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I
was pissed off and turned on all at the same time. I watched the scene unfold before my eyes. Her big breasts bounced up and down, her hands were placed firmly on his chest and her hair was flying all about her Marilyn Monroe-esque face. Her body was like that of a super model. I was insanely jealous. He wound his arm back and slapped her hard on the ass, the noise still to this day echoing in my ears. My pussy grew wet and I was so mad at how much this exchange was turning me on. Confusion overtook my fear. Salvatore now had his eyes closed and her hips tight in his grasp. The blonde was moaning out his name along with many obscenities. I hadn’t even been verbal like this in the bedroom with Salvatore. I had no clue he was even into this kind of thing. The blonde looked over at me and continued to ride, even harder than before. She winked at me and licked her lips and I feel like prey to a wild beast. She slid her hand down her stomach sensually until it reaches her center and began furiously rubbing her clit. I wanted so badly to follow suit and get myself off as well. This feeling only pissed me off more.

The thoughts running through my head scare
d me. I wasn’t into girls. I liked men only. I liked Salvatore only. Salvatore, my Salvatore. He was cheating and I was standing there watching him, liking it even. I quickly left the room and had only one thing on my mind. I walked to the hall closet where I knew he kept it in his jacket. I’d seen it in there before. He was always carrying it. I grabbed it and felt the cold metal between my hands. I took the lock off of his handgun and caressed the barrel. This was going to save me. I just knew it. I walked back into the room and straight up to the bed. The blonde had her eyes closed now and was just about to cum. She was panting and moaning too loudly for either of them to hear my footsteps or notice me standing there. He didn’t even notice me. That thought absolutely killed me. I raised the gun in my hand and placed my pointer finger gently on the trigger.

I
had moments of sadness. I was numb. The blonde screamed out in ecstasy as cum poured out of her, coating the love of my life’s cock. She stole my pleasure, the only pleasure I’d ever known. He knew what he meant to me. He fixed me. He took away all of the hurt. He washed away the sins of those laid upon me by the streets. I fought to stay alive, to make it through. I sold my body, my heart, and even my soul to the dark-eyed devils of the world. They sold me a dream and I bought it. Now none of this was Salvatore’s fault and I know that, but he told me he would be mine forever, untarnished, only mine. I uttered one word with an enormous impact. “Why?” Salvatore chose that moment to notice me, saw the gun and pushed the blonde off him.

“Baby, No! It’s not what you think! She means nothing to me. You’re my everything.”
I’d taken the power from him. He wasn’t the strong man I thought I knew, he’d lost that and in its place I could see his fear.
Bang. Bang. Bang
. The gun sounded and I didn’t even register the screaming or the blood. I felt elation instead. Supreme elation and immense power. One shot for her, right between the eyes, and two for him. In his mouth, the weapon he used to love me and lie to me, and in his heart, where I’d never been at all. Everything after that was a blur. I took money, the gun, and control over my life. I learned more life experience in that one moment that I had my entire time on the earth previous to that. I left his home immediately and never looked back. I dyed my hair blonde, to match my reckoning, and have been on the run ever since. I lost my name, my job, my home, and my stupidity. I would never be that fucking stupid ever again. I hope that one moment of unadulterated fun was worth it for them.

The memory faded out as quickly as it had come. Well, now you know, and you probably think a whole lot less of me. I never said I was perfect. I only ever claimed to be me, like it or not. Savage and Eryn were staring at me like I’d lost my mind. I wasn’t sure what I had done or said in my black out zone, but it seems as if they know what I’ve done. Savage slowly backs up from Eryn, his limp dick popping out of Eryn’s pussy. She crawls slowly off the table, as far away as she can get from me.

“What’s wrong
, baby?” I ask. It’s possible that they don’t know, but by the looks on their faces, I highly doubt that to be the case. I walk over to collect my purse. I hold it in my hands and it gets heavier and heavier.

“Nothing…oh nothing…”
she stutters and I know she knows.

They both know. I must have blurted it out loud when I thought it was only in my head. I was so fucking broken and cracked that I spoke out loud like a broken fucking record and didn
’t even mean to; pathetic. I see that familiar look of fear in her eye. I’ve gotten that look right before I murder all of my victims. That’s what I do now; I’m guessing you’ve caught on. That’s how I make my living. But it’s not just about the money for me. I could live on nothing like I did before, but why, when I can have so much more than I’ve ever dreamed of? Why live a boring life of nothingness when I can be powerful and make people bow down to me instead of the other way around? I won’t go back to that stupid little girl that lost her cool for a boy. I will never be her again, she’s dead. Savage disappeared from the room and I’m sure he’s going to get a phone and call the police. That’s what they always do. It’s funny how predictable this has become, but it never gets old. I follow behind him and pull that cold metal handgun out of my bag. Before he has a chance to make a call, he looks at me like I’m the grim reaper in the flesh.

