Kiss Me, Kill Me
Turning up the radio, the man in the car listened to the upcoming weather report as he finally got enough of listening to the silence of heavy rain pitter pattering against the car.
“Ugh. Come on. No more rain!” The man frowned as he heard the weather report, instantly regretting it.
Keeping his eyes trained on the slick road he kept driving, following the curved roads, trying to get to his safe luxury of home.
“Fuck!” He screamed out as his car came to a jerk, making him slide in his seat, the seatbelt keeping him protected “Can this day get any worse?” he mused to himself.
Grabbing the umbrella from the backseat he opened the door. he started coughing as he neared the front of the car, smoke emitting from under the hood. Stepping back he unlatched it and pulled it up, trying to get away from the smoke.
Inspecting around, the culprit of stopping the car was an overheated engine and a snapped fan belt.
The man ran his hand through his short blonde hair. His car wasn’t that reliable and he knew it, but it was a gift from his father, something he wanted to hold onto until it ran into the ground. He kept extra supplies in the trunk for problems like this, but he couldn’t touch anything unless he wanted scalded hands.
Fishing into his pocket he brought out his cell phone, hoping he could call someone to pick him up and tow his car. Expletives spewing out as the screen displayed no signal no matter which way he moved.
A thunder crack brought him out of his thinking daze, forcing him to look around. Dusk was settling, making the man weary of his surroundings. If you could say there were surroundings. There was grassy field everywhere.
The man squinted as he seen a big house in good walking distance, maybe there would be help. It looked like all the lights were off, but a failed try is better than no try at all. The only other options would be to try to hike to his house, but that’s still a good 9 mile trip, Or sit out in the rain, but he didn’t see anyone down that road as he was driving, pretty sure no one would now.
The closer he got, the more the house got into his sight. Realizing the house wasn’t a house, but it was in fact, A mansion.
He sighed as he approached the door, hopefully his lengthy walk would pay off for something. Taking a firm grasp on the large knocker he boomed it against the ancient looking wooden door 3 times, pretty sure he woke the dead with one loud knock as it was.
No one. Not even a mouse squeak, just the rain hitting the umbrella above his head. Reaching his had up too the knocker again, drawing back when the door creaked, but didn’t open.
Grasping the handle he jiggled it, suspecting it to be locked, but to his surprise, it wasn’t. Wiping his shoes on the ratty welcome mat he entered the dark room, feeling around on the wall for a light switch, successfully finding one.
A gasp escaping his lips as he looked around the extravagant room, assuming it as the living room.
“Hello” a voice startled him, almost making him drop his closed umbrella.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry miss, I didn’t mean to intrude. No one answered and the door was unlocked and my car is acting weird and I needed some help cause it rai-” He got cut off from his nervous rambling as the woman held up a hand in attempt to silence him.
“It’s not a problem at all, I assure” the woman smiled, putting the man in front of her at slight ease.
“My names Chris” he said holding his hand out to the lady.
“Kari” she responded taking a firm grasp on the mans hand.
Chris took in Kari’s features, wanting to know about her and why she was so kind when he basically broke into her home.
Reddish-Brown Medium Length Wavy Hair, Brown Eyes, Caramel Skin. A feature he appreciated were her shapely child bearing hips. Her legs clothed in tight black leggings, fitting like a second skin. Black boots reaching mid shin. A fitted Black Corset with Sheer Teal sleeves, Flowing out freely in multiple layers from the elbows. He couldn’t help but notice the hint of cleavage from the top of the corset.
“Eyes. Up here” Kari quipped at Chris causing him to come out of his semi-trance.
“Sorry” He stammered out “Uh… Oh, can I use your phone, please?”
“Sure, It’s over here” Kari walked over to the couch, motioning Chris to follow her.
A chill went through his body as he seen a big axe over the fireplace.
“Oh, don’t worry about that ole thing. It’s a family heirloom.” Kari chuckled as she sat down on the couch, motioning to the phone on her left for him to use.
