She looked around her, dressed to the nines! Her bright pink stilettos could tell stories even the wildest dreams would not dare attempt!
She caught his attention with a sultry look in her eyes, the sway of her hip, and the stocking covered thighs. His tires screeched as he pulled he stopped the car around the shadow filled corner.
She walked, ten painful steps, to his vehicle, the clicking sound of her heels, an omen if ever one was heard. He opened the door and she climbed in. No words were exchanged, as he pointed to the floor whilst moving his seat further back…
Obediently she kneeled down, earned her R50, while she struggled to breath. His stroking hands now gripped around her neck, slowly squeezing harder as his excitement grew, his climax, her end!
“In the news today, the ‘Red Light Stiletto’ serial killer strikes again. His victim, a badly mutilated caucasian female, 15 years old, reported missing six months ago in the Western District.” was the radio news report at 6am.
“Gosh, Inspector Jean, at least this one is not all that bad. Her family can now have closure, I mean they’ve been searching for six months. At least now they have a body to bury” – said Erik as he zipped up the body bag later that morning. “Yes, at least her body will be claimed unlike the other four waiting at the morgue. One less body to secure, case closed!”
After his shift, Jean revelled in his achievement, another stiletto to add to his growing collection…Not That Bad At All! Five down, many more MUST go!
“Not All That Bad”, is this week’s title of a tandem blog, 3 bloggers 1 title. All published on the same day at the same time. Read my fellow tandem blogger’s interpretation by following the below links. Comments are welcome!