Posted by Kojak on June 23, 2004 at 22:04:45:
Killer Doctor.
Barabara Trent was walking towards her Mercedes. The parking garage was practically empty, sporatic lighting illuminated dingy walls & oil streaked pavement in a spattering of yellow-green tints. Everything she had ever seen in all the horror movies she liked to watch should have raised at least a few red flags in her mind but Barbara was not very worried. She had just come from a successful interview & was feeling invincible. She needed a new job soon, in a new town that was far away from her previous employment & she now had it. She simply wore her best & sexiest business attire for the interview. Simple, a pleated mid-thigh length black skirt & powder blue top accentuated her slim figure. Her breasts (recently purchased for a mere $5000) were held in by the dynamic forces of her Victoria's secret bra. Having recently had this augmentation surgery, she was well pleased with her now 38 DD perky breasts. They bounced slightly but not much.
She had also had a change of hair color, it being now a glossy raven hued balck with red tints. She changed her hair color frequently. She liked to change her appearance, it made her feel new all over again. As she continued walking, her 3 inch black high heels clicked in a rhythmic pattern as she made her way along the periphery of the garage, her car was in sight but still about 100 feet from her present location.
Barbara was feeling on top of the world. She had just obtained a position with a large brokerage firm. All she had to do was answer the phone, direct clients to her boss & make sure she looked good. Easy enough & her salary was within her standards. She also felt that her boss was going to be up to the task of providing 'perks' for her. Although he was married, he dropped enough hints that her new duties could possibly entail some after hours 'work'. Barbara had no problems with this, in fact, she expected it. He was like all other men & that was fine with her, in fact, it was part of her plan. She had no sympathies for married women as well, figuring that after all, she, being an attractive woman, had had more that enough encounters with women in general to know what bitches they could be. And truth be told, they considered her a bitch simply based on her looks so why dissapoint them? And the men were not much better, scum mostly but again, it didn't bother her in the least. She knew, all men were worse than scum.
As she continued along a pop can suddenly skittered into her path, clanging along the hard floor, it broke the rhythm of her heels & she suddenly stopped. Curious, she looked down at it, Dr. Pepper....her long dark hair shifted over her left shoulder as she turned. A question mark arose inside her brain....she looked to her left & saw nothing. The car was now 50 feet from her. She started to quicken her pace slightly, now feeling the first tinglings of something not quite discernable, not fear, simply uneasiness. As she continued, she heard foot-steps some distance behind her, she didn't look back but started faster for the car. After what seemed like an eternity, she reached the Mercedes. Clicking her key entry button, she quickly got inside & hit the door locks. Only then did she look, she saw nothing. Letting out a deep breath of pent up energy she turned the key & jammed the Mercedes into reverse. Tires squeaked & she realized too late that she had pressed the gas pedal a bit too hard. The Mercedes backed into a cement post. The bumper absorbed the force with a smack. Barabara, now shaken, managed to get the car into first gear 'Damn manual shift! Why didn't I get an automatic?' She thought.
One hour later, she reached her apartment. After a long day the only thing she wanted to do was take a warm bath then pack & move before morning came. She had to move tonight, suspicions were starting, questions were raised by the manager about her strange hours & he was a nosey bastard anyways. As she approached her apartment the manager Mr Prinkle appeared from around the corner. He was a portly man of about 60. Grey hair & glasses. 'Good evening Barabara up kinda late tonight aren't we?' Mr Prinkle was a pervert, Barabara could tell simply by the way he stared at her constantly. 'Good evening Mr. Prinkle' was her short reply....seemingly distracted by Mr. Prinkle, she fumbled & dropped her keys as she attempted to open her door. Mr. Prinkle quickly stooped to get them. Barbara could tell where his eyes were going, all over her legs, just like every other man. He was always staring at her. One evening when she was at the pool he made it a point to hang around putting on a charade as he puttered about 'cleaning' the floor & the sauna, all the while chattering to her about anything he could think of as his eyes stared at her body.
Barbara was used to this type of behavior in men but it disgusted her never-the-less. As he bent down to get her keys, his eyes took in her stocking clad legs, muscular thighs & shapely calves. He took his time about it as well, making sure he lingered down there as long as possible. 'Your'e disgusting Mr. Prinkle'. He heard the words, then he felt a sharp stinging sensation in the middle of his back....standing up slowly yet still hunched over, he looked at Barbara, waves of pain shot through his body. She only smiled a slight smile.....Mr. Prinkle fell to his knees, this time grabbing Barbara's stocking clad left legs with both hands....he looked up at her, an expression of agony on his face......'Somethings wrong....' he muttered as he tried to look up into her face..'What's wrong Mr. Prinkle!?' Barbara spoke in a feigned dramatic tone, then she smiled a broad smile....Mr. Prinkle grabbed as hard as he could onto Barbara's thighs, his left hand managing to reach up to her ass cheek squeezing it through the soft fabric of her tight skirt. He grabbed not out of lust but out of desperation, holding onto whatever he could to keep from sinking into a pit of agony. His right hand continued to hold onto her right thigh. She bent over slightly & taking his wrists she pulled hard on his arms...'No more free samples Mr. Prinkle, but let me do something special for you'. At this, she jerked the knife from his back & taking it in her right hand with the blade pointed downwards, she plunged it to the hilt into the back if his neck. There was an audible grunt & Mr. Prinkle, eyes glassy, staring at her ankles, slowly slumped to the floor.
'What's wrong Mr. Prinkle?!' Getting no reply, Barabara laughed quietly as she dragged his body into her apartment. Another one, how many more before she would be rid of all of them? But you can't kill a world, too many of them. Her work was never done. Now it would be time to find another place to live, under a new name. Time to change her hair color, her work was never done but she had to admit she enjoyed it. Then she smiled another broad smile, the evening was quiet again. No sounds at all. No staring eyes, no perverts, No Mr. Prinkle. Around two a.m., Barbara decided she had better leave. She left his body on the floor. It didn't matter, she always used an assumed identity & no one ever asked, all they did was stare.
As she walked to her car, she could see the bumper. It was dented a bit but not too badly. She had a lot to do. Her new job would start in two days. Time enough. Another parking garage, her life seemed to revolve around parking garages, how strange. The sound of heels clicked & echoed around the cement walls. As her thoughts echoing in her mind were interrupted. She looked down while at the same time, she heard a sound. A can came skittering across her path. Dr. Pepper.