Prologue
Her finger hovered over the delete button again, but then her sadistic urge for a little come-uppance overwhelmed her, as the memory of swallowing his cum and having his dick in her ass overcame her reluctance to think about the memory anymore at all. She began typing.
"Went to the doctor. They said ur crazy & to leave me alone" 8:01 pm.
She sent the message with a smile on her face, and an emoji flipping the bird.
Stella saw the look on her face, and sprang like a cheetah. "Was it him? What'd he say? What'd you say! Oh my god!"
Despite the somber topic, both were smiling, and Charlene handed her the phone to read her response. It got exactly the reaction she wanted, as Stella began laughing.
The phone buzzed, and Stella nearly dropped it. She looked down, before gasping.
She looked at Charlene. "It's for you."
Charlene saw herself in miniature, and gasped herself. It was alongside James, somehow taken in the kitchen the month previous.
What was worse was the little triangle; not a picture, a video. She felt tears in her eyes as she pressed play, and heard her own voice coming through, tinny and desperate.
"I didn't mean to kill him, but I did. He surprised me, snuck up on me, and I just... reacted."
She sobbed, and began rubbing the marble subconsciously, as Stella comforted her.
Chapter 1
The man in the turtleneck sat back in his chair, the movement causing his dog to jump backwards. He didn't notice, as his eyes were stuck to the three screens at the work station. Each one showed the same subject, although from a different angle, their timings painstakingly synchronized previously.
He'd been quite busy for the last month. His job, his work, and his hobby ate up most of his days. It didn't bother him. He was personally disciplined. Never drank, worked out regularly, and didn't do drugs. His job, that of an EMT, led to random drug screenings. The odds of getting selected for one was increased as a result of the local hospital pharmacy robberies throughout the region.
That was what led to his work. He'd started in college and gotten a taste for the lifestyle of dealing drugs. The money, the women, and the sense of power drew him in; first weed, then buying prescriptions and half ounces of coke, Ecstasy ordered through the Darkweb.
He'd had a wild time of it, but had gotten in deeper than he'd realized with his Deepweb purchases. And now hospitals he worked at were having their pharmacies robbed, and he slept over a duffle bag with a hundred thousand US dollars in unmarked singles in the warehouse he operated his life from.
He shook the thoughts aside, focusing again on the footage on the screen. Charlene was a woman he'd met years ago, who occasionally hit him up when she couldn't get it from anyone else. He'd always put out feelers that he'd consider 'trading favors' but something about his unwillingness to disclose his profession seemed to make her uncomfortable. But not as close as an unconscious man she thought she'd killed, if the screens were any indicator.
He congratulated himself again on the foresight of bringing the cameras, as they were certainly going to pay dividends- tonight.
He typed out a message, and sent it. Then another. And finally, starting to get frustrated, another.
Finally, his phone began vibrating. He looked at the screen for a solid minute before he began to attach a file, and sent it with a cruel smile. He looked at his dog. "Time to make her sweat."
Chapter 2
The high-pitched voice of her friend continued, but the buzzing of her phone distracted Charlene. She made a note to check it soon, before checking back in to what her friend was saying; pleasantly surprised to find it was in fact about her, instead of Stella's usual self-obsession. The pleasant feeling soured quickly as Stella's blunt remarks brought back her unpleasant memories.
"I mean, I know I've already said it, but you did like, really smart. Like, I would've just called the cops, since my dad's a judge and all, we're all really legally good people." The petite blonde said this without a trace of irony on her freckled face; her emerald colored eyes had no sense of her hypocrisy as she shook the 1-liter bottle before pouring them both another serving of the Molly-water.
Charlene hated her in that moment; her wealth, her arrogance, her stupidity. She smiled as she took the drink. "Thanks Stella, for the drink, and the compliment. I'm really lucky I had him as a backup." She winced as she drank the foul concoction.
Then smiled genuinely at the thought of the MDMA she was about to experience before the two departed for the club. She continued to do her makeup alongside her best friend in Stella's oversized luxury bathroom, after fixing her hair towel, which had been knocked askew during her swallow.
Charlene continued on, unable to resist herself. "Speaking of your father, I bet he was glad to hear you and Sam split up, huh? Go back to calling it a phase, pretend he didn't raise a lesbo?" Charlene reached forward as she made the comments, pinching at her friends nipples behind the towel, eliciting giggles. Stella jumped backwards, and her towel fell down; Charlene suspected it wasn't an accident, but was more focused on the recent changes to her friend's chest since the last time she saw her topless.
Besides her stunning new tan, Charlene saw that both of her perky nipples were now pierced, curved silver bars standing out against her sunkissed skin. Stella giggled again, before turning to present a better view, and giving Charlene a unblocked view of her carefully trimmed landing strip. Bringing a finger to her mouth, she said. "Oops! Dropped my towel. You like the piercings? Got them for Mantha."
