell, he does what I say. "You're a sick fuck!" I scream before pulling the trigger. The familiar sound of the silencer shooting through as it hits where I directed it too. Right between the eyes.
All to hear now is dead silence. There's no noise, it feels great to know that the idiot isn't talking anymore. A hole is in his forehead, blood is sprayed on the headboard and wall. A dark red begins to seep through the pillows and blankets.
Shoving the gun in my side I begin to search the floor for his clothes. Finding his jeans on the floor I check the pockets for anything. Pulling out his wallet, I search through it. Finding a whopping $600 dollars I stuff it in my bra. Before putting it back I check his ID, Peter Douglas. What a stupid name. I snicker as I throw it to the side.
Going to his dresser I open the top drawer, all sorts of watches and ties sit neatly. Grabbing the first watch I see I check it out to see if it could be worth anything. Luckily it's a Rolex so it's definitely worth something. Slamming the drawer shut I head back to the bathroom.
Grabbing my dress I slip it back on, I throw my now used gun bak into my bag and open the cupboards underneath the sink. Just what I need sits right in front of my face. Grabbing a white wash cloth I run back into the bedroom. Wiping everything I may have touched, including the door and dresser. Putting the wash cloth in my bag I bend down to look at the bed.
Searching the part where I had laid down once, I look with a keen eye trying to see if any of my hair was left behind. And if I didn't see this now then the police would have caught me and I would have been in jail a while ago. Two long strands of my hair lay up near where my head was, pulling them off the bed I stick them inside my purse as well, snuggling them inside the wash cloth.
Heading out of the bedroom I walk into the bathroom for one last time. I've been doing this for quite some time now. I know the police are trying to catch me but sadly they haven't gotten anywheres close to catching me. Pulling out my lipstick I bend closer to the mirror. Opening my mouth I put the red lipstick on. Popping my lips a couple times to make sure it's in all the right places.
Turning the lipstick a bit so more of it shows I begin to write on the big mirror. This is my signature, after every man I kill I write my final piece of evidence "Beauty Kills"
Sadly this will be his last night. I grin to the thought as I walk into my dressing room. I'm a stripper here at club lava. But tonight I'm only waitressing. The man who I'm about to go home with isn't a regular. So he's an easy target. You may ask what I'm going to do. Well you'll find out very soon.
Now that I've collected my things I put it over my shoulder and lock the door behind me "Goodnight beauty" candy calls from down the hall. Candy is one of the other strippers here. I wave to her "goodnight" beauty is my stripper name. Of course Jose gave it to me (my boss) he says its my code name when I'm here. Of course its because of my strong personality, sexy body and beautiful features. I know I'm drop dead gorgeous. That's why almost all men try getting in my pants. Sadly spending one night with me will be your last.
"You ready to go beauty?" The older man calls. Of course it's what everyone calls me because its all they know. No one knows my real name. I like it that way. "Mhm" I give an innocent smile, letting him believe that I'm the sweetest thing ever. We walk towards the entrance, pushing the door open he smiles "ladies first" his hand motions for me to walk out. I nod in appreciation, my heels click on the concrete as we head towards his car.
"Do you want anything to eat before we go to my place?" He smiles nicely, his teeth looking decent "no I'm fine thank you, I just wanna go" we share glances as he starts the car. My hand wanders on his leg, palming him slightly before moving to his crotch doing the same action. He gulps nervously as I continue. Adjusting himself in the seat "You horny sweetheart?" He asks, a devilish grin on his mouth.
I nod as an impatient breath leaves my mouth. "We're almost there" his hand falls over mine as he palms my hand that is still placed over his groin. I lick my lips, visible to his eyes.
~~~
Hopping out of the car we quickly head up the steps of a gorgeous duplex. He fiddles with his keys frantically as he tries to open the door. Pushing it open we usher inside. Once the door slams shut his hands are instantly on my body, pulling me closer and kissing my mouth. I oblige, running my fingers through his feathery hair. "Tell me your name" he asks, pulling away from my mouth. We both stop "Why do you wanna know?" I whisper "So I can scream it while I'm fucking you" he grins.
"It's beauty" I lie "No way" he says in an exasperated way. I nod lying to him once more. I can't tell him my real name. Like I said, you'll know why soon. Nodding, he leans back into me pulling me in for a kiss. Smiling into the kiss I say " let's go upstairs" his brows raise in satisfaction "Alright"
Allowing me to walk upstairs, my heels begin to clack again. He follows behind me; as we walk up I feel a pinch to my behind. I almost smack him for touching me inappropriately but instead I keep my cool and smile down at him. Making it to the top of the steps a room is ahead of us. It looks like an office or a study of some kind.
Seeing that that kind of life was never my kind of thing I admire it a little bit. If I went off to college or did something more with my life maybe I wouldn't be where I am today. the study looks nice actually, beautiful wooden floors with a nice red carpet that looks nice with the desk. I must have wandered off a little too long because I'm snapped out of it "Beauty?"
