This story has an adult-related theme. Please be at least 18 or older, or have a mature enough sense to understand the subject matter.
This meeting, planned weeks ago, was finally to take place. Here is a man, wealthy beyond your wildest imagination, a world traveler, and some would consider him a jet-setter.
Tonight, he was going to spend a single night with a beautiful sensual woman who oozed sex simply by her smile alone. Of course beauty alone wasn’t enough to capture his interest. Intelligence was also required as well as communication. Without the last two, the former meant nothing to him.
He walked to the open balcony of the thirty-eight floor staring outward to an early night sky embedded with dazzling stars in various positions and a seemingly in an over-abundance, as if one star dissolved, ten others would leap in its place.
Looking down, he could see hundreds of twin orbs speeding up and down the crisscrossing maze of city streets. He could distinctly hear echoing sounds of horns blaring, an ambulance or police siren from where he stood. Life moves on , he thought. Somebody died. Somebody arrested.
Smiling, he walked to the open bar provided for his suite, pouring himself another shot of Glenlivet, best scotch money could buy. Dalmore scotch to him was overrated for the money. He returned to the balcony, looked down and saw the long, white limousine pull up in front of the hotel’s entryway. He looked at his watch.
Se would be here in fifteen more minutes as arranged. Dinner would arrive at 9:30, and his plans were to bed her within an hour of then, and be out of her life before one.
He shivered. He smiled. Physically, he was already excited, but then, he always was with every woman he would meet. Tonight would be no different. Tomorrow, like all the others before her—forgotten.
The buzzer from down below interrupted his thoughts as he crossed the room to send a release to the locked door at the entrance to allow her access. Once she arrived and knocked on his door, his first thought was—stunning. Captivating eyes, long sensual auburn hair that brought out her natural tanned skin tone, making her look more alluring than she already was.
They hugged, lightly kissed, then he made himself and her a drink before dinner arrived and they held light, yet inquisitive conversations with one another.
His excitability for her rose with every word that escaped her lightly painted pink lips, and for the stars that seemed to shine in her eyes. He knew this choice in her would be the best decision he made since he first started.
He sat upright in bed, staring out again at the darkness filled with pulsating stars just as rapidly as was his breathing.
He looked down at her as she never stirred from his movements nor did his words spoken arouse her from the deepest of sleeps.
“You brought to me a moment too few in life could ever appreciate or ever understand. I knew from the first kiss you would unveil a passion, a power so strong, as to outdo all the others before you have tried to bring to me.
“But I took my time with you, didn’t I? Of course I did. I always do.
“From your breasts to your splayed thighs, your body, uplifting, twisting hips, as your hands clutched at me, pulled, trying desperately to get me inside you. But I was much stronger than you. I took you only when I was ready.
“I wasn’t ready, still. Your flesh lifting, churning, twisting across these satin sheets, your aura aglow in a twinkling sweat as you reached orgasm after orgasm as my fingers worked their magic, and my lips brought cries of desire from your lips.
“I need, I need, I need you, you cried out many times, begging, pleading for me to please you. I couldn’t help but have a devilish smile at how all of your intelligence, your earlier articulation had disappeared and seemingly a little girl suddenly ten, wanting her favorite doll suddenly appeared.
“But I—I being who I am, could no longer put off what I set out next to do—to take you several times and leave you exhausted beyond all recognition.
“Now that I have—I will leave you to your slumber in the forever forget me dreams. You have already forgotten me, haven’t you? Of course you have.”
Fully dressed once more, he walked out the front door wearing a polo shirt, leather jacket, jeans, gloves, and a I Love NY ball cap. In his right hand was a brown paper bag he left at the front of the suite’s door, then walked away. His left hand held another bag with two glasses and a bottle of Glenlivet.
In the subway car carrying the evening rush of riders of which some were going home from work, others—who knew what their plans were; a middle=aged man scanned the latest news of the day in the newspaper. He started reading aloud.
“Maid found body … female sliced beyond recognition … police have no clues to killer or identity … hotel management described the individual who checked into a suite … 200 pounds, 5’9”, gray hair, full grey beard and moustache, green eyes, and about sixty-seven.
“According to the police, the brutal murder fall in line with fourteen other murders from coast to coast. It has always been assumed he wore tight gloves, the leather kind, you know. He never engage in copulation. They never found anything like hair samples, saliva, you know. The food brought to the room was never touched.
“They found a bag with a false wig, make up, false beard, colored contacts, clothing, false ID, and shoes with built-in lifts.
“The mayor has vowed to catch what the media has dubbed, 'The Nationwide Killer', 'before he can continue his brutal rampage.”
Folding the paper in half and tucking it under his arm, he said to no one in particular, “That’s a damn shame. It’s getting so that it’s not safe to go anywhere these days.”
A young, twenty-something pimply-faced Einstein-type smiled and said, “I agree.” He then stood, waiting for the next stop. As the subway train slowed, if the man who had been reading the paper had taken time to notice, he would have seen a pair of tight black leather gloves sticking out of the young, acne-laden Einstein’s back pocket.
Yes, very terrible he thought to himself. Then, a huge devilish smile crossed his face as he causally walked home, already planning the next city, the next victim.