MOXLEY (A Dean Ambrose serial killer fic/Mature smut content)

Moxley's lap dog

Standing at the bar I had clear view of Moxley's next target. A man I was to lure back to the apartment building. Moxley wasn't just killing women anymore. If he had to he would kill men also to prove a point to the copy cat killer. I presumed it was his way of throwing the copy cat off. The only thing it was doing in my eyes was making himself look reckless. I had already told him this when he put me in the taxi to come to the club. He wouldn't listen. He told me I knew nothing of what he was doing and I should keep my gob shut and follow his orders. Moxley had already prepared an apartment separate to the ones we were staying in. A ground floor apartment that would be easier to dispose of any and all evidence after the murder. Looking across at the man I decided to order myself a drink. I was under strict orders to keep to soft drinks. For what I was about to do I needed a strong one. When my whiskey was placed in front of me I downed it in one. Ordering another I did the same again. I kept my eyes on the man. His dark brown hair and well kept features told me he took pride in his appearance. He was dressed in a suit which was odd for this type of club. Dean had been targeting this one on a dating site also. Once again using my picture but the name was different. I was to call myself Katy. I had drilled that name into myself repeatedly on my way to the club. I was told this one wouldn't be difficult to bring back. In fact, he would be pushing to get me to go back with him. It was my job to convince him my place was best. Looking over his expensive suit and wrist watch from a distance I had hoped he wouldn't walk away the second he saw the apartment building. He seemed the type to have expensive taste. I now understood why Moxley forced me to change four times before he let me leave. Each outfit before this one he called "Cheap!". Not really something that helped my self esteem at all. I wasn't the one who packed my going out outfits. He had sent the cleaning lady to go get them when I let him know I had only brought essentials.

Deciding I should get this over and done with I ordered some wine to try and look more classy. I went for alcoholic wine rather than the soft drink version on offer. Picking up my glass I too a deep breath and headed over to the man who sat at a table waiting, impatiently I might add. Each step towards him I repeated in my head 'collateral damage' to convince myself I couldn't back out now. I didn't want strike two. Strike one was scary enough. Stepping around the tables I eventually made it to the man in question. I forced myself into character, a character I would struggle to portray because it just wasn't me. Moxley had already coached me on how to act. The type of woman Ryan would want to bed easily in one night. He was notorious for being a male whore. Always meeting women on dates just to fuck them and leave them in the dust. That type of man I didn't like but it still wouldn't make this any easier. Ryan looked up at me, double taking my appearance with slight shock followed by a perfect smile. Returning the smile I watched as he stood to his feet and looked over my appearance once more. "You must be Katy?" He questioned. I knew then he probably saw some not so flattering pictures of me in my usual daily attire. He didn't expect me to be wearing something so classy. My only classy outfit saved for Romans birthday office bash but after tonight it would be destroyed. "You must be Ryan" I winked falsely to him. I had to come across more confident than usual. I was warned if I let him think I was cheap he would try to bang me in an alley rather than giving me a full night. He took my hand, pulling the back of my knuckles to his lips as he gave me a sly smirk. I watched as he gently placed a kiss to be charming. I already knew he was anything but that. "Please...take a seat" I allowed him to help me sit down, doing my best to sit like a lady rather than my usual awkward way of sitting down at low bar tables. I smiled towards him as he sat down. He looked a little flustered as he continued to look me over. The padded bra being something Moxley also fucking suggested. I felt ridiculous with a bust this size.

The conversation instantly ran smoothly. I managed to play my part well and two hours later I had him pretty much tipsy. He could handle his drink well. He probably drank a lot. I was struggling to keep up so had slipped a note to the waitress to ask her to give me alcohol free wine and not to say anything. The guy was a complete sleaze ball. Already he was sat right next to me, lightly touching my bare thigh. I was worried he would try to slide his hand past my black mid thigh length dress but luckily he had some composure to hold himself back. "I'm just going to the bathroom. I'll be right back" I smiled at him falsely as he got up and headed through the tables. I didn't know what to do. He had been dropping hints all night that I should come check out his place. He ranted on for a whole ten minutes about how he had three pools and a lot of expensive art work. He was wanting me back at his place and now I was worrying. I just couldn't get him drunk enough to agree to anything yet. Freaking out I pulled my phone out of my clutch and called the number Moxley had given me just in case I had any problems. Waiting anxiously for it to ring I covered my other ear so I could hear the dial tone once it started. Seconds later Moxley picked up, he sounded annoyed like maybe I interrupted something important. "WHAT?!" I swallowed hard not knowing if I should just apologise, suck it up and try harder. I didn't want him to think I had failed deliberately. "Moxley, this guy seriously can hold his drink! He isn't getting drunk, he's ranting on about how I should check out his place, he keeps touching me and I don't know if I can do this..." I heard him groan out down the phone to me. Biting my lip I waited for what he could suggest. "You need to think of something! This guy has to die tonight! If not you will be the one dying!" I looked around the people in the club drinking and having a good time. There was no way I could do that for him but at the same time I didn't want to be killed. Guilt was filling me over the thought of letting this man die to save myself.