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“It’s Friday…am I glad…fuck yea!”, said the dark-haired twenty three year old lady with her mane raised up high, the woman working in the stock room of a department store located on Cleveland’s near west side, hanging up clothes, stacking boxes, or whatever else was needed.
“Yep…the weekend…it’s always good to have those two days off.’, said some blonde lady the same age as the brunette, the blonde doing the same kind of work.
Dressed in well fitting blue jeans, a tight T-shirt, and black thigh high boots with high heels, Jennifer kept hanging clothes, looking at her watch now and then, eager for three o’clock when her shift ended and she could go home.
“Why do you always wear those boots…I mean…you got ‘em pulled up over your jeans…they go almost up to your hips…do they make you feel important or something?”, asked the blonde standing next to super attractive Jennifer.”
“ It’s like I told you before, Sharon, I wear ‘em because I just like ‘em and they go with the other stuff I do a few nights a week in the evenings.”
“ Oh yea…that stuff…but this is a stock room…you’re not doing that right now…you ain’t serving your clients now…you’re on the store’s time…on the clock now.”
Getting a little irritated, the brunette said, “ Look…I wear what I like…and I don’t serve my clients…they serve me.”
“ OK…whatever.”, replied Sharon with a shrug.
A few minutes later, sexy but tired and worn out looking Jennifer glanced at her watch again and exclaimed, “ Yea…finally…it’s three…I’m outta this shit hole…yea.”
“OK…”, said Sharon, her shift ending an hour later, “ Have a good weekend…see you Monday.”
“ All right…bye.”
Wasting no time, hot looking Jennifer left through the rear receiving door and circumnavigated the building. When she got to the front parking lot, Jennifer went over to her old rusted Ford, lowered her perfect curvaceous ass behind the wheel, turned the ignition a couple of times before the thing finally started, and then drove out of the lot headed home, driving two miles until she pulled into West 85th Street, parking the car along side the curb in front of an open field before a swimming pool owned by the city.
She got out of the car and walked down the street until she reached a four suite apartment building occupying the second lot from the pool. She went up the front steps to the second floor and entered apartment number three.
Standing in the living room, Jennifer could suddenly feel “it”, the heavy worn out feeling when she knew it was time to do what she always did a few times a day. As a result, the sexy brunette strolled into the kitchen at the rear of the apartment and went up to a drawer built into the kitchen counter by the sink. She opened it and pulled out a clear plastic bag full of white powder, the young lady also removing a plastic straw from the same drawer. Quickly, she poured some of the powder out on the kitchen table and then moved the straw to her right nostril, snorting up all the cocaine. A second later, she could feel the “rush” go through her veins, the drug doing its thing, making her “well” again, allowing her to get on with her day and enjoy Friday night.
Jennifer went over to the stove and made herself a cup of coffee. After she drank the brew, she poured herself a shot of whiskey and fired up a cigarette. She went out to the living room and turned on the radio, hearing the song “Help” from the Beatles. Liking the measures, the lady danced around the room for a while until the song came to an end and the weather report came on, the guy saying, “ And now for the weather on this day, July tenth, nineteen sixty nine…the temperature is eighty degrees now and the low will be in the upper sixties…”
The weather man went on for a while about more details until a commercial came followed by another song, “This diamond Ring”.
Liking the music and feeling uplifted by the drug, sexy dark-haired Jennifer returned to the kitchen and poured herself another drink, also firing up another cigarette. As the smoke filled the air around her, she was about to return to her living room when the phone on the kitchen wall suddenly rang.
She picked up the receiver and said, “ Hello?”
“ Hi…this is Mark…I’ll be over in an hour…the same like last month.”
“ Yea…no problem…come over…be here the same time you always come…six…right?”
“ Yes mistress.”
“Good…see you then.”
“ OK…bye.”
After she hung up the phone, she looked at her watch, seeing five past four. Still having some time before the “session”, the sexy brunette decided to get herself something to eat. She went back downstairs using the front door and strolled out into the street where she walked up to Detroit Avenue and went over to the Red Barn fast food place, ordering herself two burgers, some fries, and a milk shake. She took the stuff and strolled back to her place. Once inside her apartment, she sat down at the kitchen table and ate the food. Finished, she took up the shake and ventured out the back door onto a rear porch that overlooked the backyard, a fence, and then a huge grassy field going with a school.
Just standing there and enjoying the view, she drank the milk shake and then ventured back inside. She fired up another cigarette and went out to the living room, parking her nice ass to the sofa and reaching for a magazine on the coffee table. She read the time away until she looked at her watch and saw five thirty. Jennifer got up off her butt and walked into her bedroom, where she took off all her clothes and slipped into a skimpy two piece black leather outfit. She went back into the thigh high boots and picked up an equestrian stick, returning to the living room, listening to more music until six.
A moment later, her apartment buzzer rang. She went over to the far wall and pressed a button on the old and “ancient” intercom system. It didn’t take long and someone was knocking on the living room door.
The attractive brunette opened the door and there stood a guy in his mid thirties.
“Hi Mistress.”, said the man.
“Come in, Mark.”, said Jennifer.
Once the guy stepped inside, she shut the door and watched as he reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet, the man giving her fifty dollars. She took the money and said, “ OK…can you give me ten extra.”
“Sure.”
He gave her the extra cash and then measured her off with a look of total anticipation.
“ Yea…I’m good looking…there’s no doubt about that.”, said the lady putting the cash into her purse laying on the sofa, also saying, “ Now take off all your clothes.”
The guy undressed himself and went to his knees before the dominatrix. She picked up the equestrian stick and walked around the man, standing behind him now.
WHACK!!!
She let him have it with the stick, striking the man a few times, saying, “ This is what you deserve…you pathetic piece of shit…I own you…I’m the power here…understand?”
“ Yes ma’am.”
Jennifer parked her ass to the sofa and said, “ Get up and go into the kitchen…on the stove you’ll see a pot with some remaining coffee in it…pour it into a cup from the shelf above the sink and bring it to me…serve me.”
“ Yes ma’am.”
He did what she said, finally coming with the cup in his hand, giving it to the lady, going back down to his knees in front of her. As she drank the black brew, she moved her right foot forward and stuck the boot into his face, saying, “ Here…servant…slave…kiss up…show me respect.”
“ Yes mistress.”
Gently and with reverence, the man held her foot in his hands and began kissing away as instructed, going on and on.
Between sips of the coffee, she said, “ Be great if I really owned slaves or lived years ago as some countess or noble woman…get all the servants to worship me…have them as sex slaves as well…that’d be great.”
“ Yes ma’am.”
Ten minutes later, she said, “ Stop.”
She spit in what was left of the coffee and then gave him the cup. With a dirty grin on her face, she said, Here you go…drink it…drink the rest of the coffee.”
“Thank you ma’am…yes ma’am.”, replied Mark as he happily drank the stuff.
“ I bet you’d drink it if I pissed in it as well…right?”
“ Yes ma’am…I would…it would be an honor.”
She arched her head back and laughed.
“ Ha ha…what a pathetic piece of crap…you’re nothing but a joke!”
“ Yes mistress.”
The dirty bitch stood up. Like nothing, she slipped off the leather bra and removed the leather panties, having nothing on except the boots. Moving closer to the guy, she shoved her huge dark hairy cunt to his face and said, “ Here…LICK!!!”
Immediately, he pushed his tongue up into her giant pubic triangle and began licking.
From above he heard, “ Yea…that’s it…you know where my clit is…so get busy…service my pleasure spot…do it.”
He went at it with full “force”, licking and licking.
“OHHHH…YEA…SERVICE ME…YEA…MMMMMMMMMMM…YEA…FEELS SO FUCKEN GOOD…I’M GONNA CUM…I WILL…I WILL…OHHHHHH…YEA…IT’S ALMOST THERE…OHHHHHHH!!!”
LICK! LICK! LICK!
Finally, she hand an orgasm, arching her head back and screaming, “ AHHHHHHHHH…YEA…YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS…OH YEA…FUCK YEA…YESSSSSSSSS!!!”
After she caught her breath, Jennifer said, “ Open you mouth…all the way…as wide as you can.”
He obeyed. A moment later, he could taste the warm yellow stuff as it gushed from her cunt, the woman peeing into his open mouth, pissing and pissing until she was done.
Like a fool, the guy just knelt there as he closed his lips and held still, his mouth full of piss.
“Get up and go into the bathroom…on the other end of the apartment there…before the kitchen…you can spit it into the toilet.”
Quickly, the guy ventured over into the bathroom and knelt before the toilet and spit out all of her warm piss. When he was done, he went over to the sink and rinsed out his mouth, finally returning to the living room, where she said, “ Yep…you are pathetic…a big nothing…so why don’t you get down on your knees again and KISS MY ASS!!!”
“Yes ma’am…I hear and obey.”
His heart raced like crazy now as he sank to his knees behind her and moved his face toward her nice smooth, round, and curvaceous butt. He pressed his lips to her ass and began kissing with total enthusiasm, the guy also saying, “ I respect you…ma’am…mistress…I obey you…yes ma’am…I respect you!!!”
KISS! KISS! KISS!
He went on and on as she turned her head back now and then, looking down at the guy with a conceited smile, the young lady taking pleasure in the fact that someone actually paid her so he can kiss her backside.
As he kissed away, she kept insulting him, saying, “ You’re a fool…a jerk…you told me before at our last session that you ain’t married. Well…I hope when you do get married that your wife enslaves you…makes you kiss her ass everyday…I hope she pees all over you…I hope you end up completely dominated by her.”
Jennifer’s words really turned him on. As a result, he finally laid down on his back and faced the ceiling. Seeing this, the lady simply sat down, parking her ass right into his face, just sitting there now as he took hold of his cock and whacked himself off.
“You like my ass in your face…don’t you…yea…it’s all about domination and control…right?”
He couldn’t answer with her butt on his head. The guy just whacked away until he finally did it, cumming up into the air.
When he was done, the guy cleaned himself off and went back into his clothes.
“That was pretty good…you sure got all the humiliation you deserved…don’t you think?”, said Jennifer.
“ Yes mistress…you’re the best dominatrix I’ve ever been to.”
She smiled with self infatuation and then lead him to the door. The guy left the apartment, went down to his car, got in, and drove off.
Alone in the apartment again, sexy Jennifer grabbed her two piece leather outfit from the couch together with the equestrian stick and ventured back to the bedroom, where she put the stuff away and went up to a full length mirror. Wearing only the boots, the naked lady stared at her own reflection, bobbing up and down on her toes, taking in the image, the lady impressed with her own appearance, her face radiating vanity, pride, and complacency. She saw herself as perfect, her ego larger than life, needing no improvement, and any problems that came her way were always someone else’s fault, never hers.
Done with the mirror, Jennifer slipped out of the boots and put her regular clothes back on. Wearing her blue jeans and T-shirt again, the brunette went back into the two thigh high boots, pulling them over her jeans, the two things going well over her knees.
She left the bedroom and returned to the living room. She took the coffee cup back to the kitchen, washed it out, and then poured herself another cup of the black brew, firing up a fresh cigarette as well. She finished off the coffee and then opened the refrigerator, where she removed a bottle of whiskey. Taking up the shot glass, she returned to the living room and poured herself a drink, followed by another. Feeling the effects of the alcohol, Jennifer removed an LP record from a bookshelf and placed it down on the phonograph going with her stereo. A moment later, a song from the Stones call “Ticket to Ride” came over the speakers and the young lady began dancing around to the measures, enjoying the music, the cocaine, booze, and coffee getting her all excited, affecting her behavior.
As more songs from the same group played away, Jennifer poured herself another drink and finally went out on the front porch and began yelling forth for anyone to hear, “ IT’S FRIDAY…FRIDAY…IT’S FUCKEN FRIDAY…YEA…IT’S THE WEEKEND…YEA…TIME TO GET DOWN…GET DOWN…YEA…FUCK YEA!!!”
Some guy walked by, looked up, but said nothing. He only shook his head and kept walking, eager to be on his way.
She went back inside, had another drink, and then flopped her nice ass to the sofa, reaching forth for a TV guide laying on the coffee table. She looked through the thing and saw a horror movie at eight o’clock. She glanced at her watch and realized she had only five minutes till the thing started. Using some effort now because of all the booze she drank, the bitch pulled her ass up off the sofa and staggered into the the kitchen where she got a bag of potato chips and can of sprite pop, returning to the living room again. She shut off the stereo and turned on her TV, finally falling down into the couch. The lady placed her feet up on the coffee table, opened the pop can and the potato chip bag, and then watched the movie for the next two hours, munching away at the bag of junk food, drinking the pop, and even pouring herself a few more shots of whiskey.
At ten o’clock, the movie was over and it was now dark out. She was now half drunk. Jennifer pulled herself up from the sofa and turned off the TV. She went back to the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee, fumbling her way through everything she did. As the coffee brewed, Jennifer removed the plastic bag with the white powder and again snorted some cocaine. Immediately, she “woke up”, the effects of the booze diminished as the strong stimulant did its thing, making her feel all lively and energetic again. However, as she snorted the stuff, she realized she used it all up.
When the coffee was done brewing, she poured herself a cup and drank the stuff, pumping another stimulant into her system.
Done with the coffee, she fired up a cigarette and then went up to the phone. The sexy brunette picked up the receiver and dialed some number. She finally heard some guy say, “ Hello?”
“ Hi…it’s me…Jenny…so how are you doing?”
“ I’m OK…so I guess you need more…right?”
“ Yea…can you give me some…I’ll pay you next week.”
“ No…you gotta pay now…no more of that shit…you take forever to pay…pay up or nothing.”
“ C’mon…can’t you help me out.”
“ No.”
“C’mon…I’ll let you fuck me…you can come over now if you want.”
“ No…I got all the whores I need…pay now or nothing.”
Desperate for more of the drug, she kept pleading, “ C’mon…just this last time.”
“ I though you told me you got two jobs…that stockroom thing and that dominatrix stuff.”
“ Yea…but I don’t always get all the hours I want from that store…and I only make so much as a dominatrix…I’ll need that money for shopping and stuff.”
“ Of course…”, said the guy, laughing now, “…they probably don’t want you at the store most of the time…I bet you’re the laziest worker there…so how many times did they write you up already?”