“It’s not working” Chris frowned, hitting the receiver button multiple times, hoping to hear the familiar dial tone, but nothing came out except silence, signaling the phone was dead.
“Dammit” Kari pouted “Well, There is one up in my room. Here, Let me take you up there”
Chris followed orders as Kari beckoned him to follow her up the stairs. Taking in the site of her derriere swaying back and forth as she ascended each step.
“Wow. Your house is beautiful” Chris commented as he reached the 2nd level, wondering what the other levels looked like.
“Thank you” Kari smiled, sitting down on the bed, motioning him to sit next to her so he can use the phone.
“Uh, I’m not trying to be funny, but this phone is dead too.” Chris frowned sadly setting it back on the receiver.
“What? I hate when they do this. I barely use the phones as it is, but when I need them, they are always acting wonky.” Kari said, putting her head in her hands.
“No, It’s okay. But can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure” She nodded.
“May I please stay here for the night? I’ll pay you for the stay. It’s raining and storming out, so I cant walk and maybe that’s why the phones are acting weird”
“Yes, you can stay here and you don’t have to pay me for it. What am I? a common corner hooker?” She laughed.
“Are you sure?” He questioned, shocked by her continuing hospitality.
“It would be my pleasure. I don’t have much company out here.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that” He said in sympathy. He knows how it is to be alone for long periods of time. Getting his way to the job he has now consisted of multiple nights spent alone, driving along with just a radio on the road.
“Since I’m gonna be here for a while. Let’s get to know each other” Chris said, scooting back on the bed. “Oh, OH! No, Not like that!” He said wide eyed and flabbergasted when she raised her eyebrow at him.
“Okay, I’ll go first” She started. “My name is Kari -Short for Karina- Last name Kerch. I am 19. I am a widow. I kept the last name of my first husband, Barry. I live in this house and I don’t go out much. Not that exciting of a life, huh?”
Chris was shocked to hear that such a beautiful young woman was cooped up in such a deserted home.
“Okay. Well. My name is Chris -Short for Christopher, Of course.- Last name Jericho. I am 40. My job requires me to go all around the world. I was currently on the way home when my car decided to be an ass clown” He shook his head, cursing the old car in his mind “Oh, excuse my language” he said catching the last word he said.
“Oh please. Feel free to curse like a sailor if you wish. Lord knows I fucking do” She said leaning against her headboard.
“And you seemed like a little miss prim and proper. Tsk. Tsk.” Chris chuckled.
“And you seemed like the perfect gentleman” She smirked.
“Touché. But I can be” He winked.
“Really now?” She questioned, intrigued.
“Hello? Kari? Mrs. Kerch? Where are you?” Chris asked at the room became dark. Only light coming from the moon, shining through the very dusty windows.
“Right here” He heard her voice, her face accompanying it. The corner she was in being light by one single match. He watched as she light a candle and set it on the night stand.
“Need not to worry. This happens quite frequently.” She cooed.
“Really now?” He turned his head, to be met with her lips smashing against his.
He moaned and deepened the kiss as he slid his hands under her shirt, shocked to find no bra. Easier access.
He slid her shirt off to expose her perky boobs staring back at him.
“Like what you see?” she gave a sultry grin.
“Yes, very much so.” he grinned back.
Pouncing on him, she tore his button up shirt off and quickly slid off his undershirt.
“We’re not patient, are we?” he laughed.
“Not particularly” she laughed back and she worked on his belt.
She slid his pants and boxers down. His erect member springing in her face.
Grasping it, she worked it slowly in her hand, licking the tip every now and then.
He flipped her over, her teasing was to much for him to take.
“No more foreplay?” she giggled.
“Nope” he smirked.
“Kari?” Chris groaned. Groggily rising from the messy bed. The woman he previously made love to was missing from his side.
Stumbling through the dimly light hallways, he found his way to the staircase. Silently creeping down them as he heard a thumping coming from the living room.
