Posted by Jay_p on November 05, 2008 at 20:11:03:
Her body lay face down on the floor, her white blouse bunched up exposing her lower back. The subtle bruising, shades of blue botching her pale skin.
8:53am
I knew the staff would walk through that door in exactly 7 minutes I
had to remove the body from the room immediately. Throwing her purse
lifted each leg removing her heels flicking them into the office
directly behind me. Gripping her ankles stepping backwards I dragged
her body from the view of the windows to the grounds and anyone who may
venture into the foyer. The desk lamp was shedding enough ambient light
for me to locate a paperclip and twist in into the door, I grabbed a
stapler and pinned the curtains closed of any outside light, there
could never be enough precautions to take.
The Idea of
spending ten hours locked in a room with only the company of a corpse
didn’t appeal to me one bit. Knowing there were up to 17 staff and up
to 100 of their clients walking past the room was no comfort. The
variables involved of discreetly removing a body from such a public
place had me wondering what had I gotten myself into. It was possible,
on the bright side I had plenty of time to plan.
A brief look in her wallet explained enough. Name: Cindy, healthcare with no dependents. No wedding ring, no boyfriend pics, nothing to ring bells she will be missed in a hurry. This f***ing arrogant bastrad barrister murdered her for the possibility he may miss out on a lost inheritance dating back over 100 years. Now I’m hired to clean up. Its what I do, I find it challenging.
I looked around the room typical barrister, sparse, small library of books on one wall a doorway to my left I checked it cautiously. It led to a large bathroom, black marble and timber; a partition separated a large shower cubical, unfortunately no bath.
I combed through every draw and cupboard looking for utensils. An antique ivory letter opener, pencil sharpener, cigar clip and a pair of scissors, not ideal but possible. The small bar fridge wouldn’t accommodate much in the form of body parts, at best maybe 50% the idea of deboning a body in a shower cubical with a pair of scissors was a task I could do without.
I took a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom, my experience in moving bodies has taught me, Dead are like animals and toddlers they piss and sh*t at the most awkward moments. Its best to get it out of the system particularly in a case where you need to carry them, its not good having yellow or brown stripes down your crisp white shirt.
I removed my shirt and jeans wearing only a pair of boxers, I moved over to the door where the body lay, her arms were stretched over her head, her skirt lifted high enough to see her white cotton undies on her butt cheeks. I gripped her hip and shoulder and rolled her towards me onto her back. She was beautiful. I found myself sitting on my heels and knees looking down on her emotionless face. Her dark glassy pupils seemed to look beyond me. I slide my fingers down her cheek to her lips, they were soft and cool, and slight tacky red lipstick concealing the blue tinges that lay underneath.
The time was lost in the moments I gazed over her. I snapped out of my daze wondering what the f**k had just happened. I had never looked upon this kind of job as anything other than an obstacle that had to be overcome, to be disposed of, focus, efficient and effective.
I lifted her legs sliding my fingers under the waist band of her knickers sliding them of her rounded butt to her raised knee. With her legs pressed against my chest I pushed forward rocking her on her back raising her ass of the floor. I placed a sheet of paper down covered by the toilet paper, wrapping another wad around my hand. I lowered her legs placing the wad of paper against her pussy I pressed firmly on her lower belly, a yellow tinge formed on the wad of paper, I pressed harder on her flat belly, the only result was trapped air expelled from her lungs resulting in a soft moan, an exhale of the final signs of life, trapped within her body as her throat was crushed. I removed the stained toilet paper, her body was clear of any unwanted surprise leaks. I scooped her up cradling her, laying her across the leather finished desk. Her body supple and pale, she looked like model posing, one knee raised her arm seductively dangling off the edge resting on the arm of the lush leather chair.
I removed a large envelope from the desk, lifting her arm as I seated myself, I unfastened her watch and placed in the packet, her limp hand adorned with two rings, they were tight, I needed lubricant to slide them over her knuckle, I raised her limp hand to my mouth, sliding her two fingers in my mouth, I gently worked the rings over her knuckles with my saliva and teeth. I felt strangely aroused, without reason I slid her delicate fingers in my mouth once more sensually sucking and tonguing them. I looked at her laying front of me, her head facing from me. Releasing her limp wrist it falls resting on my hard cock. I can no longer contain my sexual tension.
I stand above her beautiful body; I tilt her head to me and kiss her unresponsive lips passionately. Her lips seem to work with mine as my tongue rolls against hers, her mouth cool and moist. My hand grasping her breasts through the soft fabric of her shirt and bra, squeezing her perfect hand sized breasts. I briefly look into her deep, glassy, dark eyes. My hand slides to her parted legs. One knee raised supported by the stretched cotton underwear. My fingers slide between the soft folds of her pussy, it feels moist. Gently working my middle finger, it slides inside her cool vagina; this beautiful woman is wet, not with urine but slick lubricating juices. Her pussy feels tight around one finger; I know I can’t stop now. I pull my wet finger from her cool body sliding it over her parted lips before tasting the smooth slick juice. Dropping my boxers to the floor, lifting her legs to my chest discarding the white panties from one leg, I twist her body on the desk. I lower myself to her cunt. Inhaling her aromas, my tongue softly flicking under her hood, gently brushing her clit. The tangy, acidic taste of her cunt drives me wild, I work her unresponsive clit feverishly, my tongue slides inside her tight body as I lap her juices inhaling her aromas.