“Fuck you…stop being such a jerk.”
“Look…it’s money up front or nothing.”
Jennifer was about to slam down the phone when she suddenly thought of something, saying, “ OK…OK…tell you what.”
“ Yea?”
“I’ll get you some money…but would you also take other things?”
“ Like what?”
“ Jewelry, watches…you know…stuff like that.”
“ Um…yea…”, said the guy, “…and don’t try to cheat me…I know fake shit from the real stuff.”
“ No…it’s real.”
“So you got stuff like that or are you gonna get it from someone else?”
“ Don’t worry about it…it ain’t your problem…you said you’ll take the stuff and that’s it…right?”
Thinking for a moment, the drug dealer guy said, “ OK…fine…I’ll take it…you’re right…it’s none of my business how you get it…I don’t wanna know anything…just give me the stuff and we’ll make a trade.”
“Good…so can I see you tonight at the usual place…around midnight?”
“ Fine…no problem…and I assume you’ll want the same amount of “candy” like before?”
“ Yea.”
“ OK…see you then.”
“Bye.”
She hung up the phone and poured herself another cup of coffee, also firing up a fresh cigarette. She drank the coffee and then left the kitchen where she ventured out to the living room and grabbed her purse from the sofa, finally leaving the apartment using the front door. Down on the lonely and dark street, she took in the night’s air, a gentle breeze caressing her frame as she stood there, staring down toward Lake Avenue. A dirty smile forming on her face, she nodded to herself and began walking until she reached the second last house on the west side of the street. Looking both ways, she was happy to be all alone. Slowly, Jennifer went up the front steps of the house and finally stood on the porch before the font door. The sexy brunette didn’t know the person’s name who lived there, but she did know that he was a very old man who live alone, the guy needing a walker to move around, his frame all weak and feeble.
Not feeling anxious or anything, the young lady knocked on the door. It took a while, but eventually, she saw a curtain move in the window to her right, an old person looking out the window. She made a big friendly smile and waved at him. The old man naively opened the door and said in his weak and crackly voice, “ Yes…what can I do for you?”
Before he knew what was going on, Jennifer pushed at his chest and the guy together with his walker fell back into the place, the man finally falling down to the floor!
She stepped in the house and closed the door behind her.
“What do you want…please…what are you doing?’, cried the old guy as he laid there on the floor.
Showing no mercy, she immediately established her dominance by kicking the man in his face with her right boot, causing his mouth to bleed.
“Please…no…help!”, yelled the man, hoping someone outside would hear him.
“ No one’s gonna help you…you old fuck.”, said wicked Jennifer as she moved the toe of her boot to his bloody mouth and pushed it in, blocking his words, also mocking the victim.
After she removed her foot and stood there before him, the guy looked up at her, the old man realizing she was serious and a his life was in danger. As she gazed up at her, the brunette shifted her weight a little and stared down at him, eyeing her prey. From his perspective, she looked like a towering giant, a powerful being, a goddess from another world.
“ Please…I didn’t do anything to you…what do you want?”
“Got any money?”
“ Um…no…please…go away…please!”
“ Fuck you…don’t give me that shit…you gotta have money.”
Jennifer squatted before the feeble eighty seven year old as he just laid there with his whole body shaking. She reached to his back pocket and removed his wallet. She stood up straight again and opened it, seeing thirty two dollars in cash. The evil bitch removed the money, stuffed it into her purse, and tossed his walled to the side.
She returned her attention back at the man down by her feet and said, “ You lied to me…why did you lie to me…who the fuck do you think you are?”
Again, the psychopath kicked him in the face, knocking three of his teeth out, more and more blood flowing from his mouth, some of it down his neck and onto the floor. The young lady squatted again before the man and asked with wicked evil humor, “ Does it hurt…are you in pain?”
He tried to yell out again with no effect. She laughed and then stood up again.
Eventually, he managed to speak again, saying, “ Please…leave…leave me alone!”
“Where do you keep your jewelry and shit…you know…do you got anything made of gold?”
He was about to lie again, but decided not to, saying, “ It’s all upstairs in the bedroom…on the dresser…the box.”
She kicked him in the stomach as hard as she could, knocking the wind out of him. At a casual pace, Jennifer strolled over to some steps and went upstairs. In no time, she found the bedroom and went up to the dresser. Sure enough, she found the jewelry box sitting there. After she opened it, a smile crossed her lips. The young lady reached in and removed a gold ring, a gold necklace, and an old pocket watch of the same color.
When she returned down to the living room, she suddenly saw the old man crawling toward the kitchen. She walked up to him and said, “ What? You trying to crawl to the phone and call the cops or something…ha ha…that’s a joke.”
Using her right boot, the dirty brunette rolled him to his back again and stared down at him, saying, “ So what are you gonna do if I just leave and walk out?”
“ Nothing…please…leave me alone…you got what you want…please.”
“ You’re gonna call the cops…just like you were trying to do now.”
“ No…I just wanted…”
Before he could finish, she kicked him in the side of the head and yelled, “ Don’t give me your shit…you old fuck…it’s time for you to die!”
“ No…please…no!”
Taking pleasure in all his fear, she said, “ You really wanna live?”
“ Yes please!”
She moved the sole of her right boot over his face and said with amusement, “ Lick the bottom of my boot…then I’ll maybe think about letting you live…maybe.”
Terror and fear gripped the man as he slowly did what she said, sticking out his tongue and licking away at her boot’s sole, his mouth still aching from her previous assault.
After five minutes went by, she pulled her foot away and went over to a sofa in the living room, dropping down her purse containing all the stolen items. She returned to the man and then turned around, finally opening her jeans, pulling them down to her thighs, doing the same with her panties. Like nothing, she squatted over his head and then pissed down at him, right in his face, the bitch pissing and pissing until she was done!
Finished, Jennifer stood up and pulled her clothes back in place.
Suddenly, without warning, Jennifer raised her right foot and then quickly brought it down into his face. Again, she stepped into his face, this time making sure the high heel went into his left eye socket!
“ No…please…you said you’d let me live…please!”
“ I said fucken maybe…so fuck you…die you old fuck…die!”
She stomped away at his face over and over, going on and on, jamming the heel into him repeatedly, doing this none stop while yelling, “ FUCK YOU…DIE…I’M THE POWER HERE NOW…I OWN YOU…I DECIDE IF YOU LIVE AND DIE…ME…YEA ME…FUCK YOU…DIE DIE DIE…FUCK YOU!!!”
Over ten minutes went by until she finally stopped. As she caught her breath, Jennifer stared down at the dead guy, his whole face looked like a mangled mass of flesh, his remains didn’t even look human anymore.
Satisfied with her heinous act, Jennifer strolled into the kitchen and found a dish towel. She wiped her boot clean and tossed the towel to the side. In the living room again, Jennifer got her purse, fired up a fresh cigarette, and simply left the place like nothing happened. Once outside, she strolled down to Lake Avenue and went over to the nearby corner store. She bought a can of beer, left the store, and slowly headed home again, drinking the stuff. Finished with the beer, she tossed the can to the side and walked the rest of the way home.
Inside her apartment, Jennifer placed her purse down on the sofa and put a record on the turntable, the song “Ruby Tuesday” from the Stones playing forth now. She fired up another cigarette and then slouched herself down into the sofa, just sitting there while she took in the song. After the song ended, a few more songs from the Stones came forth until the record ended and she just sat there in the silence.
She finished off her cigarette and continued to sit there, thinking about what she did, the images going in and out of her twisted mind. This was the first time she ever killed someone and she wasn’t in the least bothered by it, not even nervous about getting caught. The only thing she felt was a lingering excitement, a stimulation that wouldn’t let go.
Slowly, Jennifer opened the front of her jeans and pulled them down a little, exposing her cunt. She moved her hand to her pussy and slipped her middle finger up her opening, finally massaging her clit. As her pulse got stronger and faster, the hot looking young lady kept playing with herself, the images and pictures of the dead man going in and out of her head, her mind replaying the whole crime as she played away with her cunt.
“OHHHHH…YEA…YEA…FUCK YEA MAN…THAT WAS SO GREAT…I HAD TOTAL POWER…KILL…KILL…KILL…YESSSSS…KILL…KILL…YESSSSSS!!!”
A minute later, the diabolical wench came, cumming herself to euphoria, turned on by the death of another, her mind incapable of regret or remorse.
She pulled up her clothes and got up off her terrific ass, going back to the kitchen where she made herself another cup of coffee, fired up a cigarette and then ventured out the back door, going out on the back porch, seeing the rear steps of the other apartment buildings in the distance on the other side of the huge grassy school yard. She loved the night, the lonely feeling it produced when she was all alone. For the next few minutes, Jennifer just stood there, looking up at the moon now and then, enjoying the light breeze and the distant sound of traffic coming from Detroit Avenue a half mile away. Finally, she went back inside, locked the door and went out to the living room, where she grabbed her purse and left, going out the font door.
Jennifer fired up another cigarette and walked over to her car. She got in and drove up to a bar at the corner of Detroit and West 74th Street. Once inside the place, sexy evil Jenny strolled up to the far end of the counter and parked her ass. She ordered a drink and just waited, looking at her watch now and then, finally seeing midnight.
“Hi Tod…have a seat.”
The guy sat down next to her and quietly said, “ Hello Jenny…so you said you got something for me.”
“ Yea.”
She reached into her purse and produced the gold ring, handing it to the man. He studied it for a moment and said, “ OK…not the purest gold, but here…follow me out to my car.”
Under the cover of darkness, Jennifer followed the guy. When they got to his car, he opened the glove compartment and gave her a small plastic bag of the white powder. She stuffed it into her purse and then produced the necklace, asking, “ Will this get me another bag?”
Again, he spent a few moments looking at the thing and finally said, “ Yea…OK.”
He gave her another bag and then left, driving away.
Back by her own car, Jennifer got behind the wheel and drove home, parking in the same place before the swimming pool. Happy to have more of the wicked stuff, she went back up to her apartment and snorted some of it, getting herself all high and uplifted again, a big smile on her face as she left her purse on the kitchen table and grabbed a small transistor radio on the kitchen counter, turning it on, hearing the song “White Rabbit” come forth from the small speaker. She attached the battery operated thing to her pants belt, grabbed a full bottle of whiskey from the refrigerator, and left the apartment, going out the front door, walking the short distance to the pool.
It was over thirty minutes past midnight now, the place all deserted and quiet as she strolled across the small field, walked under a huge willow tree, and finally came to a halt before the pool itself, the place enclosed by a fence with small benches in front of the enclosure.
Jennifer opened the bottle and took a drink, hopping up on one of the benches, the song “Little boy” from the Crystals playing now on the radio. Liking the measures, she began dancing around, jumping up and down, the cocaine and alcohol having its effect. Next came a song from the Righteous Brothers, “You’ve lost that Loving Feeling”. The music mixed well with night as she kept dancing to the measures, swaying herself back and forth, getting all turned on.
Five minutes later, Jennifer raised the bottle to her lips and drank another mouth full of the booze. She stepped off the bench and left the area, walking all the way up the street to Detroit Avenue. She went east, strolling along, drinking more and more of the whiskey, listening to the music, dancing around as she went, the girl getting intoxicated.
As she walked along, she noticed she was all alone, no cars in sight. However, a minute later, she saw a bus up ahead, coming her way. The thing eventually came to a halt and out stepped an attractive woman in her early thirties, a leather purse hanging from her right shoulder.
Dressed real nice in a skirt suit and pumps, the woman began walking in Jennifer’s direction as the bus drove off, leaving the lady all by herself now.
She took note of Jennifer up ahead. Immediately, the sandy-haired woman knew something wasn’t right. As a result, she looked down at the sidewalk to avoid eye contact, wishing to keep walking, the lady living only a block away on West 83rd Street. However, as she moved past the Jennifer, the evil brunette took another drink from the bottle and stared at her, even coming to a halt and watching her walk on by.
“So what’s in the purse?”, asked Jennifer.
The woman said nothing, she just kept walking, trying to avoid the drunken bitch.
“I said what’s in the purse…can’t you hear me?”, said the dominatrix, this time sounding more intimidating.
The lady didn’t answer, she only kept her eyes to the sidewalk and kept walking, picking up her speed.
Jennifer turned off the radio, turned around, and followed her. When she caught up with the woman, Jennifer moved her face right into lady’s face and said, “ Can’t you talk…don’t you like me?”
Smelling the booze coming from Jennifer’s breath, the woman just kept walking until the brunette screamed,, “ You’re a fucken bitch…you know that?”
Fear gripped the woman as she finally said, “ I’m just walking home…that’s all.”
“ Yea…”, mocked Jennifer, “…what happened…had to stay late at the office…bet you work in downtown…some fucken secretary or something…right?”
“ Please…leave me alone…I just wanna go home.”
Jennifer could feel and sense the woman’s fear, the evil dark-haired bitch drawing strength from it, feeding off it, the lady’s fear arousing her passions, giving her a sense of power.
As Jennifer walked along side the lady, taking a few more drinks from the bottle, she said, “ I bet you did real good in school too…I know you’re type…you were one of those fucken kids who always got kids like me in trouble…a real tattletale.”
“ Please…leave me alone.”
“ Yea…we are alone…just you and me…ha ha!”
The woman kept moving, but Jennifer wouldn’t let up, saying, “ So what you got in the purse…any money…how much you got…let me see.”
Suddenly, Jennifer grabbed the purse from the woman. Despite all her fear, the lady tried to take the thing back, pulling at it, trying to rip it from the brunette’s hands with no success. As a result, the lady began running until she finally reached her own house. Seeing this, Jennifer went after her, following the lady up the front steps.
“ Help!”, screamed the lady to no effect, “Help…someone help me!”
Quickly, Jennifer swung the whiskey bottle forward and hit the lady on the head. Dazed, she fell over before the front door as Jennifer began kicking away at her, yelling, “ Fuck you…you cunt…fuck you…bitch.”
Finally, the wicked dominatrix opened the purse and found a set off keys. She reached into the thing and used one of the keys to unlock the door. Jennifer, dragged the lady into the home and pulled her into the middle of the living room. She kicked the lady in the head and then began to search around in the purse, finding twenty five dollars, stuffing the cash into her jean pocket and finally tossing the purse to the side.
