We were lying naked in my bed. Melissa needed some company tonight and I wasn't going to abandon her. No matter how well Leo laid it on me, he was just a man, a cock. Melissa was my best friend, the closest thing I had to a family. I would always be there for her. Her father was in town. Bastard! If Melissa wanted him to pay, then he was going to pay. It was that simple.

I was having trouble focusing on her problem. My mind was elsewhere. My thighs were still sore from my encounter with Leo. I could still smell his cologne. I could still taste his lips. His voice still echoes in my ears. I closed my eyes as I let my mind wandered back to his touch. My legs parted as my hand discreetly slid down between them and then a sharp pain came to my arm as Melissa elbowed me.

"You didn't hear a damn word I said!" She shouted. "Busy thinking about that cock."

Busted! I was also thinking about his face, body and his name, Leo. I loved the sound of it. I loved the way he ravaged my body. The way his tongue play with my...another sharp pain came to my arm.

"Will you listen to me, goddammit!" She rolled her eyes. "Damn, I didn't know he will still be fucking you." She sat up on the bed and facing me. "Do you want to talk about him?" There was a slight irritation in her voice as she asked the question.

"It's cool," I said, "back to your father."

"Are you sure?" She asked with a smile. "Because, if I start talking about my dad and you start to drift off about Mr. St. Cock. I'm going to cut your throat with your own damn knife."

"Fine," I answered. "There is no need to get violent." I sat up on the bed. "What do you want me to do?"

"Take care of him of course."

"How do you mean?"

"I'm not going to micromanage you, Pitch."

I laughed. "Like you can micromanage me."

"Maybe not in that area." She slid closer to me until our legs were rubbing against each other. "Other areas, you crave my managerial skills." I climbed on top as bare breast rubbed against each other.

"Kiss me," she ordered. I followed her wish, which was my pleasure. Our tongues danced in each other mouths. I softly bit and tugged her bottom lips. She smiled as I moved down to her neck. She giggled a little. I forget she was a little ticklish there. I moved to her breast and kissed and sucked on her left nipple, it was more sensitive than the other. Her hums and moans signaled that I was on the right track. My nails lightly dragged down the side of her body creating goosebumps on her skin. "Fuck," she whispered. Her hands went to the top of my head. "Go down," she commanded. I left a trail of soft kisses down her stomach, to her belly button. She giggled which was followed by a moan. I moved down further, until my nose nuzzled in the small soft patch of hair on her mound. My lips kissed on the soft skins of her pussy. I slipped in two fingers as I licked every fold. Her wetness aroused me as the dampness covered my mouth and fingers. I loved her smooth and sensuous moans as I provided the enjoyment that she ordered. Her legs tightened as I brought her closer and closer to God. My hands rested on her thigh and stomach as my mouth focused on bring her pleasure. Her fingered tingled in my hair as her legs locked me down. She wasn't going to let me go until I made her come.

Her moans were getting louder as her grip around my neck was getting tighter. This girl was going to choke me out if I didn't deliver. I upped my game as I bit, sucked, kissed and licked my way to freedom. Her legs loosened as her back arched. It was my turn to put her on lockdown. I clung to her waist as I punished her with my tongue. Her body quivered and she released a succession of pants and moans. I made a believer out of her as she screamed the name 'Jesus Christ' as she came. But I wasn't going to let her go that easily.

I continued to punish her. She begged me to stop as her body couldn't take any more pleasure. She tried to push my head off of her, but she couldn't muster up enough strength to do it.

"Stop Goddammit!" She pleaded. I did as she asked. She struggled to catch her breath. I was afraid she was going to have an asthma attack. She sat up and composed herself.

I sat up next to her and kissed her on the cheek and said, "What did you say about managerial skills?"

"Fuck you, Pitch," she said as she flopped back on the bed and we both busted out laughing.

This was what she needed. She didn't want to talk about her father or Leo or anything. She wanted to feel love, she wanted to feel special, she wanted to be heard. She needed the attention, the undivided attention that only I could give her.

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I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. I hated the smell of coffee, but Melissa was a big coffee drinker. Hell, it was her coffee maker, I would never buy one of those damn things. I was more of an energy drink kind of girl.

I put on my robe and walked into my kitchen. My stomach turned as strong aroma did a full-frontal assault of my senses. Melissa was already dressed in one of my tank tops and jeans.

"How can you drink that shit?" I asked as I was taking out an energy drink out of the frig.

