The Immoral Ones- a Sinister Set

by Yolanda Olson

  I don’t wait for him to answer. Instead, I reach down and grip the hem of my cut off, pull it over my head and toss it to the empty spot that I had been sitting on. My tits bounce out and I press them against him, gently grinding my hips into him.

  “Don’t be shy, baby,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against his and biting his bottom lip. “I need you tonight.”

  And I do.

  Just not in the way he’s probably thinking.

  Enoch gently lifts me off his lap, lays me down on the couch next to him, and reaches his hands underneath my skirt. He pushes the fabric aside and slides a finger into me roughly, grinning when I arch my back and let out a moan.

  Not that I can be heard over the thumping music. Not that either of us fucking care.

  He moves his hand quickly, fucking me with earnest as my body shivers and my core reacts to the feeling. Enoch slides another finger in and uses his thumb to rub my clit.

  He wants me to come.

  In front of every one here—under the glow lights and electric drinks, he wants everyone to know that I belong to him alone.

  My eyes roll to the back of my head in sheer bliss as my lover continues the euphoric assault with his fingers. When I open them again, I turn my head to the right and see that we’ve started to attract a crowd.

  I reach up and squeeze my breasts as I scan the crowd, my precipice coming quickly, and when I lock eyes with one of the most beautiful young girls I’ve ever seen, I come.

  It has nothing to do with Enoch in this moment and everything to do with the stunning pair of chocolate brown eyes watching us in curious excitement.

  Somehow, I’d have to get her to come home with us tonight.

  Chapter 5

  It’s half past one in the morning when the three of us stumble back into my home. I’ve learned her name is Casey and that this will be her first sexual experience.

  Enoch promises to be gentle and I promise nothing.

  “Do you want something to drink, Casey?” I ask her politely as I begin the meticulous task of locking my door.

  “No thank you, ma’am. I don’t drink,” she says with a giggle.

  Eyes and a liver.

  I wonder how her kidneys are.

  I turn to face them and smirk when I see Enoch heading into the kitchen with Casey following closely behind. I walk into the room after a few moments and take in the scene.

  Enoch is leaning against the counter, his fingers drumming along the door just below it, and Casey is standing nervously across from him near the stove.

  I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms.

  He’s eyeing her like a predator ready to devour his meal and she looks like a prey not knowing how to escape the trap she’s found herself in.

  “Do either of you want something to snack on?” I pipe up as I make my way toward the fridge.

  “I’ll give you something to snack on,” Enoch says salaciously as he comes over and grips my hips. He presses his body against mine and I glance up at him over my shoulder with a grin.

  “We have a guest. Play nice,” I tease him.

  He rolls his eyes, blows out his breath, and releases his hold on me as he walks over toward Casey.

  I stand up, rest an arm on the refrigerator door and watch as she takes an involuntary step backwards.

  Enoch smiles and moves closer still until she’s pressed up completely against the stove. He runs a hand down her small arm and glances in my direction.

  “Wanna watch?” he asks me in a thick voice.

  “Obviously,” I reply with a laugh. “Just don’t go further than you need to.”

  He nods because he understands my warning. I don’t mind if his fingers find themselves in holes that don’t belong to me, but his dick is mine, and I’ll cut it the fuck off if he puts it inside someone else.

  “Come on,” he says to Casey as he takes her hand and leads her into the living room. Bottle of water in hand, I unscrew the cap and toss it onto the kitchen counter before I follow along and lean against the door frame.

  Enoch tells her to lie down, then begins to undo the buttons on her high-waisted jeans. She looks over at me nervously as he grips her jeans and pulls them off, tossing them to the carpet.

  I put the plastic bottle to my lips and take a drink.

  She turns her eyes back to Enoch when he begins to rub the seam of the cotton white panties she’s wearing, staring her in those perfect eyes and smiling when she grips his arm.

