“Walker, this is horrible.”

“Prostitutes are definitely not the greatest part of society but to be killed in such a manner. It’s grotesque.”

The article read that two hookers had been picked up from downtown, one about 4 hours after the other. They had each given their “product” the to buyer who had afterwards drained their blood leaving their throats gashed open. The police were baffled that no traces of blood could be found, and they did not know where the bodily liquid could have been taken or stored. The killer was presumed to be the same.

Taylor had to snicker. Where was the bodily liquid taken or stored? Good God, if only Phoenix had been that easy too fool. She had known something was wrong, and sadly it had cost her. But thankfully someone else was catching on. Someone else who wasn’t needed and wouldn’t be missed. Someone who deserved what was coming to them.

“Tay, we’re are going to be grounded for life. Mom and dad will kill you for leaving when you’re grounded.”

Taylor rolled his eyes. “I won’t tell, you wont’ tell what are you worried about?”

“What makes you so sure I won’t tell?”

“The fact that you’re out here with me. You turn me in, I’ll turn you in.”

“And how do you know we won’t get caught?”

“Because for the past 4 nights I’ve done this exact same thing.”

“And what is that?”

“Have you ever thought about sex?”

“Of course. That’s such a dumb question.”

“Have you ever had sex?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“You’ve been running around sleeping with random girls at night?”

“Not random girls. Random girls aren’t looking for sex. And if they’re not looking for it then it’s not as good. Granted, sometimes it’s the element of surprise that brings the excitement but for the most part you need someone who wants it as much as you do.”

“But I don’t want it that much right now.”

“You will when you see a naked woman begging for you dick on her knees.”

“And I’m so sure that that’s going to happen.”

“Zac dear, you’ve got a lot to learn about downtown.”

The girl’s name was Haliey, she was blonde and she was young. Only about 16. The women from last night had been 20 and 27. Taylor hadn’t even been sure that they would have wanted him, but they proved to be as simple minded as the 8 year old child, Felice.

“Hi, Zac.” She had said. Zac had been so timid, and he had been afraid. So even though she had taken her clothes off and his erection had been extremely large and he knew he needed release, he had resisted. But as hands traveled over him and her mouth engulfed his penis he had given up. And he had taken all of his energy, which normally had him running into walls, and used it to give that girl the best fuck of her life. And when he was done, it was Taylor’s turn.

“Zac, you wait outside. I won’t be that long, she’s tired.”

“Haliey?”

“I can go again. I really can.” She whimpered at Taylor’s feet. Still naked and gasping from her exertion with Zac, he knelt beside her.

“I’m not going to do you the way Zac did.”

“You’re not?”

“No.”

A smile spread across her face. “Then what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to kiss you.” And he buried his face into her neck. He covered her mouth and she bit his hand in pain. But soon the young whore lay on her side, covered by a blanket that Taylor had lain over her.

“Hey Zac, ya’ ready to go?”

“Damn, that was quick.”

“Like I said, she was pretty drained.”



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