"Most people drink coffee in the morning, Pitch," she answered as she was pouring her coffee from the carafe.

"As you should know," I popped open the top of my energy drink, "I'm not like most people."

She laughed. "You are an interesting person." She walked over, sat down on the couch and propped her feet on the table. "Your friend, Bennie came by this morning. Wanting to know if you have some work for him." She took a sip of her coffee. "You know, he is kind of cute in his unique kind of way."

"Bennie is cool." I sat next to her drinking my energy drink.

"You know he really likes you," Melissa added like I didn't know. "Have you ever?"

"No!" There was no need for her to finish that question.

"He is a guy, he likes you and trusts me. He has needs."

"Then why don't you do him?"

Melissa smiled. "If he was helping me disposed of dead bodies, I would blow him every day of the week and twice on Sunday." She motioned her fisted hand towards her mouth and poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue to simulate a blowjob.

There was only one way for me to respond to that statement. "You nasty." Yeah, Melissa knew everything, but I trusted her, not just with my freedom, but with my life.

"Yeah," She continued to share her insight. "If I was you I would call him back up here and jerk him off real quick and put a big fucking smile on his face."

"You are aware there is an empty trunk in my bedroom," I said with a huge smile on my face. "If you don't back off."

"Fine," She said with an apologetic tone in her voice. "No more sex talk about little Bennie." She took a sip of her coffee. "Or is it Big Bennie." I grabbed a pillow from the couch and whacked her across the face. Letting her know it was time to move to another subject.

Melissa rested her cup on my table and let out a long sigh. "William Calhoun," she said. "That was my father name. Asshole." She leaned back onto the couch. "You know how many time I thought about killing that son of a bitch." She let out a nervous chuckle. "For the hell, he put my mother through." I reached over and clenched her hand in mine.

"It will be over," I said. "You want it quick or slow."

She laid her head on my shoulder. "I know how you do it. You can give him pleasure before you give him hell."

That was the sick part. Melissa knew that sex played a big part in my killing. It was hard to explain. Sex helped me to build up the rage, anger, and violence that laid dormant in me. It gave me the wiliness and the courage to carry out these acts of violence. Despite my fucked-up background, I still loved and enjoyed sex. I didn't kill everybody that I fucked. There were guys out there still alive and kicking after spending a hot night of passion with me. They were the innocent ones. Some were jerks and douche bags, but still innocent.

Some killers targeted women, or children or hookers. My victims were less sympathetic. I targeted rapists, molesters, and abusers. Those were bodies that filled my trunks. Some of them were known abusers, others were only known to their victims.

William Calhoun was next on my list. I would imagine him like I imagined all my victims. When I fucked them, I imagined my dad raping me. My anger. My rage would build up and then they would taste the cold steel of my blade. I knew it was fucked up, but I had to admit, I loved it.

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Just like my dad, Mr. Calhoun loved to drink. So, I set up a trap at the bar across the street from the motel he was staying. Cheap beer and whiskey would draw him like flies to shit. Of course, I could just go to his room, but that would be suspicious. I preferred my victims to walk into the lioness den.

Melissa gave me everything I needed to identify her father including a recent photo. I would never tell her this, but for an old dude, he was pretty good looking. Salt and peppered hair in a nice crew cut style, clean shaven and pretty blue eyes. The bar was small and didn't see much traffic. So, Mr. Calhoun should be easy to spot.

I picked a table in the back, so I could see everybody in the room. I wasn't just checking for Mr. Calhoun, but checking out any potential distractions. Anyone that could draw his attention away from me. There were very few women here tonight. There was a table with five co-ed from the local college, but they were too busy drowning in shitty beer and fruity drinks to be a threat. They only care about themselves. They wouldn't be interested in him. I continued to scan the room and I saw someone that might be a threat.

She had dark brown hair with a couple of streaks of grey. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse that showcased her toned arms. Her mid-thigh skirt couldn't hide her well-formed legs. She kept picking up and putting down her phone like she was waiting for a text, or a call or just checking the time. She had her fair share of wrinkles. She must have had a hard life, but she was still pretty. She looked to be around the mid to high forties. There was something about her that was familiar. I racked my brain over and over, but I could picture her face. Then, it came to me. I took out my phone and scroll through my photos. Dammit. I knew I saw her before. It was Beth. Melissa's mother. Ah shit! This was going to make things complicated.