His breath caught in his throat as he felt the sudden urge to slap himself. Anything to wake him up from this horrible dream he was having. He just had the most amazing sex he has ever had and the scene in front of him made him want to hurl as he felt used and cheap.
“She loves me. I know she does. We have something special” He kept whispering self assurance to himself. Not wondering where this over growing fondness of the woman came from.
“Shhh, Get nice and comfortable. Tonight will be perfect.” The woman in the living room moaned into a dread locked mans hear and she pushed him onto a couch. The same one he sat on when he first entered the house.
“Stop teasing me now, Kari” the man said, tugging on her waistband. Drawing her down to on top of him.
“Take your time. Patience, my dear. And everything will be perfect, Barry” She said as she slipped something out from her waistband.
Chris drew closer and closer. As if they didn’t even notice he was now in the room. As if Barry and Kari were the only ones.
“Getting kinky tonight, are we darlin’?” Barry grunted as he got blindfolded by the Latina woman on top of him.
“Uh-Huh. Tonight will be perfect. You’ll see” she gave a unseen cocky smirk to the man under her.
He moaned and she ground herself into ever growing bulge.
She undid his belt, sliding it off as she ground into him.
“What are you doing?” He asked, as he felt something go around his wrists.
“Don’t worry, just your belt. I want this night to be fun” She said with a devilish tone.
“Where did you go?” Barry questioned, feeling an absence of weight on top on him.
“Don’t worry darling, I’m right here” She giggled.
“Getting your sexy ass ready to ride on ‘The Kerch’?’
“Of course, Baby. You know I love ‘The Kerch’” She said seductively.
Chris was still watching, the threat of bile rising in his throat drawing nearer with each word the 2 exchanged.
He pressed his palms firmly into his tightly shut eyes. Hoping that it was all a dream or an illusion. Hoping the ibuprofen he taken during his drive home was a hallucinogenic drug someone slipped into the bottle as a bad prank.
Opening his eyes, he found out that was not the case. He was there, so were they, and it was very real.
He stared into the fire, trying to collect his thoughts before he thought about making any moves.
Looking back to the woman, he took a double take. She wasn’t in the same spot she was and something was off.
She popped up from doing something on the floor, a twisted grin plastered on her face.
Chris screamed as he ran to tackle the woman from what she was about to do, only to phase right through her, as if she was a ghost.
He looked on horrified as she swung the axe into the horny dreaded man. Aiming right in the throat, giving no time for him to get any air to scream. Blood spattering against the surrounding objects, including himself.
He closed his eyes and screamed, only to re-open them as he was falling out of bed. “It was all a dream?” he asked himself, a sigh of relief escaping his lips after he frantically checked his body for blood when he stood up, only to find none on him.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Kari asked emerging from the connected Bathroom.
“Nothing, I just had the weirdest dream.” He shook his head.
“What was it about?” She drew nearing at his side.
“Don’t worry” He said, pecking her on the lips.
“Was it something like this” she said from behind him as she kissed his neck. Reaching a hand in the front of his boxers, her hand teasing his already hardening cock.
“You can make whatever you want it to be” he smirked.
“How about this?” She asked.
A loud thump bounced around the walls.
“Damn, and I liked him too” She swung the axe over her shoulder, inspecting her handy work. Chris was split apart in 2 pieces, the handy family heirloom doing it’s job as it split the man in half from the crotch to the head.
She walked over him and sat on the bed, propping the weapon against the bed. Pouring a little wine into the Champaign Flute next to the bed.
“Levi, my darling” She said, taking a sip of her wine, waiting for the man.
A southern man stepped into the room wearing a red button up shirt with the top buttons undone and black slacks. “Yes, my lady?” he asked bowing to her.
“Can you be a doll and take care of this for me?” she looked at the poor sap on the floor.
“As you wish” He smirked. “You did excellent work, if I may say”
“You may, Thank You” she said with a self satisfactory smirk.
