Bloody Hands

Chapter 2

My first class lasts forty-five minutes to almost an hour. During the first part of the class, we were talking about the logistics behind “Game Of Thrones” and this new book we are supposed to get starting next week. Then for the rest of the class period, the teacher decided to start an episode of the show, but while the video plays, he wants to call us up one as a time to look over our last test. 

I was watching the show practically the entire time it was on. I watched as they were fighting and there was bloodshed. That was the best part. The constant bloodshed going on throughout the episode. People being stabbed left and right, all of the beheadings that happened. I couldn’t take my eyes away. The best part of all? The s*x scenes. The r**e scenes. I have never seen such erotic things in my life. I could feel myself getting hard. Almost as hard as a rock and I need relief, and fast. 

I decided I would text Mia. Mia is a girl at our school who basically sells herself for s*x. I know Johnny f***s her but his d**k is so small I doubt it brings her any pleasure. He just pays her really well. He pays me well too for his C+ essays. Anyway, Mia has the tightest p***y for being a high school prostitute and I like to treat her well when I feel like it. 

I pulled out my phone and unlocked it. Code number 2010. The year my parents died. No, not died...killed. Another story for another time though. I went to my text messages and scrolled for her name. I have a few girls I f**k around with, but she is the only one with the balls to do it in school. Once I found her name, I tapped it and started to type. 

Girl’s bathroom on the first floor. $300 and I want a blow job. I get control.

I sent the text and then Mr. Bhrett called me up to his desk right after Jessica left. I know they have a thing going on. I can tell from the smirk on his face.  I couldn’t help but feel irritated at the thought. I’m also glad I wore jeans so he can’t see my erection from the show. Once I got to his desk his smirk faded and he gave me a serious expression showing me my test. A+ again. Of course, I write the top essays, I work the hardest to keep my grades up. But I try to stay in the shadows. It’s not my goal to be number one. That’s Jessica’s goal and according to the way the teacher is acting she’s going to make it. 

“I’m very impressed with your work Eddie.” I cringed at the sound of my name. Yeah, now you know it. Now you also know why I hate it. Edward is my real name. I go by Eddie because Edward is what my parents called me when they were extremely angry with me. But, as I said before, my family is a story for another time. 

“You always exceed my expectations. Have you ever thought about going to college to study writing? I see the work you do for Johnny. Even then it’s almost close to B grade level quality. Minus your grammatic errors which I’m sure are on purpose.” 

“I have, but I’m not really interested in going to college. I’m more interested in working on a podcast or something along those lines.” I was lying right through my teeth. I had to. I couldn’t tell him I wanted to spend my life wandering this town trying to figure out who to kill next. Oh how I wish I could get some blood on my hands today, but there’s nothing I can do right now. I have to be patient, I have to keep my control. 

“Well, I’m sad to hear that. Your writing is amazing and I think the world should read it,” he told me as he took back my test. “You can go back to your seat.” 

I politely smiled as I walked back to my desk. My d**k still hard thanks to the sounds of the show. I grabbed a piece of paper and started writing a note for Mia and me for our next class. We have math together so I wrote a note saying that she and I had to go to the nurse because she wasn’t feeling good. Just as I finished writing the notes I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a text from Mia. 

Deal. What time do you want to meet? 

I smirked to myself reading the text and decided to respond. 

Right before math, I wrote us each a note saying we will be in the nurse’s office. Ms. Gitta will take the note because she knows what we will actually be doing. 

I sent the message and the bell rang. I went to the classroom and put the notes on Ms. Gitta’s desk before leaving to go to the bathroom. I was planning on getting more than a blowjob but it might have to wait until tonight. I’m debating on whether or not I should invite her over to my place for dinner tonight. If I do then I’ll have to make sure she can’t get into my workshop. It’s where I keep my blog material and where I’m working to get podcast material so that I could get people to listen to my message rather than read it. 

I walked into the bathroom to see Mia. God, she’s hot. She has this long dark brown hair that runs to the middle of her back. Her eyes are this beautiful green, like a forest. She’s skinny but she still has thick thighs. Her ass is plump so it’s got enough for a decent grip and it looks beautiful when it’s red. Her breasts are a perfect size. Not too big, not too small. Just big enough to grip them as she rides my c**k. Her waist isn’t too skinny or too big. She’s just the perfect figure. Today she was wearing a green crop top that has flowers on it. She’s also wearing tight blue jeans that hug her curves perfectly. 