Still conscience, but weakened by the blow to the head, the lady begged, “ Please…get me help…I’m bleeding…please!”
Jennifer strolled up to the victim, finished off the rest of the booze, and then squatted before the lady, saying, “ You’re pretty…got a boyfriend…a husband…looks like no one’s here but you and me…where is he…did you just break up with someone?”
Confused and nauseated, the lady foolishly, said, “ My husband’s out of town…had to visit a relative.”
“Oh really…”, replied the brunette, “…I bet you can’t wait till he gets back so you can fuck again…right?”
“Please…leave me alone.”
“ Yea…you want his dick…don’t you…bet you’re all eager for him to get back so you feel his dick deep inside of you…right?”
“ Please…please…go away.”
Mocking the woman, sick Jennifer said, “ But why wait…you can feel it all now.”
The sick psychopath reached for the lady’s skirt and pulled at it, pulling down to the poor woman’s knees, doing the same with her panties, exposing the woman’s pussy. Her sadistic urges taking control, Jennifer shoved the top end of the empty whiskey bottle into the lady’s vaginal opening, pushing it in with full force, saying, “ There you go…now pretend it’s your husband’s cock…yea…see…in and out…in and out!”
Jennifer pushed the thing back and forth, fucking the lady with it, this time yelling, “ I wanna hear you…I wanna hear how you like it…yea…tell me how you like it…moan and yell like you do with you husband…c’mon!”
“ Please!!!”
Jennifer forced the thing in even further, saying, “ I wanna hear it…yea…let me hear it.”
The pain was intense, the bottle forced up into her uterus now, making her bleed, causing the lady to comply, saying, “ Yea…yes…oh…yes!”
“ Louder!”
“ Yes…ohhhhhh…yes…YESSSS…YEA…DO IT… FUCK ME!!!”
A huge smile of victory and satisfaction crossed the brunette’s face as she finally pulled the bottle from the lady’s abused cunt and threw it to the side, standing straight again, walking away from the insured woman and strolling into the nearby kitchen, where she found a steak knife and returned with it to the lady.
Wasting no more time, Jennifer squatted before the woman and plunged the thing into the lady’s chest, stabbing the poor victim five times, making sure she was dead. At a casual pace, the evil brunette tossed the knife to the side and simply stood straight again, finally leaving the house, strolling back to West 85th Street, going over to the pool again, parking her ass to one of the benches.
It was past two in the morning now as she just sat there, listening to only the gentle wind, the lady all alone, the night’s eerie silence surrounding her. She continued sitting there, not bothered by much of anything, her reptilian mind only affected by the sights and sounds of the night, making her feel more relaxed now. Slowly, Jennifer stretched herself out on the bench and finally fell to sleep, just laying there, sleeping off the drug and the booze.
The next morning, she woke up, feeling the sun’s early light strike her pupils, making her squint a little. With some effort, the young lady sat up and felt the hangover. She held her head for a few moments and then stood up. She dragged herself over to her place and went up to her apartment. Inside her place, she went back to the kitchen and removed one of the plastic bags from her purse left on the kitchen table. Jennifer snorted some of the white powder, the drug waking her up, getting rid of the hangover. Feeling better now, the brunette took the second bag of cocaine out of the purse together with most of the cash. She stuffed both bags and the money into the drawer going with the kitchen counter and finally made herself a cup of coffee and smoked a cigarette.
After eating some cereal for breakfast, Jennifer took a shower and got dressed again, going into similar clothes, a pair of jeans, a dark colored T-shirt, and of course her boots, pulling them up to her thighs like always. She raised her hairs back up to her usual Greco-Roman Updo and then went down to her car, where she started the engine and drove off, headed up to the West 65th Street Pick-N-Pay supermarket, buying some groceries she needed. Back at home again the sadistic cunt put the groceries away and then got her laundry together, stuffing it all into a huge duffle bag, taking it down her old rusted car. She drove up to a laundromat at the corner of Lake Avenue and West 76th Street, washing all her clothes. Finished, she went home again and put all her clothes away in her bedroom closet and the dresser.
Having the rest of the day to herself, the sociopath decided to enjoy the nice summer day and go to the beach for a while. As a result, she quickly went in to her bedroom, took off all her clothes, and went into a super skimpy black bikini. However, instead of putting the boots back on, she simply slipped into a pair of flip flops. Out in the kitchen, she ate a quick lunch, drank another cup of coffee and grabbed her purse together with a beach towel, finally going down to her car. She drove a few blocks down to Cleveland’s Edgewater Park, where she parked the car, got out, and ventured over to the beach, spreading out the huge towel on the sand between a bunch of other people, the place all crowded, hundreds of people everywhere. She sat her terrific ass down, removed the flip flops, reached into her purse, and grabbed her cigarette pack.
The sexy attractive brunette fired up a cigarette and just sat there, smoking away, looking out toward the Lake.
As she sat there, she took note of a young couple next to her, the guy glancing over in her direction now and then, checking her out, the guy’s girlfriend obviously not too happy with Jennifer’s presence.
The malicious side of her character taking hold like always, Jennifer slowly stood up and deliberately turned around, making sure her perfect ass was aimed right in the couple’s direction, after which she squatted, and pretended to rummage through her purse, looking for something, taking her good old time, keeping her backside aimed at the guy, a dirty smile forming on her face.
Suddenly, she heard a smacking sound as the other lady hit her boyfriend, yelling, “ Stop staring at that fucken bitch!”
The guy looked embarrassed and said, “ What…what are you talking about…I ain’t looking at anything.”
Jennifer was determined to start some trouble. She stood up and kept “looking” for something in her purse, making a few steps backward until she “accidentally” bumped into the man and fell back, landing right on top of the guy’s lap.
Knowing Jennifer did it all on purpose, the other lady jumped to her feet and screamed, “ YOU FUCKEN WHORE…YOU DAM BITCH…GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERE!”
Feeling no fear or anything, Jennifer looked straight at the other lady and said, “ What’s wrong…afraid I’ll take him away from you? Oh wait…I think I feel something pressing up against my ass…yep…he’s getting a hard-on!”
The other lady had the look of pure hate on her face, ready to pounce and kill. However, when her eyes locked with Jennifer’s eyes, the lady suddenly felt deflated, stunned into silence by something she never experience before, the lady staring straight into the depths of pure psychopathy, her instincts telling her to run, to get away and never come back. As a result, the woman grabbed her things, took hold of her boyfriend’s arm, pulled the guy out from under the wicked brunette, and left, quickly leaving the beach and the park.
A smug expression on her face, Jennifer reached for her purse, removed a couple of dollars, stuffed the bills between her two succulent and shapely breasts, and then walked toward the water, allowing the waves to massage her feet. She strolled alone the water’s edge, headed toward a concession stand at the far end of the beach. She bought herself a vanilla shake with the money and then went back to the beach again, again walking alone the water’s edge, holding the cup, sucking at the plastic straw.
One of the people on the beach had a portable radio playing. As Jennifer strolled by, the song “Crimson and Clover” played forth, acting as background music while all the guys began staring at her, taking note of her super attractive physique, the lady walking along, the milkshake in her hand.
A moment later, some guy began whistling at her, followed by another and another. Soon, they were even yelling, “WOW…LOOK AT THAT…LOOK AT THAT BITCH…MAN…IS SHE SOMETHING!!!”
Some other guy screamed, “ NOW THERE GOES PLAYMATE OF THE MONTH!!”
Followed by another, “ SHE’S EVEN BETTER THAN ANY PLAYMATE…I’VE NEVER SEEN A BROAD THAT GOOD LOOKING!!!”
It didn’t take long, and half the guys on the beach were staring and yelling after her, even getting the attention of the life guards sitting up on their towers. She just kept walking, conceit on her face, the woman enjoying it all, knowing she was someone “special”, her ego bathed in vanity, the young lady taking note of all the other women, amused by the angry, hate filled expressions on all their faces.
Suddenly, some lady sitting on a nearby blanket yelled, “ FUCK YOU…BITCH!!”
Jennifer came to a halt, looked toward the woman’s boyfriend, and slowly sucked away at the straw, giving the man a seductive look, finally pulling the straw from her mouth and licking the white cream from her upper lip, her eyes locked with his.
The woman stood up and kept yelling. However, as soon as Jennifer shifted her gaze and stared at the her, the woman got silent for a moment until she looked away, smacked the side of her boyfriend’s head and yelled toward some other people, “ This is all bullshit…who does that fucken cunt think she is?”
Another woman joined in followed by another and another, finding security in numbers. Only now did they march forward, toward Jennifer, yelling, “ GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE OR WE’LL BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU…YOU DAMN FUCKEN BITCH!!”
Suddenly the tides were turned. Jennifer felt a surge of fear go through her frame, the brunette even moving back now a little, terrified at the mob of women in their swimsuits coming right at her.
To her relief, three of the life guard men quickly got down from their towers and ran toward her, finally standing between her and all the other angry women.
“KILL THAT BITCH…GET HER OUTTA HERE!!!”, screamed all the ladies as the life guards held them at bay.
“What the hell did I do?”, said Jennifer, trying to make herself sound innocent.
“What’s going on here?, asked one of the guards.
“ Don’t give me that shit…”, replied one of the women, “…you know exactly what’s going on…you were up there staring at her too!!!”
An embarrassed expression on the guy’s face, he nevertheless replied, “ Look…leave her alone or I’ll have to call the police.”
“Call the cops…see if I care.”
“Ladies…please…leave her alone.” insisted the life guard.
As soon as Jennifer heard the word “police”, she decided it was time to go.
Protected by the life guards, the sexy brunette returned to her blanket, grabbed her stuff and went back to her car. She got in a drove home.
Up inside her apartment, Jennifer went into the bedroom and stared at the full length mirror. She stood there for a few moments, her ego bruised and hurt, the narcissistic psychopath trying to hold back the anger swelling up inside of her. Suddenly, she marched over to the dresser and began pounding away at it with her fist, screaming, “FUCK THEM…FUCK THEM ALL…I HATE THEM ALL…I’LL KILL THE WHOLE WORLD…I HATE EVERYONE…HOW DARE THEY DO THAT TO ME…ME…YES ME…ME…!!!”
Eventually, she calmed herself down and went into the bathroom, where she took a piss and then removed the bikini, tossing it into the hamper. She returned to the bedroom and got dressed in her usual clothes, finally slipping into the thigh high boots, going back to the mirror and adjusting her nice Updo, making sure it was set right.
And again, she just stood there and stared at her reflection, calmly saying to herself now, “ I wish I was big…yes big…big…so everyone looks up to me and I look down at them…yes…to crush everyone…I want the whole world to fear me…yes!!!”
Finally, she left the bedroom and ventured into the kitchen. She made herself a cup of coffee and then fired up a fresh cigarette. Holding the cup in her hand, she ventured out to the back porch and stood there, overlooking the field. However, she heard a bunch of commotion to her right and glanced over. From what little she could see, Jennifer could tell something was going on at the pool, a whole bunch of people there unloading things, even placing a huge speaker at the far end of the grassy area before the swimming pool. Still holding the coffee cup, Jennifer descended the back steps, went around the building and finally ventured over to the pool, just standing there on the sidewalk now, not going any further, staying out of everyone’s way, watching everything.
She saw a whole bunch of young people in their late teens and early twenties, dressed in bell bottom jeans and T-shirts. Lots of the young women having only skimpy tube tops around their tits. Many of the guys were unshaven with long hairs, more than half of the people holding beer cans. Some people even pulled up with motor bikes, a whole crowd forming as many of them worked away, setting up tables, a few grills here and there, the woman bringing bags of food.
Curious and excited, Jennifer went up to one of the young woman and asked, “So what’s going on here?”
The girl looked at Jennifer with a stoned and spaced out expression on her face, finally saying, “We’re gonna have a big party tonight…lots of tunes and food…cool…don’t your think?”
“ Can I come?”
“ Yea…anyone’s invited…the whole neighborhood…even though I don’t think there’s gonna be many old people here…you know…you can’t trust anyone over thirty.”
“What time does all this shit start?”
“When the music starts…it all starts.”, replied the sexy young lady, finally walking away now, swaying back and forth, trying hard to keep her balance until she met up with her boyfriend, leaning against the guy now as the young man lowered his hand down to her ass and caressed her butt, both individuals walking back to all the other people at the far side of the field in front of the pool.
Jennifer looked at her watch and realized it was already five thirty. She returned to her apartment and decided not eat super, wishing to take advantage of the all the free food at the party. She nevertheless opened the refrigerator door to get herself a drink, suddenly realizing she was out of booze. As a result, the murdering bitch grabbed her purse and left, going back downstairs. She walked down West 85th Street and finally went over to the corner store, buying herself a bottle of whiskey and a six pack. Back at home again, she poured herself a drink, fired up a cigarette, and ventured out to the living room, where she parked her ass to the sofa and reached for a magazine on the coffee table, reading the next hour away.
Suddenly, she heard the song “Paint it Black”, from the Stones blasting away, the sound coming from the pool area.
“Well…this must be it.”, said Jennifer as she got up and went back to the kitchen. She snorted some coke, had another cup of coffee, and then left, going down to the street. She strolled over to the pool and found the party in full swing, the huge giant speaker blasting away, people dancing around, others gathered around the tables where all the food was set up, alcohol served right in the open, most of the people already getting “buzzed”!
Jennifer went up to the nearest table and said, “ Oh yea…cool…and I’m real hungry too.”
She grabbed a hot dog, placed it in a bun, and put some mustard on it, finally eating the thing, chewing away. Next to her stood a couple, some guy with his sexy girlfriend, the couple also eating some of the food, the girl saying, “ They sure got it all set out…lots of hot dogs and stuff.”
Not able to control her wicked character, evil Jennifer glanced over at the young lady’s boyfriend, gave him a sly look, and said, “ Yea…you’re right…lots of hot dogs here…in more ways that one.”
The guy laughed. However, his girlfriend wasn’t too amused at the wisecrack, the girl saying, “Fuck you…bitch!”
Finished with the hot dog, Jennifer took up another one and said to the girl, “ Here…I’ll trade you…take this and I’ll take your boyfriend.”
“Fuck you…go to hell.”
