"Well, I'm only going as far as Waco, but I almost killed you so I think, legally, I have to offer you a ride. You can use my cell phone from the car, get out of this rain."
"I wouldn't turn it down. That's for sure. Can I smoke in your car?" At the look on her face he held up his hands. "Sorry. Never mind. Cigs are probably waterlogged anyway." He paused a moment then shook his head and extended his hand. "Apparently I lost all my manners when I fell. Name's Arthur. Arthur Kemp."
She shook his hand. "Hannah. Hannah Keene. Pleased to meet you, Artie."
He started to correct her but stopped. Normally, he hated the nickname Artie, but the way she said it was nice. He began to think she might be special. Might be the one. It was a strange, random thought, but it was there.
They got in the car and Hannah picked up her cell phone. "Damn, no signal. I guess you're out of luck on the phone call. Probably have to wait until we get to Waco."
He shrugged. "Just my luck."
****
They drove slowly through the rain. The cabin was faintly illuminated in a wash of light as the headlights bounced. Arthur looked at this woman who had nearly killed him. She wasn't the type he'd normally go for, given the choice. She had very light hair. It was either white or very pale blond. Hard to see colours clearly in the dim, reflected light. He normally hated pixie haircuts, but on her, it looked great. It really suited her face. Her ears were almost but not quite pointed and her tiny button nose poked daintily out above robust, pouting lips that he couldn't wait to kiss.
Her wet blouse, either red or orange, clung lasciviously to her breasts. They weren't large but they were plump. He guessed she wore a 34B bra, when she wore a bra. The small rises of her nipples standing at attention beneath the wet fabric made her current lack of a bra quite obvious. His thumbs ached to caress the little nubs.
He caught himself. This was strange. He'd never had arousal come on him this acutely before and certainly not a mere six hours after his last coupling.
****
He'd been hitching just north of Houston. His round, smiling face and thick framed glasses combined with a nice haircut, t-shirt, and slacks presented a friendly appearance and he rarely had trouble getting a ride. People just trusted him. Especially women.
A car flashed past, a midnight blue Honda Accord. Looked like last year's model. Just the kind of car he liked to see. He had only gotten a glimpse of the driver, dark hair, sunglasses, a light coloured shirt. Brake lights came on and it began to slow, pulling toward the shoulder. Arthur ran toward it, a grateful smile splitting his face. He leaned into the passenger side window.
The driver was an attractive woman with long, curly black hair and a grey v-neck t-shirt. She had three bangle bracelets on her right wrist and a hemp bracelet on her left. Her blue jeans were tight and her legs were firm. She looked to be in her early thirties, maybe a well-maintained late thirties or early forties. Very much his type.
"How far you going?"
"Just up to Lufkin. I came down for a job interview in Houston, but my car broke down. Had to have AAA tow it to a mechanic, but the shop can't get to it until tomorrow. My brother will bring me down to pick it up when it's finished but he's at work now. I figured I'd see how far I could get walking and hitching. Worst case he'll come pick me up after he gets off work."
She slid her sunglasses down, appraising him. "What the hell. You don't look like a nut job. Hop in. I'm heading up to Longview. My sister's birthday is tomorrow and I'm gonna surprise her with a visit."
He slid into the passenger seat. "Thanks. There's a little diner on the south side of Lufkin. Stop there and I'll buy you a meal."
"I appreciate it, but I'm in kind of a rush to get to Longview."
"At least let me buy you a coffee."
"Deal."
They stopped at the Cotton Patch Café. Arthur bought them each a coffee and carried them over to the condiment stand. He turned to ask the woman, Darla, what she wanted in her coffee. As he did, he dropped the pills he'd previously palmed into her cup. "Sugar? Cream?"
"No, thanks. Black is fine. Where does your brother live?"
"Oh, just off 287, on Atkinson Drive."
She glanced at the directions on her phone. "287 is the route I'll be taking to Longview anyway, right?"
"Yup. It's the quickest route."
