Going Down: An Erotic Tale of Murder

by Glenn, Roy

  I turned and looked at him. “If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn’t say that to me.”

  He took a couple of steps closer to me. “Nobody ever accused me of having good sense,” he said with a smile.

  “Look, I’m gonna give you one last chance to walk away.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Then you’ll get much more than you think,” I said to him, knowing all the while that he was going to choose to go anywhere and do anything, I wanted him to.

  “I’m going wherever you’re going.”

  “No,” I said, and got in his face, “I’m going wherever you’re going.”

  He smiled. “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and started to walk away.

  “Where’s your car?”

  “Right over there,” he said and pointed.

  “Good. I’ll follow you.”

  While I followed him to wherever it was he was leading me to, I took a moment to think again about what I was about to do and what I had just seen. The police were looking for me. They had a bad picture of me, but sooner or later they would catch me if I didn’t get out of Atlanta. What I should do is go home, pack up my stuff, and get out of town. But I wasn’t. I was following a man to do what I do. Nobody ever accused me of having good sense, either. They would only kill me once, no matter how many men I killed, so what the fuck.

  The entire time we drove, I kept looking in my rearview mirror to see if anybody was following me. I took a breath and realized that nobody would be following me. If this was a setup, and it’s not, they would be at the spot waiting for me. But he is not a cop and this is not a setup. That’s what I kept repeating, and hoped that I was right.

  When we got to his house, he led in inside and straight to the bedroom. “Take off your clothes,” I said, and he quickly complied with my request.

  He sat down on the bed. “Now, you can go ahead and give me much more than I thought,” he said.

  I unzipped my dress and let it drop to the floor. Then I reached behind my back, unhooked my bra, and slid it off my shoulders. “You are so fuckin’ fine.”

  When I was naked, I laid down in bed next to him. I let him run his hand across my breasts and tease them with his tongue. He slid his tongue slowly around them, coming close but never touching my nipples. I spread my legs and he fingered my clit. I could tell that he considered himself a lover, and if I wanted to be honest, he wasn’t doing bad so far. I felt my clit getting harder under his touch and I moaned.

  I reached out to him and slowly began to massage his hardening length. I kissed the head of his dick passionately, and continued to stroke his erection. I guided my tongue along his shaft, and then kissed his balls. My recent sexual experiences, though not completely satisfying, made me see that I enjoyed the act more than I used to. I used to just want to suck some dick—okay a lot of dick—feel a little penetration, and then kill my prey. Nowadays, I wanted to have sex and get fucked hard, before I killed. I guess that came from Mr. Kickass.

  I allowed him to lay me on my back and I closed my eyes. I felt his hands all over my body and I liked it. The sensation of his hands gave way to the sensation of his lips, soft and wet, against my chest. I reached out and glided my hands across his skin to his now throbbing hardness. He gently moved my body so he could taste me. He ran his tongue along my lips, and then proceeded to lick my clit. I lay on my back, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his tongue darting playfully in and out of my pussy.

  He kissed my inner thighs and once again, tasted the wetness between them. I held his head in place as his tongue slithered along my lips, making circles around my clit. My grip grew tighter. But just as I thought he was going to make me cum, he stopped. He raised up and plunged his dick inside me. He placed the weight of his body on his arms and I arched my back and rotated my hips in perfect unison with him. Moving slowly, then fast, and then slowly again.

  I pushed him off of me and he watched me crawl around on the bed. Then he rolled over beside me and ran his hands along my back, around my ass, and squeezed my thighs. I spread my legs and he played with my lips, and then fingered my clit. He got up on his knees and entered me from behind. He fucked me for a while; my pussy was so wet. I turned and looked at him. “Put it in my ass.” He did so without hesitation. He could barely control his passion. I felt his body pounding against mine.

  I moved away from him and he fell out on the bed. I straddled his torso. He looked on with great anticipation as I lowered myself onto him. I moved in unison with him, each of my movements was agonizingly slow and deliberate to heighten my pleasure. While feeling his erection in the wetness between my thighs, I stared into his eyes and thought for a minute about not killing him. Then I stopped.

  “Why’d you stop?”

  “I’ll be right back,” I said, grabbed my stuff and went in the bathroom. When I came out I had a long scarf wrapped around my body. I danced my way back to the bed and sat my purse in the nightstand next to the bed

  I got in bed and slid my body on top of him. I rode him slowly and then began to pull the scarf slowly away from my body. Once it was off of me, I removed his hands from my body and he allowed me to tie his hands to the bed while I continued to fuck him slowly.

  Once his bonds were tied tight, I began to move my body faster and faster. He closed his eyes and began to thrust his body into mine. I reached for my purse and took out my knife. I took one last look at my prey before I slid the blade across his throat. As the blood eased out of the wound, I slammed my body into him until I screamed in ecstasy.

  Chapter Thirty

  Zack

  “What’s up, CJ?” I was a little surprised, but not shocked, to see her at Chris’s house. After all, he was in love with her and they are business partners. But I simply wasn’t expecting CJ to answer the door.

  “Hey, Zack.”

  “I didn’t recognize your car. How you been doing?” I asked, as CJ let me in.