“Yea…”, said Jennifer, “…and I wanna ride your boyfriend’s dick…so what do you have to say now?”
The young lady wanted to hit Jennifer, strike out and smash her face in. However, she couldn’t work up the nerve as Jennifer kept staring straight at her, the brunette’s eyes reaching into her, sending a cold chill down the girl’s spine, causing the girl to simply take hold of her boyfriend and leave, saying, “ C’mon Jeff…let’s get away from this cunt.”
After they left, Jennifer put the hot dog into another bun and ate it, laughing to herself, also pouring herself a cup of the “fruit punch” served from the same table, the stuff mixed with vodka and whiskey.
Just standing there, Jennifer helped herself to everything, eating more hot dogs, some chips, pretzels, and even drinking more and more of the punch. In no time, she was intoxicated. Feeling the full effect of the alcohol and the cocaine, the bitch lost all inhibition and ran up to one of the benches before the pool, jumped on top of it, and started dancing as the song “Mother’s Little Helper” blasted forth, the brunette moving around faster and faster!
Everyone else was getting into it as well, dancing around, more and more people beginning to take notice of her, especially the guys. She loved the attention, always fascinated by the effect her perfect super attractive body had on men, her vanity always guiding her behavior, making her go that “extra mile”. With a big dirty smile on her face, the bitch turned around and shook her ass back and forth. Suddenly, a huge cheer came from the crowd, followed by a bunch of whistling and catcalling!
It didn’t take long, and someone yelled out, “TAKE IT OFF!!!”
Another guy also yelled, “YEA…TAKE IT OFF!!!”
Spurred on by the crowd, Jennifer reached for her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the side, dancing now with only the bra covering her two magnificent breasts!
And the again, the crowd screamed, “ YEA…MORE…MORE…TAKE IT ALL OFF…YEA!!!”
To the delight of all the guys there, she pulled off her bra and exposed her tits, the dirty bitch still dancing away, shaking her breasts back and forth!!!
“WOW…MAN…LOOK AT THOSE TITS!!!”, cried a bunch of guys up front.
She kept dancing around on the bench, loving all the attention.
Jennifer didn’t let up. She suddenly turned around, reached for her pants belt, and opened it up, finally lowering both her jeans and panties down to her hips, EXPOSING HER NICE ASS TO EVERYONE!!!
“ OHHHHH YEA…YEA!!!”, cried many people in the crowd.
Finally, after another ten minutes, Jennifer pulled up her clothes, went back into her bra and T-shirt, and finally got off the bench, mixing herself with the crowd, lots of the guys following her around, telling her how “great she is”, the women staying away, intimidated by her super good looks and wicked demeanor.
After it got dark out, Jennifer slipped away and returned to her apartment, where she went back to the kitchen, snorted more cocaine, made herself a cup of coffee, fired up a cigarette, and then went out to the back porch, taking a seat in an old chair, listening to the party go on at the pool as the speaker played one hit after another.
It wasn’t until after eleven o’clock came along that the police showed up at the pool, clearing everyone out, the place becoming all quite a desolate again. Still sitting there on the back porch for while longer, Jennifer finally looked at her watch and saw that it was fast approaching midnight. She went back inside, snorted more coke, drank some more coffee, and had a drink, finally lighting up a cigarette and grabbing her purse, going out the front door.
Downstairs, she stepped out onto the street and returned to the pool. This time she was all alone as the moon shined above. Everywhere was trash laying around. She saw paper cups, beer cans, paper plates, and even a few copies of the Playboy magazine laying around, the place a total mess. Nevertheless, Jennifer walked across the grass, under the huge willow tree, and finally went up to the same bench she was dancing on earlier, parking her ass.
She loved the night. Darkness was her refuge, a portrait of her inner being. Like she did many times before, Jennifer just sat there, taking in the night sounds and the gentle summer breeze, enjoying herself. Eventually, however, the diabolical young lady raised her ass and strolled up to Detroit Avenue, wishing to take a walk. She headed west. And just like the previous night, the streets were now all deserted, hardly anyone around.
However, as she walked along, Jennifer saw a black lady in her mid thirties step out the front door of a small steakhouse located near the West 87th Street intersection, the woman carrying a bag and dressed in cafeteria clothes. The brunette watched as the woman crossed the street and finally came to a halt at a bus stop, just standing there now, obviously waiting for the next bus to arrive.
Jennifer looked down at the ground around her, searching around with her eyes until she finally went over to the edge of a fence and picked up a piece of loose concrete, the thing about the size of a grapefruit, placing it into her purse.
Like it was nothing, Jennifer went across the street and walked over to the bus stop. She went up to the black lady and said, “ Hey nigger…why don’t you go back to the east side.”
For a moment, there was only silence as the black lady tried to ignore Jennifer, staring straight ahead.
Jennifer didn’t stop, saying, “ This ain’t your fucken side of town…you black bitch!”
The woman finally turned toward the brunette, gave her a dirty look, and asked, “What’s your problem…something bothering you?”
“ Yea…you bother me…I hate niggers!”
“ Yea…well just go away…leave me alone.”
Before the lady could react, Jennifer quickly reached into her purse and grabbed the piece of concrete, going right up to the lady and striking her on the head as hard as she could. Dazed, the woman staggered backwards as Jennifer again stuck her on the head, doing it seven times until the woman finally fell over and went motionless, her skull cracked open with lots of blood rushing out.
Despite the obvious, the brunette didn’t stop, she began kicking at the dead body, screaming, “ YOU FUCKEN BLACK NIGGER BITCH…STAY OUTTA MY NEIGHBORHOOD…I HATE YOU…I HATE ALL OF YOU…FUCKEN NIGGERS…KILL ‘EM ALL…KILL…KILL…KILL!!!”
She kept going on and on, even stomping at the woman’s face, smashing away with the boot’s heel.
Finally, Jennifer went quiet, acting now like nothing even happened. She tossed the rock to the side, calmly fired up a cigarette, and simply walked away, crossing the street again, going down West 87th Street until she reached Lake Avenue. She strolled up to the corner store and went inside, buying herself a pack of cigarettes and a can of Sprite. She finally headed home again, drinking the pop. Finished with the beverage, she tossed the can to the side, and went up to her apartment, flopping herself down on the sofa, quickly falling to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up, snorted some coke, drank coffee, and did a few other things around the apartment, mostly listening to her records. But for the most part, nothing exciting happened. When Monday morning came around, sexy Jennifer got her things all ready, taking a shower, going back into her usual clothes, fixing her Updo, slipping on the boots, and finally going to work at the department store.
“Hi Jennifer.”, said Sharon, “ How was your weekend?”
Walking into the stockroom, holding a cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette, the brunette replied, “ OK…had lots of fun…especially Saturday night…there was a big party at the pool…we really had a blast.”
“ OK…I had fun too…my family and I went out to Cedar Point.”
“OK.”, said Jennifer in a tired voice as she finished off the coffee, killed the cigarette, and then went to work, pricing some items.
“Did you hear the news?”
“What news?”, responded Jennifer.
“The murders in this area…three of them…it was on the news early this morning.”
Inside, Jennifer got very curious even though she pretended to be impartial, saying, “ Ah…um…yea…what else is new?”
“ No…I’m serious…it happened real close by…in fact…in your area by West 85th street.”
“ Hmmm…like they say…there goes the neighborhood.”, said the brunette, trying to act like it was nothing important.
“ You better be careful when you go out at nights.”
Sounding a little more serious now, Jennifer asked, “ OK…so what happened…what did the news guy say?”
“Well…they found three dead bodies…an old man killed in his house, a lady killed in her house, and some other woman killed on Detroit…they think she was waiting for the bus.”
“Probably niggers did it…aren’t they moving in around West 25th street and shit…that’s not too far…you know how they are…once they move in, the crime goes up…seen one…you’ve see ‘em all.”
“ Um…yea…but one of the victims was black..the lady at the bus stop…that’s what the news guy said.”
“ So…they kill each like flies…what difference does it make…did they say anything about who did it?
“ No…but the police found prints where the man was killed and where the woman was killed in her house…they seem to be from the same person.”
Jennifer suddenly felt a surge of concern go through her veins. However, she felt better when Sharon finally said, “But the news said the police have no match on file…they don’t know who it is.”
“Did they say anything else?”
“They think it was some kind of robbery because a relative of the old man came forward and told the cops some of his jewelry was missing, but on the other hand, the one lady in the house was raped or abused with a bottle or something…I can’t remember all the details.”
“ What about the nigger bitch?”
“ They didn’t say too much about her…nothing about a robbery?”
“Well…like I said…niggers did it…that woman in the house was white…right?”
“ Yea…I think so.”
“That’s why she got rapped…that’s all them black motherfuckers think about…fucking and raping white women.”
“Well…whatever it is…that would be another reason why you should be careful at nights…I’d stay away from the streets at night.”
“ Yea…well…guess that’s just the way it is.”, replied the brunette as she kept working, both women doing this and that.
Eventually, three o’clock came along and Jennifer went home. She snorted some of the white powder, using up what was left of the first bag, after which the evil lady made herself some coffee and poured herself a drink, finally going out to the living room and playing some records, parking her ass to the sofa, just sitting there for the next two hours listening to the measures.
Feeling a hungry now, she left the apartment and went up to the Red Barn place, getting herself some food and a shake to go. At a casual pace, the bitch strolled back down West 85th Street until she reached the pool, where she went up to one of the benches and sat down, eating her super. Looking around, she realized the city cleaned up the place, all the trash from Saturday gone. However, when she was done eating, the woman simply threw the wrappings to the side and drank the milk shake, finally tossing the empty container over toward the grass.
She just sat there, smoking a cigarette now, looking at her watch, seeing is was a little past seven. A few moments later, as she puffed away, Jennifer happened to lean back a little and stare ahead, finally taking note of an old lady across the field and across the street, the woman sitting on her front porch. Despite the distance, their eyes met. Jennifer stared forth until the lady looked away. Just sitting there on the bench, evil wicked Jennifer kept staring, paying attention to the house and anything else that might catch her psychopathic gaze. Eventually, the old feeble looking lady slowly got up with some effort and went inside. Jennifer smoked another cigarette and finally got up herself, going back up to her apartment.
The dark-haired bitch went into the kitchen and snorted more coke, making herself another cup of coffee, pouring herself a drink, and finally lit up another cigarette. Feeling all excited by the drug and the booze, she went out to the living room and again played some records. As the music played “Wild Thing” from the Troggs, Jennifer went out on her font porch and looked up the street, trying to see if she could see the old lady’s house. She didn’t see too much because of the trees and the distance. Nevertheless, the brunette smiled to herself wickedly and nodded her head. She went back inside and strolled through her apartment, all the way back to the kitchen again, where she went up to the same drawer she had her coke and money in. She opened it and searched inside the thing, saying to herself, “ Now where the fuck did I put it?”
Not finding anything, she went to another drawer and finally said, “ Yea!”
In her hand, she now held a long sharp and pointy fish knife, the thing a little rusty, but effective all the same. The brunette strolled back to the living room and put the knife into her purse. When the music ended, Jennifer took up the TV guide and found a horror movie starting a nine. Excited, she looked at her watch and realized she had only fifteen minutes left. Quickly, Jennifer went back to the kitchen and made herself a bowl of popcorn. She made another cup of coffee, removed the whiskey bottle from the refrigerator, grabbed a shot glass, and took all the stuff out to the living room, placing it all down on the coffee table, finally turning on the TV.
For the next two hours, the bitch just sat there, watching the movie, munching on the popcorn and drinking booze, only getting up now and then to take a piss.
When the movie was over, Jennifer looked at her watch and saw it was already past eleven. She raised her ass from the couch and staggered back to the kitchen, all the alcohol making it hard for her to walk. However, she came back “alive” after she snorted some of the cocaine, snorting up a little more than usual just to give herself an extra rush. All awake again, Jennifer made herself a cup of coffee, fired up a cigarette, and finally grabbed her purse, going out the front door.
Once out on the street, she took in the night like she did many times before, loving the late night feeling. She strolled over to the pool and parked ass to one of the benches, no one else around. She sat there and eyed the old lay’s house, just watching it for any sign of activity. To her evil delight, she saw nothing, no lights, no sounds, nothing but darkness and silence.
Slowly, she stood up, dropped her cigarette to the ground, killed it with her right boot, and walked across the grassy field toward the street. After she went across the street, Jennifer strolled up the drive way along side the old lady’s house and came to a halt before one of the basement windows. She squatted in front of it and pushed at the glass. Nothing happened, the window didn’t budge. She went over to the next window and did the same, happy to see that the glass was loose, the base of the wooden frame rotting away from years of weathering and neglect. She peeled the brittle wood away, exposing the edge of the glass. She pulled at the underside side of glass plate and dislodged it, finally taking hold of the whole thing and pulling it forward. After she removed the glass, she quietly set it to the side and finally crawled into the window.
Inside the basement now, Jennifer reached into her purse and produced her cigarette lighter, using it to give her enough light to find her way around. She found the stairs and slowly went up until she quietly pushed at a door and found herself in the kitchen. Having enough light now from the street lights outside, she put her cigarette lighter away and looked around. She saw a passage leading to a dining area and then to living room. Once inside the living room, psycho Jennifer saw a set of stairs leading to the upstairs area. With a dirty smile on her face now, the evil young lady slowly crept up the stairs, doing her best not to make a sound.
When she got upstairs, she looked both ways and finally realized the bedroom would be to her left. Again, she crept along, tiptoeing her way forward until she reached the edge of the room’s doorway. She peeked around the corner and saw the old woman in her bed, fast asleep. Quietly, Jennifer went up to the nightstand and turned on the light. The wicked brunette just stood there now, looking down at her victim, the old person slowly waking up until her eyes went all the way open. When she saw Jennifer standing over her, the old lady made a gasp for air and finally said in a fearful and shaky voice, “What do you want…wait…you’re that person I just saw over by the pool…watching me.”
Looking straight into the old lady’s eyes, Jennifer said with a wicked smile, “ Yea…that’s right…I’ve been watching you.”
“What do you want?”
Wishing to get as much sadistic pleasure from the old person’s fear and helplessness as she could, sick Jennifer slowly reached into her purse and produced the knife, moving it toward the lady’s face, saying, “ Got any money…gold rings, watches…shit like that?”
