Katie's Cafe

4

I'm currently sitting alone, yet again, in another bar. On the upside, at least this one has a classier atmosphere than the last one I was forced to go into.

I know the man that I'm looking for tonight comes in here pretty much every Saturday, according to his social media posts, but so far he hasn't shown up yet.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asks me.

"Just an orange juice, please".

"I've never seen you in here before?"

"I just moved here a couple of weeks ago for work and I was bored, so I figured I'd check out a couple of the local bars," I lie.

"Well it's the best way to make new friends, right?"

"It sure is".

I really wish he would stop talking to me so I can focus.

As he hands me my orange juice that's when I see it, the same ridiculous tattoo on his right hand as the man I was here looking for tonight.

"That's a really unique tattoo".

"Word to the wise, don't ever get drunk with your friends abroad or you'll come back with one of these stupid things or an STD".

"Or maybe both?" I fake a laugh.

Shit. I didn't realise that the reason he checked in here on Saturdays might be because he works here.

"So what else do you do, other than serve drinks to lonely singles on a Saturday night?"

"Would you believe me if I told you that I'm also a part time male model?"

That would explain why I didn't recognise him at first. Now I've had the chance to get a better look at him it's pretty obvious that he's had some work done.

"That sounds like fun. I suppose you must get a lot of girls sat at the bar fawning over you, right?"

"Mainly desperate, divorced cougars looking for a younger man to go back to home with them and blow the cobwebs off," he laughs.

"And do you?"

"That's a secret," he winks.

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I guess that as long as I'm sitting here talking to you, the older ladies will just have to wait their turn".

"I'm hardly disappointed seeing as you're the most beautiful woman in here tonight".

"Thank you for the compliment. So what time do you get off work?"

"We close up in about an hour".

"Do you live far from here?"

"I live ten minutes away. Why do you ask?"

"Because I'm new around here and I really want to make a new friend tonight. Is that such a crime?"

"I guess not," he smiles.

As soon as his shift ends, he meets me just down the road from the bar, with him not wanting to be seen leaving with a customer incase he loses his job there.

It's a fairly short walk to where he lives, clearly modelling doesn't pay all that well if he doesn't even own a car.

"This is kind of new for me," he admits as we walk into his small apartment.

"What is?" I ask, scanning my surroundings to get a vague idea of the layout.

"Bringing an attractive young woman back to my place. Like I said earlier, I'm more used to being dragged back to older women's houses for the night".

"Do you not want me to stay?"

"Oh I definitely want you stay".

He walks over and places his hands on my waist, sending shivers down my spine.

"Do you have anything to drink?" I ask to distract him.

"There's beers in the fridge".

I walk into the small kitchen and grab a couple of cans out of the fridge, opening them up before pouring the contents into two separate glasses while he heads to the bathroom.

After slipping the drugs into his drink, I pour some of my own down the sink so it looks like I've already been drinking it when he gets back.

"So just for clarification, you're over eighteen right? I'm not going to have the police breaking down my door in a few days?" he asks when I pass him the beer after he returns.

"I'm twenty six, I swear".

"Good to know. So where do you want to do this?"

He starts drinking so I know I don't have long.

"Just drink up gorgeous, then you and I can go to your bedroom and get better acquainted".

Not wanting to wait much longer, he downs it quickly and shows me to quite possibly the most grubby, unclean bedroom I've ever seen in my entire life.

"So do you model too because your legs are incredible?"

"No, but I can pose in all kinds of positions for you".

"Is that so?"

He pushes me down onto his disgusting bed and climbs on top of me. Not wanting to be trapped underneath him once he passes out, I push him off and get on top of him.

"I do love a woman in charge".

"Good because you're about to find out exactly what a woman in charge really feels like".

His eyes soon roll back and close so I know the drugs have finally kicked in. I swiftly climb off the bed because I'm worried this place is infested with bed bugs or something.

All I can do now is wait for him to wake up so I can get this over with and go home. I feel like I'm going to need a scolding hot shower after being in this shithole.

"What's happening?" he finally asks after ten minutes of snoring.

"Seriously, who lives like this? You're well into your thirties and still living like a student".

"Why can't I move?" his voice is shaking with panic at the realisation.

"That would be because I've drugged you".

"Why? You said you wanted to come back here with me. I didn't force you to do anything".

"I did want to come back here with you tonight, but not for sex I'm afraid. I'm not going to beat around the bush Carl, I'm here to kill you".

"Why?" he cries,  just like most of the others did before him.

"You don't remember me? How about I refresh your memory? You went to a good friends party at a penthouse and had a little too much fun one night".

"There's no way you could know about that".

"Oh isn't there?"

"No it's not possible. You can't be here," he says looking into my eyes.

"I'm afraid it's entirely possible, and now you're going to pay for what you did,  just like your other pathetic friends already have".

"What are you going to do to me?"

I grab some of his underwear from a nearby draw and hold his nose until he opens up his mouth to finally take a breath.

Seems only right that his punishment should fit the crime, so I jam them into his mouth as far down his throat as I can get them.

"You said 'dirty girls love this', do you remember that?"

His body convulses once he starts inevitably choking on them, and it gives me a great amount of satisfaction seeing him suffer this way.

After about four minutes of me waiting impatiently for it to happen and checking his pulse, he's dead too.

I'm pretty sure this shitty apartment of his needs a lot more attention than any other I'd been in before, so I get to work cleaning up the crime scene.

If this guy was still alive then I'd have been doing him a seriously massive favour because it's down right immaculate by the time I'm finished with it.