Road Kill Chapter 13

Back in THE GAME

Worked for about three months before I was able to save enough money to buy myself a car. It was kind of a beater, an old Ford Mustang, but it served its purpose; basic transportation. Now that I had wheels, the next thing was to mobilize. For the past three months, during my spare time had been doing some research. It was necessary for me to locate Sid and his fem fatal. First called the place he’d been working when he’d “dumped” me so to speak. He was still there, but now he was the Vice President of Operations. WOW a VP. Sid must have been doing something or someone right. Had my car, so was going to pay a visit to his company. It wasn’t too difficult to find the place, it was located in a suburb of Denver. Cruised the parking lot and saw his reserved parking space. “Mr. S. Falk VP” it said on the sign in front of the empty parking place. ‘Well at least he’s not here today.’ Felt rather relieved, had remembered what Julie and Claire had said about my appearance, but didn’t want to take any chances. Checked out some of the other names. Let’s see “L. Walters” “JF Walters Pres” and a few other names, none of which rang any bells with me. So let’s see what would be the first move in MY game?

Every day for the next week cruised the lot …Twice, sometimes three times a day. Needed to know Sid’s schedule. It seemed that he’d take off from work every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon at around noon and would return the next day, Sid had a nice job, a very nice job. First things first, wanted to case the place to see if I could get any information that may help me to make my next move. So one nice and sunny Tuesday afternoon walked into his place of employment. Really dressed down.. just in case.. had cut and dyed my hair for my job, now was a very bleached blonde with some black streaks. That seemed to turn the men on. However that day wore a red wig, with a last name like O’Shee certainly must be Irish and have red hair but unfortunately no freckles. So with the red wig, some over sized shades and a long baggy dress, walked into the office. Saw rather young girl sitting at the front reception desk. ‘I saw an on-line ad for a receptionist at your company and I would like to apply for the job.’ She said that she wasn’t aware of any opening at the company. Had insisted; was trying to buy some time, just then out of the corner of my left eye, saw a blonde pop her head out of one of the offices. Almost shit a brick. It was the chick I’d seen in the mountain café where Sid and I’d spent the night. BINGO!!! Hit the jack-pot. This was the chick he was fucking. This was the chick he’d killed LoyAnn for, this was the one, for sure this was the one. Saw her and quickly made up some story. ‘Sorry I must have the wrong address,’ got my ass out of there as quickly as possible. NO sense in blowing the plan, was dead and didn’t want to have to come back to life just because of some stupid mistake.

The next day went back and staked out the parking lot. They all started arriving about 8:30, first some guy who opened the place who had no name in the parking lot, then the players started coming in closer to 9:00. Sid drove in first, he was driving a new Land Rover. He always had an affinity for that style car. Then “JF” the pres rolled in and 5 minutes later “L” rolled in. ‘Oh my god blondie was the boss’s daughter! Sid was fucking the boss’s daughter!’ Things started to make a bit more sense now, Sid the errand boy to Sid the VP. She really must have liked his dick. They must have been playing house soon after Sid had started with her daddy’s company. ‘But why try to kill me? Why not just say.. “LoyAnn I’m tired of fucking you.. Good-bye.”’ Maybe she thought that as long as I was still alive I’d be a threat to her. Well what ever. Now ready to make my move. Just more waiting..

Worked until about 3:00 AM at ‘The Pussy Kat Club’ .. such an original name ha ha.. Lap dancing paid well, very well. Within a few weeks developed some regulars, they’d come in and after my main act we we’d go to the VIP room for, shall we say, a little more excitement. However had ONE rule.. Look.. but no touch. They could look at my ass as much as they wanted, but touching me was off limits, at least for now. Had been looking for some very special customers, would be needing some things for the execution of my plan, things that couldn’t be bought at the local Wal-Mart. So when a guy told me that he was a pharmacist, became especially interested in him, some times would give him an extra treat and he enjoyed very minute of it. After work would go home, grab some sleep, then get up, run and work out and then off to the stake out, needed to find out where “L” lived.

