Chapter 1: Lipstick Kiss
This woman was dangerous.
She wasn't a day over 25 and her looks were flawless.
She donned dark hair that curled softly, piercing green eyes, full lips and porcelain skin that had a light dusting of freckles.
However, she was devious.
They say to never mess with a woman who has a deep, dark secret hidden in the realms of her beauty.
She would only hang out in jazz clubs or a smoky bar to catch her next victims.
Although to her she wouldn't call them victims but men that deserved a punishment for their acts of evil against the female gender.
Her long and smooth legs would dance all night with the man of her choice.
She could have any man she wanted when she walked in the room whether they were in relationships or not.
The heels she wore clacked on the hardwood of the club as she mingled around tables with business men fresh from the office and their partners.
She would be holding a rum and coke in her manicured hands as she bent over to shake hands with the men that were infatuated with her presence.
She would seduce them by swaying lightly to the music of the band with her black dress flowing freely against her legs.
Her hips were intoxicating to the young men who watched her all night as they hoped to be the one she chose for her nightly escapades.
She would set her sights on one man in particular that had been watching her all night.
Her green eyes would snap to that man and gain his instant attention as if the eyes spoke directly to him.
Her hips would sway as she made her way over to him so she could ask him to dance with her for the remainder of the club's opening.
They would laugh and dance to music all night long, forgetting that the night of that man's existence was about to get shattered.
She would press her lips against the lobe of his ear and whisper sweet nothings to get him up to her hotel room as the night came to a close.
The men would always oblige to her request before grabbing their coats and calling a cab to take them away to what he imagined a beautiful ending to the perfect night.
She would always have other thoughts on her mind.
She would hold his hand and place gentle kisses along the jaw line so that he would become tense and sexually aroused.
It made the smirk on her face more devilish as she continued to kiss and pull away, teasing him with her tongue.
Once in the hotel room, she would order a bottle of champagne and have it chilling while they kissed and ran their hands all over the other's body, shocks of electricity shooting up his body while she felt nothing at all but sexual arousal.
She knew how to seduce and how to make them beg for me.
She would always fix the glasses of champagne after their kissing interlude to suspend the night further but this is where her secret begins.
Something always manages to find its way into the man's glass that doesn't kill him just yet but in the end she knows he'll be dead.
As he drinks the champagne she changes into something even more seductive than the dress she wore at the club and puts a bright red color of lipstick.
It was a lipstick that stands out to the eyes and symbolizes sex to the male gender.
It also symbolized her danger as it was her trademark.
The man that drinks the poison never realizes who she is until it's already too late.
They never suspect that the C-cup beauty they have in their hands could be their potential killer until they spot the red lipstick, but by that time it's already too late to push her away.
Her tightly toned body would distract them and her eyes would comfort them into thinking sex with a complete stranger was okay.
Feeling on her breasts and tasting his hard and erect cock was something she enjoyed most out of the entire night besides the fact that death was upon her sex partner.
He wouldn't wait for her to take off the lingerie and instead would always rip it from her body, exposing her heavy breasts and toned body.
He barely paid attention to the red lipstick she wore since the entire night was now not spent on kissing her mouth but kissing her breasts.
Fumbling them in his mouth and making her moan in desire for him to keep going.
At this point, she knew that she had 30 minutes to spare on this sex escapade.
His lips had reached the top of her sex before she pushed him backwards on the bed, rubbing her breasts on his bare chest.
She removed every piece of clothing from his body and played with is cock but never inserting it in her waiting pussy.
Before she could stop him he did what every man she had ever slept with did.
He flipped her underneath him and slammed his hard, fully erect, and forceful cock deep into her pussy only to hear her cry out in complete pleasure.
Bucking his hips hard against hers for a fast paced sex interlude and watching her tits bounce up and down.
This made him slam her harder until she got the strength and control back, flipping him over and riding him like a cowboy.
It was fast and hard as she could feel her walls tighten around his hard cock.
He lasted longer than she expected but he was only allotted five more minutes of living time before the champagne drink had settled into his veins.
She could see him getting sleepy so she rode him faster to make sure that they both got what they wanted that night.
She could feel her climax caving in on her and he was close as well.
They both shook together and cried out in extreme fits of pleasure.
That was it for him.
She could feel his body had turned cold and his eyes had been forever closed.
His death, for her, was not tragic but a routine.