“I love you” She said to her long life affiar on her ex-husband and after life lover.
“I love you too.”
“Ugh. Come on. No more rain!” The man frowned as he heard the weather report, instantly regretting it.
Keeping his eyes trained on the slick road he kept driving, following the curved roads, trying to get to his safe luxury of home.
“Fuck!” He screamed out as his car came to a jerk, making him slide in his seat, the seatbelt keeping him protected “Can this day get any worse?” he mused to himself.
Grabbing the umbrella from the backseat he opened the door. he started coughing as he neared the front of the car, smoke emitting from under the hood. Stepping back he unlatched it and pulled it up, trying to get away from the smoke.
Inspecting around, the culprit of stopping the car was an overheated engine and a snapped fan belt.
The man ran his hand through his short blonde hair. His car wasn’t that reliable and he knew it, but it was a gift from his father, something he wanted to hold onto until it ran into the ground. He kept extra supplies in the trunk for problems like this, but he couldn’t touch anything unless he wanted scalded hands.
Fishing into his pocket he brought out his cell phone, hoping he could call someone to pick him up and tow his car. Expletives spewing out as the screen displayed no signal no matter which way he moved.
A thunder crack brought him out of his thinking daze, forcing him to look around. Dusk was settling, making the man weary of his surroundings. If you could say there were surroundings. There was grassy field everywhere.
The man squinted as he seen a big house in good walking distance, maybe there would be help. It looked like all the lights were off, but a failed try is better than no try at all. The only other options would be to try to hike to his house, but that’s still a good 9 mile trip, Or sit out in the rain, but he didn’t see anyone down that road as he was driving, pretty sure no one would now.
The closer he got, the more the house got into his sight. Realizing the house wasn’t a house, but it was in fact, A mansion.
He sighed as he approached the door, hopefully his lengthy walk would pay off for something. Taking a firm grasp on the large knocker he boomed it against the ancient looking wooden door 3 times, pretty sure he woke the dead with one loud knock as it was.
No one. Not even a mouse squeak, just the rain hitting the umbrella above his head. Reaching his had up too the knocker again, drawing back when the door creaked, but didn’t open.
Grasping the handle he jiggled it, suspecting it to be locked, but to his surprise, it wasn’t. Wiping his shoes on the ratty welcome mat he entered the dark room, feeling around on the wall for a light switch, successfully finding one.
A gasp escaping his lips as he looked around the extravagant room, assuming it as the living room.
“Hello” a voice startled him, almost making him drop his closed umbrella.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry miss, I didn’t mean to intrude. No one answered and the door was unlocked and my car is acting weird and I needed some help cause it rai-” He got cut off from his nervous rambling as the woman held up a hand in attempt to silence him.
“It’s not a problem at all, I assure” the woman smiled, putting the man in front of her at slight ease.
“My names Chris” he said holding his hand out to the lady.
“Kari” she responded taking a firm grasp on the mans hand.
Chris took in Kari’s features, wanting to know about her and why she was so kind when he basically broke into her home.
Reddish-Brown Medium Length Wavy Hair, Brown Eyes, Caramel Skin. A feature he appreciated were her shapely child bearing hips. Her legs clothed in tight black leggings, fitting like a second skin. Black boots reaching mid shin. A fitted Black Corset with Sheer Teal sleeves, Flowing out freely in multiple layers from the elbows. He couldn’t help but notice the hint of cleavage from the top of the corset.
“Eyes. Up here” Kari quipped at Chris causing him to come out of his semi-trance.
“Sorry” He stammered out “Uh… Oh, can I use your phone, please?”
“Sure, It’s over here” Kari walked over to the couch, motioning Chris to follow her.
A chill went through his body as he seen a big axe over the fireplace.
“Oh, don’t worry about that ole thing. It’s a family heirloom.” Kari chuckled as she sat down on the couch, motioning to the phone on her left for him to use.