“ Please don’t hurt me…please!”
Jennifer moved the knife right up against the right side of the lady’s face, finally cutting the woman, making a three inch incision, the lady starting to bleed as Jennifer said, “ You didn’t answer my question.”
The old lady panicked, her mind racing so fast she couldn’t think straight, saying over and over, “ Please…please…no…please!!!”
Jennifer suddenly yelled, “ ANSWER MY FUCKEN QUESTION…YOU OLD BITCH!!!”
“PLEASE…PLEASE…PLEASE!!!”, was all the old lady could say, screaming away, the fear driving her to the point of hysteria!
Under the influence of all the cocaine and alcohol, Jennifer got furious and cried, “ YOU’RE TRYING TO FUCK WITH ME…YOU DAMN BITCH…YOU FUCKEN OLD CUNT!!!”
Like a crazed lunatic, Jennifer began stabbing at the woman over and over non stop, yelling away, “FUCK YOU…DON’T YOU DARE DEFY ME…NO ONE FUCKS WITH ME…YOU FUCKEN BITCH…FUCK YOU…!!!”
Jennifer didn’t stop, she stabbed and stabbed, ripping the lady’s whole chest apart until the sick bitch cut the lady open, ripping out all her insides and throwing the bloody mess all over the room, screaming, “ I HATE YOUR GUTS…I HATE YOUR GUTS…!!!”
However, just as fast as she got angry and crazy, Jennifer suddenly stopped. Like nothing ever happened, she used the bed sheet to wipe the blood off the knife and her hands, finally returning the knife to her purse.
She searched around the bedroom and found nothing of value. Downstairs again, Jennifer searched around until she found an oak cabinet in the dining room. She busted the thing open and found three gold rings together with two hundred and fifty dollars in cash, stuffing it all into her purse. At a casual pace, the wicked monster fired up a fresh cigarette and then went out the front door, leaving the thing open.
It was past midnight now, the moon shining up in the sky. She strolled across the street back over to the pool, finally over to the side of the fence, where she went over to the school yard entrance and walked across the second field over to the play ground. All alone, she sat her ass down on one of the swings, killed her cigarette and fired up another, slowly rocking herself back and forth, puffing the time away until she eventually stood up and went back home, where she entered the bedroom, flopped herself down to the mattress and fell to sleep.
The next morning, she got up and slowly got ready for work, her shift starting at ten today. When she got to work, she saw Sharon again, the lady saying, “ Hi Jennifer…um…you don’t look too good…I mean…like you’ve been up all night.”
“ Yea…I had a good time last night…you know.”
“ OK…but you gotta really be careful now…did you hear the news this morning?”
Jennifer went over to a coffee brewer on a cart set against the wall and poured herself a cup, saying, “ Here we go again…what happened this time?”
“ It’s right were you live…you told me once you live on West 85th…right?”
“ Yea.”
“Well….right across from the pool…an old lady was brutally killed in her own home…the paper boy noticed her front door was open…looked suspicious…so he went to the cops…when they came…they found her body all cut up and cut open…like one of those Jack the Ripper things.”
Pretending like she didn’t know anything about the “incident”, Jennifer said, “You serious? C’mon!”
“ I ain’t kidding.”
A moment later, a man wearing a necktie walked in.
“ Hi Mr. Parker.”, said Sharon.
The manager guy replied, “ Hello ladies…good morning.”
He went up to Jennifer and said, “ Wow…I’m sure you already know what happened near your place…did you see anything?”
“ No…”, answered the brunette, “…but I know who did it.”
The man looked surprised for a second and said, “ Really?”
“ Yea…the niggers…who else…they’re all animals…black bastards…hate ‘em all.”
The guy made a sigh, rolled his eyes, and then said, “C’mon Jenny…you can’t talk that way anymore…the country’s changing…people are getting their rights.”
“ Yea? What about the right to a bigger pay check…what does this cheap place have to say about those rights?”
“ OK…whatever…keep up the good work, ladies…and don’t forget about the truck that’s coming today…it’ll have all that stuff for the hardware department.”
“ OK…have a nice day.”, said Sharon as the guy turned around and left.
After the man left, Jennifer and Sharron spent the rest of the morning working in the stockroom like always. Finally, when the truck came, they helped unload the thing and put all the stuff away.
When her shift ended, Jennifer drove home and did her usual thing, snorting up some coke, drinking coffee, listening to music, and finally going up to the Red Barn place, getting something to eat, finally returning to her apartment. Inside the kitchen, she drank a can of beer, made herself another cup of coffee, fired up a fresh cigarette, and ventured out to the back porch, just standing there, looking out at the field going with the school. Suddenly, she heard the phone in the kitchen ring. Jennifer went back inside and answered the thing, saying, “ Yea?”
“ Um…hello…my name’s Mike and I saw your add in this fetish magazine and…”
She cut him short with, “ And you want a session right…what is it…you wanna kiss my ass and stuff…right?”
“ Ah…yes.”
“Good…you know the price…right?”
“ Yes…it’s in your add.”
“So when do you wanna do it?”
“ As soon as you’re available.”
She looked up at the kitchen clock and said, “ You know…we can do it tonight…is eight OK?”
“ Yes ma’am…that would be fine.”
“ OK.”
After she gave him her address and directions the lady hung up. Eager for more money, Jennifer strolled into the bedroom and went into her leather Femdom outfit, finally staring at herself in the full length mirror, liking how she looked in the boots and the skimpy two piece leather attire. After she straightened her updo, she fired up a cigarette, went into the kitchen again, snorted more of the cocaine, had a shot of whiskey, and went out to the living room, flopping herself down to the couch and reading a magazine, waiting for the guy to arrive. As she sat there, she noticed that her drug habit was slowly catching up with her, the cocaine’s effect not as strong as it was before.
When eight o’clock came around, hot looking Jennifer heard the old buzzer ring. She got up off nice perfect ass and ventured over to the “intercom”, pressing the button. A short while later, someone was knocking on her door. She opened the living room door and was immediately struck by the guy’s appearance. It wasn’t that she found him handsome in any way. In fact, the man looked like a real nerd, his glasses thicker than a bullet proof windshield. However, he radiated intelligence and education in a way she never experience before in a person. The guy didn’t look tough in any way, even wimpy, but his demeanor and eyes made her feel socioeconomically inferior to the point that she even felt a little nervous, something she usually didn’t feel around other people. Nevertheless, Jennifer invited the guy in and closed the door.
Even though this was his first session with her, the man didn’t hesitate, gong down to his knees and saying, “ Hello Mistress Jennifer…you look even better than the picture in your add.”
She felt better now, her vanity caressed and pampered a little by his statement, the woman finally saying, “ Got the money?”
The man got to his feet again and reached back for his wallet, saying, “ It’s fifty dollars…right?”
At this point, all the anxiety left as she said, “ Yea…and a tip would be nice.”
The man nodded his head and produced the cash. After she took hold of the money, the brunette looked down at it and her eyes went wide open for a moment, the guy giving her one hundred a fifty dollars, the tip twice the “official” cost of the session.
“ OK…um…thank you…yea…thanks.”, replied Jennifer, feeling uplifted now as she raced back to the kitchen and put the money away.
Upon her return, she started the session by yelling, “ Well…slave…you’re my sexual property now…take off all your clothes and kneel before me…kneel before my greatness!”
The guy’s pulse went up as he quickly obeyed her, removing all his clothes and falling to his knees, his cock swelling up to a full erection.
Slowly, she ran her hand around the side of his neck, saying, “ Take off your glasses.”
“ Yes ma’am…but I can’t see to well without them.”
“ It’s only for a second…then you can put ‘em back on.”
“ Yes ma’am.”
After he removed the glasses and held them in his hand, she suddenly smacked him across the face, doing it over and over a few times, screaming, “ You think you’re better than me…don’t you?”
Despite the assault the guy just knelt there, taking it all in as she went on, saying, “ The truth is…you’re a pathetic piece of shit who probably can’t even get a girlfriend…that’s why you’re here…when you were a kid, you turned to books to make up for everything else you can’t do…I bet the other kids beat you up everyday and the girls made fun of you…they probably laughed at you all the time…mocked you!”
The guy just knelt there, finally reaching for his cock and jerking off somewhat, looking up to her and saying, “ Yes ma’am…everything you say is correct.”
“That’s fucken right…”, said the dominatrix, “…and I bet the girls really looked down at you…it was so bad that they seemed like giants to you…staring down at you and laughing!!!”
“ Yes mistress…and you seem like a giant to me right now.”
As conceit crossed her face, she turned around, pulled down at her black leather panties, and exposed her ass to the guy. He immediately put his glasses back on and stared forth at her ass, saying, “ I respect you…I respect you!”
“Good…now KISS MY ASS!!!”
The guy kissed away at her butt for the next half hour until he stopped and she took him over to the bathroom and pointed down at the toilet seat saying, “ My ass sits there all the time a few times a day…right?”
“ Yes ma’am…I understand.”
He started kissing the toilet seat, going on and on for about fifteen minutes until she said, “ Lay down on the floor.”
“ Yes mistress.”
After he stretched himself out, facing the ceiling, she lowered her ass right into his face and just sat there for the rest of the session as the guy jerked himself off, finally cumming himself.
When he was done cleaning himself off, the guy followed her back to the living room and got dressed.
“That was a real good tip you gave me…I can always use some extra money…so what do you do for a living?”, asked the brunette.
“ I teach at Case Western…molecular biology and computer science.”
Nodding her head, she asked, “ They pay good…right?”
“ It’s OK…then I make extra from research…you know…grants and stuff.”
“ OK…well…come here as often as you like.”
“Thanks.”
The guy was headed for the door now ready to leave when he suddenly froze and just stood there like he was thinking about something.
“ What’s wrong?”, asked the brunette.
“ Um…well…the research I’m doing is about fighting cancer…in a way never tried before…I’m trying to alter the molecular structure with a combination of radiation and electricity…programmed electrical pulses that affect the RNA of cells so cancer can never happen.”
“ I don’t know anything about that shit…so what’s the point?”
“Well…I’ve used rats and mice…but it doesn’t do much with them…I need a human subject to work with…and so far…everyone I’ve asked said no…like they’re afraid…I even offered them money and they refused.”
As soon as she heard the word “money”, she asked, “ Is this shit dangerous…I mean…could it hurt the person you work on?”
“ I don’t think so…people are just scared…you know…of the unknown and stuff.”
“ How much did you offer?”
“It varied with the person.”
“ Yea…OK…how much world you give me if I did it?”
“ How much would you want?”
“ How long does all this crap take?”
“ You would be at the university lab for about an hour…maybe two the most.”
“Give me five hundred bucks.”
The guy looked at her for a moment and then said to her surprise, “ The company I get the grants from is quiet generous…I can give you a thousand.”
She immediately thought of all the cocaine she could buy and what a real good time she could have with that kind of money, finally saying to the guy, “ OK…yea…let’s go for it.”
He scheduled a time for her two days from now at ten in the morning, using her day off from work. After he gave her directions on how to get to the university, the man left.
Alone again, the bitch jumped up and down a few times, saying to herself, “ Yea…fuck yea…a thousand fucken bucks…yea!!!”
She ran into the bedroom and went back into her regular clothes. Quickly, she entered the kitchen and snorted some more coke, needing more and more of the stuff to get the same effect, the lady saying to herself, “ Who cares…with a thousand bucks I’ll buy all the shit I need…yea!!!”
All stoned again, Jennifer fired up a cigarette, grabbed her purse, and left, going downstairs. When she stepped outside, she realized it was almost dark out. She went down West 85th and strolled over to the corner store, buying a whole bottle of whiskey. Out on the street again, she opened the bottle, arched her head back, and took a huge gulp of the stuff, followed by another. With the open bottle in hand, the woman strolled along, going up Lake Avenue, passing the West 85th Street intersection until she reached the West 83rd Street intersection, wishing to cross the street. By this time, she was already swaying back and forth, the booze having it effect. Ignoring the traffic, Jennifer strolled right through the intersection, taking her good old time, almost getting hit by a car, the driver yelling, “Watch where you’re going…you drunken bitch!” As the car drove away, she yelled after it, “ FUCK YOU…MOTHER FUCKER!!!”
When she got to the other side of the street, she kept walking along, drinking more and more of the whiskey, even singing to herself now. Eventually, she reached the laundromat at West 76th street. The place was still open, ready to close in a few minutes. Nevertheless, she went inside the place and strolled over to one of the chairs, finally parking her ass, only one other customer left in the place, folding up some laundry, a look of fear on the lady’s face as she glanced over at Jennifer now and then, seeing that the brunette was drunk. Jennifer finished off the booze and finally threw the bottle across the room, smashing it against the opposite wall. As the brunette fired up a fresh cigarette, fumbling with her lighter, the other lady quickly ran over to a smaller room and entered. A second later, she came out again followed by the owner. The guy looked over toward Jennifer, then over at the broken glass, and finally said, “ Get out of here.”
Jennifer said nothing at first, the bitch only reached into her purse and produced some cocaine. Right before the eyes of the two people, she poured the rest of her coke supply into her open hand and sniffed it all up, taking a whole bunch of the strong stimulate into her system. Suddenly, she was all “awake” again, the woman finally getting up and going over to the man, sticking her face right into his, saying, “ Yea…make me!”
Despite her menacing appearance, the man held steady and replied, “ If you’re not out of here in two seconds, I’m calling the police.”
Jennifer replied, “ Yea…well here…one…two.”
A second later, she spit right into the man’s face.
There was a moment of silence before the guy turned around and was about to go back to his little office room and call the police. Quickly, Jennifer reached into her purse and grabbed the knife. She stabbed the guy in the back two times as hard as she could. As the guy fell forward, the lady let out a huge scream, holding her head. The customer tried to turn around and run, but Jennifer quickly went up to her, stabbing the lady in the stomach, followed by another two stabs in the chest. After the lady fell over and held still with her eyes wide open, evil diabolical Jenny turned around and looked back at the guy, seeing he was still alive, the man crawling now on his stomach, trying to reach the phone to no effect.
The dominatrix arched her head back and laughed, saying, “ Ha ha…you ain’t gonna do shit…you’re mine now…all mine…ha ha!!!”