"Then I'll just drop you at your house."
"Well, I won't complain, but I could just hang out here until my brother's off work."
"Nah. Let's go. I want to get back on the road."
They got to the car and she slid in. He paused before sitting down. He patted his back pocket. "Damn. I left my wallet in there."
"No problem. I'll wait here." She lifted her coffee to her mouth, took a sip and grimaced. "Not the best coffee I've had, but it'll get me to Longview."
He walked back into the restaurant and turned into the rest rooms. He wanted to give the coffee and, more importantly, the Rohypnol, time to take effect. After about ten minutes he walked back out to the car and found Darla slumped at the wheel. He looked around, but no one was paying any attention. He pulled her out of the car and draped her arm around his shoulders. She woke up a little, not much, but enough to be able to walk a bit. He laid her in the back seat then got behind the wheel and drove away.
Man she'd been a good lay. He'd pulled off of TX-7 in a very secluded area and carried her off the road into the woods and waited for her to wake up. She'd been groggy still, but was functional, able to offer enough resistance to make it entertaining. He'd fucked all her holes. As usual, he'd worn a condom and latex gloves. He didn't want to leave any obvious evidence. She'd been tight in all the right ways. His orgasm had been so explosive he was afraid he might have blown the tip off the condom. He pulled a knife from his pocket and, as he came, he slit her throat. While he'd sprayed jizz in the rubber, she'd sprayed blood all over the surrounding trees.
****
There was a hand on his erection. He jumped a little, but Hannah gave it a slight squeeze. "Must have been some daydream." She laughed softly, deep in her throat, almost like a purr.
"Uh. Yeah. Sorry."
"No need to apologize. It's certainly not the first hard dick I've had in this car." She glanced sideways at him, a coquettish smile on her face. Obviously the double entendre was intentional.
Trying to change the subject, he asked, "So, Hannah, what do you do for a living?"
The smile broadened. "I'm the eternal student. I go to school at SFA in Nacogdoches. Been there several years, but haven't declared a major. Sometimes I think I might spend the rest of eternity in college."
"Wow. I hated school."
"I never said I liked school. I like the perks."
"Perks?"
"All the hot hunks running around campus. So many guys in the prime of their youth, hormones running rampant. It's like a smorgasbord for a girl like me."
He cleared his throat. "Oh? What kind of girl are you?"
She smiled, coyly.
As they drove into Waco, Hannah said, "This was my goal tonight. What are your plans?"
"I don't know. I guess I could use your phone to call AAA, but I'm not sure where I'd have them take the car."
She thought a moment. "Wanna go dutch on a hotel room? You can call in the morning when mechanics are open."
His mouth went dry and his penis stiffened a little. Talk about things falling in your lap. He smiled. "I don't know. I wouldn't want to presume."
She glanced around, checked her mirrors, they were alone on the road. They'd left the rain behind about an hour before, but everything still glistened wetly in the street lights. She pulled over next to the curb.
Arthur, startled at the manoeuvre, said, "What...?"
She leaned over and kissed him. Full on the mouth and very firm. He was startled at first then he kissed back. His hand moved up into her short hair. He grabbed a handful and yanked her head back. "You surprised me, but I'm in control. I'm always in control. Got it?"
/> She smiled. "I wondered when you'd come out to play." She held up a bottle marked Aleve.
His free hand shot to his pocket. The bottle, full of roofies, was gone. "How did...?"
"You won't be needing these tonight, lover." She spun from his grasp effortlessly and turned back to the steering wheel. She tossed the bottle in the back seat and started driving. He just watched her, stunned.
They stumbled into the hotel room, fumbling with each other's clothes and trying to maintain a kiss. Arthur's head was spinning. He wouldn't be able to kill her here in the hotel. Far too many connections back to himself. His fingerprints were surely in her car and the clerk had seen them together. Maybe he'd actually let her live. Hell, maybe she really was the one he could be with, the one who could quell his urges.
