It was her eighth day in Dead End and she was getting a little annoyed that the target she came to this city for wasn’t showing his face. She sat outside Lulus, as she did every day for her 4pm scotch, inhaling her third cigarette. She stared blankly behind her dark sunglasses, staring at nothing in particular but keeping keen observation on what was surrounding her. She opened her palm, tapping her cigarette in her hand until it went out, preparing to make her way back to her hotel room, taking whatever odd roads she needed hoping to run into Cameron.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the dark slim figure, dreads sloppily thrown into a high ponytail. She curled her lip at his pathetic posture as he stumbled into the bar, barely able to keep his balance. She watched him through the door. She had no track of the time as she sat there with no phone or watch. She kept her eyes glued on him, surveying every inch of his body, staring at his fingers as he wrapped them around his fourth rum and coke. He pushed himself off the stool, uttering to the bickering girls at the end of the bar “evening ladies.”

She kept her head facing Lulus as her eyes followed him to the end of the building, standing only after he had disappeared beyond it. She walked behind him for a few blocks, until they were far away from anyone else. She ran up next to him, flirting and giggling, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they walked.

They were nearing the diner when she pushed his body towards and alley way, pushing him against the wall and planting a wet kiss on his lips. Taken aback, he smiled at her, almost losing balance from his inebriation. He placed his hands on her ass, giving a firm squeeze. “Wanna play a little game?” She whispered into his ear, her lips caressing the side of his earlobe.

“What kind of game?” He asked with a curl of the lip.

She ran her tongue around the inside of his gauge and began singing the song ‘My Favorite Things.’ She put her hands on his shoulders, “get down on the ground,” she said whilst backing away, sliding her panties down from under her skirt. “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,” she sang. He sat down on the ground. “Now lay flat on your back,” she smiled. He obliged. “Now close your eyes tight,” she said as she fondled his belt. “No peeking.”

“Whatever you say,” he chuckled.

He shut his eyes, continuing to fondle his belt while reaching into her pocket with her other hand. She moved her body up to his shoulders, her pussy getting closer to his face. She took the ice pick in both hands, raising it far above her head. “Now what do you have-“ he said, opening his eyes. She slammed the ice pick down into his head, lifting herself to stand on his shoulders as she drove it in deeper then pulled it out. She finished singing ‘My Favorite Things’ as she picked her panties up, wiping the ice pick clean and putting both in her pocket and walking away.

Case #9577