The harsh blare of a siren woke the residents of Lover's Lane up. It was early in the morning the day after Halloween, and in a nearby alley between Mini Bowl and Lou's Package Store, the battered body of Lois Laynes lay sprawled on the pavement. She had been murdered in cold blood overnight, and her partially clad body was found with several knife wounds and vicious bruises. After searching the small cape where she lived with her sister and mother, the police had found a "little black book" which in the case of Lois, wasn't so little.
From the plethora of scribblings and notes on the margins, the officers found three names that were the most frequent: Billy Gargler, Eddie Layton, and Matt Fink. All were local men that had a poor track record and were known to butt heads with The Law from time to time. However, none emerged as a clear suspect. Plans were immediately made to search for the three men and interview them.
Unfortunately, Lois had lived a rather harsh life. Her parents had divorced when she was the tender age of ten, and things had proceeded downhill from there. A combination of the wrong crowd, Lois' experimentation with drugs and booze, and her endless desire to replace the missing father figure in her life had lead to multiple arrests, two DUI citations, and finally in her dropping out of school and going from one menial job to another. At the time of her death she had been working as a bagger at Shop and Save, where ironically she had met all three men the police circled in her "little black book." Even more strange was the fact that on Halloween, the day of her murder, Lois had been visited by all three suspects...
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Lois stretched out on her oversized water bed. It was beastly hot on the second floor of her mom's tiny cape, and she had stripped to a tiny bra and crotchless panties in anticipation of Billy Gargler arriving. The Skater Dude was only 18 to her 22, but there was something about the younger man she found utterly fascinating. He was impossibly gangly, 6 feet of solid muscle, and had the most gorgeous blue eyes. They had gotten arrested together, thrown in a cell together, and constantly shot up together. He was the closest she'd ever had to a boyfriend, even though they basically got together for quick, clandestine sex.
Billy had the biggest cock she had ever seen, about 6 inches soft and nearly 9 fully hard. He was a crack addict and she supported him whenever she could, although her measly salary at Shop and Save was barely sufficient to feed a starving bird. As was part of their plan, Lois had a couple of twenty dollar bills laid out on her dresser. She was as horny as a jackrabbit, and hadn't had sex in three days, a very long time for the insatiable 22 year old.
A door slammed downstairs and Lois sighed with relief. Her mother and sister had gone to visit friends for the day and wouldn't be back until well after dark. Lois had told Billy to just come upstairs, and that she would be "ready for him." She heard the stairs creak as she idly fingered her crotch. Finally, a very familiar face peered into the poorly lighted room.
"Lois.....Oh, here you are!" Billy's face lit up at the sight of the gorgeous blond bombshell in front of him. Lois had sparkling blue eyes, a perfect nose, and ample breasts. He legs were thin and perfectly proportioned to her five foot six frame, and she smelled vaguely like a French Whorehouse.
"I missed you." Lois undid the clasps of her bra with deliberate slowness. Her tits, barely contained by the teal fabric, stood out in all their glory.
Billy let out a high pitched whistle. "You are really ready for me." He came over to the side of the bed and pulled off his baggy t-shirt. Lois drank in his sexy chest with the scary knife tattoo prominently etched near his left nipple. Then, she ran her hands over Billy's belt buckle, finally undoing the clasp and letting his oversized pants fall to the ground. A nine inch cock bounced out of his green plaid boxer shorts like a starved baby stork searching for food. Lois immediately took his fuckstick down her throat, gagging all the way but determined. Billy moaned and grunted as Lois deep throated him with utter abandon.
"That's it bitch, that's it...suck my cock, suck my cock."
Lois hated it when Billy called her a "bitch" but there wasn't much she could do about it. Half the time he was so high on crack she ignored his endless stream of obscenities anyway. She tried to forget his hurtful words and concentrated on the thick shaft in her mouth. Billy's moans got higher and higher pitched as Lois alternated deep suction with virtuosic tongue work. She ran her hands up the back of his boxers and inserted a couple of fingers up his butt to get him to come faster. Billy screamed and shouted so loudly Lois was worried the neighbors could hear him.
"YEAH, THAT'S IT, SUCK THAT BONE, FINGER MY BUTT. YOU'RE A GOOD BITCH, YOU'RE A GOOD BITCH! ARRRRRRRGGGGGH."
Billy started shooting off like a geyser. At the same time, Lois swallowed every drop, delighting in the bitter almond taste of her partner's cum. All too soon it was over. Her abuser pulled out of her mouth, and Lois sank back on the bed, back to the world of dull reality. It was then that Billy noticed the two twenty dollar bills on the dresser.
"What? Only 40 bucks?? That's not enough and YOU KNOW IT!"
Lois forced herself upright with agonizing slowness. Her voice would barely come out. "I-I don't have any more...I can't get anymore..."
"IT'S NOT ENOUGH!!!" Billy slapped Lois across the face so violently her head banged against the headboard. As she writhed in pain, he quickly picked up his clothes and ran out. The next thirty minutes were a blur for Lois as she tried to regain normal functioning. At some point, she managed to crawl off the bed to retrieve a locked box she had hidden in the closet. Lois opened it quickly, anxious to see the object of her desire. There it was, her dad's best pistol he had given her mother a long time ago "for protection." Lois ran her fingers against the rounded barrel, the cocked trigger. It would be all so easy, she thought, all so easy...
A car door slamming outside brought her back to reality. Eddie Layton was coming, and Eddie would fulfill her need to be fucked. Lois hastily put the pistol back in the box and shoved it under the bed. She then tried to mask the black and blue marks on her face with Cover Up. In the dim light of the room, she figured Eddie would barely notice.
At 38, Eddie was old enough to be her father, and that was part of the problem. Lois let him boss her around way too much, and had a hard time refusing him. Eddie spent most of his money on booze, and constantly was getting into one sordid business deal after another. His latest venture was a pyramid scheme to make enough money to buy a yacht. Of course, it would never work, but Lois knew better than to dampen Eddie's enthusiasm.
As she lay on the bed expectantly, the house suddenly became very quiet. Hadn't she heard Eddie slam the car door a few moments ago? "Eddie? Eddie? Is that you?"
The only response was the ticking of a cuckoo clock in the hallway and the loud beating of her heart. As Lois stared at the doorway to her room, a shiny silver object made its way inside. A thin shiny object, with a sharp edge....it was a butcher knife!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Lois screamed like a banshee and jumped off the bed. At the same time, Eddie entered the room triumphantly. He was dressed as Zorro, and the knife was part of his costume!
"BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Billy grinned at the shocked Lois. "Fooled you, huh?"
