Posted by Moore on March 16, 2004 at 19:05:33:
I watch the brunette slip out of the changing cubical. I feel silly still being on my knees, so I stand up. I peer out to see what is going on.
I don't see the other Blondie, but the brunette has flattened herself against the lockers in the main women's dressing room. She has a knife in her hand, and I think she knows how to use it. Her gym bag is on the floor next to her, almost out of sight. The brunette glares at me, and I shrink back a little.
I can see the Blondie coming from the women's bathrooms, back into the main women's dressing room. I try to signal the brunette, but she is focused and ready to pounce. The Blondie steps around the corner and the brunette stabs her so quickly I don't really see it. I do see the red on Blondie's T-shirt as the brunette draws the knife out. The expensive "Girls rule, Boys Cry" crop top is going to be worth a whole lot less now.
Blondie gasps, and looks at the brunette. "You?" she asks, looking confused. The brunette pulls the knife out and stabs again. Blondie actually raises her arm, and takes the knife in her forearm. I can't believe Blondie is fighting back, especially fighting so well. Blondie grunts in pain. The knife is kind of stuck in Blondie's arm, so the brunette does this kick thing which lands right between Blondie's boobs. Her boobs jiggle up and down, not that I am paying attention. "I can't believe I am watching a chick fight," I think.
Blondie is having trouble catching her breath and is gasping. The brunette chops her in the throat with the edge of her hand. Blondie spits blood. Blood starts gushing out of her mouth, flowing over her teeth, splattering on her shirt and shorts. "You are dead now, bitch," the brunette taunts. Blondie looks horrified, and slowly starts to sink to the floor. "Heck with it," I think, and start touching myself.
I find my hands are creeping down between my legs. The more I watch the brunette, the more wet I am becoming, and I need get off. I start to finger myself, pretending that it was the brunette, sliding her fingers up inside me, touching my nipples and getting them hard.
Blondie dramatically falls over. She doesn't even try to catch herself on the way down, just hits her shoulder, then her head hard on the floor. Her eyes look glassy, and I wonder if she is already dead. I then feel the brunette staring at me. My towel has fallen open. The brunette looks amused again, but bends over and pulls her knife out with some difficulty from Blondie's arm. I am looking at the bloody knife, then at the brunette' stomach when I come. "Mmm. Might be time for another shower," I think lazily.
"Get over here!" the brunette commands. I stare, glassy eyed, then stumble forward to obey. We drag this Blondie's body into the shower stall, and put her on top of the other one. I don't trip this time, and even manage to wrap myself back into my towel. We do leave a large blood smear heading right into the shower stall, though.
I look at the bodies. The stabbed Blondie' shorts have ridden up. She has lacy panties on, probably expensive ones, probably ones that are too good for a girl like me to ever own. And stabbed Blondie doesn't even have any cellulite, not even a little. It is so unfair. She has such a perfect ass. I wonder if it is as firm and tasty as it looks. The way we dropped her, her butt is kind of up a little, kind of inviting exploration. I wonder if the brunette will make me take off stabbed Blondie' shorts, then her panties. I wonder if the brunette will make me lick stabbed Blondie, lick her assho...
The brunette pushes me against the wall of the shower stall. I am confused. She has her left arm on my neck, and it hurts. She searches my eyes, then asks "Why didn't you run? Or scream?"
I don't answer her, because I realize she has the bloody knife in her right hand, and the tip is pointed right at my belly. I think I am going to faint, but not from fear. "Oh yes!" I think, and move my hips shamefully towards her and her knife. "You stupid SLUT! You will never amount to anything. Why didn't I kill you when you were inside of me?" My mother's voice comes backs to me, slurred from her drinking even in my memory.
"I don't know," I answer stupidly. I wonder if I am answering the brunette or my mother.
"You don't look scared now," the brunette growls. She could crush my throat so very easily.
"I'm not," I say as I lick my lips. My hands are still at my sides. I hope my towel will fall open, but it doesn't.
The brunette tilts her head, like she is surprised by what I said. "Did you like watching me kill her?
"Oh yes!" I say. "Oh crap," I think, "I just purred."
She smiles at me, and I smile back. I wonder if she is going to stab me in the heart, lung, or do a slow disemboweling. I bite my lip as I realize she could push her arm against my throat so I can't make a sound, strangling me, as she slowly guts me. I wonder if she would mind if I touched myself while she did it.
I give her a smile. "Yes, please," I beg silently in my head. "Do it. Push it in me. Consume me."
She gives me a sad, half smile. "Sorry I don't have more time to play with you, but I have three more women to kill tonight."
"Here it comes," I think. I am so excited that I start to babble. "I understand. I just wish I could see you kill the rest before you kill me. That would be cool, cool, cool. You are so cool." I grin at her like an idiot. I am panting in anticipation. She will press her arm hard on my throat first, then the blade will sink into me.
But she pulls away. I start to lean forward, (SLUT!) but she looks serious. "Very few people surprise me, at least surprise me in a good way. I will grant you this request as well. Stay in this area, don't scream, or warn the others," she threatens.
I nod, but I am conflicted. I am happy I get to watch her kill some other people, but I am disappointed at not being killed myself. "Can I help?" I ask aloud. I do not beg "Please change your mind and ravage me!"
The brunette smiles, and says "You are so cute! No, just stay here and watch."
She thinks I am cute! I am so happy.
"Oh," she continues, "Don't be ashamed to masturbate while you watch."
I am so embarrassed. I think I am in love. I need to know her name, but she heads out before I can ask her.