  “I’m doing just fine. How’s Angelique?”

  “She doing fine,” I said, and she really was. It had been over a week since Angelique told me that her stepfather had molested her. We’ve talked about her seeing some type of therapist or counselor, but she says that since she’s gotten that burden off her chest, she feels more comfortable with me and herself. Sometimes I get the feeling that she’s just saying that to avoid actually making an appointment to talk to somebody.

  There has been one upside to Angelique’s newfound comfort with me: After a lot of talk and reassurance, she is now hooked on oral sex. Not giving it, but receiving it. Her level of comfort with that has made our traditional, missionary-position sex so much better and lasts so much longer, that I know that we’ll be all right.

  “Where’s Chris?”

  “He in the kitchen,” CJ said and led me in there. The three of us talked while Chris finished doing the dishes. After a while, CJ excused herself and left room.

  “Y’all, ah, you know?” I asked, gesturing with my hands.

  “No, nothing like that. She finally left Manny. So she’s staying here.”

  I laughed. “Kind of convenient, her living here, since you’ve been in love with her since the first time you saw her.”

  “Shhh.”

  “What you mean, shhh? You mean she don’t know? You ain’t told her?”

  “No,” Chris said, motioning me to keep my voice down.

  “You think you might let her in on your little secret?”

  “Yeah, but now just ain’t the time. You know she’s been through a lot with Manny. So she’s staying here while she gets herself together and she finds a place. I don’t want to drop that on her now. She don’t need all that right now.”

  “I guess you’re right.”

  “So what’s up with you? How’s the man of leisure?”

  “That’s what I wanted to talk about. I know I don’t want to go back to working for the folks, so I wanted to know if you had any ideas about what I could get into?”

  “You serio
us?”

  “Deadly.”

  “Hold up,” Chris said. “CJ. Hey, CJ!”

  “Yes.”

  “Come down here for a minute, please.”

  “Please?” I said, with a smile. “Love. Nothing but.”

  “What’s up?” CJ asked, as she sat down next to Chris.

  “Zack said he’s not going back to work for the man. You think we could use a high-power salesman?”

  “We could definitely use a him. Having a strong salesman opens up all types of possibilities. It would give you a chance to focus on what you need to focus on, instead of trying to drum up new business.”

  “So what do you think, Zack? Would you consider coming to work with us?”

  “What would I be selling?”

  “I don’t know. Like CJ said, the possibilities are unlimited. This is what I’ve been talking about for years. Us combining our talents and making it happen. Once we decide on a direction, we put a strong plan together and go for it.”

  “We put something good together, I mean, something we could really make some money with, I’d be willing to invest the time and money in making it work.”

  Chris looked at CJ. I could tell that she was already thinking about the things they could do with me on board. They both stood up. “Welcome to Integrated Systems.”

  We shook on it. “Congratulations,” CJ said, as she shook my hand.

  “You know who else we need on this?” I asked.

  “Tee. I been trying to get Tee to do some work for me for a long time,” Chris said.

  “With his knowledge of accounting and business in general, and we could really expand our scope,” CJ commented as the doorbell rang. CJ went to answer it.

  “CJ?” Tavarus said when she opened the door. I could tell he was surprised to see her there, but not shocked. “How are you doing?”

  “Doing just fine.”

  “That’s good. How’s Manny?” Tavarus asked.

  “Oh he’s fine. We’re getting a divorce.”

  “Oops. I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Then I’m not, either. I was just being polite.”

  “What’s up, Tee,” I said.

  “The king of jazz!” Chris said.

  “What’s up, y’all.”

  “We were just talking about Zack going into business with us.” Chris said. “Sit down. You two want a drink?” I noticed CJ cut her eyes at Chris. “All I got is vodka, that cool?”

  Both Tee and I agreed that vodka was cool, if that was all he had. While he went to make the drinks, CJ told Tee why he should give serious thought to going in with us.

  “My first thought is to say I’d like to help, but I’m too busy. But I have to admit, CJ, the idea is intriguing me. I’m starting to get bored at work. The job is great for the bank account, but to tell you the truth, I been talking about going into business with Linda and some of the other guys at the firm.”

  “Being in business with us would be better,” CJ said. “It would give you an opportunity to expand what you do.”

  Chris returned with two glasses, handed them to me and Tee, and sat down. “You not drinking, Chris?”

  “No. I been drinking more than I need to lately, so I’m backing up off the oil for a while.”

  Now I understand why CJ cut her eyes at him. While he started pitching to Tee and me, I looked at CJ. Something was going on between them, and it was more than just business. It’s the way she was looking at him. The way Angelique looks at me when she thinks I’m not looking.

  “So what do you think, Tee? You down with us?” Chris asked.

  “You don’t have to ask me that. Y’all my boys.”

  CJ cleared her throat. “No disrespect to you, CJ, but y’all know what I’m talking about. Course I’m down with y’all.”

  “That’s fantastic,” CJ said and stood up. “I don’t mean to break up our first meeting, but I gotta run out for a while.” She got her purse and headed for the door.

  Chris stood and walked her to the door. “How long you gonna be gone?”

