PSYCHOPATH

Dimlight room in a building with a basement, they call it the red light Circle. Women in panties all twisted round a pole, hissing like they were descendants of the first serpent.Face painted in an array of colours you probably think it's a parade of colours. Smoke descends like the clouds and it feels like he is about to choke. He hates it here yet he is right at the perfect spot. Glasses clicking, heels clicking, hips swaying, metal music is rocking.People walk about with no Iota of care in the world, this is a world separate from the world that we all know. Dressed in a simple clothing with his shades on, he walks around like he owns it all, eye fixated like he has a goal. Eyes as clear as crystal, lips twisted in a perfect and permanent sarcastic form. A baritone voice that could make your t**s as hard as stone begging to be touched. Finally he walked to the bar and asked for a cup of champagne, he needs it to wash down the bitter taste at the back of his tongue. Tintin was right in the club when the perfect stranger walked in, back held straight, head held high with those black shades to hide the eyes that was beneath. She couldn't stop salivating, it felt like she just had a piece of delicious roasted chicken right in her mouth. She couldn't stop staring, she couldn't stop looking, she just needs to have that piece of delicious cake right in her bed for the night. She opened her purse and peeped in her mirror, applied a little bit of red Lipstick and she knew she was just perfect. Perfect enough to get a bait and that man right at the bar stand was her prey. " Get the man and get the dough" her partner whispered in her ears. This was business for them, get the perfect match, get laid and get paid. " Trust me love" she replied and off she swayed without waiting for a reply. She picked her steps gently like she wasn't about to awake a dragon, yet she swayed and shined in her tight fitting star crossed dress. A dress so short are b**s begged to be covered. He could see someone walking towards him and he knew he had a catch for the night, upright he stood while he wore that perfect but sadistic smile you did mistake it for innocence. " Hello curry" came a sweet forced melodious voice, he isn't a first timer you know so he can discern between fake and original. He turned like he wasn't expecting her to be there, face c****d in the perfect smile, while he cleared his throat. " Hello, sugar" he muttered, then he checked her out from head to toe, he got the perfect catch so he relaxed his muscles a bit. Tintin blushed so hard her cheeks looked like they were punched, she couldn't stop gazing as she looked at the man right in front of her, muscles chiseled in the right places. He smelled like mint and she desperately wanted to lick him all over. " My name is Tintin but you can call me Tin" she leaned over while she whispered in his eyes, boobs right up in his face, it must be so choking for him. He ordered a cup of champagne for her, he is a perfect gentleman and he knows how to spoil his woman after all. They sipped on and on while they just loved being in each other's presence. It was a moment of silent awakening, torture and the long wait seemed like eternity to TinTin. She finally broke the silence, " hey baby, let's move to the dance floor, let's shake the whole awkwardness of the first meeting off" she said. He shook his head like he was about to silently protest, he hates dancing so much and he wouldn't want to give it a try at least not tonight. Tintin pestered on and on and finally he granted the wish of the queen sitting right beside him. They moved to the dance floor, and the music changed to hip hop just at the right my moment, he wasn't much of a dancer but he did try his best, while she whined and whined until his rod became rock hard. She knew just what she was doing, she leaned over so closely it felt like her n*****s might pop in his mouth at any moment, then she whispered just again like she was teasing his buds and just like that they were on their way up the stairs. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, both were Doms so they each fought for dominance, tongue whirling like a whirl pool, while it took eternity to get up the stairs. They both kicked the door open while they tried hard to jam it closed, hands shaking, breath so hot you probably think they both have fever. Shirts flying like birds in no direction, they landed just right in the middle of the bed, he held on to her neck while she choked in a sweet tone. " Tell me I am beautiful baby" she muttered while she went down on him. He moaned in a croaky sweet way like he was about to choke on his own spit. He shuddered so hard it felt like the earth was quaking right under him , then suddenly out of the blues he grabbed her and threw her right into bed again, this time so hard, that she scrambled in pain. This time with his glasses off his face, eyes as red as the embers of fire, he looked straight into her eye like he was seeing a demon. " Hey baby" what's wrong she muttered, she thought she must have done something wrong for his attitude to change just like the weather. He looked her dead in the eye and said. " I hate you" with spit flying just right of his mouth to express his disgust. Tintin felt like her heart was shot and just when she wondered what went wrong she received a shot that stopped her heart. With a look of shock and pain she tried so hard to speak while she tried so hard to catch a breath. He went closer, with a smile on his face one again while he placed a finger on her lips, then he muttered " you shot me first sugar". He was right there till she took the last breath and off he went with a look of satisfaction and pain.