At a casual and relaxed pace, Jennifer strolled over to the guy and stood between him and his desk. She raised up her right boot and slowly brought it down on top of his head, saying, “ You’re my slave now…time to obey your mistress.”
As the man struggled with words, he finally said, “ Please…call for help…get an ambulance!”
As huge sadistic smile crossing her lips, Jennifer went over to the phone, picked up the receiver, and asked in a very mocking tone of voice, “ You mean with this?”
“ Please…please!”, begged the guy as he was loosing lots of blood, getting weaker and weaker.
She put the receiver back down and then quickly took up the entire phone, pulling out the cord. The wicked lady returned to the man and simply dropped the phone to the floor right in front of this face. Suddenly, she raised her right boot and began stomping at the thing, smashing it to pieces.
“ Please…please!”, was all the guy could say.
“Worship me…kiss my boots.”, demanded Jennifer as she moved her right boot’s toe to his face.
At this point, he was too weak to do much of anything.
“ I said kiss my boots…do it.”
He made a few sounds but that was all.
Infuriated, the crazy bitch began kicking away at him, kicking his face over and over, stomping down at the back of his head as well. Finally, with the knife still in her hand, the brunette squatted before the guy and stabbed away at him, ramming the knife into his back seven more times, screaming, “FUCK YOU…DIE YOU BASTARD…DIE…FUCK YOU…I HATE YOU…I HATE YOU!!!”
When he was obviously dead, she returned to the main room and went up to the clothes the other lady was folding. She simply used the apparel to clean off her knife, returning the deadly thing to her purse. She again reached into her purse and produced a dime, causally going over to the pop machine, where she bought herself a can of Sprite Soda, opened it, and walked over to the door, finally turning off the lights and stepping outside, closing the entrance behind her. She turned the corner and went down 76th Street, the street all quiet and deserted, no one in sight. The evil young lady walked along, drinking the pop like she didn’t have a care in the world. Eventually, she reached the end of the street and saw the dark and eerie tunnel that went under the train tracks and the shoreway. Right before she entered the tunnel, some guy emerged, walking the other way. As he past her, he glanced at her for a second and then kept walking. Suddenly, Jennifer came to a halt, turned around, and yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU LOOKING AT?”
He looked back for a brief moment, but kept walking. The sick bitch ran up to him and stood right in front of him, blocking his path. She stuck her face right into his and again screamed, “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU LOOKING AT?”
She could sense the fear in his eyes as the guy tried to move around her and keep going. She blocked his path again and yelled into his face, “ WHY DID YOU LOOK AT ME…WHY?”
Eventually, he said, “I was just walking by…that’s all.”
She threw the pop can to the side and said rhetorically, “Yea?”
“C’mon…I wanna get home.”
“You know something…”, said Jennifer, “…I don’t like your fucken looks!”
The guy again tried to walk around her and be on his way. When he had his back to her, the drug crazed psycho bitch quickly reached into her purse and pulled out the knife. Before the guy had a chance, she stabbed him in in the back, doing it three times, screaming, “ FUCK YOU…DON’T YOU FUCKEN LOOK AT ME…I HATE YOU…I HATE YOUR FUCKEN LOOKS…I HATE YOUR GUTS…I HATE YOU…HATE YOU…HATE YOU!!!”
When he fell to the ground, she kicked him in the head several times. He made a few sounds like he was struggling to breath. Finally, the man went still.
She squatted before the corpse and used part of his pants to clean off the knife, returning it to her purse afterward. When she found his wallet, she removed twenty two dollars from the thing. After she tossed his wallet to the side, she went back toward the tunnel and disappeared into the darkness, coming out on the other side, finding herself on the Edgewater Park beach, the place all empty now, no one around. She went up to the water’s edge and walked along the beach, strolling in the moonlight, her mind thinking about this and that until she felt it was time for another fix. She strolled to the upper part of the park and went over to a pay phone by the huge shelter house.
After she stuck a dime into the slot, she dialed Tod’s number and finally heard, “ Hello.”
“ It’s me, Jenny…I’m out…can we meet tonight?”
“ Only if you got something.”
“Of course I do…good stuff too…so what time can we meet?”
“ Um…now if you want.”
“ OK…give me a little time to get back home and get all the shit…then we’ll meet at eleven…OK?”
“ Yea…and I’ll have a few bags for you…depending on what you got.”
“Good.”
She hung up the phone and left the park, using a second tunnel closer to West 85th Street.
Back in her apartment, she got all the stolen items together together with all the cash she took from her victims. A few minutes before eleven, she went down to her car, lowered her nice ass behind the wheel, and drove up to the bar. She ordered a drink and waited for Tod. It didn’t take long and the guy entered the place. They both left the place together and strolled down to his car parked along side the street. When they were both inside, Tod reached over her lap and opened the glove compartment, letting her see ten clear plastic sandwich size bags, each holding a few grams of coke.
The guy said, “So let’s see what you got…then we’ll see how many bags you can get.”
She reached into her purse and produced the rings and the watch. Tod looked at the items and said, “ OK…got any extra cash?”
“ C’mon…”, said Jennifer, “…ain’t that enough.”
“Give me two hundred cash and together with this stuff here…you can have all ten bags.”
She looked at all the cocaine in front of her and said, “ OK.”
She gave him the money, and then grabbed all the coke, stuffing it all into her purse. Jennifer got out of his car and returned to her car, got in, and drove back home. Back in her kitchen, she spread some of the powder out on the kitchen table, grabbed a straw, and snorted up the stuff, immediately feeling the rush, her whole system coming to “life’ again. All excited, the woman grabbed the transistor radio, attached it to her belt, and left the apartment, going down the back steps over to the pool.
Since it was past midnight, she had the place all to herself, jumping up on one of the benches and dancing along to the tunes, the song “Twist and Shout” from the Beatles playing forth now followed by a few hits from the Stones. Twenty minutes later, the woman got off the bench and ventured over to the pool entrance, the place obviously locked for the night, the entrance gate secured with a padlock.
“Fuck.”, was all she said to herself.
However, she suddenly looked back across the field to where her car was parked along side the street. She ventured over, opened the trunk, and removed a tire iron, returning with it to the entrance gate. With a little effort, the bitch busted the lock open and went into the enclosed swimming area, the pool filled with water, the moonlight reflecting from the calm surface, adding more to the night’s lonely mystique.
She went up to the water’s edge and took off all her clothes, finally diving in with nothing on. The water felt good, a relief from the summer’s heat. She swam around for a while until she finally got out and just sat there, letting herself dry off, eventually going back into her clothes. She returned the tire iron to her car and went back up to her apartment, where she had a drink, went into her bedroom, flopped down to the mattress, and fell to sleep.
The next morning, the brunette woke up, got herself ready, snorted some coke to “wake herself up”, and finally went to work.
As Jennifer stood in the stockroom by the coffee machine, smoking a cigarette and pouring herself a cup of the black brew, Sharon came up and said, “ This is getting crazy…can’t the cops find out whose doing all that stuff…I mean…three more people…even at the laundromat.”
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders and said, “ It’s those niggers on West 25th street…that’s where all the crime is coming from these days…that area by the west side market used to be real good…but since all those black motherfuckers moved into that one big apartment complex, there’s been nothing but shit going on.”
“Well…whatever it is or whoever it is…I hope they get him or them…this can’t go on…I’m afraid to go anywhere…even afraid to go shopping in the evenings…this ain’t right.”
“ You can’t let fear stop you living life.”
“ Yea…but what good does that do if you’re dead.”
Jennifer laughed and said, “Ain’t really worried about it…and besides…tomorrow on my day off from here…I’m gonna make a quick thousand fucken bucks.”
Sharon held still for a moment and finally asked, “ You serious?”
“ Yea…one of my clients said he works a Case Western University…wants me to take part in some experiment…something about fighting cancer.”
“ Is it dangerous?”
“ Not according to him…I mean…he did say other people were afraid to do it…but hey…who cares…I want the fucken money.”
“Do you really know this guy…how long has he been a client of yours?”
“ Yesterday was the first time I met him.”
A look of concern on Sharon’s face, she said, “But what if he’s the killer? He might be trying to set you up and get you.”
Jennifer arched her head back and let out a huge laugh, saying, “ Ha ha…you haven’t seen this guy…if you did…you’d know he ain’t the killer!”
“What do you mean?”
“This guy’s a university professor…he’s got “nerd” written all over him…he couldn’t do anything like that if he tried.”
“ Just be careful.”
“ Yea…yea…don’t worry about it.”
A moment later, the manager guy entered, saying, “ C’mon ladies…we got work to do.”
“We were just talking about the killings…three more last night.”, said Sharon.
“ I know…”, replied the guy, “…just heard about it myself…just be careful if you have to go somewhere after dark…but like I said…we still gotta get some work done.”
“ OK Mr. Parker.”, said Sharon as both women went back to work, unpacking some clothes and hanging it all on a huge rack.
When three O’clock came along, Jennifer left the store and drove home. Excited about having a day off, Jennifer open the refrigerator and had a beer, finally snorting up a bunch of coke, over twice her usual amount. And like she noticed before, she needed more and more of the stuff to get stoned and feel the rush. As a result, she opened another bag of white powder and had another “hit”, feeling real “crazy” now, her pulse going up as she finally poured herself a shot of whiskey and went out to the living room, turning on the stereo, hearing the song “Born to be Wild”. She danced around for over an hour with the measures until she returned to the kitchen and drank some more whiskey, firing up a cigarette as well. Finally, she bitch grabbed another beer from the refrigerator and left the apartment, going over to the pool.
Holding the open can in one hand and the cigarette in the other, Jennifer strolled up to one of the benches and sat down, facing the pool area this time, watching some of the people still swimming around for the last hour until the place closes. Eventually, the life guard cleared everyone out and the pool closed for the day. In no time, she was all alone, just sitting there. Finished with the beer, she tossed the empty can to the side and got up off her nice ass, walking across the grassy field back over to the sidewalk, where she strolled up to Red Barn, got something to eat together with a shake, and finally returned to her apartment, eating the food she bought.
Done eating, Jennifer grabbed the milk shake and her purse, leaving the apartment and going downstairs again. She turned right and strolled down to Lake Avenue. She kept walking along until she was on Desmond Avenue, just walking, not planning to go anywhere in particular. When she was done with the shake, she threw the empty container to the side and kept walking. Suddenly, she heard some guy yell, “ HEY…YOU…PICK THAT UP…DON’T THROW GARBAGE ON MY LAWN!”
Jennifer turned around and showed him her middle finger.
The guy yelled again, I SAID GET OVER HERE AND PICK THAT UP!”
Slowly, Jennifer went back to the house and went up on the guy’s front porch, walking right up to him, sticking her face into his, saying, “FUCK YOU!”
He yelled back, “PICK THAT UP!”
Before the man could react, Jennifer quickly reached into her purse and pulled out the knife, stabbing him in the stomach. Taken by surprise, the guy staggered backwards as the psycho brunette stabbed him again, the man finally falling into a flimsy screen door that flew open as the guy fell back into his own living room, laying on the floor, holding himself in pain. She went up to him and kicked him in the side of his head. Suddenly, a woman appeared from the other room, saying, “ What’s going on here…what…?”
When the lady saw Jennifer with the knife, the woman froze for a second, held her mouth, and then turned around, wishing to run away. The drug crazed bitch went after her, stabbing her in the back four times, the lady falling to the floor. She made a few sounds but finally went still.
Like some lunatic, Jennifer kicked away at the dead body, screaming, “ FUCK YOU BITCH…YOU FUCKEN CUNT…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU!!!”
Jennifer finally went back to he man, the guy laying there holding his stomach, blood all over his shirt and hands, the man getting weaker and weaker.
She squatted before the man and held the knife over him.
“ Please…don’t…please!”
“What’s wrong…’, said Jennifer, “…not so sure of yourself anymore…are you?”
The brunette began “playing” with the guy, teasing him with the knife, making it look like she was going to stab him again, but then moved the knife away, doing this over and over.
“ Please…stop!”, begged the man.
“ You really wanna live…don’t you?”, said Jennifer.
“ Please…please!”
“That bitch I just killed is your wife…right?”
With some effort, the guy nodded his head, again saying, “Please…don’t kill me!”
“Tell you what…”, said the sick and twisted brunette with an evil smile, “…I’ll let you live…but you gotta first show me how you do it with you wife there..yea…let me see how you fuck her.”
The man could only hold up his hand and say, “No…don’t do this…why?”
“Why?”, replied Jennifer, “Because you pissed me off…that’s why!”
“ Please!”
Showing no mercy, the dominatrix said, “ Now fuck her…or your dead!”
The man turned his head and looked over toward his dead wife, but that was all he could do, the man way too weak to move or even crawl.
Jennifer stood up again and said, “ Here…I’ll make the whole thing easy for you.”
The crazy bitch strolled over to a table in the living room and placed her purse and knife down on top of it. She went over to the dead body and removed all its clothes, stripping the corpse naked. She dragged the dead lady over to the man and laid the corpse on its back next to the bleeding guy. Finally, she opened his pants and pulled down at it, exposing his cock.
Using some effort, Jennifer rolled the weakened man on top of his dead wife and laughed, saying, “ There you go…ha ha…now fuck away…let’s see what you can do.”
Knowing full well that he couldn’t do what she asked, Jennifer nevertheless kept saying, “ Fuck her…let’s go…fuck…fuck…yea fuck.”
She kept mocking the man, this time yelling,” YEA…FUCK…FUCK…FUCK HER…FUCK HER…LET’S SEE YOU BANG AWAY AT HER…HA HA!!!”
At this point, the man was so weak he couldn’t even speak anymore, not able to beg for his life, the blood still flowing from his system, running down to the floor around him.
“I SAID FUCK HER…FUCK HER!!!”, screamed the dominatrix over and over until she began kicking him in the head several times.
A minute later, the brunette went back to the table and retrieved her purse and the knife, going back to the man. She stabbed him in the back five times, yelling, “ DIE YOU BASTARD…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU…DIE!!!”
