Late Night at the Bar
Kayla had been showing up at the bar for several weeks. Always closing it down, she would be the last patron left. Billy listened to her drone on and on about her day, her recent breakup and so on ad nauseam. But has he looked at her pretty face and puppy dog eyes, all he could thing about was being with her. But girls like this—never went out with guys like him. So tonight, he slipped a little something into her drink. Once she was out he took her to the couch at the back of the bar and groped and fondled her. Be he did not judge properly the amount of drug and she quickly woke and was at full alertness, ready to call the cops. He panicked and on instinct, pulled out his gun and shot her twice in the chest. She fell, instantly dead. Oh fuck. After a moment of consideration, he continued where he left off, this time knowing there would be no interruptions. He continued to play with her body, grope her and pay special attention to her feet–at one point rubbing her soles on his crotch. Later, he fucked her in a few positions before releasing his load, glazing her chest with streaks of cum–mixing with the blood from her wounds. Afterwords, he had her posed up on the bar, looking her over, sipping a drink and thinking about how to get rid of her body.
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