One night was working and just finished the first part of my routine and was about to get down to the real action of the show, when low and behold be who did I see over in the corner booth groping another working girl??? Why it was Sid.. Mr.. ‘Love you forever.’ Holy shit what a break. Knew the other chick that he was with because we’d become some what friendly and would talk, just talk, about men in general. Started to strip and with a few orchestrated bumps and grinds caught Sid’s eye. Finished my act and was on the way back to the dressing room when I noticed that he was motioning me over to his table. Began to perspire, felt weak, really was nervous.. What if?? What if by some bizarre stretch of the imagination he recognized me.. ‘Well nothing ventured, nothing gained,’ boldly stepped into the lion’s den. To my relief he didn’t have a clue as to my former identity. He asked my name. ‘Trish, my name is Trish.’ That was my stage name, it’d been the manager’s idea, he billed me as “Trish the Dish”. So hokey!! But who cared, it paid the bills. Sid smiled and said maybe we could get together some time. Just nodded. Still a bit freighted to speak but planned to fake a southern drawl as best I could if he said anything to me. He beckoned me toward him, my heart was beating, it was going a mile a minute, but he only wanted to slip a $50 in my g-string. Felt so relieved almost peed in my pants.. well my g-string. ‘Thanks ya all,’ and making some excuse, left him and his new playmate alone in the secluded booth. Went back to the dressing room. $50! Sid was getting big time. He must be making some major bread at his job. Just think if “L” were to find out about this.. just think.. hum..

The next time Sid came in he noticed me right away, gave him a smile and kept on dancing. Completed my performance and he motioned me over to join him. This would be the real test.. One on one with my killer. Put on my best southern drawl and sat down, as expected he tried to grope me within 30 seconds after sitting down. ‘I’ve a hands off policy… but maybe, just maybe, we can get together in one of the VIP rooms some time.’ He was all ears to that suggestion. ‘How about we meet up.. let’s say on next Tuesday.. around 10:00?’ He of course agreed. He reached into his pocket and this time deposited a $100 in my bank account. Ha ha. Needed to talk to my friend and the manager because would be needing a favor, a huge favor.

In most strip clubs the VIP rooms are far from being private and the Pussy Kat had been no exception. All of them contained hidden cameras that were there mostly to protect the girls. Made a plan; We’d be going to go into a VIP room, after he’d be in the room would say “ I’m a bit shy about .. well about doing what you want me to do.. so you’ll need to be blindfolded and your hands will have to be tied at your side.” When this’d be accomplished.. my friend.. she wasn’t above giving a guy a blow job.. would come into the room. Would slip out of the VIP room, go out to the central video room and pop in a “private” tape. She’d go down on him..after they’d be finished would pop out the tape and put back the company tape. would return.. and remove the blindfold and the restraints.

It’d worked like a charm.. she got her money.. he got his blowjob. No one was any the wiser.. Well not really. Sure “L” would enjoy the tape, for she was going to get a special screening, a very special screening.

Sid became a regular customer, but each time was cautious as to what would be said. On one of his visits to the VIP room, slipped in while my friend was giving him some special services and lifted the keys from his pants pocket, quickly made clay copies of what might be house keys, had no interest in car keys and these copies would serve their purpose later.

One night we were having a drink. ‘You’re really a handsome guy, do you have a wife or girl friend?’

“You know I was a jock at the university and I’d fallen in love with this one very special girl. She and I’d hit it off from the very beginning, but while we were attending school she was injured in an automobile crash. She sustained horrendous facial injuries and had difficulty coping with this; tragically she took her own life. I was devastated. I’d aspirations of going pro but physiologically couldn’t cope with her death so I moved out here and took a lowly factory job, but through hard work and long hours, I’ve worked my way up into my current position. I think that I’ll become president of the company very shortly.”