After the guy was dead, Jennifer went over to the dead lady’s clothes and used the shirt to wipe the knife clean, returning the sharp thing to her purse. She went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found a can of pop. At a casual pace, the brunette strolled out to the front porch, drinking the pop. Done with the beverage, she simply threw the empty can down on the front lawn and left, walking back down Desmond from where she came until she got to Lake Avenue and entered the corner store, buying herself a beer and a pack of cigarettes, finally walking back to her place, drinking the beer and smoking a cigarette. Before she got to her apartment, she finished off the beer and tossed the can to the side. Up in her apartment again, Jennifer snorted some more coke, had a drink, and then watched at horror movie for the next two hours.
When the movie was done, Jennifer went back to the kitchen, going out on the back porch, enjoying the night air, the moon shining bright in the sky, the lady smoking a cigarette as well. She just stood there for the next twenty minutes, thinking about tomorrow and her appointment at the University, the woman eager to get her hands on the thousand dollars.
Feeling tired now, she went back inside and strolled into the bedroom. To lazy to take off her boots and clothes, the evil murdering bitch flopped herself down on the bed and finally fell to sleep.
She got up the next morning and snorted some coke to wake her up. She showered off and went back into her usual style of clothing, finally slipping back into the boots and raising her dark mane to the top of her head like always. She drank a bunch of coffee and ate breakfast. Afterward, she went out to the living room and sat down on the sofa, reading a magazine until she realized it was time to go and head over to Case Western. The attractive brunette grabbed her purse and went down to her car and drove off, using the directions the guy gave her. When she got to the university, Jennifer finally found a parking space and went into the place. Eventually, she found his office and entered.
“ Hi Jennifer.”, said the man.
“ Hello Mike…so you got the shit ready…this experiment or test you’re gonna do on me.”
“ Yes ma’am…and here…this is for you.”
He gave her a check for a thousand dollars. She looked at it and said, “ Yea…fucken cool!”
Quickly, she placed it into her purse and heard the man say, “ OK…follow me.’
She followed the guy down a corridor and into a large room filled with all kinds of equipment. To one corner was a large chair. He pointed at it and said, “ Please go there and sit down.”
“ OK.”
The hot looking brunette went over and parked her nice ass.
Mike went over to some instruments against the adjacent wall and turned the stuff on, also spending over ten minutes making all kinds of adjustments, finally going over to the lady, reading her vitals now, taking her blood pressure, her heart rate, and even her temperature.
“Why you doing all that?”, asked Jennifer, “This ain’t a fucken hospital.”
“ I have to record your readings to synchronize the instruments with your system.
“ Oh…OK.”
The guy took the info he got from her vitals and entered in all into a keyboard attached to a computer that regulated all the other instruments.
Finally, he began attaching wires and cords to her frame, to her forehead, and her arms. The guy even asked her to lift up her T-shirt and expose her stomach, attaching some electrodes there as well.
When he was all set, he took a seat behind the computer terminal and said, “ OK Jennifer…please take a deep breath and then relax yourself.
She did what he said. A second later, the man hit a switch and began the experiment, the guy watching the computer monitor as it gave him a bunch of readouts, the man recording it all on a clipboard. Suddenly, however, one of the machines overloaded, getting hotter and hotter.
“WHAT THE FUCKS GOING ON HERE?”, cried the brunette, feeling some pain now, a surge going through her system, making her feel strange as well.
Startled by the unexpected event, Mike got scared and tried to turn everything off at the terminal before him. It didn’t respond, the equipment kept going and going, causing Jennifer’s body to even vibrate now.
“ GET ALL THIS FUCKEN SHIT OFF ME…GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!”, yelled the brunette, trying to get up with no effect, her body “frozen” in place by the strange surge going through her frame.
Suddenly, all the instruments and the computer overloaded completely and burned out, everything going silent as the young lady’s system went back to normal.
A second later, Jennifer tore off all the wires and ripped herself from the chair, screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO…KILL ME…I NEVER FELT SUCH PAIN BEFORE IN MY WHOLE FUCKEN LIFE…YOU FUCKEN JERK!!!”
“ Sorry…please…it stopped…I think everything is OK with you now…let me check you out.”
“ Fuck you…you ain’t touching me ever again…this shit’s done…I’m outta here…and I’m keeping the money.”
“ Yes…of course…the money’s yours…sorry…something went wrong.”
“No shit…that’s why those other people didn’t wanna do this…you fuck…you could’ve killed me!”
“ Please…take it easy…you seem OK now…you got the money and its all over…you can go whenever you want.”, said the man.
A little more relaxed now, Jennifer said, “ Yea…OK…but I don’t wanna see you ever again…don’t call for another session at my place or anything else…nothing…I’m done here…you can take all your fucken bullshit research and shove it.”
“ OK…like I said…sorry…I don’t know what happened…perhaps I should’ve been more careful…everything is burned out…I don’t think I’ll ever figure out what happened.”
“That’s your fucken problem…I’m gone…and yea…you can KISS MY ASS!!!”
The guy just stood there with a defeated look on his face as Jennifer quickly grabbed her purse and left, going out to her car, finally driving back to the west side. Since she didn’t have a bank account, Jennifer stopped at a supermarket, went up to the service desk, and had the check cashed. She stuffed the bills into her purse and drove home.
Happy that she felt no lingering effects from the experiment, Jennifer went into the kitchen and snorted some coke, eating lunch afterward.
When she was done eating, Jennifer took the cash from her purse and spread the bills out on the kitchen table, seeing mostly twenties. Nodding her head, she smiled and said to herself, “ Oh yea…cool…this is good…gonna get myself some stuff.”
She stared at the money for a few minutes, liking what she was looking at. Finally, the brunette put the bills back into her purse and left her apartment again, going down to her car. She lowered her ass behind the wheel and drove off, headed out to Rocky River, where she went to the Westgate Shopping Mall. Once inside the nice elegant structure, she strolled over to a jewelry shop and entered, looking at all the items of display.
“ Hello ma’am…can I help you?”, asked some guy wearing a suit and tie.
“ Um yea…”, answered Jennifer, “…can I see that watch over there behind the glass…the gold one.”
“ Yes…no problem.”
The man opened the transparent case and removed a beautiful twelve karat gold wrist watch, handing it to the lady. As she held it, she realized the thing was a little heavier and more sturdy that the cheap watch she was wearing.
“Can I try it on?”, asked the brunette.
“ Yes.”
She removed the cheap thing from her wrist and put on the nice watch, saying, “ Yea…feels good…like I’m really wearing something…bet its strong too…won’t break if I bump it into something.”
“ Yes ma’am…we do out best to give our customers quality.”
“OK…I’ll keep it on.”
“ Yes ma’am.”
She looked back down to all the jewelry displayed behind the glass and asked, “What about that?”
“ You mean the necklace?”
“Yea.”
The man removed a nice ten karat necklace holding a beautiful blue sapphire gemstone.
Still holding the thing in his hand, the guy said, “ You want me to put it on you?”
“ Yea…cool…go ahead.”
“OK…step over her by the wall…by this mirror.”
She went over to a full length mirror as the man stood behind her and slowly placed the necklace around her neck, finally snapping it shut.
“So what do you think?”
“ Looks great…”, replied the brunette, staring at herself in the mirror.
As the man stood behind her, he thought to himself, “ That’s not all that looks great…man is this bitch good looking.”
He had the urge to touch her, to caress her neck, to feel her all over. However, he held himself in check and finally said, “OK ma’am…is there anything else you want to look at?”
“ Um…no…I think I’m all set…how much?”
He went back behind the counter and said, “ It’s two hundred for the watch and one hundred for the necklace…plus the tax.”
“ OK.”
As he wrote up the bill, she produced the cash and finally paid the guy, leaving the store, wearing the new items, feeling good about herself, making her feel like someone important. She strolled around the mall, looking at this and that until she realized the afternoon was almost over. As a result, she went back to her car and drove off, headed back to Cleveland. Driving down Clifton Avenue, she looked at her nice new watch and saw that it was already past six. As she approached the West 117th Street intersection, she saw the Blue Fox restaurant ahead. Feeling hungry now and having money to spend, she pulled into the parking lot of the elegant and expensive place and finally went inside. Some waiter guy came up to her and said, “ Hello ma’am…is it OK if I seat you over there by that one table?”
“ Yea…fine.”, replied the brunette, impressed with the everything she saw, this being her first time in the place.
After she sat down, the guy handed her a menu and said, “ I’ll be back…pick out what you need.”
“OK.”
She opened the menu and realized she didn’t know what most of the stuff listed was. When the waiter guy returned, she looked up at him and said, “ Um…you got a steak, some potatoes, salad, and some wine…you know…shit like that?”
The man smiled and finally said, “ Yes ma’am…how would you like the steak done…and would you like to try our red wine.”
“ Make the steak well done…and yea…the red wine sounds good…make sure it’s a whole fucken bottle.”
He turned round, rolled his eyes, and left. A short while later, the man returned and set everything out on the table for her, even opening the wine bottle and pouring a glass for her. She sat there and ate, enjoying the food. Finished, she drank the glass of wine, put the cork back into the bottle, took the bottle with her, and paid the bill, finally leaving the place, driving back home.
Inside her apartment, Jennifer fired up a cigarette, had a cup of coffee, and placed the wine bottle on the kitchen table. She went out into the living room and played a record, listening to some music from the Supremes, the song “Baby Love” coming on first. Liking the measures, she danced around for a while until she returned to the kitchen and drank the rest of the wine. The stuff made her feel a little drowsy. As a result, she strolled into the bedroom and flopped herself down on the mattress, finally falling to sleep.
When she woke up again, the brunette realized it was half past twelve, the room all dark now. She got up and strolled back into the kitchen and snorted a bunch of coke, the stuff waking her up. She had a cup of coffee, fired up a cigarette, and went out onto the back porch, just standing there, taking in the night, enjoying the view with the moon shining above. She stood there for a short while longer until she went back inside and decided to go over to the pool and have a swim, knowing she would have the place all to herself at this time of night. She went downstairs and over to her car, where the wicked lady removed the tire iron and went over to the pool’s entrance gate. Seeing a new lock there now, Jennifer merely laughed to herself and busted the thing open like she did before, finally going into the enclosed area and over to the water’s edge.
The beautiful sexy young lady took off all her clothes and dived into the water. When she came back to the surface, she took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, up at the moon and the stars, the lady feeling uplifted now, the whole scene feeling surreal as the night filled the air with its eerie mystique and quiet calm. She swam around for the next half hour, enjoying herself. However, she suddenly got a strange feeling, something didn’t seem right. As a result, she held still and looked around. Sure enough, when she looked over at the fence, she saw a dingy and shabby looking man standing there on the other side by the benches, the guy’s pants open as he stood there holding his dick, watching her and jerking off. At first, she pretended like she didn’t see him, the naked lady even swimming around some more until she slowly went over to the pool steps and got out of the water. Finally, she looked over directly at the guy. When their eyes met, he quickly pulled up his pants and was about to turn around and leave. However, she moved toward him and said in a soft and seductive tone, “Where are you going…why do you wanna leave?”
Surprised, the man turned back around and went to the fence again.
“ Like what you see?’, asked the super sexy naked brunette.
At first he was speechless, the man just standing there and looking at her.
“ Yea…”, said Jennifer, “…you like my tits…my ass…and everything else about me…don’t you?”
Finally, he said, “ You’re very beautiful.”
“ I know…’, replied Jennifer through the fence, “…that’s why you were jerking off…want me to ride your dick?”
“ Yes.”
“Then come in here…go through the gate there.”
Seduced by her good looks, the fool went into the pool area and strolled right up to the lady.
“Take off all your clothes.’, said Jennifer.
The guy removed everything and finally stretched himself out on his back, laying himself down on the hard concrete ground. She stepped over him and slowly sat down on his erect cock.
After his dick went up inside her huge hairy pussy, the woman moved herself up and down, riding his cock! Suddenly, before the guy had a chance to react, Jennifer quickly reached over to her purse and grabbed the knife. She raised it up and then brought it down into his chest, stabbing the man. She did it again and again, stabbing the guy eight times, killing him!
Like it was nothing, Jennifer got off the dead man and went over to his clothes. She used his shirt to wipe the knife clean and returned it to her purse, getting dressed afterward, finally slipping back into her nice thigh high boots.
She found the guy’s wallet and opened it, saying to herself, “ Man…this is bullshit…only three fucken bucks…what a looser.”
After she kept the money and tossed the wallet to the side, she went up to the dead body. With her right boot, she rolled the corpse over to its side until it fell into the pool, floating face down in the water now, not making a sound. Finally, Jennifer grabbed her purse and the tire iron. She went back to her car and returned the metal thing.
When she was back up in her apartment, she realized it was almost three in the morning. Feeling tired again, the sexy brunette went into the bedroom and flopped down to the mattress with her clothes on, quickly falling to sleep.
The next morning she got up and did her morning routine. After she was all set, she snorted some cocaine and left, going to work.
“ Hello Jenny…’, said Sharon, “…aren’t you scared living where you do?”
“ Now what?”, replied the brunette, pretending she didn’t know a thing.
“ Didn’t you hear? They found a body this morning in the swimming pool right where you live…a life guard reported it when he started his shift…the dead person was floating in the water…the guy was stabbed to death.”
Jennifer said, “ Well…like I told you before…it’s those niggers from West 25th Street.”
“They don’t know who did it…did you hear or see anything strange last night…I mean…you live almost right next to the pool…right?”
“ I didn’t hear or see shit.”
“ You better be real careful.”
“I ain’t worried…those things only happen to all those “other people” you see on the news on TV…ha ha!”
“ This is serious.”
“ Yea…yea…whatever.”, said the brunette as the two women went to work on a crate of merchandise that was delivered the day before.
At the end of her shift, Jennifer went home and did this and that for a while. Feeling a little down for some reason, she didn’t have the desire to do much of anything that evening, the young lady finally turning in for the night, going to sleep.
The next day was the same as yesterday. In fact, the rest of the week went by with nothing exciting happening. She only got up, went to work, and came home, doing only the most basic things. However, a week later, a few minutes after she got home from work, the buzzer rang. Since the outdated intercom didn’t work anymore, she opened her front apartment door and yelled down to the main entrance, “ Who is it?”
“ Police…open up!”
Suddenly, a cold chill went down her spine. Quickly, she went out to the front porch and looked down to the street, seeing three police cars in front of the building. She ran to the back of the apartment and realized two officers where on the back porch.
