Going Down: An Erotic Tale of Murder

by Glenn, Roy

  “Sure.”

  “You know what they say about gin?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Gin will make you sin,” he said and raised his glass.

  We turned up our glasses and drunk them down. “Is that what you want to do?”

  “Baby, there are a lot of things that I wanna do with you,” he slurred. The smell of his breath was killing me, and I figured that I needed to get this thing going before his breath changed my mind.

  “Well then, why don’t we get outta here?”

  Once again, he jumped to his feet and, once again, had to steady himself to keep from falling.

  I got up quickly and began making my way through the crowd. He followed as closely behind me as he could in his condition. I moved as quickly as I could because I didn’t want anybody to see us leaving together.

  I was standing by my car when he finally made it outside. When he saw me standing there, he staggered over to me. “I thought that I had lost you.”

  “No chance of that happening. You got some place we can go?”

  “Yes,” he said quickly. “My place isn’t far from here.”

  “Good. I’ll follow you.” I got in my car and followed him out of the parking lot. As I drove, I thought about whether I really wanted to do what I had planned. I could just as easily drive home and go to bed, but I didn’t. When he pulled over and parked, I drove down the street and parked near the corner. He stood outside the building and waited for me.

  “Why’d you park all the way down there?”

  “I wanted to make you wait.” I laughed. “But I promise I’ll be worth the wait.”

  “I know you will,” he said and tried to kiss me.

  I moved out of the way and he almost fell on his face. “Don’t you think it will be better if we did it inside?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he said and rushed inside, fumbling for his keys as he walked.

  As soon as we were inside, he tried to kiss me again, and once again, I moved out of the way. “You got anything to drink around here?”

  “Yeah, baby, sure. Make yourself comfortable.”

  “Where’s the bedroom?”

  His eyes bucked open. “Right through that door.” He pointed. And I walked in that direction.

  While he made the drinks, I looked around his bedroom and wondered how I was going to do it. I had no weapon, but I was determined not to leave there without experiencing satisfaction. I took off my clothes and had just laid across the bed when he came in.

  “Wow,” was all he managed to say. He very quickly drunk his drink and hurried to the bed to hand me mine. While he frantically pulled off his clothes, I put my drink down.

  When he was naked, he laid down next to me. His dick was little, but I didn’t care. I took his little dick in my hand and stroked it until it got hard. Believe me, it took a while. Once I finally got him up, I took him in my mouth and began massaging my clit. Over the years, I’ve grown rather fond of playing with myself while I sucked a man’s dick. Even though I didn’t reach any type of climax, it still felt good.

  I licked his shaft up and down and then took the whole thing in my mouth. Once I had had my fill, I sat up and straddled his body, and lowered myself down on him. I could barely feel him inside me, but at least he stayed hard while I rode him. “Damn, that shit feels good. You got some good pussy, baby,” he mumbled.

  “So I’ve been told,” I said as he grabbed the pillow with both hands. At that point, I knew what I was going to do, how I was going to kill him, how I was going to cum. I grabbed his hands, pushed them to the side, and snatched the pillow from under his head. His head hit the bed and he closed his eyes as my excitement built. I put the pillow over his face. My excitement caused my pace to quicken and I rode him hard. He didn’t seem to mind at first, but it didn’t take long before he began to struggle to get out from under that pillow. But he was too drunk to fight me off. His body began to jerk and his dick seemed to get harder. I pressed down harder; fucked him harder. I was almost there!

  Then he stopped moving, but I didn’t. It was like the flood gates had opened and I couldn’t stop myself. “AAAAAAAAAAH!” I screamed and kept the pillow on his face. Then I screamed again, “YES, YES, SHIT, YES!” and collapsed on his chest. I laid there for a while, breathing hard, but feeling feelings that I had never experienced. This was even more intense than when I killed Marvin.

  I don’t know how long I laid there before I finally got up and took the pillow off his face. I pushed him a few times and he didn’t move. I leaned close to him to see if I could hear him breathing, but I couldn’t. I got out of bed and got my mirror from my purse. I held it in front of his mouth. He was dead. I laid back down next to him. I had an uncontrollable urge to masturbate while I looked at him. Looked at the man I had just killed. I fingered myself and looked at him and I came again.

  Over the next two years, I killed five more men before I saw on the news that the police were looking for me. I moved to Dallas two days later. When I got to Dallas, I promised myself that I wasn’t going to do it anymore. But before long, I found myself out late at night, in a bar, and leaving with my prey. I stayed there for three years and eight more victims, before moving on to Phoenix. My pattern continued in Phoenix for a year, and then I relocated to Las Vegas. I stayed in Vegas for five years. That’s when I lost count of how many men I had killed. It was so easy to kill in Vegas because there were so many willing prey. But as always, the police began looking for me, so I moved on to LA. It didn’t take them as long to realize that they had a serial killer on their hands, and because of my own carelessness, over confidence really, they even had a description of me. That’s when I decided to that I needed to move east.

