Just a Little Murder

Just a Little Murder 4

Chapter 4

Staring at the building that held the club his target was visiting, Aran sucked harshly on the sucker in his mouth, twisting it around with his tongue. He had followed her to her favorite hotspot and mourned a little at the fact that she had an actual schedule, and a predictable one at that. One that he had figured out on the first day.

It hurt him in his professionalism that people actually paid her to do his job.

"I have to say that if someone isn't watching her or doesn't know about her, they're slipping up rather badly. Either that or she's been really lucky so far," he snorted, eyes flicking to the small computer that was recording his words. Pulling his sucker out of his mouth, he wrapped it up in it's own wrapping and pulled out his usual "Playing the Designated Driver, so kicking it in car," sign and stuck it in his window.

He continued to watch the entry to the club, occasionally looking at his phone and flicking through the hacked live feed of the camera's that were over each of the doors and inside. It didn't take him long to find his target in a private room. He clicked his tongue as she chose an obviously well used body slave, one that looked like he was an inch from falling into a grave, and flicked to an outside view on his phone.

"Reminder: Call the Master and tell him about this club. No doubt that he can get the place raided and get the body slaves some kind of help. Or if not, the option to find a proper Master who can help them piece together their minds again," he said, watching the words appear on his computer screen. Plugging his phone into his car charger, he set it to a multi-camera view before he pulled out a small tablet and starting to play a game on it.

He was only bothered once when a nice bouncer from the club that he was parked next to handed him a sealed bottle of water and a sealed bottle of soda, along with a 'free meal' ticket from the fast food place on the other side of them. He had fun flirting with the guy, getting his number and promising to call when he wasn't playing 'taxi' to his so called 'friends'.

Checking the video feed, he huffed softly. "Note: her style is basic. Vanilla. She does hit harder than is allowed in the good clubs, and will most likely kill her current body slave if she's planning on doing what I'm thinking she will be. This bitch gives even banned Doms and Subs bad names," he said. He snorted and shook his head. "Idea for when I deal with her: use her own whip, which is a rather nice one but still kind of cheap, to hang her from her ceiling. Might have to reinforce it with some steel wire so the cheap ass leather doesn't break."

Reaching out, he saved the file and flipped his computer down as he watched as his target pout at someone out of the camera frame as she folded a dildo and a strap-on harness before putting away all of her things. She let some big ass man unstrap the body slave from the horse that she had her strapped down to.

"The bitch can't even take care of her things after a session, much less her sub. Slave or not, that's just bad form," he drawled as he tucked his computer away.

He waited until she had gotten to her car and started his own, pulling away from the club soon after to take a different route to her house, following the GPS bug that he had planted on her car a couple of days before.

"Ah, well, such is the bullshit that one goes through when hunting for untrained prey," he mused when he drove past her house, taking in the fact that the lost were rather set apart. "Especially untrained prey that doesn't know better and buys a home that is so far apart. Naughty girl. I bet that didn't even think to do a double soundproofing of her home instead of just insulating it," he said, smirking as he drove off.

He had just a bit more research to do yet before he could finally deal with the bitch that made his people look so bad. It was going to be fun when he did it.