DIARY OF A SERIAL KILLER: The Comedienne

                                       

                                     #Entry 2

"I often hear I am a narcissist, maybe because I am always so full of myself. But I think I'm just misunderstood, they didn’t understand me, no one does and it doesn't help that I am unrealistically intelligent for someone with my awkward social skills. My intelligence didn't stop me from dropping out of med school. Med school rekindled my savage love for the dead. I got so distracted fantasizing about the dead that it derailed me from the main purpose of medicine which is saving of lives. Medical school was the best and worst time of my life.  I got initiated into this life I now found myself. It’s either a good or bad thing depending on how you look at it but for me, it was, and still is a good thing. I witnessed someone dying for the first time and then saw my first cadaver. I did my first dissection and surgery. I saw and did terrible things that finally triggered the nut-job I’ve now become."

The evening was going as planned, I ordered a bottle of Krug that set me back 215k. It was worth it  after all, I was marking my re-initiation into the prestigious killers’ society. Some hot and spicy chicken wings arrived shortly after, a complimentary side on the house. I watched my perfect candidate munch away whilst engaging in small talk. I was fattening my sacrifice I mused while tracing her curves with my eyes, thinking about where I was going to start my dissection from. Her pectoralis major would be a perfect start point. I was so carried away with my fantasies that I didn't hear her invitation to a dance.

"I'm such a terrible dancer" I responded with a light giggle

"You don't want a piece of this ass?” she shouted back above the loud electronic rook music blaring from the powerful sound system.

"Trust me I want every piece of all of you!" I replied with a wink.
I summoned her to come give me a lap dance. She staggered forth and fell awkwardly in my laps.
Her arse was like soft leather and it didn't take long for me to be fully aroused.

"Are you going to kill me tonight?" her question startled me.
Was my perfect candidate a witch or mind reader? I was alarmed, but her next comment calmed me.

"You weapon of pussy destruction is quite impressive in your jeans. It's been poking me but I love it"
"Hahahahaha"!!! 

I burst out laughing and very relieved too. I was even more impressed. She had a killer sense of humor. Too bad she won't live long enough to be a great stand-up comedienne that she could have been.

"I have more than this in stock for you” I replied as I ran my fingers up her thighs locating her already soaked thong.

“You’d be very dead by morning" I whispered softly into her ears as I nibbled on her earlobes tenderly.
If only she knew how serious I was, she would have flinched rather than letting out a low husky moan. She turned to give me a full sensual tongue kiss, hands wrapped round my head, legs slowly parting encouraging me to dig deeper into her very moist pussy. 
She gasped sharply as my fingers located her clitoris, her moans got louder whilst her left hand wandered off my neck down to her favorite weapon; my dick. 
This was getting very intense too quickly and I involuntarily let out deep groan.

"Let’s get out of here" she whispered.

And like a soldier who just received a command from his superior, I composed myself, sorted the bills and headed to where would be my first crime scene in Lagos