Beyond Love
He waited.
This meeting, planned weeks ago, was finally to take place. Here is a man, wealthy beyond your wildest imagination, who has traveled the world to spend a single night with a beautiful, sensual and vibrant woman who oozed sex simply with a smile. Of course, beauty alone wasn’t enough to capture his interest. Intelligence and the ability to communicate properly were a basic requirement. Without those two, the former didn’t matter a damn to him.
He walked to the open balcony on the thirty-eighth floor, staring outward onto an early night sky embedded with dazzling stars in various positions and a seemingly vast abundance, as if one star dissolved, another would leap in its place.
Looking down, he could see hundreds of twin orbs running up and down the crisscrossing maze of cities streets. A random horn would blare, or an ambulance or police sirens could barely be discernable from where he stood, but he knew the sounds all the same.
Smiling, he walked to the bar provided for his suite and poured another shot of scotch, returned to the balcony, looked down once more and saw the long white limousine pull up in front of the hotel’s entryway. He looked at his watch: 8:45.
She would be here in fifteen minutes as arranged. Dinner would arrive at nine-thirty and his plans were to bed her an hour later and be out of her life before the clock struck one.
He shivered. He smiled. Physically, he was already excited, but he always was with every woman he met. Tonight, would be no different.
The buzzer lit up a soundless room as he crossed the distance to let her in. Stunning was his first thought. Captivating eyes, long silky auburn hair that brought out her tanned skin which made her look even more alluring than she already was.
They hugged, lightly kissed, then he went to the bar and this time made two drinks as they held light, yet interesting conversation before dinner arrived.
His excitability for her rose with each word she uttered, and for each star that that seemed to shine in her eyes. He knew this choice, this night, would be the best one he has made since he first began.
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He sat upright in bed, staring out again to a darkness filled with pulsing stars. He breathing was rapid. He stared down at her as she didn’t stir from his movements, nor did his spoken words arouse her from the deepest of sleep.
“You brought to me a moment too few in life can really appreciate or ever understand. I knew from the first kiss, you would unveil a passion, a power, so strong as to outdo all the others before that had tried to bring to me.
“Tracing my lips across your slender shoulders, downward to each perfectly formed breast, each nipple, a tiny pink piercing dart, quivering under my touch, my lips, shaking an uplifting as I bit into each one and suckled them deeply. You pulled, tugged, pleaded, demanded—and finally you needed me to take you.
“But, I took my time with you didn’t I? Of course, I did. I always do.
“From your breasts to your splayed thighs, your uplifting twisting hips as your hands clutched at me, pulled at me, demanding, even pleading to have me inside you, but—I was much stronger than you. I only took you when I was ready.
“But I wasn’t yet ready. Your body lifting, churning, twisting on these satin sheets, your body aglow in the silvery sweat washed over you as you reached orgasm after orgasm, as my fingers worked their magic, or my lips brought cries of need from your lips.
“I need, I need, I need you cried out many times, begging, whimpering for me to please you. I couldn’t help but grin at how all the intelligence, your earlier articulation had disappeared.
“But I, being who I am, could no longer put off what I set out to do—to take you several times and leave you exhausted beyond all recognition.
“And now that I have, I will leave you to your slumber in the forever forget me dreams. You have already forgotten me, haven’t you? Of course, you have.”
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Fully dressed once more, he walked out the door, took the elevator to the lobby wearing a polo shirt, leather jacket, jeans, gloves and a I ♥ NY ballcap. In his right hand was a brown paper bag he left at the front of the suite door. As he left the hotel, in his left hand was another brown bag with two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
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Two days later, in a subway car carrying the late evening rush of riders home after a long work day, a middle-age man scanned the latest news of the day.
Maid found the body. Female sliced beyond recognition. Police and forensic experts have no clues to the killer’s identity. Hotel management describes the individual who checked into the room as two-hundred pounds, 5’11”, gray hair, full gray beard and moustache, deep green eyes, about forty-five and from Quebec.
According to what the man was reading, police reports the brutal murder falls in line with fourteen other murders done in the same manner from coast to coast in the last sixteen months.
As per usual, no prints or partials were found that would help them identify the killer. He always wore what has been assumed, tight gloves, perhaps leather. He never engaged in copulation, and no hair or saliva samples could be traced. The food brought to the room was never touched.
In a bag left at the door of the hotel room, inside they found a wig, makeup, false beard and moustache, colored contacts, clothing, false ID, shoes with built-in lifts. It is his way of saying, you can’t catch me.
The mayor has vowed to catch this vicious cold-blooded killer before he continues his brutal rampage.
“How terrible,” said the man reading the paper. “It’s not safe anywhere you go these days.”
A young, twenty-something, pimply-faced Einstein wanna-be smiled and said, “I agree.” He then stood, waiting for the next stop. As the train slowed, if the man, reading the paper had taken time to notice, he would have seen a pair of leather gloves sticking out the young acne laden Einstein’s back pocket.
Yes, very terrible, he thought to himself. Then a huge smile crossed over his face as he casually walked home, already planning the next city, the next victim.