  His hands are fucking magic and I know exactly what she’s feeling right now because Enoch was my first too.

  She lets out a choked gasp when he pushes the fabric aside and lowers his face to her core. I watch as he gently begins to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue and do my best not to throw the bottle of water at him.

  It’s not his cock, I remind myself as the jealousy begins to swell inside of me. He’s allowed to do this once in a while.

  When he grunts and rips her panties from her body, I force myself to focus on the scene in front of me. He begins to lick and suck on her clit, using the tip of his finger to tease her opening.

  She sounds like a dying horse with each strangled moan she lets out and I’m surprised that it hasn’t made him stop yet.

  But men’s desires aren’t so easily swayed and Enoch loves fresh pussy. He has a thing for being a “first” and I let him play from time to time.

  It’s my way of apologizing for being gone for the most part, and he’s promised me that when I move in with him, it’ll end because he won’t have the need to get his fix if I’m in his bed each and every night.

  Enoch is a liar, but I accept his love and do my best to love him back. I’m just impervious to the virus as it stands and I fake it as best as I can.

  He pulls his mouth away from her cunt and looks over at me, holding a hand out. I raise an eyebrow as I walk over because I’ve never been asked to join in before.

  Only watch.

  Good girls watch; harlots join in.

  That was what he told me once.

  I take his hand and allow him to pull me to my knees. I understand now; he doesn’t want me to touch her with him, he wants me to service him while he continues.

  I unzip his jeans, sneak a hand into the fly of his boxers and pull his engorged dick free. Pushing the stray hair behind my ears, I give his length a gentle stroke, my thumb pressing down against the vein that’s throbbing and he lets out a blissful sigh.

  “Come on, baby,” he begs me.

  I look up at him, smile, and lick the head of his cock. He closes his eyes as he leans his head back against the couch for a moment, before he lowers his face again toward Casey’s wet pussy.

  I take his cock into my mouth.

  I do my duty as his lover and move my mouth up and down the length of his shaft, my hand following, my tongue swirling, and teeth gently grazing.

  I can hear him licking her; sucking her clit and lapping up her juices. Then I hear her let out another loud gasp, a grunt of pain, and without having to look, I know that he’s slipped his fingers into her and claimed her innocence.

  I continue my duty and don’t stop sucking Enoch’s cock until he places his free hand on the back of my head and grips my hair. He gives me a gentle push away as he grins at me, gets to his knees, and tugs on his dick rapidly until he shoots his cum onto her bloody, wet opening.

  Enoch’s done with Casey.

  And now, it’s time for me to begin.

  Chapter 6

  "I love you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine. “You’re my girl, you know that, don’t you?”

  We’re by the front door, my arms wrapped around his waist, as he holds my face in his hands. Enoch is always so damn affectionate after any kind of sexual contact and it makes me wonder how someone that’s as manly as he is can be so fucking infected.

  “I know, Enoch. And you’re my guy,” I assure him, leaning forward and gently pressing my lips against his.

  “Do you love me, baby?�
� he asks, pulling away from me and looking soulfully into my eyes.

  “Yes.”

  “Then say it,” he commands me in a gentle tone.

  I clear my throat, swallow hard, and force a smile onto my face.

  “I love you, Enoch.”

  A grin appears on his face as he kisses my forehead, “I know.”

  I laugh and land a playful, soft punch to his stomach. He reaches forward and squeezes my ass as he looks into my eyes for a moment.

  “You gonna be okay tonight?”

  I nod.

  I always am.

  “Here,” he says, as he uses a hand to dig into his pocket. He produces two twenty-dollar bills and presses them into my hands. “Send that bitch home as soon as you get sick of her.”

  I nod again.

  Enoch grins.

  But as he starts to walk away, a sudden thought crosses my mind.

  “Hey,” I call out, stepping into the hallway.

  “What’s up, babe?” he asks, glancing at me.

  “Does this make me a harlot?”

