I just finished a new one. This one isn't a Jack story. The others were knifings, this one is a strangulation.
Blackmail Scheme
The girl sat on the hotel room bed, watching a video on the TV hooked up to a laptop . Her light red hair fell just to her pale shoulders, straight and shiny. Her large dark green eyes were wide, and her pink tongue flicked out to wet her pouty red lips, the lipstick slightly smeared. The plush hotel robe around her shoulders lay open. Her breath came fast, one hand rubbing the nipples of her full breasts as the other rubbed between her legs.
On the screen, the same girl could be seen moving sensually as she made love to a rather handsome man in his mid-forties, his blond hair catching the light. Behind them could be seen the same TV, showing a newscast. A newspaper lay in front of the TV, and the skyline of the city could be seen through the window behind the TV.
“Like watching yourself, do you?”, said the man sitting on a chair near the bed.
“What? Oh. Yeah. Kinda hot”, the girls says in a breathy voice.
As the girl on the screen begins to reach a climax, the girl on the bed lays back against the pillow and her hips jerk as her hand moves faster.
“Ah. Ah. Ah.”, she almost squeaks as her back arches.
“Yessssss”, she hisses as she collapses onto the sheets, “That was real nice. Two in a night.”
She rolls onto her side and looks at the man on the chair, who is standing up and moving slowly towards the bed, his hands behind his back, “You want to make it three, mister? After all, you paid for all this.”
“That's alright, babe”, his says, “You already did what I wanted you to do. TV on and paper out just like you were told. Good girl. One more little thing and we're done”
The girl sits up, her legs crossed facing the foot of the bed, watching the TV as the blond man on the screen sits up and gives the girl on the screen a deep kiss, “Yeah. His wife's gonna kill him if she sees that. He'll pay plenty.”
“Oh, he ain't married.”
The man carefully sits behind the girl picking up a necktie from the bedside table, a pair of latex exam gloves on his hands, “And you even got the trophy like we asked. Perfect.”
The girl gives a throaty chuckle, “Yeah. I said he was so good, I wanted to have something to remember him by. He fell for it easy.”
Then she stops and looks confused, “Not married? But I thought this was for ..”
“He's going to be running for office, they're announcing it next week”, the man says quietly from behind the girl as he runs the tie through his fingers, ending when it drapes across both hands.
“Oh. Well, this would kill his chances if it gets out, right?”
“Hard to say, sweet cheeks. Young single guy, seen banging a hot young piece like yourself and doing real well, who knows. Might even pick him up a few votes.”
“Oh well, you're the expert.”, The girls shrugs, and leans back against the man, wiggling her ass against his crotch in a practiced manner, “Sure you don't wanta do me before you go? BJ maybe?”
“ Nah. Don't want to leave no evidence. You see, the key is the TV show and the paper. Oh, and the view through the window. All that puts him in this room, fucking you, tonight, at just about the TOD.”, the man grabs the tie in his fists and slowly raises his hands.
“TOD?”, the girl says, “Whats that?”
“Time of death”, the man says and drops his hands in front of the girl, drawing the tie around her neck.
“The girl sees the tie in front of her face and realizes what is happening, “Noooo …. eeeeaaaaccckkkk”
She begins to scream but the tie tightens around her neck turning the scream into a squeaking choke which goes silent as her air is cut off.
Her back arches as she tried to get away, but the man quickly wraps his legs around her. She jerks in his grip, her hips thrusting is a seemingly sexual manner as she tried to break free, her hands clawing at the tie around he neck..
He leans until his lips are next to her ear, “Fight, baby.”, he says in a harsh whisper. “It feels great.”
Quickly he leans back and pushes her forward as he hands reach back for his face.
“Uh uh”, he says as her hands find nothing but the thick sleeves of his shirt, “Naughty girl.”
He keeps the tie tight around her neck as she continues to buck against his legs, her ass rubbing against his crotch, her luxurious tits bouncing.
“Oh yeah”, he says in a hoarse voice as his erection grows, “That feels wonderful. You even die sexy.”
Her head whips back and forth and her legs flail as she she realizes that her death is coming and that he is enjoying it. The man keeps his grip and watches as she begins to die.
After a bit, he notices that the rolling and arching has slowed and her hands have stopped reaching back. Her arms reach out in front as if trying to grab some air for her burning lungs and then fall back. Her thrusts for release have become occasional twitches and her hands flutter at the cloth that keeps her from breathing.
“Not long now”, he says and opens his legs. He shifts on the bed until her head lies in his lap and he looks into her eyes. Eyes that seem almost blank as the lids open and close slowly. Her lush lips open and close slowly as well, in the same rhythm as he eyes
Keeping the ligature tight with one hand, he reaches forward and massages her full breasts with the other. Her head moves from side to side and her lips seem to be trying to say , “No. No.”
After a bit, her eyes begin to blink faster and her tongue comes out of her mouth as if questing for air. He resumes using both hands to hold the tie around her throat.
“Yes”, the man says in a whisper, “Yes. Time to go.”
Suddenly her eyes snap open, a look of horror deep in them. She stares into his eyes as her hips thrust up one last time. She stays arched, trembling for some seconds, then drops, unmoving, her eyes glazing in death.
He keeps the tied tight, jerking it as he ejaculates into the condom he wore, knowing how this would affect him.
“Thanks, baby. You made me a rich and happy man”, he says as he takes the tie from around her neck, leaving a purple and red bruise around her neck. He rolls her over and pulls down the covers, then rolls her back, gently pulling the sheets and covers over her.
He stands and looks over
the scene. He unplugs the laptop, takes everything he brought and wipes
anything he touched. Touching his pocket, to make sure he has the tie,
he opens the door, takes a quick look around, and leaves, moving the Do
Not Disturb sign to the inside, shutting the door quietly. He walks
down the hall to the elevators.