Holy shit were he and “L” going to get rid of her old man?

“Really I don’t have a steady girlfriend.” Oh yeah. “Each time I see you I feel that maybe someday we.. well maybe we could.. well.. see each other under different circumstances.” I smiled at him. Yeah right.. Sure.

My, what an interesting story Sid had told me. Oh the poor boy. Looking for pity. He was sure a great bull-shitter, his technique really had improved over the last year. He was really into himself. But who gave a fuck! Had things to do so. ‘Sorry darling but I feel a bit of a headache coming on, so you’ll have to excuse me.’ Gracefully excused myself, headed to the dressing room, threw on some jeans and a sweater and headed home. Was ALWAYS careful to take a different route home every night and tonight was no exception, didn’t need some creep following me home, so every night the 10 minute trip would take me 20, sometimes 30 minuets. Arriving home, took a shower and hit the hay. Had a big day ahead of me tomorrow.

Got up, went through my daily routine and after throwing down a quick energy shake was out the door. First stop Ace Hardware.. ‘Ace the place with the helpful hardware man.’ Ha ha. Needed some keys cut from the clay impressions, Knew it was illegal for them to do it, but after a few well placed sobs and tears.. Bingo!! No problemo.. Done.. Now to find out were “L” called home. Needed to stake out her office. It was about 4:15 when she came bouncing out of the front door of the building. She had huge boobs!! Guess that was what turned on all the men. Jumping in her Porsche Turbo Carrerra she made her way home. Her vanity plate read “RAIN” um.. “L”.. Rain.. Ah!! Lorain.. We were to become very close friends.. Very close. Hung back in traffic just in case she might have noticed that she was being followed. Most likely she had shit for brains.. Let’s see, have I put her in a stereo type? But.. big boobs.. blonde.. most likely not a member of Mensa.. Ha ha.. In about 20 minutes she drove down an off ramp and took a right, then about 10 minutes later she turned down a narrow wooded side road. Decided not to follow her, waited about 5 minutes, then turned down the narrow Blue Spruce lined road. In about 5 minutes saw a gated entrance on my right, it was most likely her place. Followed the winding road for another 10 minutes, saw a huge house on my left; the public road ended at its front gate. Well it was here or there, no other choices. Had a gut feeling that the first place was her place, but had to make sure. It was way too dark to wander around the woods, so that would have to wait for another day. Was in no rush, had time.. lots of time.. After all I was dead!!

Through my surveillance had learned that every Friday like clock work Sid and Rain would leave the office within 2-3 minutes of each other and on Monday’s they’d return within 2-3 minutes of each other. Most likely they’d been spending their week-ends together fucking their brains out. Needed to make sure that they wouldn’t be missed, so would have to start the initial stage of the plan on the week-end. But let’s not get too far ahead of things. Needed to case her house.. Sid’s place was totally out of the question for my plan to be successful, but Rain’s place.. yeah Rain’s place.. now that may have some potential. However needed to find that out.

Next morning drove by the office to make sure the Rain mobile was in its designated place. Yep, OK now to the forest. Reached the house in about 30 minutes. Now, needed to find a way to get in, the front gate was too obvious, needed to find an alternate route. Had seen a small off road about 100 yards back, turned around and headed down the road. It probably was a service road, for it followed the utility wires. Most likely it rarely was used. Pulled off the road and made my way in the direction of the house. The going was tough for the underbrush hadn’t been cleared away for sometime. After some tough going was able to see a clearing just ahead of me. Yep this was it.. the back of the property. Still needed to be careful, as stupid as the blonde may be, she may still have had the common sense to have some surveillance cams installed, so kinda stuck to the woods and made my way to the house. ‘Nice place!! Outdoor pool.. guest house at the pool.. Yep it must be nice to have a rich daddy.’ There was a large glass door on the patio. Nope.. too big.. Ah there was another door.. Maybe to the kitchen? Ok.. But needed to be careful didn’t need to be greeted by a pissed off Dobie. Had walked the perimeter of the house and had noticed a large black utility box. Had a little look see.. Well this could be trouble.. an alarm system.. OK.. got the name and model number.. fine.. Let’s see if at least ONE of these keys worked. .. Shit.. that’s not IT.. OK.. bingo.. fit like a charm.. THE Ace man had been right on.. should give him a kiss the next time I see him.. OK.. Can’t get in for right now.. but next time. Gave a little knock to see if Rover was inside.. Waited a few moments.. Slowly a big fat white cat made its way to the door.. Well a guard cat.. that should posse NO problem.. Ha ha.. Again made sure that the key turned in the door lock.. yes.. OK.. Back to the car, would be needing to do some things before being able to get into Rain’s little hide-a-way.