She pushed him back onto the bed. He growled. He'd have to really show her who was in charge. She unbuttoned her blouse quickly and let it drop to the floor. Her full, round breasts bobbed, the nubs of her nipples stood at attention in the middle of large areole just like he liked. He swallowed hard, pulling his own shirt off quickly. As he stripped his pants and boxers off in one quick motion, kicking his legs into the air to get them under his ass, she slid her jeans off. She wasn't wearing panties and her pubic hair was clean shaven.
My god! he thought. This girl might as well have been custom ordered for me.
She smiled at him. "Not exactly."
He froze. "What?"
"Not actually custom ordered, but I'm certainly what you want right now."
Had he said that out loud? No. He was sure he hadn't.
"No. You didn't say it out loud, but you broadcast it loudly enough to be read by anyone with any level of sensitivity within a quarter mile."
"What?" he asked again.
She moved forward, kneeling on the floor between his legs where they hung over the side of the bed. Her long, slightly pointed fingernails lightly raked up his thighs, and his dick, half erect before, leaped to attention. She smiled up at him, her blue eyes meeting and holding his green.
She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his knees as breath tickled the hairs on his scrotum and said, "You've been a bad, bad boy, Artie."
He started to object then her tongue flicked out, it seemed wrong somehow - too long. It shouldn't have reached his cock but it did, just touching the tender underside of the head. His objections and questions died in his throat, held on for a moment in his head, then died as she leaned farther forward, taking him in her mouth. Her nails reached up to trace light circles around his nipples.
The sex was unlike anything he'd experienced before. First, he wasn't in control. He was the opposite of "in control". Even when he tried to take control he realized he was just playing into her game. She dominated him, not in a physical, BDSM way, but domination is the only word which fit. He lay on the bed, sweaty and spent, while she lay beside him, idly stroking her pussy.
"That was pretty good. Not earth shattering, but better than I expected. A lot of potential." Her free hand slid to his flaccid member.
He groaned. "No way."
"Yes way."
She did something. He had never felt anything like it before and would have said it was impossible, but suddenly he was hard again. Hard and filled with lust. He rolled over onto her and they went at it again.
This time she talked. Any other time, any other woman, he would have been pissed. He would have lost his erection and flopped out of her, then he'd have hit her, maybe more. Her talk, though, seemed to excite him even more. The most amazing part, what made it really surreal for him, was the topic. It wasn't dirty talk at all. It was...
"Earlier, you thought I was your perfect woman. I'm not. Think about it. Your ideal woman has dark hair, preferably long and thick. She's older with larger breasts than mine, preferably natural, but you're not that picky. You do like a shaved snatch but, really, that's about the only thing I've got physically that turns you on. In fact, Darla was far closer to your ideal."
He jerked a little at the mention of Darla's name, but his confusion and fear evaporated like smoke in front of a fan. His head swam. Her voice was deep and sultry, the pacing hypnotic. He slammed into her, his passion building, but a part of his mind was screaming, this is insane!
She continued, "You think I'm your ideal woman right now because you can't think anything else. You're a bad man, Artie. You're a cruel, murdering bastard."
He opened his mouth, she reached up and covered it. Her breasts flowed and jiggled in time with his thrusts, the nipples drew circles in the air, mesmerizing him.
"I know for the same reason you think I'm just about the hottest fucking woman you've ever seen. You're a vile man, Artie, but I'm pure evil.
"Have you ever heard of a succubus?"
****
Four hours later it was done. Hannah was sated, replenished, nourished. The husk that had been Arthur William Kemp lay on the bed. His body was thin and emaciated. His hair, auburn with the first signs of gray creeping into it when they'd entered the room, was now white, brittle and thin. The hair of an old man. His eyes were sunken, but as they always did, he had a smile on his face.
Hannah buttoned her blouse, pulled up her jeans, sat on the bed next to Arthur and pulled her shoes on. She left Darla's purse on the floor next to the bed. Over the next few days Darla's car would be found, then her body. Arthur would be found with Darla's purse and connections would be made. They wouldn't ever figure out what had really happened, but at least Darla's family would have some closure. Even demons could be compassionate.
