Kent rolled over and glanced at the empty side of the bed. “Guess she already left,” he mumbled as he staggered into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower and let the warm water flow over him.
While he got ready for another mundane routine day of work, he wondered how it got to this point.
Kent Miller had meet his wife Jennifer Daniels seven years ago, in a club. Kent had been in and out of odd jobs over the years, at this time he was working as a bouncer at Jake’s Night Spot. Jennifer had come in with a bachelorette party, she was stylish, confident and cute. Kent had found himself watching her most of the night, how she talked, what she drank, and how she played with her hair. Being someone that goes after the moment he asked her to take his number. A few days later she called, they meet for coffee discussed life, goals and how they had a connection.
“But who doesn’t have a connection when trying to get laid?” Kent questioned to himself.
They dated for a few months, she was building her career moving up within a small company with aspirations of being at the top. She had graduated with a degree in marketing and public relations with ambition, goals and a timeline. To have that corner office and name plate by 40, that proved that she had accomplished something for herself. Everything was very story book, Kent got a job in customer service one that he could still dress casual but be professional.
He proposed after a year and they moved into a nice two bedroom house just outside of the city. They had the traditional church wedding and the standard two week honeymoon in the Bahamas. It was hot and heavy in the Bahamas, Jennifer acted like she couldn’t get enough. The honeymoon suite was drenched in lace, satin and fresh cut roses Jennifer laid out across the king sized bed.
“Leave the bags, come here,” she said.
Kent put the bags down and joined her on the bed. He kissed her long and deep she let out a moan as she kissed him back.
She rolled over on top of him, sat up straddling his hips, removed her top and unzipped his pants. She moved down taking his clothes with her. She stroked his cock taking it into her mouth, Kent let out a moan. They enjoyed each other thoroughly.
Then it was all schedules, work and more work. Jennifer had goals to accomplish and was sticking to it, at any cost. After the first four years Kent started to feel taken advantage of, always expected to get it all done, work a full time job, stay on top of all the household chores and be her arm candy for dinners and special office events.
After one of these special black tie office affairs, Kent had hit a breaking point on the drive back to the house he pulled over to the side of the road and let her know how he felt about everything. Their relationship how everything was done on her schedule and there was no downtime, no spontaneous anything. No enjoyment, hell even their sex life had become a standing appointment that she canceled most of the time. Jennifer listened to his rant and argued that this was all for the payoff later. Kent turned off the car took his house keys off of his key ring and got out of the car. He walked back into the city and found a bar. Jennifer drove herself home.
Kent spent three nights in a hotel drinking, watching porn and ordering room service. Then Jennifer called, explained that she needed him, and that things would be better. Maybe they needed a vacation and some time off work. They took a long weekend trip out to Seaside and lounged on the beach.
All was calm for a while. Then that one night happened, Jennifer had to go out of town overnight for a business conference. Kent headed out to enjoy a little time to himself, he ended up in a strip club called The Royal Flesh. He was enjoying the long legged blonde spinning around the poll on stage when he heard a voice.
“Can I get you a drink?”
Kent turned to see a friendly smile, she was cute, with short dark hair, deep green eyes, a toned petite body and nice perky breasts.
“Sure, I’ll have a shot of Jack,” Kent answered.
She returned with his shot and said.
“I am Jade, let me know if you need anything else,”
Kent smiled at her and watched her walk away, he took note of the tattoo showing on her lower back, just above her low cut jeans and below her mid-riff tee-shirt. Two roses with intertwining stems, highlighted with just a touch of red and green.
“Nice,” he thought to himself.
On her way back around the club Kent decided to strike up a conversation with her. He motioned to her.
“Need anything else?” Jade asked.
“What time do you get off?” Kent asked.
“I get off whenever I want, I clock out at 2 am,” she answered and gave him a devilish smile.
“So 2 am in the parking lot then?” He asked. Jade nodded and walked away.