Not knowing what else to do, Jennifer took a deep breath and went back to her front door and yelled down to the main entrance, “Coming!”
As her heart began to race, she descended the steps. It was like she was walking in a dream, a surreal feeling, almost like she was out of her body. She wasn’t so calm anymore. Now she knew fear, the fear that came with being helpless and alone.
When she got to the main door, she opened it and saw a man stand there dressed in a suit and tie together with two uniformed officers, the guy showing her his ID and saying, “ Hello…my name is detective Wilson from the Cleveland Police Department…are you Jennifer Whitfield?”
She nodded her head, saying, “ Yes.”
“We want you to come with us to the station…we arrested a drug dealer by the name of Tod…he had in his possession items that were traced to people killed in this area…he said he got them from you…you’re suspected of murder…you’re gonna come with us and we’re gonna take your prints and ask you some questions…lots of questions.”
Suddenly, the brunette panicked, she turned around and raced upstairs, running like crazy with the cops after her now. When she got up to her living room, she realized there was no place to go. Terrified and enraged at the same time, she screamed at the three men as they ran toward her, “FUCK YOU…GO TO HELL…LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”
One of the guys in blue ran directly up to her and took hold of the woman. She began kicking and screaming over and over, “DON’T TOUCH ME…LEAVE ME ALONE…GO AWAY!!!”
As he struggled with her, the second uniformed officer approached and was also about to take hold of the screaming psychopath. However, Jennifer broke free for a moment and quickly stepped back, bumping into her coffee table, falling backwards now, right into her TV set. As she slammed into the thing, her hand wearing the new wrist watch she got at the mall hit the picture tube. As the sturdy watch hit the glass, the tube shattered, busting forth with a strong electrical discharge that engulfed her whole body. Seeing this, the two cops backed off for a second and just stood there, finally looking at each other in disbelief at what they were now seeing. Her whole frame began to glow bright red as she went in to convulsions, her whole body shaking like mad, the red glow getting stronger and stronger.
“What’s going on?’, exclaimed one of the officers.
“ I don’t know.’, said the second guy.
The detective finally yelled, “ Unplug the TV!”
The first cop raced forward and reached for the plug, pulling it loose. However, nothing stopped, her frame kept vibrating and the red glow was still getting brighter and brighter.
A few moments later, the detective yelled, “ No…it can’t be…this can’t be happening…do you guys see what I see?”
“ Yea…she’s…she’s changing…it’s like she’s…”, screamed the first guy in blue.
“SHE’S GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER!!!”, cried the detective, “I’M SURE OF IT!!!”
As the three men back away now, they watched in amazement as her frame together with her clothes and boots did indeed get larger and larger. A few seconds later, her feet were touching the opposite wall, pressing up against the plaster. Not knowing what else to do, the police all ran out of the apartment and down the steps, finally standing out on the street looking back up at the place. They stood there and heard all kinds of smashing sounds that got louder and louder. Suddenly, a huge bulge emerged from the roof and busted open. Now the cops were afraid as they saw her head come up from the wreckage, her frame getting higher and higher until they saw her shoulders, her chest, then her waist, and finally her boots. And the growing didn’t stop! She kept getting bigger and bigger, taller and taller. At this point, more and more people from the area ran from their homes to see what was going on. When they saw her, they froze in awe, just standing there, not knowing what to do.
Jennifer Whitfield was turning into a GIANT, growing larger and larger by the second.
Someone in the crowd yelled, “ SHE’S GONNA BE A BIG AS GODZILLA!!!”
Finally, after a whole minute, the red glow stopped and Jennifer also stopped growing, the woman was now TWO HUNDRED FEET TALL!!!
Hundreds of people were outside now, staring up at the brunette, scared and confused about what would happen next.
At first, she just stood there and held her head. However, thirty seconds later, she pulled herself together and looked around, finally staring down at everyone, her eyes going back and forth. Slowly, the look of confusion left her face as she held still for a moment and then nodded her head, a dirty wicked smile crossing her lips. Finally, the lady placed her hands on her hips, arched her head back, and then let out a huge roaring diabolical and terrifying laugh that echoed into the distance.
“HA HA HA…I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT NOW…YEA..I DON’T CARE HOW THIS HAPPENED…I’M A GIANT NOW…A REAL GIANT..FUCK THE WORLD…ME…ME…ME!!!”
Looking down at the cops, she raised her right boot and quickly brought it down on top of them, crushing them and the police cars.
Intoxicated by the sense of power, she slowly squatted down and reached for one of the people, pinching the man between her fingertips as everyone else began to scream and run.
“NO…PLEASE…NO!!!”, cried the man.
She brought him up to her face and stared right at him. As they looked at each other, she said, ‘I OWN YOU!!!”
“PLEASE DON’T HURT ME…PLEASE!!!”
Showing no mercy, she dropped the guy, the guy getting killed as he hit the ground.
She turned her head and looked up toward Detroit Avenue. Coming toward her was a helicopter. As it got closer and closer, Jennifer could read the insignia on the sides of it, indicating it was from the Cleveland Police Department. As she stood there, the machine began to circle around her, trying to keep a safe distance from the two hundred foot lady. One of the doors of the chopper slid open and a man holding a megaphone yelled out to her, “ STAY WHERE YOU ARE!!!”
She saw another man next to the guy with the megaphone, the second man holding a rifle, aiming at her.
Not intimidated, the super sexy giantess yelled back, “FUCK YOU…GO TO HELL!!!”
A second later, the guy with the gun pulled the trigger, hitting the giant brunette in the right shoulder with no effect, the lady’s body way to large to be hurt by a bullet.
Quickly, Jennifer reached forward and tried to grabbed the helicopter with no success. As a result, she stepped forward and tried again without any success. Suddenly, she saw another chopper coming toward her. And again, the thing circled around her like the first one, keeping its distance.
She ignored them now and began walking up to the street, her giant boots and heels crushing houses and parked cars as she went. It only took a few steps and she was up on Detroit Avenue. Looking around, she decided to go east along Detroit.
The evil diabolical giantess moved along, again crushing cars and nearby buildings, causing havoc as she strolled toward the Detroit and Lake Avenue Intersection. At the intersection, she was met by a third police helicopter, all three of the things following her now with each machine having a guy holding a gun, aiming it at her. And again, they shot at the giant lady. All she felt was a tiny pricking sensation. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to anger her.
“FUCK YOU BASTARDS!”, yelled the giant brunette.
They didn’t stop.
Looking down at the area below, Jennifer squatted and reached for a huge neon sign that went with a gas station at the intersection, the giantess ripping the thing from the ground, the pole and all. Quickly she stood up and threw the sign at one of the helicopters. This time, she had success. The sign hit the machine and sent it crashing to the ground a block away, the helicopter exploding into a fireball, igniting two nearby houses as well.
Elated, Jennifer again squatted, her ass hanging over the street, even pushing up against some of the adjacent buildings, knocking some of them over as she reached for an on coming car and took hold of it with her right hand. When she stood straight again, she brought the sedan up to her face and saw some guy inside, the man screaming and yelling. A dirty smile on her face, Jennifer tilted the vehicle to its side and allowed the man to fall onto the palm of her other hand.
“NO…PLEASE DON’T HURT ME…NO!!!”, cried the man, afraid for his life.
She only stared at him wickedly for a short while, amused at his helplessness and despair. Finally, she let him fall to the ground, the guy killed after he hit the concrete.
Jennifer returned her attention to the remaining two helicopters. She threw the car at one of them but missed, the car crashing to the ground a half mile away.
Frustrated, the giantess reached for a nearby parked truck and again threw it at one of the choppers. This time she hit it, causing it to crash like the first. Afraid to engage the giantess all alone, the last helicopter simply moved away, leaving the area.
Laughing, Jennifer yelled after the thing as her voice echoed and boomed into the distance, “ HA HA…YEA…RUN AWAY…YOU’RE AFRAID OF ME…YEA…I’M A GIANT…YOU CAN’T STOP ME…HA HA!!!”
Jennifer kept going east along Detroit as people ran all over the place trying to get out of her way, her giant boots always striking the ground, sending out shock waves, feeling like an earthquake to all the nearby people.
Eventually, she reached the West 25th street intersection. She stopped and looked south, finally seeing the huge Riverside Tower apartment complex off in the distance almost a mile up the road.
The bitch just stood there for a minute, staring away until she yelled out, “ FUCKEN NIGGERS…KILL ‘EM ALL…YEA KILL ‘EM ALL!!!”
She moved forward now, walking down West 25th Street, again crushing everything beneath her awesome black high heeled boots, moving closer and closer to the giant apartment building.
Finally, she reached the structure, coming to a halt right in front of it.
“THIS IS THE PROBLEM!”, said the giant brunette, “IT’S TIME TO CLEAN UP THE NEIGHBORHOOD!!!”
The building was over three hundred feet tall, but that did not stop or hinder her at all. She stepped closer to the structure and looked directly at the windows level with her height, seeing black people inside, fear and confusion on their faces as they looked out at her giant face, many of them pressing themselves against the far wall of their apartments, their backs against the plaster, many of them frozen and petrified with fear, to scared to move, trying in vain not to get her attention.
When her eyes met theirs, she said, ‘I HATE NIGGERS…I HATE YOU ALL…FUCK ALL YOU BLACK BASTARDS…TIME TO DIE!!!”
Slowly, and with sadistic delight, she reached toward one of the windows, smashing her giant hand into it, destroying most of the apartment. She took hold of one of the people, pinching the guy between her thumb and index finger.
“NO…PLEASE…NO…PLEASE!!!”
“YOU BASTARDS DIDN’T EVEN MAKE GOOD SLAVES!!!”, said the evil giantess as she arched her head back and let the guy fall into her open mouth!
After she bit into him, Jennifer suddenly turned her head to the side and spit his remains out, yelling, “TASTES LIKE FUCKEN SHIT…YOU’RE NOT EVEN GOOD TO EAT!!!”
At this point, hundreds of black people were trying to get out of the building, running down the many flights of stairs, falling over each other.
Showing no mercy, Jennifer began smashing away at the huge building, punching at the walls and kicking at the base of the structure, causing fires to break out all over as gas lines ruptured and electrical wires sparked away. She kept at it, pushing at the structure as well, rocking its frame back and forth, weakening all the steal support beams. Eventually, the entire building imploded, falling down on itself, killing thousand trapped inside!
In the end, Jennifer turned her attention to the remaining people who made it out on the street, stomping and crushing them all to death!
When she was all done with her orgy of destruction, the sexy dark-haired giantess just stood there, shifted her weight to her left leg and placed her hands on her hips, a smug expression on her face as she surveyed all the damage she inflicted, her racist mind feeling satisfied and fulfilled.
After standing there for a few minutes, Jennifer stepped over all the wreckage and strolled down the hill leading to the flats at the banks of the Cuyahoga River. The giantess moved along until she simply walked across the river and found herself standing right before the rapid transit train trestle, the thing about seventy five feet above the ground, going through the flats from downtown Cleveland over to the west side.
Off in the distance, she saw a train coming, the electric thing moving toward her. She squatted before the trestle and looked down the track, seeing the headlight. When the conductor realized what he was looking at, the terrified and confused man hit the breaks. However, it was too late, the train slid toward the giant woman as Jennifer simply lowered her hand to the tracks and stopped the train right in front of her.
From inside the train came a whole bunch of screaming and yelling, people crying out, “ IT’S A GIANT…A GIANT…SHE’S GONNA KILL US ALL…A GIANT!!!”
Slowly, with a curious look on her face, Jennifer reached for the first coach and raised it up to her face. All the terrified people inside the thing held on as best as they could. Finally, they stared forth in horror out the windows right into Jennifer’s eyes, the giant lady looking right at them, her giant face radiating pure power and domination, looming before them like some horrific entity of doom.
Finally, Jennifer tilted the thing and held it in a vertical position, allowing the rear door to bust open and all the people to fall out smashing to the ground below. She tossed the train to the side and smashed the remaining cars still in the track, after which she stood up again and strolled along, headed directly to Tower City itself!
When she stood before the Terminal Tower, Jennifer looked up at the building that was over seven hundred feet tall. Wishing to inflict as much harm as possible, the giant psychopath began kicking at the base of the huge structure. Despite some damage to the building’s exterior, nothing else happened, the thing was too strong even for a two hundred foot tall giantess like herself. Nevertheless, she kept kicking a punching away at it, busting windows and causing panic from all the people inside.
As she tried to destroy Tower City, she suddenly heard another helicopter. She laughed and yelled out at the chopper, “ HA HA…IT’S YOU GUYS AGAIN…DON’T YOU GIVE UP…YOU CAN’T STOP ME!!!”
However, this time one of the men inside the thing was holding something else, a shoulder launcher, aiming a small rocket right at her. A second later, he pulled back at the trigger and the projectile flew forth, striking her in the left elbow. Suddenly, the giant brunette felt a huge surge of pain followed by an explosion. After the smoke cleared, she couldn’t move her left arm, it just hung there with lots of blood pouring forth, the giant lady seriously injured by the assault.
The helicopter moved away again and this time a second chopper headed toward her.
Despite all the horror and agony she inflicted on everyone else, the giantess suddenly screamed forth at the approaching chopper, “ PLEASE DON’T HURT ME…PLEASE…PLEASE!!!”
As the helicopter came closer and closer, the one of the guys inside fired his rocket. Right before he pulled the trigger, she stepped to the side and the missile flew past her and hit the Terminal Tower, exploding forth with a flash of light, busting some windows and messing up the side of the building a little.
“ PLEASE..DON’T HURT ME…PLEASE!!!”, cried Jennifer Whitfield, holding her arm in pain.
After the second helicopter veered off, Jennifer looked toward the horizon and saw her nemesis, an airforce fighter jet coming right at her.
“NO…PLEASE…NO!”, yelled the giant brunette as she held up her right hand over her face in vain, trying to shield herself from the on coming attack.
The jet fired a huge rocket right at her. The thing quickly moved forward and struck her in the chest and exploded, busting her rib cage apart, her blood and guts flying off in all directions as the rest of her giant body fell over and crashed down to the street below, the evil murdering bitch finally dead, her reign of terror finally over!
The End