Strangers Wearing Makeup: Chapter Five [A Murder Well Rehearsed]

I had gone to the local drug store, a place called CVC or CVX or something like that, to purchase some sleeping pills. Not for me, but for Thomas -- that big gelatinous monster. He was huge, I first saw him when I staked out his work place. This guy was a monster, six foot nine and probably a good four hundred pounds. Now at first you might see that as being a good thing, a big buff monster to keep you safe. Maybe he was like that when he was younger, but now his waist was just a deflated balloon. Probably sixty or seventy inches around.
He was disgusting. A giant blob.

I needed a few packages of sleeping pills in order to make sure this guy was done for. So I bought six.

I drove my Euro-piece-of-shit car a few blocks from there house and walked the rest of the way. As I walked on the sidewalk of this nice, upscale neighborhood, I kept having flashbacks of when I fucked Allison the night before.

We were in the study at her house, she was wearing a black -- skin tight dress. I could see every inch of her 42 inch butt trying to squeeze itself out of that dress.
We were both sitting in the study, drinking when she got to her feet and walked to the bookshelf.
"Gus, I haven't had sex in three months." She told me reaching one arm up to a higher shelf.
"That's quite a long time, is it because your husband's so huge?" I asked with a chuckle.
"No, WE haven't had sex in about two years." She said looking back at me over her shoulder, lifting one of her legs slightly. With her raised arm she rotated her hand and beckoned me to come over to her.
So I did.
I slid my hands up the sides of her legs and around her hips. Up the sides of her stomach, around her full -- perfect breasts, and that's where they stayed. Her lowered arm reached back for me and pulled at my pants, pulling me closer to her. I kissed the back of her neck and fondled her breasts. She let out an almost silent moan and lifted her leg higher. She undid my pants with her one hand and pulled me out. I let my left arm drop and lifted her leg from the inside. Then I slid in.
I felt the warm, wet insides as they wrapped around my hardened penis. She squeezed around it and her ass pressed into me. She started grinding harder, into me, each time faster. I bit into her neck and wrapped her right arm around my head, grabbing the back of my neck. I fondled her breasts, digging my hand into her top and pinching her nipples. That's when her breaths started getting shorter and quicker.
Faster and faster until they eventually merged together into one long silent scream. I could feel her face, frozen in ecstasy, then she screamed and her body went limp.

The door was left unlocked and I walked right in. Allison went out to The Shell Beach Club and left the old drunk home. As I made my way up the spiral staircase to the master bedroom. He was already passed out on the bed, old television shows from the fifties were playing in the background. He was snoring loudly, a bottle of J&B on the night stand next to him. I walked next to him and opened his mouth. The stench hit me, that burning second hand stink of alcohol from another person's mouth. It makes my eyes water, its that potent.
I take one full bottle and pour it down his mouth, followed by a shot of J&B. He chokes but instinctively swallows them down. He starts moving, like he's going to get up. I jump on his chest, my knees digging into his shoulders. I wrap one hand around his throat and pour more pills down it with the other. He starts to struggle, but I squeeze tight and shove the whole plastic container down the open hole called his mouth. I hear a gargling sound and soon he isn't moving at all.
I wait around a while, waiting to see if he's still alive.
Nothing. A few pills fall from his mouth, but it's nothing to be worried about.
I roll him over and take off his shirt. I take out my pocket knife and slice off a piece of skin from his right shoulder blade. I put the knife in my pocket along with the piece of skin, and I leave.
I'm already shaking.

-Sir Jestro