KILLER ADDICTION: When Murder Becomes A Habit

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

BARELY ABLE TO CONTROL himself at the ecstasy of the scene that had unfolded exactly as he had hoped, Ryan was at one with his machine as he blasted his way over the Theodore Roosevelt Bridge, back to the bar and his appointment with the hot waitress. The thrill of his first kill had been an incredible rush, but to witness firsthand the impact it had on The Junkie’s boyfriend had been another high altogether. Ryan knew with absolute certainty that murder was the thrill he had been seeking for so long.

He parked the Harley at his studio and then walked across to the bar, bursting through the door full of adrenaline and energy. The place was dead, with just a few regular drunks still in attendance along with the manager and Ryan’s favourite waitress finishing the closing.

‘Hey, sugar,’ she oozed in her husky tones, the development of which had been assisted by her twin vices of a major cigarette habit and high alcohol intake. ‘I thought you’d forgotten about me.’

‘No way, Randy. I’m ready and raring to go. Kick these losers out and tell the manager you’ll finish up, so we can have the place to ourselves,’ responded Ryan.

A few minutes later with the bar clear and all the doors locked, Ryan went over to the jukebox and cued up some heavy rock tunes including Guns N’ Roses, AC/DC and Metallica—not exactly the romance of Barry White, but perfectly matched to Ryan’s mood.

The entire bar was dark, apart from the flashing lights of the old Wurlitzer jukebox and the globes over the pool table. Randy emerged from the shadows and sauntered over to Ryan as the heavy rock vibes burst forth from the old speakers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him forcefully on the lips, immediately threading her tongue into his mouth. Ryan responded instantly, the surge in his groin almost too much to bear after his exciting build-up. He reached down to her generous a*s, planted one hand firmly on each cheek and lifted her up off the floor.

Randy wrapped her legs tightly around Ryan and he walked over to the pool table, resting her a*s on the cushion. She looked deeply and desperately into his eyes, and they kissed hungrily. Then she pulled away, smiled and languidly laid herself back down on the pool table, arms stretched back over her head. Ryan admired her in the soft glow shining down from the pool table lights. She had a few years on the clock but was still in good shape—what she lacked in youth and smooth skin, she made up for with experience and enthusiasm. Randy was a real firecracker.

Ryan leaned forward and stretched his hands up under her tank top, reached behind and expertly undid her b*a with one hand. ‘Smooth move baby, you’ve done that a few times before!’ she said with a smile as she removed her b*a and top.

‘Nah, it’s my first time—just got lucky,’ replied Ryan. ‘Enough foreplay, let’s get down to business!’ Randy responded, reaching down and undoing Ryan’s belt, unzipping his jeans and grabbing his rock-hard c**k in her hand as he lifted her miniskirt and pulled down her panties.

Ryan reached inside her, feeling her wetness and heard her panting and knew she was ready—she guided him into her and immediately groaned with pleasure as he thrust hard and deep. Ryan reached under her a*s with his right hand and pulled her close and hard into him, reaching up with his left hand, feeling her firm t**s and pressing her n*****s between finger and thumb.

Randy raised her knees and brought her feet up to the pool table, then drove her stiletto heels into the side cushion. This gave her the leverage she wanted to drive Ryan even deeper inside her. The thrusting intensified as they both approached their peak. Ryan groaned louder and louder and Randy screamed in pleasure until they climaxed together in a cacophony of noise mixed in with the raging sounds of Axl Rose screaming WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE, WE GOT FUN AND GAMES! accompanied by s***h’s ear-splitting lead guitar.