HIS NEXT VICTIM (DARK THRILLER)

2

While Embry wiped the sex secretions off her legs, Kenise was busy watching the floor. Amateur hour was now over, and the professionals had taken the stage. Kenise stood awkwardly against the bar, sipping a Coca Cola. She felt uncomfortable in the skimpy bikini when there was no pool in sight.

Regularly, Kenise sported a uniform that consists of ripped jeans, band shirts, and converse. She never wore makeup, and if on a rare occasion she did, it was minimal. But here she was, in a bright bikini and platform heels - all borrowed from Embry.

Embry swore up and down that this outfit would be a moneymaker. But, there was not enough money to mask the embarrassment she felt. Revealing her body in a room full of strange men wasn't worth the money.

She didn't want to disappoint her newfound friend, but she had to be true to herself. She would prefer to work in fast food than do this every night.

She left her thoughts when a tall man came beside her and ordered a drink. She carefully cut her eyes at him. She was able to see the outline of his narrow face, broad shoulders, and lean structure. She watched him exhale after swallowing his shot of Crown Royale and immediately ordering another.

She was a young girl, naïve and doe-eyed. Never receiving attention from the opposite sex, she became flustered from the smallest interactions.

"Hey." She rubbed her arm, awkwardly, "Would you like a dance?" It burned her throat to say that aloud. She felt degraded. But she was already here half-dressed, might as well make money, right?

The man looked her up and down with lazy eyes. He revealed a dazzling white smile when he parted his lips, "Is this your first night?"

Kenise chuckled while covering her face from embarrassment, "It's that bad, huh?" She rested her arm on her hips, "How embarrassing..." The man eyed her up and down again, taking notice that her hips were proportionally larger than her waist and breast.

"Don't ask if they want a dance next time. Just dance. Trust me, they'll pay," he suggested.

"Thanks for the tip, but I don't think there will be a next time."

"Quitters never win..."

"That's bullshit. Sometimes you have to know when to fold," she scoffed with a sassy eye roll.

His eyes lit up, watching her face transform in anticipation. She was fiery, and he liked that. He looked her over once more, this time with intention. He scanned her young face assuming she was no older than twenty. The beauty of her face was disgraced by two piercings stabbing her cheeks.

"I'll have to change that."

He eyed the slimness of her neck and shoulders. She was ordinary, small, and delicate. She would look perfect laying under him; this caused a smile to spread on his handsome face.

"I've got an idea," he said, drinking his second shot. "Let's go out."

"You want to take me out?" She blushed, scolding herself for repeating his question.

He grinned, "Yeah. Unless you're scared?"

"I'm not scared of anything," she said boldly. The statement was partly true. There was a darkness within her that scared her.

"If you're around when I'm done, then sure." She didn't mind going out with this stranger. He was cute enough, and this would probably be the last time she was at this club. "I've got nothing to lose."

"I'll be around," he said with a soft smile.

"What's your name anyway?" she asked

"Devon."