  I had heard so many good things about Atlanta and, once again, I promised myself that I was done. That I was going to try to lead a normal life. That I was maybe even going to get some help for myself, ’cause you gotta admit, I am a little crazy. That night in Chicago was my last one. I’m for real this time.

  Chapter Six

  Tavarus

  The worst part of going back to work on Tuesday morning, is that everything you put off on Friday, plus all of Monday’s work, awaits you. I worked as an accountant for Abraham, Hall & Associates; an established and well-respected firm with a large client base.

  I sat at my desk and systematically began to dispose of all the work that had piled up. I planned to get back on track by staying late that night and coming in early the next morning. I don’t like being behind, my work ethic won’t allow it. When I was growing up, my pops always worked hard. It was him who instilled this work ethic in me. He would throw little clichés like “an honest day’s work for a full day’s pay,” “hard work breeds character,” stuff like that. It’s amazing to me sometimes how stuff you hear when you’re a kid suddenly comes rolling out your mouth.

  Now, I’m not one to pat myself on the back, but I’m a pretty good accountant. I come to work. This ain’t no place to play. I come here to get paid. I handled a number of very large and very important accounts and I received adequate compensation for my efforts; and I’m always available to answer questions or help in any way I can. People tell me that I’m a natural leader.

  Several months ago, Allan Lewis, who had been the account manager for the last ten years, quit abruptly, and moved to Alabama with a handful of client’s to start his own firm. In a move that surprised many, myself included, I was asked to assume the quote, “administrative duties” of the vacant position on an interim basis. Basically do the job without the title and the money. However, with the beginning of the new fiscal year, money had been allocated to permanently fill the position. So I applied and I’m confident that the job is mine.

  My strongest competition would be Peggy Lynch. Peggy is a California girl. Very pretty for a white girl, with smartly cut, blonde hair, gray eyes, and a cover girl figure. Most people around the office think that she’s sleeping her way to the top, but I think they’re wrong. She’s a formid
able presence and not to be taken lightly. Peggy is very smart, extremely aggressive, highly motivated and exceedingly ambitious. She came to the firm three years ago and began a meteoric rise to prominence.

  The only other applicant is Brent Davidson. He came from another firm about the same time that I started working here. Most people wondered how he passed the CPA exam. Sometimes Brent just seems like he’s not all there. He asks stupid stuff. Brent always had questions and you’d have to break answers down to the lowest common denominator for him, otherwise, he’d be lost. He was more the type of guy that you would like to have hosting your cocktail party than running your office.

  The day dragged on and I plowed through my work. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes for a minute. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

  “Wake up, Tavarus.”

  I opened my eyes and Linda Terrell stood before me. She was one of the four Black accountants at the firm. Linda was the first Black accountant hired at the firm. She had been with them for fifteen years and handled her job exceptionally. She was the kind of woman that made you proud to be Black. It was more than just the way she did her job. It was the way she carried herself. And, on top of that, even though she was married and ten years older than me, Linda was sexy as hell.

  When I first came to the firm, Linda took me under her wing and taught me a lot about the business. She looked out for me the way a big sister looked out for her younger brother. Once I got my feet under me around the office, Linda took me .

  It started out simple, little flirtatious comments, followed by a little harmless sexual innuendo over long lunches. But she would always retreat behind her marriage when things got too thick. That all ended one afternoon when Linda was getting ready to leave and I was getting ready for another late night. I never will forget that day.

  Linda was wearing the shit out of this tight red and black dress, and she came into my office. She closed the door behind her and sat down on my desk, something she had never done before.

  When she sat down, Linda crossed her legs in a very ladylike manner, but it was the way she did it. Linda lifted her leg slowly and my eyes were glued to her thick thighs. “Why don’t you come and have a drink with an old lady? My treat.”

  “Not tonight, Linda. I got too much on my plate.”

  Linda shifted her legs; I was drawn to the sound of her stocking rubbing together, and I thought I heard her moan just a little.

  “Honey, that work will be here tomorrow and you can get back to it then. Now come on.” Linda leaned forward, giving me a nice look at her cleavage. She took the pen from my hand. “Put all that work away and come drink with me.”

  So even though I had more work than I knew how to handle, I packed up my work, put on my jacket and followed her. We talked about business over the first two drinks. The flirtation continued while we sipped our third. By the time the bartender placed our forth drink in front of us, Linda’s hand was rubbing my thigh up and down. We were looking at each other, not like a big sister looks at her younger brother. Now we were talking about what hotels were nearby.

  Even though things were going the way they were going, I still expected her to, at some point, take cover behind her ring as she had done so many times before. Truth was that, despite the difference in our ages, I found her to be a very attractive woman. One that I had thought about having sex with many times, but never thought it would happen. “What about your husband?”

  “What about Cynthia?” Linda asked about my girlfriend at the time.

  “What about her?” I asked.

  “What about him?” she asked. “This isn’t about them. This is between you and me, Tavarus. I’m not talking about leaving my husband or you breaking up with that airhead you call a woman.”

  “What are you talking about then?”

  “I’m talking about me finding out if you’re as good as I’ve fantasized you are, every day since Allan walked you into my office.”

  I laughed a little.