They ended up at Jade’s studio apartment a few blocks from the club. She poured them each a drink and put on some background music. He sat on the couch and she striped for him. First the tee-shirt then the jeans, the pink lace bra and matching panties all discarded to the floor. Jade dropped to her knees undid Kent’s jeans, she ran her hand up and down his cock, stroking, licking and taking it into her mouth. She sucked his erect cock while massaging his balls.
Kent leaned his head back and moaned, as she sucked harder making him want to cum. He ran his hands through her hair and pushed deeper into her mouth. He couldn’t stand it any longer and came, she felt his cum hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. She got up licking her lips and kissed him deeply.
“Up for some fun?” Jade asked.
“Always,” he answered. She leaned over to the end table, opened the drawer and pulled out a vile of coke. They each did a few lines and then she lead him over to the bed.
Jade laid out in the middle and spread her legs, she ran her hand down to her pussy and started to rub her clit, moaning to herself. Kent ran his hands up her legs and started to kiss and lick her pussy. Sliding his tongue deep into her making her moan and cum.
He flipped her over on to her stomach and slid his fingers into her wet pussy, moving them faster and deeper.
“Fuck me,” Jade yelled out.
Kent got behind her running his hand along her tattoo, and slid his hard cock into her, thrusting harder and faster as she pushed back against him. He came deep in her and then collapsed on to the bed next to her. She moved up and kissed him, put her head on his shoulder and they fell asleep.
Grace sat in the parking lot, “I could go in there and say my name is Mary. Mary, Mary quite ordinary.” She took a deep breath and entered The Royal Flesh.
“Is Katie available?” Grace asked the bouncer watching the door. He gave her a nod and she entered the strip club.
Katie an older lady with just a little to much eye makeup on offered Grace a job dancing three nights a week. Grace being only in her late twenties and still sporting an athletic cut to her body was looking for a fix, that thirst for something exciting and different.
Two nights latter Grace went on as Miss Mary quite contrary, showing her long legs, muscular arms, long red hair and ample chest.
“Nice act,” A voice behind Grace said, as she was heading to the back to get changed. Grace turned around,
“Hi, I am Jade,” she held out her hand to Grace.
“Thanks, and nice to meet you,” Grace smiled.
Grace and Jade got to know each other over the next few weeks. After one of Grace’s performance as Mary, Jade followed her into the dressing room.
“I wonder what you taste like,” Jade said Grace turned around to face her.
“Do you want to find out, or was that a rhetorical question?” Grace grinned.
Jade moved towards Grace and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“So my place or yours?” Jade asked. Grace kissed her back and smiled.
Grace was staying at the Blue Horizon Motel off of route 21, in a charming room with worn carpeting, an oversized painting of golden poppy’s and the standard dull colored curtains covering the window.
“It’s not much, just quite and cheep,” Grace opened the door and let Jade in.
Jade shrugged moved to the bed, sat down and motioned to Grace to join her.
Grace stood in front of Jade, she unbuttoned Grace’s jeans and slid them down to the floor. She then removed Grace’s blue satin panties and pulled Grace to her and started licking and sucking her pussy. Grace moaned and let Jade enjoy her.
Jade moved back onto the bed, sheadding her clothes. She laid back and Grace finished striping and joined her. Grace kissed Jade, rubbing and pinching her erect nipples. Grace rubbed her fingers lightly over Jade’s pussy, she slid her fingers into Jade making her moan. Slowly kissing her way down Jade’s body spreading her legs and slipping her tongue into her wet pussy. Jade and Grace enjoyed each other till they feel asleep.
Kent did everything possible to see Jade showing up at The Royal Flesh and taking her in the bathroom on multiple occasions. Jade was up for anything, giving him blow jobs in his car during lunch breaks and fucking him in alleys.
“Would you like to meet my new friend?” Jade asked Kent as they were finishing up in his car.
“Sure, I could use a new friend,” he smiled at her.
Kent knocked on Jade’s door. A nice looking red head answered the door.
“You must be Jade’s friend,” Grace said and let Kent in.
Jade had drinks laid out on the table.
“Here take this,” Jade handed Kent a drink and leaned into kiss him, sliping a little pill into his mouth. Kent swallowed and downed the drink.