“I know I’ve done wrong. I’m not perfect, but I’m doing better. I swear it!” He
’s talking nonsense, the same as so many before him.

“What are you talking about?” I shouldn’t be conversing with him. I don’t want his voice in my mind. I don’t want to feel personable or close to him. I just want this to be over and to feel the weight being lifted from my body once again.

“I’m a sex offender. I know that’s why you’re here. I spy on women in my bar. I have the place tapped with cameras, one in every bedroom. The way that you look at me, the disgust that fills your face right now. I know that you know and I’m sorry! I promise I’ll take them all out. I won’t do anything like that ever again. I’m a changed man.” He’s begging now, it’s pathetic, really. I didn’t know about his sins, but at least that takes one more pervert off the street. There’s enough of me to go around.

Bang
. Perfect shot, directly in the heart, the source of all love. Here’s Cupid’s fucking arrow delivered by yours truly. He crumbles down before me with only the sound of his sculpted body hitting the floor, just as loudly as if a statue itself were to crumble. The heaviest fall just as easily as the light. I hear screams coming from behind me and I turn around to look. I feel sorry, for such a split second it barely registers. I make a rash decision and shoot her in the shoulder.

Bang.
I try to leave. I walk out the door, but I’m compelled. This isn’t over. I come back and find her thanking her lucky stars. I tilt my head slightly as Eryn looks up at me on her hands and knees. She found a way to roll over from her all too familiar missionary position. She was strong enough to do that, so she is truly a threat to me. I almost feel bad again, almost remorseful; almost. She’s begging, crying, and reminding me of the stupid girl I once was.

Bang.
I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I really was starting to like her. But jealousy gets the best of me; the only bitch to ever take my power away, even if only temporarily. This won’t be the last time I go off the deep end and snap. Jealousy always finds a way to rear its ugly head. I’ll do this again and my sins will never be forgiven. I get off on this more than the sexual acts themselves. Sex just gets me closer to my victims and I use them like I was once used. History is repeating itself and I feel light again. I can probably go live in another city, another place with new faces. I can live a normal life for a couple of weeks at most until I need to release again. It was a year at first, then a couple of months; now it’s only weeks before I teeter on the edge of complete breakdown. I’m sure I’ll slowly dwindle away and eventually I’ll get caught. But until then, I can’t stop.

This is my addiction. I need to feel the power. I need to use and people will never stop letting me. People will never stop being predictable and all too trustworthy. You think I
’m the fucking devil, I can see it on your face. I’m just a broken girl who’s fucking the world like it has fucked me. In my humble opinion, I’m fucking it harder, faster, and longer. Maybe you’ll think about my story the next time you try and use someone or maybe when you’re being used yourself. It’s even possible that I’ll never cross your mind again, I truly hope that’s the case. You’ll trash my story and move on with your life. Just think about this for a minute, a last thought before I go. I can hear the sirens wail outside, so I won’t keep you too much longer. I just have to let you know—I used you, too. And you let me.

Now and only now, you actually have a reason to be pissed off and hate me. I used minutes of your life that you’ll never get back. I stole them, just like the lives of so many before you. So take that as the moral of the fucking story. Write it down, as I know we all crave to question why things are one way or the other by the story’s end. It is what it is and that’s that. Oh, and one more thing. Be happy that your mind isn’t as twisted as mine. The name’s V. Remember me. This isn’t the end. Baby, this is only the beginning.

Savage; named for all the wrong reasons.

Got damn if this hasn
’t been a night to remember, then I don’t know what the definition for one would be. I’ve never fucked two hot chicks at the same time. I’m a fairly good-looking dude. I know it’s the truth. I work out to the point of exhaustion on my physique. I was married up until eleven months ago. Divorce is the pits, but I understand why she served me with papers. I fucked around on her more than once. When you’ve been together with only one person for most of your life, it gets old quick. I feel guilty about what I’ve done. I really do miss her at times. I’ve been so pathetic lately that I’ve been watching instead of participating. I bought some really high tech cameras and placed them throughout the bar. I catch people fucking in the back rooms, closets, and even the bathrooms. It’s all been male with female drunken quickies, but I still get off watching.

When I saw Eryn and V go into the employee bathroom, I about lost my shit. I had met V earlier in the night. I could tell she was a cock tease and wasn
’t super interested, but that didn’t deter my flirting. My dick usually does most of the talking for me. And Eryn, god that bitch is hot. I’ve been wanting to fuck her brains out since she stepped foot in my office asking for a job. I wanted to bend her tan and spank it black and blue. I’ve heard that she’s been with most of the dudes that work here, but that’s all locker room talk. Yeah, dudes gossip like chicks. We just don’t do it so loudly. We’re all about being behind the scenes and when shit goes down, we pretend like we don’t know a goddamn thing. Easier that way for all parties involved. I had no idea she was into chicks, though.

