Thread: Miss Murder [ Bear & LaughtersAssassin ]

The date was anything but conventional, but Anthony always had a way of taking things in stride. It was the way of his business. No one day was ever the same when it was people's lives you had ultimate control over. And at times, he grew morose doing nothing but ending lives without a break for his own self. Sure, the killings gratified something within him. He enjoyed the art of it. He loved watching a last breath be taken. But aside from those thrills, his life had a certain something missing. And then came Lucie with her request. It was almost as if she was doing as much for him as he was for her. The budding relationship might have been a facade, a way for Lucie to experience love before he ended her life, but Anthony could suspend belief. He could potentially 'love' the woman sat across from him. Why not? Not strong at all. It's nice to find a woman who knows what she wants. Don't apologize for that, he said warmly. When she mentioned the fact that it was her first ever date, his eyes widened, but he didn't comment on it. A woman didn't want to discuss things like that. At least, he didn't think she'd want to. It was surprising, though. She might have had issues, but Lucie was extremely beautiful. How one guy hadn't managed to take her out was baffling. As much as he wanted to inquire, he bit his tongue and let Lucie steer the conversation. Her question brought forth a laugh and immediately it clicked. You're not the worst. Not even close, he said, shaking his head. He took a sip of his own wine and then folded his hands on the table. It was a while back. College days, he said. And of course, you go out when you're in college, it's to a bar or a club. Well, I meet this girl, of all places, online. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, but you know, you meet the same college girls over and over again at the bar, things get stagnant, whatever. So, she tells me she's a theater major and doesn't get out much. I'm fine with it. I'm never quick to judge and she looked pretty from what pictures she had posted on her account. So we set up a date and I pick her up from her house. She lives in town, commutes to school. Doesn't live the normal college life. He takes another sip of wine. So, I pick her up and on the drive to the bar, she's rubbing my thigh and laughing at literally every word that comes out of my mouth. She's wearing so much perfume, I'm forced to roll down my window, even though it's freezing outside. And she's wearing...fishnets and a skirt so short I could see the bottom half of her ass. She's got a jean jacket on that looks too small on her and given the fact that she looks fifty pounds heaver in her photos than online, I can see why. She was cute, but not really my type. I knew that straight away. Another sip of wine as if willing the courage to continue. We get to the bar and immediately, she's hitting with the most inappropriate questions for a first date. She literally hits on every topic they say not to discuss. She asks me about religion and politics, but quickly she reverts back to sex. She's telling me in detail how much she likes, he leans in close, voice a whisper, her asshole licked. He takes another sip of wine and laughs. I really wish I was making this up. But then we get into how many sexual partners she's had and she asks me and I give some bogus, huge number like I'm a lothario and she loses it. I could practically see her getting wet at the thought of me adding her to the notches on my bedpost. She offered to give me a blowjob in the bathroom at the bar, wanted me to take her back to her place so we could fuck in her parents' bed. She was the most, unstable, horniest person I've ever met in my life. But, if you're not going to judge me, I did let her...do stuff to me on the drive back to her place. But that was it...that was it! he said, laughing, face turning a shade of red she probably hadn't seen before. He lifted his hands as if to say nothing else happened that night. What I'm basically saying, Lucie, is that you have a lot to live up to. He grinned and reached out to squeeze her hand with one of his own while the other brought the wine glass to his lips, polishing off the last of it. It was nice to tell stories like that one to someone. So often, Anthony kept things like that inside. They were stories dying to be let loose, but he never had the avenue to do so. Lucie could be that person. It felt good. He felt good.