He didn’t know how it all happened but it had. It seems like only a few minutes ago he was in bed with the love of his life, and now he stands over a bloody corpse. Blood dripping from his hands. He just stands there in disillusionment of what had occurred, struggling to put the details together. What was he to do? He had options, yes, many options. Each with their own sets of pros and cons, but none seemed to come to his mind. He just wanted to forget what had happened, just pretend it never did. ‘I’m not out in the streets, this isn’t blood in my hand. No, I’m in bed right now next to my love. Yes, in bed.’
One thing you never get tired of is the lack of concern people have. A bloody corpse lay there in a sidewalk with so much morning traffic; it is impossible to believe that no one noticed the body of the young girl. Yet the cops didn’t receive a call until 10, and the earliest officer to arrive at tat scene was a quarter after 10.
A couple of officers came inspected the scene, bagged evidence, took photos, asked question, but there was a true lack of concern from the officers. The death of a hooker, in such a bad neighborhood, isn’t really considered a big deal. In fact many officers will joke about this common occurrence at the police stations, behind closed doors of course. So in an hour or two the had the corpse away in ambulance heading to a morgue, and the yellow police tape was removed and pedestrians were once again allowed to walk freely trough.
Just walk over the blood of a dead woman.
It was a rough morning for him. Last night he couldn’t really sleep, and for the first time in a couple of months he banged his wife. He loved his wife its just love with his wife is like fucking a corpse. She doesn’t move or make a sound she just lays there as you exhaust your strength pumping in and out. It’s a real drag of a good time, not even worth the loss of semen. Such a boring thing usually put him to sleep, and it did, it wasn’t a nice sleep, and in the morning when he dressed up and got ready to go to the office, it was a real drag.
He spent a long time in the shower really scrubbing himself hard. Than spending another 10 minutes pounding one off, before drying off and getting dressed. Same slacks and tie he wore everyday. He kissed his wife and said good bye.
He hadn’t meant to drive this way. It was a short cut, you know. As he drove though the scenery became very familiar, till he began to remember last night, and suddenly he looked toward the sidewalk, and he saw her. He saw the corpse just lying there. ‘no ones called it in yet, no one know’, suddenly he began to laugh. An overwhelming joy came over him and whatever anxiety he had once had was gone. He rose the radio volume and drove merrily all the way to work.
“ya heard abouts Marion” ah, the mistresses of the night. They all gather in certain areas, and are good friends. There is no better friendship than that shared by 2 prostitutes.
“whats bout Marion”
“she’s dead”
“no fuckin’ way”
“yeah, stabbed bloody last night”
“really? Me and her did a job together only 3 nights ago”
“yeah, they found her body this morning just laying there”
“just laying there?”
“whoever did it, doesn’t care who knows”
“not like the cops care” A chill ran through all them. The realization that a murderer would be given another chance to kill, and mostly like kill one of them, scared them. There was a tense silence.
“I guess we best be careful tonight” they all agreed in unison.
When He got home, Harry was in a good mood. Worked sucked as usual, but he felt strong and powerful. Invincible even. After all, he had gotten away with murder. Haha. The thought of it always made him laugh. He even felt like banging his wife, no, that would just be a downer. Instead he opted to tell his dear wife he’d be going out to get a drunk with his buddies, and instead went out to pick up some entertainment.
“slow night, eh” The women held themselves. The cold night and their skimpy clothes made me them very chilly.
“whatya expect? 10 guys to line up in a line to pick up that hot ass of yours”
“ah, Annie you always say the most romantic things.” She spread her arms wide and embraced Annie in a tender hug. Than gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Than another kiss with a slip of some tongue.
“hi there ladies, is there room for one more in that hug.” Both ladies walked over to a customer. And after sometime bartering over the cost, the two ladies got into Harry’s car. Both were sitting in the front with dear old Harry.
“Sure is cold out there, maybe one of you can warm me up with some road head?” The ladies looked at each other.
“don’t worry Mel, I’ll take care of that task.” Annie put her head in Harry’s lap. He could feel the warmth moistness of her mouth.
“ah, Mel why don’t you play with Annie a bit.” Annie’s head continued to bob up and down, as Mel pulled her zipper down and put a finger or 2, up Annie's cunt. “can’t wait to have you two in a motel room”
Last night was a real thrill for Harry. It was the first time he ever made it worth 2 girls, who cares if he had to pay to get it though. He had fulfilled the fantasy of most men, for a very reasonable price. ‘Haha, it really is a beautiful thing. Having two very attractive women fighting over your dick, makes a man feel real good. Haha.’
Something was missing for old Harry though. It was fun and all, and the memories will live on for a long time in his mind. Its just now he doesn’t feel right. Something in his gut. It’s all in knots and its really bugging Harry. Its making it hard for him to do work and…and…
Harry ran out of his bathroom and into the nearest bathroom stall he could find. He began puking into the toilet, and hugging the porcelain bowl for some comfort.
It hadn’t dawned on Harry, but now he began seeing that hooker, the one he had…oh, god… he began puking again. The putrid slime burned his throat as it came out, and left a bitter taste in his mouth. The vile odor, it was too much, Harry began to stand up, but once again he imagine that whore doing what those two girls did last night, except the whore was all bloody and pale and…he once again fell to the ground and began puking into the toilet.
