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  Going Down: An Erotic Tale of Murder

  By

  Roy Glenn

  Copyright © 2011 Roy Glenn

  ISBN-10 0982731671

  ISBN-13 9780982731673

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior consent of the publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead or to real locals are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Tyhedra

  I heard a knock at the door and my heart began to race. It happens every time; and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I tried to calm myself before I got up to let him in. He knocked again; I looked under the pillow and I got up and walked toward the door. “Hello,” I said and step aside to let him in.

  “Hello, yourself,” he said. “You look incredible.”

  “Thank you.” I was wearing a white satin robe with a white silk gown under it, and nothing else. It left nothing to the imagination and he couldn’t take his eyes off of me. As I walked away from the door, I could feel his eyes on me as he followed me to the bed. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

  “I will,” he said and took off his jacket. He was a well-dressed man in his mid-thirties—if I had to guess—and reasonably good-looking. I met him early this evening at the bar in the hotel we were both staying in, here in Chicago.

  He was here on business. I was just passing through on my way to Atlanta. My flight left at 6:45 am the following day, and since I wasn’t in any way tired, I decided to spend the evening indulging my passion.

  Once I had bathed, I put on a black Alexander McQueen lustrous silk with faux wrap front and flowing draped skirt, and Samurai Strappy Sandals with golden ring detail and back zipper. Once I touched up my makeup and put on some perfume, I got my Alexander McQueen faithful leather clutch and posted up at the bar. It wasn’t long before he sent a drink over and I invited him to join me.

  I’m sure he told me his name; but honestly, on nights like this, I don’t even pay attention when they do. I don’t want to know their names. All I want from them is to give me what my body and mind need. Once I’m done with them, their names and faces are something I don’t care to remember.

  “What’s your name,” he asked, and of course, I lied. Everything I told him was a lie. Sometimes I don’t know where that stuff comes from. I mean it’s not like I think of it beforehand; the lies just come out. Tonight I was Susan Barnes, and I was a buyer for a small chain of high-end boutiques. “I never heard of them before,” he said.

  “I didn’t think you would,” I said, then leaned forward to give him a better view of my cleavage. “But give us two years and we’ll be in every high-end mall in the country.” I raised my glass, but his eyes were still glued to my cleavage. “There must be something down there that you find fascinating?” I finished my drink.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No you’re not.” I leaned close to him. “I think you’d like to see more.”

  He looked confused at first; then he smiled. “Yes, yes, I would love to see more.”

  “I’m in room 319. . . . In say, thirty minutes.”

  “It’s a date,” he said, and I left him sitting there. In exactly thirty minutes, he was knocking on my door.

  “Can I get you something to drink? The minibar is fully stocked.”

  “Dewars would be fine,” he said.

  I got a bottle of Dewars and poured it in a glass. He walked slowly to the bed and I handed him his drink.

  “You’re not going to join me?”

  “No. I have other plans,” I said, and eased the robe off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

  He took a sip of his drink. “What did you have in mind?”

  I slowly peeled the straps of my gown off my shoulders. I held the gown against my breasts for a second or two before I let it fall. Then I slowly got down on my knees and unzipped his pants.

  He finished his drink and sat the glass on the nightstand as I took out his dick. I clasped my fingers together, and put them around his dick and stroked him slowly. I moved my hands up and down and watched, as he got hard. Once it was hard enough, I ran circles around his head with my tongue. I took him in my mouth and felt it getting harder as I sucked. I love the sensation of a man getting hard in my mouth; it turns me on in ways I have no words for. I fondled his balls with one hand and stroked him with the other, while I sucked the head.

  I looked up at him and licked my lips; I felt his dick throbbing in my hand. I squeezed the bottom of his dick, and the head swelled. I ran my tongue over my lips and I lowered my head to him. I gently kissed his head and slid my moistened lips down on him. Up and down, deeper and deeper, slowly, until I had taken almost all of him in my mouth. His balls were fat; I squeezed them lightly and then took one in my mouth. I looked into his eyes as I rolled my tongue around it and watched his eyes open wide.

  I got up off the floor and knelt down on the bed next to him. I lean forward and licked his balls for a while, before taking his dick in my mouth again. He tried to reach for me and stuck two of his fingers inside me. “You are so fuckin’ wet,” he said.

  I stroked him up and down with my left hand while I fondled his balls with the right, all the while sucking his dick. I love watching a man’s dick going in and out of my mouth. I ran my lips and my tongue up and down his shaft, and moaned because I loved the sensation I was feeling as he rubbed my clit.

  He stood up in front of me and tried to take off his pants. But before he could get them off, I grabbed his dick and it was back in my mouth. I sat back and jerked it for a while to give him a chance to take off his shirt and tie. Once it was off, I took him in my mouth again.

