Amy Tyler, her blue eyes blazing, the blonde hair all disheveled, stormed at Xavier Norman. She had heard, via the TV news, about the shooting of Clementine, and that Tom Josten finally surfaced. And there was Clementine's deathbed statement – she was the sole witness in the Dorine Delish murder. Of course Josten himself would've never let himself be known if Xavier hasn't been so desperate. After all, the old blues singer did point accusedly at Xavier that night at Infrared, during Edy's wildly sexy performance. Even Edy herself, on the stage, shouted at Xavier, "I know you killed Dorine!"
Amy told all this to Xavier who had hoped she would just go away. He had to think of ways to get rid of her.
God, now what am I going to do? My plane leaves in less than two hours. How can I get rid of this bothersome bitch?
"Amy," he said calmly, trying to reason with her and not give himself away, "I'm simply going away on business. Just scholarly research and all which you won't understand. As for this Clementine person and this other nonsense about a forty-year old murder, I have no idea what you're talking about. I've been here all night. Why, it's just today I received a call from one of my colleagues in Paris. He has run across some amazing manuscripts–"
Amy could take no more. She slapped Xavier hard across the face then said to him with clenched teeth, "Shut up! I would've known not to get involved with you! Let it be known I already called off my countersuit against Dave."
Xavier, his hand flying to his reddening cheek, just wished Amy would leave. But that would not happen, not with Amy knowing all she does. What if she has already called the police? Oh yes, I learned, via the radio, all about Dad and his "confession". The old bastard can't leave me alone in peace, let me get on with my life. No! He had to resurface, drag that whore's ghost with him. And that Edy! She's just as responsible as well. Her and her threats to report me to the university. But didn't another girl file charges this very week? Allison...I forget her last name. Her mother works at that den of filth as well as Edy Smith.
Hmm...if I can trash Allison before the university review board, paint her as a loose slut because her own mother once worked as a cheap stripper...
She threw herself at me, just like Edy, just like all the countless young harlots before them. They're all sluts and whores, not like Mother. Even Amy is like them: grasping, dangerous, seductive sirens who ruin all that is good and decent. Now, if only I could do to Amy what I did to that junkie Clementine. I still have the gun...
"Xavier!," Amy said. "Didn't you hear me? I said I dropped the suit. Dave can have his old divorce. I really never loved him anyway, not the way I love you."
"What?," came the surprised reply. Never in his life did any woman say that, at least not on purpose. In the past, Xavier sweet-talked women into believing they fell in love, but all Xavier wanted was the power and control he had over women. It was so easy to get women to fall for his good looks, sharp intellect, highbrow tastes, and urbane charm.
Then he would couple with them, hump them until they begged for mercy and screamed for more. But, in the end, the women ruined things by threatening to tell about Xavier's illicit sexual games. Isn't that the way it goes? Women come on to HIM. HE falls for their charms. HE wines and dines them. HE makes love to them with abandon. But THEY end up whining and complaining when everthing goes "too far."
Xavier, growing increasingly agitated with Amy, tried once more to reason with the woman, make her walk out of his life, never to return.
"All right, Amy. So you and Dave make a clean break. What does this have to do with me? All will be well, and–"
She became more insistent and threw it back at him. "No, Xavier! It's not all well! Tell me the truth! Are you wanted for sexual harassment? Are you, for real, Dorine's killer? ANSWER ME!"
She tried to slap Xavier again, but he was quicker. Instantly he grabbed her arm, roughly twisting it so she ended up with her back to him. She was quite immobilized.
He had her arm still twisted behind her, his other hand over her throat. He was desperate now, and Amy feared for her life. Then he told her a few things that made her tremble with sheer fright.
"Amy, I'm telling you for the last time – GET OUT OF HERE NOW, OR ELSE!"
He jerked and tugged at her arm, making her whimper and beg for release. Xavier especially loved that – the whining and pleading of a woman soundly defeated. Dorine sounded like that the very morning he strangled the life out of her. She begged him to spare her life, but the more she whimpered, the bolder he became.