  “I shouldn’t be gone more than a couple of hours,” CJ said and paused. “Let me talk to you for a second.”

  Chris followed her outside and closed the door behind him. Tavarus immediately turned to me. “What’s up with that? Don’t tell me Chris finally fucked her.”

  “He says he ain’t. She’s just living here,” I said.

  “She’s divorcing Manny and she’s living here, but they ain’t fuckin’?” Tavarus questioned. “Bullshit.”

  “That’s what the nigga said. They ain’t fuckin’, and he ain’t told her that he’s in love with her. But I can tell by the way that she looks him, CJ’s just as far gone on Chris as he is on her.”

  “You can believe that shit if you want to, they’re fucking. Two people in love can’t be in the same house and not be fucking.”

  “I’m just telling you what Chris said. Anyway, how are thing going for the band?”

  “Next week we’ll start a new gig at a club downtown.”

  “Sounds like things really are moving for y’all.”

  Tee paused for a second or two, then he looked at me. “I didn’t tell you that me and Carmen are back together.”

  I raised my hand and cut him off. “Hold up—you and Carmen are back together?”

  “Yeah, yeah, me and Carmen are back together.”

  “When did this happen?”

  “We talked that first night the band played at the club. Which reminds me, did y’all see her at the show that night?”

  “No. I know I didn’t see her. I can’t speak for Chris, but I know I didn’t see her.”

  “Carmen said she got there before the two of you. Said she saw y’all come in.”

  “Why didn’t she say something to us?”

  “Carmen thinks y’all don’t like her.”

  “More like Carmen don’t like us ’cause we cut into her time with you. I mean, that was your basic complaint with each other, wasn’t it?”

  “So far, that hasn’t been a problem. It’s like I spend less time with her than I used to before we broke up. I mean, all I do now is work, practice, and play; but now she’s cool with it.”

  “That’s because you’re not hanging around with us. I think that might have something to do with it,” I said.

  “You may be right, but for the time being, Carmen is cool. But I was just thinking about how everything in my life is coming together.”

  “How so?”

  “Things are moving forward for me with my music. You said it yourself, me and Carmen are made for each other, and we’ve found common ground. She’s trying hard to respect my need for space, and I’m trying to be more understanding of her need to be with me and feel like she’s an important part of my life.”

  “Is that wedding bells I hear in the distance?”

  “Let’s not get that far ahead of yourself here. I said for the time being, we’re cool and we’re trying. That’s a long way from wedding bells.”

  “I’m just fuckin’ with you, Tee,” I said, but I knew it was just a matter of time.

  “All I’m saying is that things are good now, and if we’re able to get some kind of business off the ground and it be successful, it would be like a dream come true.”

  I thought about Tyhedra and her saying those words to me. “You know, I kind of feel the same way. I never told this to anybody, but me and Angelique have had some issues over the years—”

  “Stop. You and Angelique, problems? The only problem between you and Angelique is that you’re a ho,” Tavarus said, and laughed.

  “Yeah, well, there’s a reason for everything and things aren’t always as black and white as they seem.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “What I’m saying it that somebody told me that you gotta have a dream if you wanna make a dream come true. I just couldn’t see it, and I was too selfish to ask. That night after the show, me and Angelique, without going into any detail, found s
ome common ground, too. It made us stronger than we ever were. I thought my dream was one thing, but in reality, it was something else. So like you said, if this thing comes together with us in business, it would be like a dream come true. Doing something that matters and building something that would benefit not just me, but all of us.”

  “It’s a beautiful thing.”

  “Yeah, it is. I gotta call Tyhedra and tell her,” I said.

  “Who?”

  “Tyhedra. She’s the one who told me that you gotta have a dream if you wanna make a dream come true.”

  “Tyhedra, Tyhedra Crawford?”

  “You know her?”

  “Yeah, I know her. She’s the one who got me back into playing my horn. She told me the same thing: that you gotta have a dream if you wanna make a dream come true.”

  “Tyhedra Crawford, sexy as hell, long black hair?” I asked, hoping he’d say no, but knowing that he wouldn’t.

  “Same chick.”

  “Damn. You fuck her?”

  “That night at the club. She’s the one I wanted to introduce y’all to, but she was gone. You fuck her?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You think she knew?” Tavarus asked.

  “I don’t know, but I doubt it. I mean, we never really talked about any of my friends.”

  “Now that I think about, I don’t think I ever mentioned you and Chris to her, either. We used to talk about music, the subject of my friends never came up.”

  “I’m gonna need another drink behind that one,” Tavarus said, and headed for the kitchen. “I hope Chris got some weed.”

  I followed Tee into the kitchen. “I’m gonna need a double. He keeps the weed in the cabinet over the refrigerator.”

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Chris

  I followed CJ outside to see what she wanted. I had to laugh a little. I could tell by the look in Tavarus and Zack’s eyes, that they were surprised to see CJ there. I didn’t think anybody needed to know that she had been staying here. And she is, just staying here. It had been a few weeks since she left Manny and I still haven’t told her how I feel about her. But it’s been great having her here. CJ had him served with the divorce papers last week and as expected, he’s contesting it. For what, I don’t know.