My Shade Of Red

Chapter 1

I wasn't always this way I promise I never used to like these kinds of things I used to be a regular Joe. Despise the wicked love, praise the saints religion, hate the heathens, and love to live life to the fullest. But things changed you know all good things come to an end just like that innocent persona I once had.

By noon I wipe the remaining liqueur and pools of drools off the mahogany bar tables and sweep the weeping bums off the matted floors, and steel the hearts of too curious men. And by early cracking morning I return the favor by spreading their brains on the sofas, cars, pavements or hotels I stalk them too. I get them in a corner and snap the moment all cost is clear dispose of the body and leave no evidence. Ive created quite the spotlight like a talent show host, cops everywhere look for me because Im so erotic with it that no one could ever really figure out the full picture.

Everyone calls me Dee but no one calls me by my real name except my whore of a mother and my dead beat father who I cut all ties with the moment I turned 16. I was emancipated and able to pay for my apartment in full before the court could even stamp there approval on the damn paper. Im a foul mouth motor head chick who gets her kick out of a hell of a good hunt and kill Im so good at this bullshit that mercenaries offer me a job. Mobsters run from me and little kids fear to say my name more than once.

Well at least the ones who have seen my full face Ive given grown men nightmares I would know since Im the one who goes to put them out of their misery when I find out they speak about seeing my face and the horror theyve been through. I murderer them and the ones they spoke to about it. I guess for you to fully understand me then youd have to see what I am fully about and not who I am.

I pulled up to the parking spot in the back alley between the bar and bank and parked my car as I go to get out I take in the crisp November that surrounded me. Blowing a big huff of air through my mask with the design of a skulls mouth on it I shut the car door and headed for the back bar entry. The dim porch light welcomed me as a low hum of mosquito and various other bugs shattered the silence of the night. I unlocked the door with my employee key and stepped inside as I did beer, rum, vodka, patron, Henny, and the sweet sensation of alcoholics on the roads to terrible hangovers and five o clock mustaches at 8 am filled my nostrils.

Dee where have you been we called you in two hours ago? The clubs at capacity and we can barely keep up with the amount of drinks that keep being requested! Do you wanna keep your manager position here or not? James the bar owner began fussing. Calm your tits James Ive told you multiple times I come in on my calls when I can make it I was in the middle of something very important when you called. I shrugged the nagging sensation of his words off and shrugged off my leather jacket presenting my way too revealing work shirt. A black corset with lace off the shoulder sleeves that were detachable. And short black shorts way beyond many of the girls comfort as I took my place at the bar.

A man pulled me a side grabbing my ass at his own drunk comfort. Heeeeyyyy bbbbaaabbbyyy wwaaaannnnnaaa kkknnooo aaa good fuck! I rolled my eyes and calmed the adrenaline pumping through me. The slurred words the leaning the touching the heat the breath that reeks of alcohol. I bit my lip to stop the chills that bit at my cheeks and arms. (hey there girly five in one night what a gluten if I ask for any more God might punish me hahaha more than hes already going to!) I leaned in his ear and spoke loud enough for him to hear over the music. Get your hand off my ass before you wake up stained in a deserted city without both your hands and that filthy little tongue of yours attached in the same place you dick once was. I smiled and stepped back from the man I pressed my pretty little finger up to my lips and backed away.

He turned white and touched his tongue why I pretend I don't know and that nothing of the sort happened I slammed a nice glass of bourbon on the rocks down. are you scaring our guests again? huffed as he came behind me. Just a little teasing. I laughed sly to myself like and went back to my spot the hours ticked by as I served oogly eyed men. When the sun came up and the shift finally slowed down I clocked out and left to my car I let out a deep breath now back to the ticking clock of a room I got before I crack like a addict under pressure. I walked up to my car and was stopped by a man with brown high lights, ray bands, and a thee piece suit without the jacket. Its a little chilly for that dont you think Charles? he smirked as if not knowing who I was or what I did as a hobby. Never darling fashion statements where meant to be bold. Especially one of a gentlemen such as I.