“You look...amazing Mia.” 

Her face lights up red, “Thank you. So do you just want a blow job? $300 is a lot for just a blow job.” 

“You know I like to pay extra. Besides, you know how rough I can be. It’s extra for any pain I cause you.” 

She nodded in agreement and walked up to me. We kissed a little at first. Her lips were soft and sweet. We moved them in sync taking it as slow as we can. Then she went down to her knees and opened up my pants pulled down my pants and boxers. Once she did my eight inches long, three inches thick, d**k popped right out in her face. She had the biggest smile on her face. She licked the tip of my d**k slowly causing me to sigh in pleasure. I have never felt anything so glorious in a while.

She wrapped her preciously soft lips around my hard c**k. She sucked on my tip and if felt so damn good. I let her suck it at her own pace at first. She took more and more of my thick c**k down her throat. Suddenly I grabbed her hair hard, pulling on it. I started to ram my c**k in and out of her throat. I lost my control and just pounded into her face letting her gag and choke on my c**k. I slid it as far down her throat as I could pressing her face against me. I held her there listening to her gag and slobber all over my c**k. I pulled her face off to let her breathe then went back to f*****g her face. I then shoved my c**k all the way down her throat moaning as I cummed forcing her to swallow every drop of it. 

I pulled out and heard her cough as I was digging in my wallet and pulled out $300. I handed it to her and helped her to her feet. 

“I want you to come over to my place for dinner tonight. I will pay you $500 for you to come over. I will feed you, I will f**k you, I will bathe you, and then I will sleep next to you cuddling you. I will take care of you for one night, you will make it to school on time, and I won’t tell anyone” 

She looked as if she was contemplating and I didn’t wanna wait for a long time for an answer, “$1,000.” 

She looked at me shocked then I upped it again “$1,500.” She then told me she accepted my offer and I told her what I wanted her to wear, what time to come over, and what toys to bring. I wasn’t just going to let her come over and not get the maximum pleasure she could get. 

Once I helped her get cleaned up we went to class and sat through the rest of the lessons. I took down some notes on what to do for the homework then I went to art which was my favorite because it was one of the things I was actually good at. We were told to paint our inspirations today. 

I grabbed a pencil and started sketching out the outline of a knife. I add droplets of blood to it and I added a random name I came up with to the hilt of the knife. The sketch was perfect so I started to paint. The outline I painted with a small brush and I used black paint. I kept my hands steady to make sure I didn’t screw any of it up. Once I finished up, I started to mix the black and white paint together to make a silvery shade of grey. I started to paint the blade making sure not to ruin a thing. Then I painted the hilt. I made sure not to mess up the letters. Then I painted the letters so they looked three dimensional. Once I finished I put a lot of extra time in the droplets of blood making sure I had the right color of red done and the right shades and shapes I needed. Once the painting was done I looked over every inch, every detail, and I smiled at it. No...not smiled...smirked. 

My teacher was doing laps around the classroom when she came upon me. She looked at my painting and was both in awe and she seemed genuinely concerned about what she was looking at. 

“This is interesting Eddie. Who’s Marcus though?” 

I looked it over and smirked and looked at my teacher, “I am.” 

She looked utterly confused, shook her head, and walked away heading back around to check everyone else’s pieces. I added some final touches to my piece then signed it with my name. We all turned in our paintings so they can dry overnight and we can take them home tomorrow. 

The rest of my day at school went by kinda slow. Nothing really interesting happened and I went home for the day. At least what I make of my home. I live in this old house that no one lived in for ages. I’m pretty sure the place is haunted so I always make sure there is food for the ghosts that live with me. It’s a one-bedroom, one-bathroom house. I have been doing a lot of renovations on the place though. I painted some walls and added fresh furniture to give the place some character. To make it my own. I turned my garage into my workshop so that I can make my blog posts and start up my new podcast. I also like to build things in my workshop as well. Nothing too big. Computers, phones, model cars that actually run, things like that. 

I knew when I got home I had a lot of work to do so I decided to take the short cut home. I started to dust, vacuum, mop, wipe down surfaces, and cleaned my bathroom. I grabbed my toys, rope, and other things and set up my room so I was ready for Mia when she came over. I even changed out my sheets. I then started to cook dinner when suddenly I heard the doorbell ring. I made sure everything was ready before I went and opened up the door.