Quickly turning around I attach my mouth to his. Smothering my tongue into his. Our make out session continues down the hallway. He guides us as we stop in front of a door. His hand opens the the door with one twist; he pushes me inside, laying me on the bed.
His arms are around me and mine do the same. "Wait" I say, lightly pushing him off me. "What is it?" He asks, sitting straight up; confusion all over his face. "I'm sorry, I just need to run to the bathroom real quick" I shyly smile, hoping he understands. He smiles cockily "Alright" he stands up "Ill show you where it is" he grabs my hand. Guiding me down the hall, not far from his room.
"I'll be in my room" he adds, pointing in the direction we just came. "Okay" I say softly beginning to close the door. "Wait" his hand stops me from shutting it all the way. I wait for him to continue "Do you want rope or the handcuffs?" I force myself not to scowl at his disgusting question but I answer back nicely "You choose" I wink at him then slam the door shut.
What a creep! I scream in my mind. I've done this multiple times before but never someone that's into s&m. I shake off my heeby Jeebys and go to the mirror. I frizzle up my hair a little bit and begin to unzip my dress. Letting it fall to the floor it pools at my feet. My black garter belt sits nicely around my waist. Reaching into my bag I pull out my thigh highs. Slipping them on I clip them into place.
Adjusting my bra, I make sure my bosoms look nice in the black fabric. I stare into the mirror for a moment, admiring myself and thinking how I want this misconception to happen. Huffing a breath I reach into my bag. Grabbing the heavy metal object. My mm pistol is locked and loaded, grabbing the long chute that connects to it I twist it on. The silencer is what helps me do all the dirty work.
Now that my weapon is ready for action I click the safety off. I check myself in the mirror one last time before I slip my stockinged feet into my black heels I wore here. I look irresistible as I make my way out of the bathroom. Carrying the gun in my right hand I keep it behind me so no one will see.
I knock on the door lightly, letting him know that I'm coming in. I know it's sad that I'm going to kill him but it what's I do. And it's what men deserve. Stepping inside, he lays on the bed holding a pair of handcuffs. He spins them around on his fingers as he looks at me with desire and lust. I smile, taking a step closer to his bed "You ready slut?" He bites his lip. Oh he's a sweet talker too.
"No" I say sternly before raising the gun, pointing it right between his eyes. This to me is the funniest part about the whole job. First, there expression turns to fear and then terrified fear because they know they won't get out of this alive. I've never let any guy go. If you take me home it'll be the last thing you'll ever do. Literally.
"Wait please" he begins to beg. I lean on my left foot waiting for him to continue "Please don't shoot me, What do you want money? I'll give you money and..-SHUT UP!" I yell, he does what I say. "You're a sick fuck!" I scream before pulling the trigger. The familiar sound of the silencer shooting through as it hits where I directed it too. Right between the eyes.
All to hear now is dead silence. There's no noise, it feels great to know that the idiot isn't talking anymore. A hole is in his forehead, blood is sprayed on the headboard and wall. A dark red begins to seep through the pillows and blankets.
Shoving the gun in my side I begin to search the floor for his clothes. Finding his jeans on the floor I check the pockets for anything. Pulling out his wallet, I search through it. Finding a whopping $600 dollars I stuff it in my bra. Before putting it back I check his ID, Peter Douglas. What a stupid name. I snicker as I throw it to the side.
Going to his dresser I open the top drawer, all sorts of watches and ties sit neatly. Grabbing the first watch I see I check it out to see if it could be worth anything. Luckily it's a Rolex so it's definitely worth something. Slamming the drawer shut I head back to the bathroom.
Grabbing my dress I slip it back on, I throw my now used gun bak into my bag and open the cupboards underneath the sink. Just what I need sits right in front of my face. Grabbing a white wash cloth I run back into the bedroom. Wiping everything I may have touched, including the door and dresser. Putting the wash cloth in my bag I bend down to look at the bed.
Searching the part where I had laid down once, I look with a keen eye trying to see if any of my hair was left behind. And if I didn't see this now then the police would have caught me and I would have been in jail a while ago. Two long strands of my hair lay up near where my head was, pulling them off the bed I stick them inside my purse as well, snuggling them inside the wash cloth.
Heading out of the bedroom I walk into the bathroom for one last time. I've been doing this for quite some time now. I know the police are trying to catch me but sadly they haven't gotten anywheres close to catching me. Pulling out my lipstick I bend closer to the mirror. Opening my mouth I put the red lipstick on. Popping my lips a couple times to make sure it's in all the right places.
Turning the lipstick a bit so more of it shows I begin to write on the big mirror. This is my signature, after every man I kill I write my final piece of evidence "Beauty Kills"
Notes
Sorry this isn't spaced out. my computer isn't cooperating with me. I will fix this when i can.
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