I know they like to go to the bathroom sometimes together, so I thought maybe they
were just old friends. I sat at my monitor and watched it all unfold… I watched V crawl between Eryn’s legs and I just about came in my pants. My dick was so hard that it felt like it might snap in two. Fuck this watching bullshit. I turned my computer off and made haste to the employee bathroom. I used my master key and walked in just as things were getting good. That’s where it all began. I hope it never ends. I think this is a relationship that I can be happy with forever.

So anyway, we go back to Eryn
’s house and of course I know why it’s so fucking huge. She’s a high paid escort. I almost blurted it out when V looked so shocked by her surroundings, but I didn’t want Eryn to know how much I actually watch her. I know a lot of things about her. If it makes me a creep, so be it. I do my research, that’s all.

I fucked both of those chicks sideways while they licked and ate
each other’s pussies. It’s obvious that V likes to think she’s in charge, so I played it cool all night and let her get away with it. Whatever gets a girl off, I aim to please. We didn’t get a wink of sleep. V disappears after I make her cum hard and I’m not really too worried about it. I’m more interested in Eryn. I’m just glad that V loosened her up for me so I could finally make my move. I’m going to make this girl mine. I think she’s just working the chick thing out of her system, as hot as it is to watch. I want her all to myself.

Fast forward to me to me splitting Eryn
’s pussy in half while she lay spread eagle on her kitchen table. V was off to get dressed and I couldn’t resist putting the moves on Eryn. I walked up to her and put her thick dark hair aside to nibble and kiss her neck. She dropped her towel like it was nothing. This girl was born to be naked. She was so beautiful in her own skin. It’s no wonder that she’s a popular escort. I hear she mainly works with old married politicians and shit like that. Either way, once she gets a taste of me alone, she won’t want to ever be with another.

I slowly work my way down to her tight pussy. It
’s bare except for a thin patch of dark hair, a landing strip. I stick my fingers inside her center, working her tight hole and getting her soaking wet.

“Yesssss
, boss man.” She moans and that’s all it takes for my dick to get hard. I feel a strong urge to bend her over and take her hard. But not just yet. I’ve watched her enough on video to know that she prefers it to be soft at first. I’ve watched her masturbate in the bathroom at work on her break. The girl is forever getting turned on, she is easily wet. When she did it to herself, she would massage her opening and gently rub her clit before really finger fucking herself to climax. I want to give it to her exactly the way she pleases. I grab her hips and walk her over to the kitchen table directly ahead. She gets the picture without me having to explain anything and climbs right up. I smack her ass and she moans.

“Damn
, baby. Did it hurt?” I ask stupidly. This line is one of the lamest I have, but it blurted out of my mouth so fast I couldn’t stop it.

“Did what hurt?”
she asks with a confused expression on her sexy little face. She pushes her ass so it’s at the edge of the table and spreads her legs as wide as they’ll go. She is swollen, wet, and ready to be thoroughly beat up by my dick. I step closer and grab her legs to place them up on my shoulders. She’s shaking in anticipation and I try so hard to keep my composure and not blow my load all over the table. I rub her clit with my thumb and finger, soft at first and pick up the pace when she starts moaning my name.

“When you fell from heaven.” I finally get my voice back long enough to answer her question. She leans forward and bites my shoulder hard. She wants it badly. I stick my dick in and set to work. She’s screaming loud enough that her neighbors probably think I’m murdering her. If the cops show up I’ll let them know the only thing I beat up is sexy pussy. I snicker to myself and she lights up the room as she smiles at me. I’m paying
so much attention to this brunette beauty in front of me that I completely miss V’s entrance. After Eryn and I finish, I catch my breath and focus on the feel of my cock still inside her. I could leave this earth right here and die a happy man. I question V on how long she’s been sitting there and when I see the pissed off look, I instantly feel guilty. I’m an asshole, but this bitch does give good sex. I don’t want to be too rude. I try and take it back, but it’s too late and shit quickly escalates. She starts to stare off in space almost like she’s having a seizure or something. I call her name, but she doesn’t respond. She starts spewing out a load of shit and mumbo jumbo. When things start to get clearer, all I register are names and that she murdered her ex-boyfriend. That was enough for me. I back up and grab my cell phone. Unfortunately I can’t remember where the fuck it is and it’s too late. I’m too fucking slow. My life flashes before my eyes and I beg for forgiveness. She must be some kooky chick out to get revenge on all the cheating assholes of the world. I bare my sins on the table and hope that she’s just fucking around, but nope.
Bang
—the gun goes off and it’s over in a split second. At least I got off before I was offed.