  I let go of his dick and opened my mouth as wide as I could. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me. He took the hint and began to fuck my mouth. I was in ecstasy!

  I licked and sucked him and began to massage my clit. And I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I wanted to feel him inside me. He grabbed the back of my head and damn near forced it down my throat. “You are so fuckin’ hot, baby!” he said, and I squeezed his balls.

  I felt like I was about to gag, so I pushed him off me. But I still wanted more, so I got his dick as wet as I could, and pushed my breasts together. He knew exactly what I wanted. Without being told he slid his dick in between my tits and began sliding it between them. I stuck my tongue out and
licked the head each time it was close enough. He held it in place long enough for me to suck the head.

  “Yeah, baby, suck that dick, with your sexy ass,” he said.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned.

  His dick slid out from between my tits and he quickly got out of his pants.

  “Gimme back that dick,” I commented.

  He stood up on the bed and I leaned back. He grabbed hold of his dick again and I tried to take as much as I could in my mouth. Damn, I love sucking dick. I sucked and then licked, licked and sucked some more. I ran my tongue over his balls and sucked them hard.

  “Damn, that shit feels so fuckin’ go, baby.”

  “Yeah,” I mumbled and continued to suck his balls.

  “Put it back in your mouth.”

  I did as he asked.

  “That’s it, baby! Oh, shit!” he shouted. “Suck that mutha fuckin’ dick!” he shouted and it drove me wild!

  “Come here and fuck these titties,” I demanded and laid flat on my back.

  He hopped down, shoved my tits together, and slid his dick between them.

  “Oh, shit!” he said again while he tit-fucked me.

  “That’s it!” I screamed. “Fuck these titties!”

  I began to go back and forth between rubbing my clit and fingering myself while he pleasured my tits. His dick kept sliding out, so I stopped what I was doing and squeezed them together. “That’s it. Give it to me,” I said and held out my tongue so I could slide it along his dick with each stroke. I grabbed his cheeks, pulled him toward me, and took him in my mouth again. “Hmm,” I mumbled while I sucked.

  “Oh, baby, you suck my dick so good.”

  Now I was ready to feel him inside me.

  I pushed him off and was about to tell him to put it in, but he had other ideas. He grabbed one of my tits and began to suck my nipple. He ran his teeth along it and I felt the river explode between my thighs. I quickly stuck my fingers inside and pushed them in and out of me as fast as I could. “Shit!” I screamed.

  When he noticed how much pleasure I was giving myself, he decided to get in on the action. He began massaging my clit until I moved my hand away; and then he shoved his fingers inside me while he sucked and bit my nipple. I began ramming my body into his hand and sucked my juices from my fingers.

  “Oh, shit!” I screamed as I drenched his hand. “Shit yes!”

  I pushed his hand away and got up on my knees. “Lay down,” I said; and he quickly complied with my wishes. I got on top of his body and grabbed his dick.

  “Yeah,” he said and watched as I slowly lowered myself down on him. I moved a little bit until I got comfortable and had taken him all in. I sat straight up on him and rode him slowly, and he closed his eyes and moved in and out of me. I leaned forward and laid my body against his, and slid my hand under the pillow. I began to move a little faster as I pressed the tip of the silencer to his forehead and pulled the trigger. “Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed and slammed my body against his, until I all but passed out on his chest.

  Once I had caught my breath, I got up and headed for the shower so I could wash the blood and his scent away from my body. When I was done, I got dressed and wiped the room down so there wouldn’t be any fingerprints. I took one last look at him, put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and left for the airport.

  Chapter Two

  Tavarus

  I opened my eyes slowly and scanned the room. The first thing I noticed was that I was still fully dressed. I took a look at the clock. It was 10:45, on the Saturday before Labor Day. The second thing slapped me in the face: I grabbed my head with one hand and covered my eyes with the other to block out the sun. I had the serious head-throbbing hangover. Blazing sunshine was the last thing I needed after last night.

  Last night’s poker game was too wild.

  I dragged myself out of bed and staggered into the living room; it was trashed. Empty glasses and beer bottles were everywhere, every ashtray in the house was full and empty Krystal hamburger boxes and half-eaten burgers were everywhere. And to top it off, somebody had crashed on the couch.

  Wonder who that is?

  But I simply could not find the motivation to walk over there to find out. I shook my head, turned around and headed back to bed.

  I’ll deal with this mess later.

  I tossed and turned, rolled around and tried to hide under the covers, but the sun was inescapable. To further complicate matters, the telephone rang. My mind told me don’t answer it, but instinct had already taken control. “Hello.”