  He lets out a laugh and shakes his head. “No. It makes you fucking amazing.”

  And with that he turns on his heel and disappears down the hallway toward the elevator.

  Now, I’m alone with Casey.

  Now, it’s time to get to work.

  I walk back into the living room after I’ve locked us into my home. Casey is smiling at me lazily, rubbing her clit clumsily as I approach and I roll my eyes.

  I reach down, grab a fistful of her hair, and yank her onto the carpet. Before she has a chance to react, to defend herself, I straddle her and reach under the coffee table.

  The sound of tape breaking and the look in her eyes—the eyes I desperately need—I finally feel myself becoming wet again.

  There’s a sexual gratification in what I do, but I don’t ever take advantage of my subjects.

  I grip the dark wooden handle of my hunting knife and with lightning precision, draw the sharp blade across the flesh of her throat. She reaches up instantly and attempts to stop the bleeding with her hands, but she doesn’t seem to understand that by putting pressure on the wound I just inflicted will only make her bleed out faster.

  And that’s perfectly fine by me because it means I’ll be able to go to sleep sooner than I thought.

  I place the blade on the table, then reach down and press my hands firmly against her chest. She wants to live, but she’s not willing to fight for it, and I can thank Enoch for rendering her useless before leaving.

  Maybe I’ll let him fuck my ass like he’s been begging, I muse as I continue to apply pressure on Casey’s chest.

  More gurgling, but less struggling and I know she’ll be gone soon.

  “Wasn’t what you thought it would be, was it?” I ask her in amusement as I watch the light starting to go out in her eyes.

  I let out a sigh as I apply more pressure, but I know that I have to be careful. If I can harvest her lungs with her liver and eyes, then it’ll make the fulfillment of this order much simpler.

  “Fucking finally,” I say under my breath as I get to my feet. Casey’s dead and I know it because that thousand yard stare has settled.

  “Come on,” I tell her as I reach down and grab her wrists. I drag her down the hallway toward my spare room which I keep sterilized and ready for work. I leave her body just outside the locked door as I head into my bedroom and change into my work clothes; a pair of old, bloodstained sweatpants, and a crimson, fitted graphic tee.

  Once I’m dressed properly, I slip my feet into a pair of “psych ward socks” as Enoch calls them, then head back into the hallway. I turn the doorknob, three times to the right, then once to the left and listen for the click to tell me that’s unlocked.

  That’s when I reach for Casey again and drag her into the cool room.

  I pick her body up and place her on the cold, metal table next to my tools, then go to the sink and begin to scrub my hands up to the elbows. When that part is done, I pull on a pair of surgical gloves then get to work.

  Eyes are always easiest to harvest.

  I use a small squeeze handle portion scoop to burrow my way gently in, then pry the eye loose.

  It keeps them from getting damaged and when I finally have the first one out, I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm, and use a pair of cuticle scissors to cut the nerve endings free.

  One down, one to go.

  I secure the right eye in a small container packed with ice and place it gently back on the table before I move to the other side of the table and repeat the theft.

  Because what I do is stealing; I just happen to get paid well for it and I never steal from anyone that doesn’t come willingly.

  Not like they’ll need much of anything anymore after I’m done with them.

  I gently open her eye as wide as it will go, and line up the side of the scoop with the edge of the pricey globe, digging in slowly, meticulously, careful not to scratch or tear anything in the least.

  Once I’m in, I squeeze down on the handle again, pry the eye out, and snip the nerves.

  That’s two, I think with satisfaction as I place the second eye in the container and roll my neck on my shoulders.

  I glance up at the clock on the wall and sigh. I have no time to rest for even the slightest of moments because I have to get all of the organs packed up and ready for shipment as soon as possible.

  The deadline I gave myself is noon tomorrow provided I could find someone suitable enough to give me all the parts I needed, and I think Casey just might be the one.