Jade lead both Grace and Kent over to the bed. They all striped, Grace laid in the middle of the bed, Jade laid next to her and Kent watched the two of them kiss and grope each other. Kent laid next to Grace and kissed the back of her neck letting his hands explore her body.
Grace rolled over and started kissing Kent while stroking his hard cock. Jade moved down Grace’s body, spread her legs and enjoyed Grace’s wet pusy.
Kent moved behind Jade and slid his cock into her as she was sucking and licking Grace’s pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, cumming deep in her.
Kent colapsed onto the bed, Grace moved over to him and kissed him. She then moved down taking his cock into her mouth. Jade started kissing Kent while Grace sucked and rubbed his cock.
Grace then straddled Kent’s hips, sliding his hard cock into her wet pussy. She moved back and forth taking him deep into her. She fucked him till he came in her.
During one of these sex filled meetings Jade asked Kent a question.
“Would you be happier if your wife just disappeared?”
“Probably,” Kent answered without putting much thought into it.
She didn’t bring it up again.
Kent had dressed for work and was pouring a cup of coffee when the phone rang, Kent answered.
“So are you happy now?” Jade asked.
“What, do you mean?” Kent asked slightly confused as to where this conversation was going.
“You can be happy now,” Jade said and hung up.
Kent stood there letting this sink in.
“What the hell is she talking about?” He asked to the empty room.
He called Jennifer, there was no answer just her voice mail.
Kent wandered around the house, trying to remember the last time he saw or talked to Jennifer. He had stopped by The Royal Flesh last night around 9 pm had a drink, Jade was working.
He remembered parking the car, grabbing the mail and sitting in front of the t.v. He assumed that he had fallen asleep in the chair, then had moved to the bedroom sometime early this morning.
He noticed that Jennifer’s purse, work bag and keys were still sitting on the hallway table by the door.
His phone rang.
“I taped it for you,” Jade said.
“Taped what?” Kent asked Jade just giggled and hung up.
“Fuck,” Kent called Jade back, she answered.
“When can I see it and you?” he asked.
“9 pm my place. You can meet Shane,” she answered.
“You’ll see,” she hung up giggling.
The alarm went off, James reached over to the nightstand and slammed the snooze button the clock read 6:00 am.
“Ugh…” James sat up and rubbed his eyes, “Another day in paradise,” he mumbled as he headed into the bathroom. Detective James Andrews showered, dressed and headed into work.
He entered the downtown police station at 9 am sharp. “There’s a message for you,” the desk attendant said.
Report of a body found out in the woods south of the park. James read.
Detective Andrews filled his coffee cup grabbed his notepad and hit the road.
“What do we have?” he asked the responding officer on scene.
“A woman in her late 30’s, dark hair, around 140 lbs, apromaxly 5’6″ wearing only a light pink, satin nightgown. Lacerations on her legs, arms and face. Marks on her wrists and ankles. Possible sexual assault,” the officer reported.
Detective James Andrews sat at his desk reading over the autopsy report on the now identified Jane Doe.
“So who did you piss off Mrs. Jennifer Miller?” James asked himself.
Bruises, lacerations and sexual assault. He read over the report. James reached for the phone to call Kent Miller listed as next of kin.
“Hello, is this Kent Miller?” James asked.
“Yes,” Kent answered.
“Mr. Miller, this is Detective James Andrews, I am afraid I have some unfortunate news for you concerning your wife Jennifer. Can you come in to the downtown police station?” James asked.
Kent closed his eyes, took a deep breath and cleared his throat.
“Is she dead?”
“Yes, she is, we need you to come in and identify the body,” James answered.
“Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Kent said and hung up.
After Kent had identified Jennifer’s body, and been asked so many questions he couldn’t think straight. He left the downtown police station and headed to Jade’s apartment.
Kent knocked on the door, Jade answered.
“Your right on time, for tonight’s feature,” she said as he entered. A tall, skinny but strong looking guy was standing in the kitchen making popcorn.
“That’s Shane,” Jade said as she lead Kent to the couch facing the t.v.