  “Hey, Tavarus.”

  “What’s up, Angelique?”

  “Did you have fun last night?”

  “Other than drinking too much, yeah, we had a good time.” Once a month my boys, Zack and Chris, and I, along with a few of my friends, get together to play a little poker. “Way too much to drink,” I answered rubbing my head.

  “You got a hangover, huh?” She laughed.

  “I think hangover is an understatement. Angelique, I swear, I’ve never felt this bad in my life.” I’d tried massaging my temples, but that wasn’t helping either.

  “You shouldn’t have drunk so much.”

  “Yeah, I know. But I had a ball.”

  “How many women did y’all have over there?” Angelique asked.

  I took the phone away from my ear and began tapping it. I liked her, but it wasn’t my place to tell her. Angelique was Zack’s wife, so if he wanted to tell her that we had a couple of strippers over, that was his business. “Hello, hello. Angelique, we must have a bad connection.”

  “Yeah, see how you do me? You ain’t right, Tavarus. Anyway, as much as I’d love to sit and chitchat with you, I have to say good-bye. You know what a busy woman I am,” she said jokingly. “So—is, Zack there?”

  “I don’t know? Somebody crashed on the couch; it might be him.”

  “You don’t know who’s sleeping in your condo?” Angelique asked.

  “Hey, hey, they got a coat over their head. But hold on and I’ll see.”

  I put down the phone and sat up in the bed. I shook off the nod and stood up too quickly. I had to steady myself before I attempted to make way through the mess. I snatched the coat off and it was Zack.

  Zack came here to Atlanta from Boston to go to Morehouse on a basketball scholarship, but he blew out his knee in tryouts, and so ended the scholarship. Zack dropped out after his sophomore year due to lack of money, and not to mention a lack of interest.

  I’m an ATL transplant, too. I grew up in Detroit. I’m the oldest of three children. Me and my two sisters, Pat and Anita, were all born fourteen months apart, almost to the day. Growing up in Detroit, both of our parents worked for GM on the second shift. They met on second shift, he asked her to marry him on second shift, and they got married the next day while they were on break. Pops had Reverend Jenkins meet them there. They got married and were back on the line in fifteen minutes. They wouldn’t work any other shift but second shift.

  After school, we’d go to my grandmother’s house until they got off. When I was thirteen, my grandmother died in her sleep. After that, a whole new world opened up to us. As long as we made it home by the time Moms and Pops got there, everything was cool. It must have been funny some nights to see the three of us come running up from different directions, trying to make it home. All three of us were pretty wild. Anita finally chilled out after she got married and had a baby a couple of years ago. But not Pat, that girl is still wild. They were into everything, and then they got boy happy. Anyway, my parents realized this about them early. So in a vain attempt to slow them down, my parents sent them to private school.

  Now my pops is a working man—don’t know nothing but work. Other than women, I mean. All his money went into trying to keep my sisters out of trouble.

  When I was seventeen and started thinking about going to college, my parents were in the middle of an ugly divorce. Pops was messin’ around; got caught with a younger woman. My mother caught him com
ing out of the motel. He ended up marrying the woman he got caught with. He was forty-one; Simone was twenty-five. My stepmother Simone, she’s pretty cool and she still looks good. Matter of fact, she’s fine! They’ve been married for fifteen years. Now Pops is damn near sixty and has four more teenage girls to get through. I feel for him. Anyway, when it came time for me to go to college, there was no money.

  Pops told me that if I’d be a little flexible, he could hook something up for me. But I wasn’t interested in waiting around for a job at the plant. I was going to college one way or another. I joined ROTC and juggled any part-time job I could find around my classes. I waited tables, been a cook and a bus boy. I hate the name bus boy, but shit, that’s what I was. I sold shoes, did security. Did all kinds of warehouse jobs. It was hard some days, but I got through it. When it was all said and done, I graduated with a degree in accounting, served three years in the Army and got out.

  I shook Zack. “Yo, man, Angelique’s on the phone.”

  “Huh?”

  “Angelique’s on the phone, man,” I said louder, handing him the cordless phone. Zack sat up and looked around the room. “Damn, this place is fucked up. What time is it anyway?”

  “I don’t know. Ask Angelique, she should know. You know what a busy woman she is,” I said and dragged myself back to bed.

  After a while, I heard Zack hang up the phone and start cleaning up the room. “Yo, Tee!” he shouted on the way to the kitchen. “Come on, man, let’s get this over with!”

  “Shit.” I had counted on him running his mouth with Angelique for at least a half an hour. I really didn’t want to stand up, much less deal with that mess. But Zack was right, the sooner we got started, the sooner I could go back to bed.

  “Wake up, Tee man, let’s get this over with.”