“It’s not working” Chris frowned, hitting the receiver button multiple times, hoping to hear the familiar dial tone, but nothing came out except silence, signaling the phone was dead.
“Dammit” Kari pouted “Well, There is one up in my room. Here, Let me take you up there”
Chris followed orders as Kari beckoned him to follow her up the stairs. Taking in the site of her derriere swaying back and forth as she ascended each step.
“Wow. Your house is beautiful” Chris commented as he reached the 2nd level, wondering what the other levels looked like.
“Thank you” Kari smiled, sitting down on the bed, motioning him to sit next to her so he can use the phone.
“Uh, I’m not trying to be funny, but this phone is dead too.” Chris frowned sadly setting it back on the receiver.
“What? I hate when they do this. I barely use the phones as it is, but when I need them, they are always acting wonky.” Kari said, putting her head in her hands.
“No, It’s okay. But can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure” She nodded.
“May I please stay here for the night? I’ll pay you for the stay. It’s raining and storming out, so I cant walk and maybe that’s why the phones are acting weird”
“Yes, you can stay here and you don’t have to pay me for it. What am I? a common corner hooker?” She laughed.
“Are you sure?” He questioned, shocked by her continuing hospitality.
“It would be my pleasure. I don’t have much company out here.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that” He said in sympathy. He knows how it is to be alone for long periods of time. Getting his way to the job he has now consisted of multiple nights spent alone, driving along with just a radio on the road.
“Since I’m gonna be here for a while. Let’s get to know each other” Chris said, scooting back on the bed. “Oh, OH! No, Not like that!” He said wide eyed and flabbergasted when she raised her eyebrow at him.
“Okay, I’ll go first” She started. “My name is Kari -Short for Karina- Last name Kerch. I am 19. I am a widow. I kept the last name of my first husband, Barry. I live in this house and I don’t go out much. Not that exciting of a life, huh?”
Chris was shocked to hear that such a beautiful young woman was cooped up in such a deserted home.
“Okay. Well. My name is Chris -Short for Christopher, Of course.- Last name Jericho. I am 40. My job requires me to go all around the world. I was currently on the way home when my car decided to be an ass clown” He shook his head, cursing the old car in his mind “Oh, excuse my language” he said catching the last word he said.
“Oh please. Feel free to curse like a sailor if you wish. Lord knows I fucking do” She said leaning against her headboard.
“And you seemed like a little miss prim and proper. Tsk. Tsk.” Chris chuckled.
“And you seemed like the perfect gentleman” She smirked.
“Touché. But I can be” He winked.
“Really now?” She questioned, intrigued.
“Hello? Kari? Mrs. Kerch? Where are you?” Chris asked at the room became dark. Only light coming from the moon, shining through the very dusty windows.
“Right here” He heard her voice, her face accompanying it. The corner she was in being light by one single match. He watched as she light a candle and set it on the night stand.
“Need not to worry. This happens quite frequently.” She cooed.
“Really now?” He turned his head, to be met with her lips smashing against his.
He moaned and deepened the kiss as he slid his hands under her shirt, shocked to find no bra. Easier access.
He slid her shirt off to expose her perky boobs staring back at him.
“Like what you see?” she gave a sultry grin.
“Yes, very much so.” he grinned back.
Pouncing on him, she tore his button up shirt off and quickly slid off his undershirt.
“We’re not patient, are we?” he laughed.
“Not particularly” she laughed back and she worked on his belt.
She slid his pants and boxers down. His erect member springing in her face.
Grasping it, she worked it slowly in her hand, licking the tip every now and then.
He flipped her over, her teasing was to much for him to take.
“No more foreplay?” she giggled.
“Nope” he smirked.
“Kari?” Chris groaned. Groggily rising from the messy bed. The woman he previously made love to was missing from his side.
Stumbling through the dimly light hallways, he found his way to the staircase. Silently creeping down them as he heard a thumping coming from the living room.