As far as the hotel clerk would remember, Arthur had come in alone. His death would be chalked up to natural causes. Specifically, he had a stroke. The aging of his body would be a mystery but there would be no evidence or witnesses to indicate foul play. Succubi didn't leave fingerprints or have DNA. Even her hair wouldn't fall out unless she wanted it to. A really good investigator would know someone else had been in the room, might even intuit sex from the state of the sheets, but there wouldn't be any forensic evidence to indicate another person in the room with Arthur.
For the Lust and Love of It
by Deborah Noel
He watched her behind him in the reflection of the shiny steel wall. He positioned himself purposely so he could see the response. She looked over him, up and down. Though smiling at what she saw, her hands protectively knotted around the straps of her dangling pocketbook.
He listened to her thoughts.
Well, his ass is nice in those jeans. Nice to see a man that can fill out a real pair of jeans instead of all those idiot kids who wear those skinny jeans. How stupid, shame they don't realize how stupid they look in them or the ones who wear their waist down at their knees, ugly!
He looks good in the leather jacket too. Hangs perfectly on those broad shoulders. Though it's hard to fuck up a leather jacket look.
Oh, and those waves of hair falling perfectly just above his shoulders. God, do you know what I would have to go through to get hair like that? And the blonde tones, cripes, I'd have to pay out the wazoo for that.
She tried to see around him to get a peek at his reflection. It wouldn't work without her being obvious.
Wish I could see his face. Gotta see the eyes and the lips. Wonder if he has scruff. Not a full beard, yuck! Nothing worse than kissing a face full of course hair. Like swallowing a bunch of pubic hair while you are blowing someone. GROSS!
Hmmm...I'll just leave that thought alone.
He's probably just a thug anyway...
She looked away from him, glancing to see what floor they were on.
The stranger whipped around to face her.
"A thug?" he questioned.
Puzzled and startled, she clutched her pocketbook tighter. "Excuse me?"
"Why would you think I'm a thug?"
Completely confused, she just looked at him. Her thoughts betrayed her, again, without her even knowing.
Those eyes are the most vibrant blue I've had ever seen.
Mesmerizing.
The smooth looking skin of his high cheeks and chiselled chin are barely visible through the five o'clock shadow. Cool, no yucky beard.
And that smile, whew! Wonder how soft those lips are. Probably kisses the kind of kiss that would make me wet!
Involuntarily she raised her eyebrows in approval. Without missing a beat, she softly tried to be firm. "I beg your pardon, I don't know what you are talking about. I haven't said a word."
His grin grew bigger, exposing his teeth. "My apologies," he offered with a slight accent. "Seems as if I have misspoken. Please, do forgive me."
Her eyebrows met at the bridge of her nose in confusion. "Of course." She nodded.
He took a step closer, extending his hand. "And may I add your boots accentuate your skirt beautifully. They make the attire."
She blushed. "Thank you."
The young woman before him couldn't get a read on him and he knew it. Sliding her hand quickly in and out of his, to not be rude, she cautiously smiled then tucked her hand back between the straps of her purse.
Without warning, the elevator came to an abrupt halt. Startled by the jolt, she clutched her bag tighter as a gasp escaped her lips. "Oh no!"
"It will be okay," a reassuring voice addressed her fear. "It happens sometimes with these older elevators."
"I'm not claustrophobic, but I do not handle these types of situations well," she admitted.
The man's leather jacket dropped to the floor in the corner and he stood at the big shiny doors, trying to pry them open. When that didn't work, he went to the panel and began to push buttons. Nothing brought the elevator shaft to life.
Silence grew thick.
A low metallic grinding noise filled the void. The elevator bounced, but didn't go up or down. The grinding noise fizzled back to silence and the lights dimmed inside the box.
Turning to the scared girl behind him, he regretfully advised her that they may be there for a while.
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