I knew he was a killer. There was no doubt.
I was across the street, outside the restaurant, when I saw him. I saw his face just briefly when he lit his cigarette, the flame reflected against his black skin. Then he vanished and the alley went back to darkness.
"Well, I think I got that squared away," said Harold, marching out of the restaurant behind me. He was so cheap, he always argued with the waitstaff wherever we went out to eat. It was so embarrassing, I had to leave when it was happening.
"Well, that's nice to hear," I said, as he took me by the hand and began to lead me away.
Harold and I had only been married for only a few years at that point, and were on vacation... a kind of second honeymoon, he called it. It's amazing how much things can change in just a few years. Back then, he seemed so powerful, mostly because he was wealthy and full of ambition. I was his high school sweetheart... plain, flat-chested, not very pretty even by generous standards... but he loved me, I suppose, and had always thought that me being at his side was part of his life's trajectory.
Now things were certainly different. Money had changed me, in a massive way. Over the past several years I'd had almost a dozen cosmetic surgical procedures... Millions of dollars, and worth every red cent. The showpiece, of course, was my massive DD breasts, which hung suspended in gravity on my chest. They were heavy and perfectly round, jiggled deliciously with every step I took. With my tan and long, blonde hair, I had finally become the human Barbie doll I'd always dreamed of being.
Harold, on the other hand, just looked more plain and pathetic by comparison. Sure, he was still rich, which definitely had its advantages. But he was short... about three inches shorter than me. He had also begun to lose his hair last year... First a receding hairline, then it thinned so much on top you could see his pale scalp peeking out. I begged him to get hair plugs or something, but he just scoffed at the idea. Instead he grew his hair out long on one side and combed it over. It looked ridiculous.
Money had made me gorgeous. Money had made Harold fat and weak.
"Come on, Candace, let's get back to the hotel," he said.
"There's a shortcut we can take," I said, gesturing to the alley across the street.
Harold frowned. "I don't know..." I could hear the nervousness in his voice. "It looks pretty dark. Who knows what's down there?"
"Come on! Let's live a little!" I giggled and let my long, pink fingernails trace their way down his pants, outlining his little pecker, which had now grown hard. "It would be nice to be somewhere dark and alone..." I teased.
That was all the reasoning he needed to hear.
Truth was, we hadn't had sex in the past two weeks, and we'd only had sex a few times in the months previous. That's what happens when you're married to someone you're no longer attracted to, I guess. Every night I made up some excuse as to why I wasn't in the mood... and I knew he was dying for it. That began to become fun for me, seeing how desperate he was.
I would leave my panties laying around for him to find, or bend over low before him, brush my boobs against his arm... As though I were intentionally flirting with him, and that sex would be coming soon enough... but it never did.
I liked knowing he was in pain. It gave me a wicked pleasure.
Sure enough, he took me by the hand and we crossed the street and into the alley. I could sense he was scared, the way he kept looking over his shoulder... My pussy was getting so wet, so excited by the danger of it all...
"I.. I... I don't know..." he stammered. "Maybe this wasn't such a great idea... How long is this alley, anyway? I can't even see the end of it!"
"It's long enough," came a deep voice like thunder.
My breath caught.
"Who's there?" Harold called out, suddenly panicked.
The thug walked into a shaft of moonlight. Yes, it was the same man I had seen before. He was massive, he must have been seven feet tall. His arms were enormous, like tree trunks. His head was shaved clean. He wore a tight white T shirt through which I could see every muscle rippling through. This was a perfect man, perfect in every way... Even though he had a knife on us. A knife that had no doubt been used to kill other people. Just thinking about that, I had to lick my lips. I've always had a sadistic side, and now it was coming out in full force.