Jade grabbed a bottle of Jack and three glasses off the counter. She sat the glasses down on the end table and poured.
“Drink,” she said as she handed Kent a glass.
“Sure,” he answered, Jade hit play and a home movie started playing.
Jade was the camera operator, it featured Jade and Shane breaking in to Kent’s house. They tiptoed through the house, showing Kent fast asleep in the living room. Then they went to the bedroom, where Jennifer was sleeping. Shane put his hand over her mouth and snatched her out of the bed, quickly binding her hands and feet together with large zip ties.
Shane handed Kent a bowl, Kent took it and sat it down on the end table. Slightly in shock as to what he was witnessing.
Then they were in the basement of Kent’s house. Jennifer was tied to a kitchen chair wearing her pink nightgown and Shane was pacing back and forth in front of her. He had a knife and was leaving shallow cuts along her arms and legs. Then he hit her across the face, Kent jumped at the sound and downed his drink.
Jade lit a cigarette and smiled at Shane. Then they were in the back of a van, Jennifer laid out on a blanket, her breathing was shallow but she was moaning.
Shane crawled over her, moved her nightgown up and…Kent closed his eyes, the anger and nausea hit him all at once.
Kent tried to get up, but couldn’t.
“Why would you do this?” he asked Jade.
“Because we fucking could,” she answered moving over towards Kent and kissing him on the cheek.
Kent pushed Jade back, stood up and left the apartment. He made it as far as his car, then leaned over and threw up.
Shane left Jade’s apartment a little after 1am, he dropped his skateboard in the middle of the street and headed downhill towards 6th Ave. and the 24 hour convenience store.
“Of course he’s a skater heading out for a pack of cigarettes and a drink,” Kent mumbled to himself, from behind the wheel of a beat up old pickup truck he had purchased with cash from a rancher two towns over.
Shane found his thirst for doing the unspeakable during his young adult life. His first was Heather, she was a adventurous active young woman with an open mind when it came to Shane asking her to perform sexual acts for him. She let him tie her up even smack her around a little. Heather enjoyed the tingles of pleasure mixed with the stinging pain.
On this particular night Heather was laying on the bed naked with her hands tied behind her back. Shane flipped her over on to her back and straddled her hips, he leaned down over her and kissed her deeply. He rubbed her breasts and caressed her neck.
Shane’s grip tightened around her slim neck, he could feel her heart racing under his hands. He spread her legs apart with his knees and slid his erect cock into her.
As her lips turned blue and her breath ceased Shane came deep in her. Watching her eyes glaze over and go dark.
Kent dropped the truck into gear and followed Shane.
As Shane got ready to turn on to 6th Ave. Kent gunned the engine, he colided with Shane and just kept driving.
Straight down 6th Ave. and on to route 21 where he knew a place out by the river where a burned out old pickup truck wouldn’t gain any attention.
Jade answered the door.
“What do you want?” she asked Kent.
“You,” Kent pushed his way into her apartment, grabbing Jade by the waist and kissing her.
He lead her over to the bed, pushed her down so that she was laying on her back, looking up at him. Kent sat across her hips and pinned down her arms above her head.
He leaned down and kissed her, she smiled. Kent moved his hands down to her neck stroking it gently. Then his grip tightened Jade panicked and grabbed at Kent’s wrists. He squeezed and felt her twitching beneath him.
She fell lifeless like a ragdoll upon the bed. When his hands slipped from their grip around her throat.
Kent got off the bed and started looking around Jade’s apartment he found a shoe box sitting on the dresser. He opened it, there were hundreds of photos of Jade and Shane in a variety of sexual positions.
Kent picked one, it was Jade naked and bound. Her hands tied behind her back and a gag stuffed in her mouth.
“What the fuck,” Kent said to the silent room.
Kent brought an arrangement of flowers out to Jennifer’s grave.
“It’s done,” he said as he laid the flowers down in front of her head stone, roses her favorite.
An envelope addressed to one Detective James Andrews was delivered to the downtown police station.
James opened it, a videotape with a sticky note attached said “Jennifer Miller.”