  “What’s so funny?” she needed to know.

  “I’ve been wondering the same thing about you since I first saw you.”

  “But neither of us has done very much about it.”

  “No, we haven’t.”

  Linda signaled for the bartender. I thought she was going to order another round of drinks, but she asked for the check. Once she dropped her credit card and the bartender went to cash us out, Linda turned to me. “I’ve done my drinking for the night. I’m going to the Comfort Inn down the street. So the question is, are you coming with me?”

  Thirty minutes later, we were in a room at the Comfort Inn. Her dress, stocking, and thong were off; she was stretched out on the bed, and I was on my knees with my head buried deep between her thighs.

  My tongue slithered along her lips and then to her clit, while I fingered her. “Oh, that feels good.”

  I spread her lips with my fingers and stuck my tongue as far as I could inside her. I sucked her lips like they were a lollypop, moving my head quickly, up and down and from side to side. Linda began to scream my name. “Tavarus!”

  Linda stood up and reached behind her back. She unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders. Her titties weren’t as firm as I imagined them to be, but they were full and her nipples were huge. I took one in my mouth and sucked it. Linda held my head in place and squeezed the other. After a while, she pushed them together and I took both of those juicy nipples into my mouth.

  I slid my hand between her legs and massaged her clit. I looked up; her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. All I could think about at that moment was trying to push my dick down her throat. I eased one finger inside, Linda was wet, very wet, and her body began to tremble. She pushed me away; smiling, shaking and breathing hard.

  She laid on the bed and I laid down beside her and she gently touched my face. She kissed my lips and began to roll on top of her.

  She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me on my back. Linda rolled on top of me, grabbed my dick, and lowered herself slowly.

  The feeling of finally being inside her after imagining and wanted her for as long as I have, was fucking indescribable. Linda moved her body up and down, grinding her hips into me with each stroke. She held those big juicy titties, pinched her nipples, and rode me like she was a cowgirl in a Wild West show. I ran my hands from her shoulders down her back and then gripped her ass.

  “You’re gonna make me cum!” she yelled.

  Linda rolled off me and got up on her knees. I stood up and got behind her. I entered her slowly, sliding my dick in and out of her. Linda was so wet, much wetter than I had expected. I love a dripping wet pussy and it made my dick so hard. I began to pump it into her as hard as I could. I felt her pussy tighten around my dick like a vice. I could hear her mumbling, but with her face pressed against the bed, I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Whatever it was inspired me to reach for her shoulders and slam myself into her. I don’t remember ever cumming so hard in my life.

  Since then, we’ve been fuck buddies. In addition to our little after-work get-togethers, we’ve found every fuck spot there is in the building: in closets, stairwells, on the roof. One day we found a vacant office and I used my old lock-picking skills to open the door so we could do it while we looked out the window.

  A lot of people thought that Linda would be a strong candidate for the account manager position, but Linda wasn’t interested. She wanted to do her job and go home. She had no desire to make the move to management.

  “That’s why they don’t let you people take time off. You just can’t handle it.”

  “ ‘You people’? The last time I checked, you were a part of ‘you people.’ ”

  “I was talking about you would-be management types. The rest of us peons know we can’t sleep on the job.”

  “I wasn’t asleep. Just resting my eyes.”

  “My father used to rest his eyes like that, too. Only he used to snore while he did it.”

  I rubbed my eyes and shoo
k my head. “Too much weekend, Linda.”

  “That’s right, the big poker game. How was it?”

  “Linda, let me tell you, it was wild. Plenty of food, plenty liquor, and plenty of women.”

  “I guess I don’t have to ask if you had a good time.”

  “Had a great time. We had hired two dancers, but two more came with them. And then about three in morning, three more dancers showed up. And then about an hour after that, these four girls that live in the complex showed up, thinking it was a party and stayed. Even though they didn’t take their clothes off, these women were wilder then the dancers.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  “Serious, they were wild. After a while, the dancers stopped making any money ’cause the fellas was all over them . . .”

  “Hoochies, you mean. Them hoochies just plain nasty. At least the dancers were there to make some money,” Linda said.

  “Yeah, they got paid too,” I said to her, thinking about how I like nasty women.

  “Which reminds me, when do you interview for Allan’s job?”

  “They haven’t said yet.”

  “Well, when you get it, don’t forget us peons. This peon in particular, you know, the one who taught you everything you know and likes to leave early on Fridays. Not that it matters who gets it, I’m still leaving early.”

  “That’s the spirit, Linda. Why should something as minor as a new supervisor interfere with your agenda?”

  “That’s exactly my point. I’ve been leaving early every Friday for the last eleven years. I’m not stopping now.”

  “Do you think I’ll get it?”

  “Brent couldn’t tell his ass from a hole in the ground without detailed instructions. And as long as Peggy keeps her legs closed, you’re in there.”

  “That settles it then. I’m doomed.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You know Peggy can’t keep her legs closed.”

  “Now, Tavarus, you know that falls under the heading of malicious gossip. Haven’t you read your memo on spreading malicious gossip? I’m afraid I’m gonna have to report you.”