Hell, Mom didn't have to egg me on; Dorine was doing a bang-up job of that herself. I believe I came while I tightened that towel around Dorine's elegant throat. God, she carried on so, struggling and squealing in agony, and I got off on that, like I'm getting off on Amy right now.
"Amy," he hissed in her ear, "you and I are taking a little trip. But not before I tell you a few things. You know I really hate you. If it hadn't been for you and your stupid 'Let's get back at David' nonsense then things would be just fine. But NO! YOU had to spoil it all, you whiny, sniveling, conniving bitch! You're just like the rest of them, those sluts who prance around half-naked in hubby's club. Predatory, grasping, ready to ruin all good men you come in contact with. Men like..."
"...Like your father, Ian?"
Now that can't be Amy who said that because Xavier still held his hand tightly over her mouth. And there is no one else in the apartment. Is it the police? Perhaps the building manager let them in with his passkey?
In a panic, Xavier slightly relaxed his grip on Amy who by now nearly passed out from fright. She saw that voice's owner long before Xavier. He removed his hand from her mouth, and she gasped for breath. She said, panting and sobbing, "It's HER, you asshole! It's HER!"
In disgust and anger, Xavier slammed Amy to the floor then proceeded to pin her down, tearing at her clothes.
"Maybe I can shut you up this way!," he hissed, his mouth covering hers, his hands ripping the dress from her body. Xavier slapped Amy across the face repeatedly. "All women! Sluts, whores, harlots! All of you!"
He undid his fly then roughly parted Amy's legs. Without much effort – Amy was too frightened and fatigued to fight back – Xavier ripped off her pantyhose, revealing that wondrous treasure he felt need to conquer.
Pinning her to the floor so she could do no more than wiggle a bit, he mounted her.
Amy, finally finding the strength, tried in vain to fight him off, but he was too strong, too insistent. She felt the tip on her mound; then she felt his hardened member enter her unprepared vagina. Normally Amy would welcome a little rough-n-tumble sex with Xavier, but this was no bizarre bedroom game; it was vicious rape.
"NOOOO! STOP IT!," she screamed over and over, her body bucking against his violent pounding. Now why is her body responding like that? Why does her mind say "NO" while her body wriggles and writhes deliriously under his?
Amy couldn't help herself. She knew this was rape but all the sudden it felt so good. She rocked and bucked her body, locking her legs around him. The more he rammed up her now moist vagina, the more she responded with rapturous squirming. Amy cried out in both agony and desire. She really wanted him inside her, wanted him to master and conquer her.
He slammed into her again, harder this time, causing Amy to bounce that petite slender body
up and down. She kissed Xavier ferociously, raked her nails down his back, feeling the silky smooth texture of his shirt. Oh the power he carried between his legs was no match for what Dave managed to give her. Dave was OK as a lover, but Xavier was a wild man, a man whose intense lust and virility awakened the desirable woman within. So what if David has his little stripper mistress? I have all this MAN with me, inside me, making me come oh God so many times...
"MMMM...OOH! AHHHH! XAVIER! UMMMMPPH!!"
She moaned and bellowed in anticipation of his climax. She felt his penis dance and throb deep within. He kept thrusting, harder and non-stop, enjoying Amy's fiery response.
Squirming and thrashing under him, Amy finally came, her orgasm exploding over her body with such intensity, such feral abandon. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on Xavier's huge hard member, her entire body throbbing and quivering with enjoyment. He pressed down hard on her enlarged, engorged clit, sending Amy into a frenzied twitching fit of erotic ecstasy. She screamed and whimpered her enjoyment, slamming her pelvis up to his, wanting to prolong the physical contact and her own sexual fulfillment.
She heard Xavier's deep wild groan as he finally exploded into her. Ah, this was so wonderful, so indescribably satisifying.
******
They laid there on the floor, their legs still entwined together. Amy, still throbbing and squirming with pleasure, slithered under Xavier, wanting him inside her again. Xavier, half hating himself for allowing Amy to take control of what was to be a violent, vicious "silencing", felt his member grow hard again.
He thrilled at Amy's delicious serpentine movements, her tiny whimpers couched with both desire and fear. Yes, it was like that with Edy, and the others. So like all women who come on to men only to protest, "Please don't," while they prolong the seduction game.