Saw Sid that night at the Club, and was successful in my attempts to avoid him, was tired of hearing his sob stories. He was such a pitiful fuck. What a piece of work, what a piece of shit. But soon his life would be taking a turn.. for the worse.. much worse.

Next morning off to the library. Hit the net. Needed to find the alarm company’s web site. Found what I’d been looking for and went to visit my favorite Ace Hardware man. Knew he would be helpful. Very helpful. ‘The keys fit perfectly,’ gave him a peck on the cheek, he turned the brightest color red. Guess he didn’t get out much! Now back to the woods.

The alarm was a piece of cake to disarm for the web site gave every detail. Guess to be a criminal these days you just had to know how to use the net. Having overridden the alarm, slipped the key into the lock and turned the knob. Open!! Closed the door being careful not to trip over the guard cat.. Ha ha. Started to case the place, one door led to a bathroom, another to a closet.. Bingo.. A basement door. Flipping on the light switch descended the stairs. Nice rec room.. TV.. Small bar.. Let’s see what else.. Perfect! A small bathroom with a shower; this is just what the doctor ordered.. But the chairs looked a bit comfy for the plan.. Ah a small storage room.. Perfect! Some old discarded wooden kitchen chairs. OK.. Back up stairs.. Ah her bedroom, another guest room, kitchen, stocked refridge, stocked bar. Just like heaven.. Just like heaven.. Well at least for me it would be, but for my future guests.. A living hell.. After all I was dead!!

The big day arrived. Checked my supplies; a couple of boxes of single use hypo needles and some very powerful pain killer that I’d asked my pharmacist client to get for me. ‘I’m taking care of my grandma and she has cancer. The pain is awful and she has no money for hospital care. Oh she’s in such pain.’ Well with that, some tears and a well placed kiss on the cheek during a lap dance, it was like getting a prescription from Dr. Phil. Duct tape.. rolls and rolls of duct tape.. large nylon wire ties.. wire cutters.. the VIP video.. eh yes must have that.. surgical gloves.. wire.. clips.. cotton balls… scalpel.. stainless steel pins.. yeah that was about it.. If any incidentals would be needed could always drop into town and pick them up. It wasn’t like we were going to be in a remote area.

Asked my boss for a well needed vacation, had told him that my Aunt back in the Twin Cities had been ill and had needed to go see her.. ‘I promise that I’ll return, all I’m your best act.’ He’d been sorry to see me go, but he understood, opening the drawer to his office desk he’d withdrawn an envelope. “Here” is all he’d said. It’d been full of cash, he’d hoped it would help for the care of my aunt. He had a heart of gold. Took the cash. ‘It will be well spent.’ After giving him a kiss left his office never to return.

Drove into the office lot where the love birds worked and parking at the far end of the lot made my way toward Sid’s Rover, bending over slowly removed the core from the air stems on both his right tires. Being careful not to be seen, made my way back to the Mustang, jumped in and headed out of the lot. This time was in a hurry because tonight LoyAnn was no longer going to be dead, she was going to rise from her grave and play with the living and it’d be fun for her!! But hell, pure hell for them.