His breath caught in his throat as he felt the sudden urge to slap himself. Anything to wake him up from this horrible dream he was having. He just had the most amazing sex he has ever had and the scene in front of him made him want to hurl as he felt used and cheap.
“She loves me. I know she does. We have something special” He kept whispering self assurance to himself. Not wondering where this over growing fondness of the woman came from.
“Shhh, Get nice and comfortable. Tonight will be perfect.” The woman in the living room moaned into a dread locked mans hear and she pushed him onto a couch. The same one he sat on when he first entered the house.
“Stop teasing me now, Kari” the man said, tugging on her waistband. Drawing her down to on top of him.
“Take your time. Patience, my dear. And everything will be perfect, Barry” She said as she slipped something out from her waistband.
Chris drew closer and closer. As if they didn’t even notice he was now in the room. As if Barry and Kari were the only ones.
“Getting kinky tonight, are we darlin’?” Barry grunted as he got blindfolded by the Latina woman on top of him.
“Uh-Huh. Tonight will be perfect. You’ll see” she gave a unseen cocky smirk to the man under her.
He moaned and she ground herself into ever growing bulge.
She undid his belt, sliding it off as she ground into him.
“What are you doing?” He asked, as he felt something go around his wrists.
“Don’t worry, just your belt. I want this night to be fun” She said with a devilish tone.
“Where did you go?” Barry questioned, feeling an absence of weight on top on him.
“Don’t worry darling, I’m right here” She giggled.
“Getting your sexy ass ready to ride on ‘The Kerch’?’
“Of course, Baby. You know I love ‘The Kerch’” She said seductively.
Chris was still watching, the threat of bile rising in his throat drawing nearer with each word the 2 exchanged.
He pressed his palms firmly into his tightly shut eyes. Hoping that it was all a dream or an illusion. Hoping the ibuprofen he taken during his drive home was a hallucinogenic drug someone slipped into the bottle as a bad prank.
Opening his eyes, he found out that was not the case. He was there, so were they, and it was very real.
He stared into the fire, trying to collect his thoughts before he thought about making any moves.
Looking back to the woman, he took a double take. She wasn’t in the same spot she was and something was off.
She popped up from doing something on the floor, a twisted grin plastered on her face.
Chris screamed as he ran to tackle the woman from what she was about to do, only to phase right through her, as if she was a ghost.
He looked on horrified as she swung the axe into the horny dreaded man. Aiming right in the throat, giving no time for him to get any air to scream. Blood spattering against the surrounding objects, including himself.
He closed his eyes and screamed, only to re-open them as he was falling out of bed. “It was all a dream?” he asked himself, a sigh of relief escaping his lips after he frantically checked his body for blood when he stood up, only to find none on him.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Kari asked emerging from the connected Bathroom.
“Nothing, I just had the weirdest dream.” He shook his head.
“What was it about?” She drew nearing at his side.
“Don’t worry” He said, pecking her on the lips.
“Was it something like this” she said from behind him as she kissed his neck. Reaching a hand in the front of his boxers, her hand teasing his already hardening cock.
“You can make whatever you want it to be” he smirked.
“How about this?” She asked.
A loud thump bounced around the walls.
“Damn, and I liked him too” She swung the axe over her shoulder, inspecting her handy work. Chris was split apart in 2 pieces, the handy family heirloom doing it’s job as it split the man in half from the crotch to the head.
She walked over him and sat on the bed, propping the weapon against the bed. Pouring a little wine into the Champaign Flute next to the bed.
“Levi, my darling” She said, taking a sip of her wine, waiting for the man.
A southern man stepped into the room wearing a red button up shirt with the top buttons undone and black slacks. “Yes, my lady?” he asked bowing to her.
“Can you be a doll and take care of this for me?” she looked at the poor sap on the floor.
“As you wish” He smirked. “You did excellent work, if I may say”
“You may, Thank You” she said with a self satisfactory smirk.
“I love you” She said to her long life affiar on her ex-husband and after life lover.
“I love you too.”