It was that helplessness combined with unbridled sexuality that turned on Xavier so. He thought of every woman and girl he seduced, from the time he was a mere freshman at prep school. Thinking back on all those delicious ladies who flung themselves at him just because he was cute and sensual, gave Xavier a potent charge.
He prepared to mount Amy again, kissing her mouth and body violently. She spread her legs, still squirming that lithe little body. Oh God she feels so good twisting about in my arms, wriggling and writhing like a dangerous, treacherous, sexually aroused snake. He closed his eyes as he entered her again, this time more violently, more painfully, not wanting to concentrate on Amy, but on Dorine...
******
He knew he missed his plane, but there were other ways to leave the country. The police have yet to arrive, and they certainly won't come here. Xavier had it all covered, although he never told Amy that. The cops would obviously come to his official address, not here, where he often entertained various call girls and other more willing ladies. In this apartment, far from the environs of Infrared, he could indulge his dark desires.
Amy was presently sleeping on the couch where they coupled a third time. The woman was obviously exhausted, thoroughly worn out from so much strenuous amorous activity.
As she slept, Xavier called an overseas friend. He needed to use the friend's company jet, and if it could be readied within the hour. So what he had to leave Amy here alone, walk out of her life for good. He gave her a good time, although it was not what he wanted. Xavier's life was about control and power over women, not letting them get the upper hand.
Once he finished his phone call and made final travel arrangements, Xavier hurriedly dressed and repacked a few things before re-checking his fake ID and passport. Amy will be asleep for some time, a good time to make a quick escape. Once she wakes up and realizes she was being used by Xavier, she may alert the police, now that it is obvious they won't find him at his usual address. No, once they arrive he will be on his way, somewhere.
Xavier momentarily watched Amy as she slept. She is a pretty woman, if not as well-endowed as Edy or as statuesque as Allison. Why he cornered her that night after class those many years ago was beyond all explanation. True he found her attractive, intelligent. But he never wanted any part in her crazy scheme to get back at David. In reality, if he hadn't gone along with her then none of this mess with Dorine would surface. He wouldn't have had been compelled to shoot and kill the sole eyewitness to the crime. And he wouldn't be forced to flee the country with the police literally nipping at his heels.
He sighed then went to the bedroom to fetch a few more items. Not too many things to take as he could buy what he needed while traveling. Ah, in less than an hour I shall be in the air, bound for any place, anywhere I can finally breath easy. Now, gather my bags, slip out the back way, down to the garage, where I can make a clean getaway.
Before Xavier returned to the living room, he swore he heard someone speaking. Now he panicked. Surely Amy hadn't awakened, but he was sure he heard a feminine voice. He paused just short of the living room, not wanting to be seen. This is obviously not the police, and it is not Amy for he knew her voice. No, this other voice is not Amy's. Why don't I hear her replying? This other woman is doing all the talking.
He slowly and stealthly crept down the hallway, peeped around the post, only to see a still sleeping Amy. Xavier went into a panic because Amy wasn't lying down. She was standing up, holding his gun and pointing it at him!
"Amy," he said, with a sudden lunge to take the gun away from her. "Give that gun to me. Give it to me!"
Damn it all to Hell! Now what to do? I have to leave within minutes if I want to make that jet, and this stupid bitch is ruining it again!
"Damn you, Amy! I said hand over that gun!"
Amy didn't move; she still stood there holding it, aiming point blank at Xavier.
Now Xavier finally lost it. With a mighty lunge, he grabbed Amy, trying desperately to wrest the gun from her hands. But she was still resistant, still kept fighting him off. They struggled more, with Amy biting down hard on Xavier's hand. The professor gave a mighty yelp of pain, jumped back, and watched in horror as Amy cocked the hammer. She had that gun still pointed directly at him.
"No, Amy!," he pleaded, falling to his knees, "please don't do this. Think of the consequences. You could go to prison for life; you could be sentenced to death..."
Amy was still silent, her steely gaze locked on Xavier as she took aim and began to squeeze the trigger.