  I look at my tools, grab my scalpel and pull myself up onto the table. I crouch over Casey as I pull her shirt up to her chin, then press a hand firmly to her sternum, and begin to slice through her skin. Because this is one of the sharpest of my tools, it’s easy to make the incision in her skin that I need and rip her down to her belly in no time.

  Once she’s split open, I reach for a pair of pliers and begin the arduous task of opening her ribs, careful not to puncture the lungs.

  It’s going to be a long fucking night.

  Chapter 7

  I cover my mouth with my hand as I yawn loudly. I’m done harvesting Casey, and I got almost everything I needed from her.

  I’m just missing a heart now.

  I don’t know if she knew it but she had heart disease which I was able to easily spy by the small fatty deposits gathering in clusters on the outside of the muscle.

  It’s okay, I tell myself tiredly, you’ll find one before the week is over.

  I drop onto my bed in my work clothes, not caring much that I’m soaked through with sweat and still chilly from being in the room and pull the blanket up to my chin.

  I close my eyes and fall into a dreamless sleep.

  “Goddammit.”

  I’m jostled out of my sleep by a car horn blaring outside my window, and I let out an irritated groan. With the amount of car thefts in this fucking neighborhood, I’m surprised that people still decide that owning a car is a good idea.

  I press my pillow firmly against my ear as I turn on my side, back to the window, and hoping that the car either gets stolen or someone shuts the goddamn alarm off soon.

  After another five minutes of the horn blaring, I give up on sleep and roll out of my bed. I guess I should eat something because I can’t recall eating the day before and that’s a problem I have that I know I need to work on.

  Enoch hates it and is constantly filling my refrigerator with food to keep me well-fed. I think he assumes that I’m too poor to keep my fridge stocked, but the truth is that I use most of my earnings on new tool kits, a better website, and since I’ve been thinking of retiring, multiple properties in obscure places and the purchasing of numerous identities for when the time comes to disappear.

  I’ve purchased new identities for Enoch too because I really can’t imagine my life without him.

  I walk to the kitchen, scratching my head tiredly, when I hear a soft tappi
ng at my front door.

  Now what? I wonder irritably.

  “Who is it?” I call out.

  “Me.”

  Two days in a row? I guess it’s my lucky week, I think as I head to the door, undo the locks, and pull it open.

  Enoch is resting his hands on either side of the door frame, looking down at me with a salacious grin that falters slightly when he sees how I’m dressed.

  “You okay?” he asks curiously.

  I look down and laugh, “I’m fine. These pants are old and comfortable so I like to sleep in them when you’re not here.”

  He accepts my lie as he takes a step inside and digs his hands into his pockets.

  “What happened over there?” he asks, nodding toward the living room carpet.

  Fuck.

  “I spilled some wine,” I tell him quickly.

  Enoch looks at me, his grin returning as he wiggles his eyebrows, “Busy last night then, eh?”

  I giggle and shake my head as he reaches forward to collect me in his strong arms. A kiss on my neck, then to my lips, grazing gently as he presses himself against me.

  The standard Enoch greeting.

  “What brings you back for the second day in a row?” I ask him curiously after he lets me go.

  “I guess I missed you.”

  I glance at him as I turn the dial on the stove and raise an eyebrow. The virus was becoming much stronger it seemed and I wondered how far it would go before it consumed him wholly.

  “It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours,” I reply with a laugh.

  He shrugs as I reach into the cupboard and pull out a small pot. I walk over to the sink and fill it with water, before returning to the stove and placing it on the now red-hot coils and place a small lid on it.

  “I hate leaving without you, Len. You know that,” he grumbles.

  I let out a sigh as I cross my arms loosely over my chest. “I know, Enoch, and I promise I’ll have an answer for you soon, okay?”

  He scuffs his foot against the linoleum and grunts.

  Enoch Decker. Thirty years old, six foot three inches tall, well-built, as handsome as the devil himself, and needier than a sixteen year old slut.