Stalker Steve~
Restless doesn't even describe my current affliction. Dean has kept me cooling my jets for a week. Well, he thinks he has anyway. Man, I was jonesing bad! Once I couldn't stop my hands from shaking, I had to do what I had to do to calm the beast. Tonight I have brought Vicky along; she talks a good game, it's time to see what she's made of.
After some research, I decided on a little town southeast of Santa Monica, and for the past three nights, I have been stalking bars in Culver City. Drunks are easy pickings, and I already have one picked out from the herd. Like a cunning predator stalking its prey, I wait for him to leave the bar. He stumbles toward the side street and his car.
"Is that him?" Vicky asked, almost giddy, maybe she was as fucked up as me.
"Yeah, that's him," I answered.
This is gonna be easy, like Sunday morning. We get out of the car and circle the building, coming down the alley in front of him. Getting the drop on Sir, sways-a-lot doesn't take much effort. Vicky rams into him and pushes him against the car.
"Get 'em!" she says over her shoulder.
This was as good a time as any to try out my new toy, which I plan to use on Detective Gibson. He doesn't know what hits him until the rods sink into his flesh. I hit the trigger and hit his knees.
"What the fuck, man?!" he slurred and stared at me in shocked disbelief.
Vicky's laugh sounded like it came from the pits of hell.. "Hit him again!"
One more zap, and he is out! I grinned. It was worth every penny! I go over and kneel beside him, wrapping the leads around my hands, and I rip them straight out of him. Then I removed the deployed cartridge, and a piece of the thin plastic broke off and flew into the dark air. Fumbling with my phone to turn on the flashlight, we searched the ground but came up with nothing.
"Pick up his legs," I shout at Vicky.
Vicky does, but we are no match for his deadweight, and we can't stay here much longer.
"Fuck this! Stay here." I told Vick before returning to my car and driving down the alley instead.
We get him into the backseat of my car and peel out of the alleyway. Honestly, I had thought little beyond the point of getting him. Now I know how Wile E. felt after getting that fucked up looking bird. I follow the main roads to a back road, pull over, and search for my cell phone. It isn't in the pocket between the seats. We get out, and after a thorough search, it's nowhere to be found.
"Do you have a cell phone?" I asked Vicky, short of breath.
"No, don't you know where we are?"
"Fucking shit!" I yelled into the night, knowing my only option was to use the GPS on Dean's phone.
The glove compartment door doesn't stand a chance as I rip it open and take out the phone. I Google 'mountains near me' and hit the search button. We pile back in and hit the highway heading east towards the San Gabriel Mountains. It sounded private anyway.
After following the dirt road as far as possible without bottoming out my rental, I stick the phone in my pocket, and we get out to look for a spot that speaks to me. A ping of excitement ripped through me as I found it. We go back to drag Joe Blow from the car, popping the trunk. I grab a shit ton of rope and shove it at Vicky; damn it's my last piece.
"Here, take this!"
I am feeling especially frisky tonight, so I hogtie him when we get back to our kill site, and he grunts as the back of his head meets the bottom of his feet. Then I dropped my jeans, and Vicky dropped to her knees. She was just as turned on as I was, unable to wait her turn, she slid her hand under her shorts and masturbated as she deepthroats my dick.
After what I hoped was only my first nut of the evening had busted, Dean's phone rang in my pocket. Cursing, I pulled out of Vicky's mouth, shooting cum all over her face. She finished herself off as I pulled up my pants and stepped away from them.
"What's up, boss?" I chirped.
"Have you been staying out of trouble, Steve, like I told you?"
Now I feel like a caught kid again, standing before my father. Fuck that bastard, too! "Yes, sir, master, sir!"
Dean ignored my smart ass. "Good, I got the glove back, but my inside man didn't know cameras would be in the coroner's office. Looks like you aren't the only dumbass! The police department is essentially on lockdown and on high alert. It's too risky to move to lure the detective."
"Dean, I've been thinking about that and kidnapping of a federal officer is a major crime with a major penalty behind bars. That may not mean much to you, but it does to me. See where I am going here?!"
"Going to prison will be the least of your worries if you don't do as you are told! You know how easy it would be for me to take you out and not have to pay you another cent?" He paused and took a deep breath. "I like you, Steve. I was hoping it wouldn't come to that."
The feeling of having your balls caught in a pair of vise grips is not good. "I can hold out for a few more days. No need to get all hostile, boss."
"See, I thought we could come to terms. I will be in touch."
I shove the phone back into my pocket and resume venting. Vicky had already burned Joe Blow with her after-sex cigarette. Any psychopath worth his salt knows, the more sensitive the skin, the better the smell. I joined her.
"Burn his balls." I encouraged.
Using my trusted Bowie knife, I stabbed Joe over and over. With each thrust of my blade into his flesh, I felt a little calmer. Soon, his blood covered us from head to toe. I rose to my feet, took him by the hair of his head, and decapitated him.