I raise myself, her ankles resting on my shoulders I tear open her shirt. Pulling her bra below her pale breasts, my fingers rolling and gently pinching her small firm nipples while I guide my cock to her cunt, warm from my prior oral efforts. I push the head into her restrictive orifice; a shudder runs through my body. Squeezing her dead tits I withdraw then lunge forward falling heavily on her chest. Eight inches of thick cock glides deep in her constrictive vagina, my arm under her neck I pull her mouth to mine kissing deeply, passionate as I work in and out of her body, slowly, gently.
Her head rocking, nodding, as I increase my rhythmic motions, sweat drips onto her pale body. I pull her hard against me. My hips working franticly as I feel myself about to climax. I release her as my cock builds with pressure. She falls with a dull thump like a heavy ragdoll, cum shoots hot, hard and deep in her body. I pull out; another wave like electricity shoots the load over her body landing on her lips, chest and tits. I growl with pain and pleasure as my body is wracked with another spurt landing on her belly. I fall forward over her, our bodies lathered in my sweat, slippery from the pearly drops of cum. I lay heavily on her body breathing deeply exhausted.
Steadily I stand looking over her pale body. Beads of sperm glistening over her lips and hair, a pool of cum trickles down her ass crack onto the table from her parted pussy lips, her once tight orifice visibly open.
I lower myself into the chair, looking over her pubic mound and tits at the entry door to the office. “What a f***ing mess I’m in” Caught in the moment I’m surprised someone in the foyer didn’t investigate the lion like roar I made when I came. Things just got a whole lot harder with this job.
It’s been two hrs; the only achievement I have made is to have made things worse. Now I have a body with my DNA all over it. I retrieved a warm moist towel from the bathroom wiping the semen and sweet droplets from her body. I stripped Cindy’s body of her remaining clothing, rolling her face down on the table removing her torn shirt and bra. I wiped the pool of cum from the table, gently wiping her vagina of any visible traces.
I carried her body to the shower cubical standing with her draped over my shoulder as I run the water to temperature. Stepping in saturating our bodies under the huge rosette. I propped her body in the corner, her head looking downward as her chin rested on her chest. I lathered myself up and enjoyed the few minutes of relaxation, occasionally looking down to my dead beauty.
I gently let her slump to her side, lifting her by her thighs turning her upside down I pressed her back to the corner, her legs spread exposing her most private of body parts, there is rarely anything dignified in death. The water showered her vagina and anus. I reached and broke the shower rosette from its fixture directing a stream of warm water into her pussy. A flood of milky water washed down her body over her face. I squirted shower gel into the stream douching my semen from her body. After a few minutes moved her body into a sitting position and gently washed her hair and body. I took my time as if I were pampering my lover. In a way I was. I laid out a blanket bed of clean white towels on the marble bench top, resting her soft body over the towels, drying her with care, I lay the gentlest kiss on her lips.
My plan had changed dramatically from my initial 30 minutes in the office, the idea of dissecting this body was obserred. It was something I had never felt before on a job. I felt grief, no money or satisfaction of a job well handled will eliminate the feeling of loss. There was only one thing I could do. Revenge, vigilantism.
With the letter opener I remover the tacks holding the taunt leather from the desk. The polished timber underneath showed no sign of anything unusual
It was 7pm, I made call to the man. "Park your car across from the East window of your office in the tree lined carpark next door, wear you everyday business suit,be here in 20"
I removed the paperclip blocking the lock. He was right on time, the moment he came through the door I was on him, Gripping his jacket "police on the ground face down, hands on your head" he didn’t hesitate, I put a knee in his back.
"You f***ing fool, I have made decision this will cost you more than I thought" He started to cry
-----------"anything just keeps me from prison"
"Sure no prob, I guarantee you will not go to prison, your bypassing that and going to the morgue You Piece of sh*t" I grabbed his tie and strained it with my boot over his head, not an ideal way to strangle someone but Its easier to make it look like suicide. 3 minutes later he was dead, I dragged his fat body into the bathroom, lifting and ting the knot with the fat f**k on my shoulder was a task. That familiar stench of sh*t came as soon as he dropped.
I replaced Cindy’s knickers
jewellery and torn shirt, cradle carrying her to the grass next to the
fat fucks car, lying her body face down on the white towel in view of
the joggers who will utilise the park the following morning, I rolled
her on her side touching her lips in my final goodbye, I dropped the
car keys under her body and left with the days memories.