He said with tears streaming down his face, "No...No, please don't kill me..."
"LOOK AT YOU! BEGGING AND PLEADING FOR LIFE! WHEN I DID THE SAME THING, YOU KEPT CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF ME!"
Xavier, for a moment, thought Amy said something but he didn't see lips move. No, that was the same voice he heard earlier, before he forced himself on Amy, then just a few minutes ago. He heard footsteps this time; they seem to be coming up from behind. He whirled around to see...HER! Oh no! How can this be? Surely he was seeing things.
Xavier remained silent, but felt the need to speak. But speech never came to him as he fixed his eyes on the wraith standing before him.
She was tall, curvaceous, beautiful, with her abundant dark auburn hair piled high. Her eyes flashed fire as she walked up to him in that same sexy hip-wriggling gait that made her a star.
She wore a dress of black satin, similar to the one worn during her final performance, only in life she didn't know it would indeed be her last. The dress did little to hide the famous figure – skintight with a daringly plunging neckline and a slit on the side clear up to the thigh.
Xavier knew this woman and finally spoke her name in a hushed, trembling voice.
"Dorine..."
"Yes, Xavier, or should I say 'Ian'."
She stood over him then glanced at the still unconscious yet upright Amy.
Xavier was sorely scared that Amy had the power to shoot him in cold blood. He also feared that this ghost of Dorine would smite him down. He was rendered speechless as he listened to Dorine.
"Ian, why didn't you just leave me and your dad alone? No! You had to listen to your mommy, let her make you do her dirty work! And for what? Your mom killed herself in the end, and your dad had to go into hiding, deny all he ever knew, even you! And you, adopted by a got-lots family who gave you everything money could buy. But they forgot one thing: how to love you. When the Normans took you in they didn't know they got a twisted little shit who committed murder at thirteen. They just looked the other way while you screwed your way to the top, seducing every skirt who came within ten feet of you. Oh yeah, I know all about your flings in prep school then all through college. Then on to a plum professorship where you hunted down the girls like a dog hunts rabbits. And Edy was one of those girls, one sweet lady who had your child only to see it born dead. You did NOTHING to help her! You only looked out for yourself!"
Xavier tried to protest, but it was no use. Dorine continued her tirade, giving him a richly deserved condemnation.
"Why did you let Amy sucker you into her divorce suit? Why did you agree to 'help' her ruin David and Edy? Oh yeah! You liked screwing her, so you said 'Yes!' And you said 'Yes' when she dragged you to Infrared, where Edy wore my dress. I knew the dress was cursed, and I wanted Edy to buy it so she could out you for the scumbag you really are!"
Then, "I didn't mean for her to lose control like that last night, but it had to be done. She has no business being in burlesque. That girl has a bright future in music, but YOU took that dream away from her! Just as you took Clementine's life, just to shut her up so you'll, as always, get off scot-free! At least they, and Allison, had the guts to face you down, show you up for the monster you are."
She looked at Amy, then at a groveling Xavier who still couldn't say a word. Dorine gloated at the man's ultimate defeat.
"Please, Dorine. I didn't mean it! I just wanted...wanted to love you...to have you, but Dad wouldn't let you go! I had to kill you so Mother wouldn't cry anymore. So Dad could come to his senses and..."
"Shut up!," shouted Dorine, her eyes glowing with rage. "Amy will finish the job she came here to do, that is if you hadn't forced yourself on her, screwing the daylights out of her."
"W-What?"
"You heard me! Amy was coming here to kill you because you ruined things for her as well. Now...it's YOUR turn to beg for your life."
And with that, Dorine vanished in a crimson mist, leaving Xavier to stare at a now fully awake Amy. He looked at her with pleading eyes, begging her to spare his life.
"What? Just like Dorine Delish did when you, at your mom's urging, tied that towel around her throat even tighter, squeezing the very life out of her? No, Xavier, I mean Ian. It ends now!"
She ignored his pleas, his screams for mercy. With deadly aim, she squeezed the trigger and fired until the gun emptied its deadly load.
TO BE CONTINUED...GO TO THE CONCLUSION!
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