Killer Dolls, Part 3

by Nisa Santiago

  “Is everybody having a good time tonight?” the lead performer shouted into the microphone. He was playing the saxophone, and his talent was magical.

  The crowd erupted into cheering and hollering. People’s hands were up in the air, and they were jumping up and down.

  “Who in the crowd thinks they have some talent to come on this stage and play with us?” the saxophonist asked.

  Several spectators wanted to join the band on stage. They were sure they had what it took to play with the band. It would be someone’s lucky opportunity. So many people were pushing toward the stage, it almost looked chaotic from where Cristal stood. There was no way she was going to subject herself to the madness and embarrassment. She didn’t know anything about playing an instrument, but at one time, before she became a killer, she did want to sing.

  Out of the blue, Cristal’s handsome stranger climbed onto the stage to join the band. She wasn’t sure if he was asked to or if he made it his business to do it anyway. But there he was, standing over everyone and commanding their attention like he was their general. He grabbed a bass guitar and started plucking the strings of the instrument adeptly, falling right in harmony with the band, like the last piece to a puzzle. The audience started to go wild. Here was this spectator playing jazz like he was Charles Mingus.

  Everyone started to dance. It was a full-blown party. For fifteen minutes, this man showed off like he was playing center stage at Madison Square Garden. Cristal was impressed by his performance.

  If the crowd wasn’t already standing, then he would have had a standing ovation. But the applause was deafening. The man dropped down from the stage looking like a celebrity. Everyone, even the band he joined, was praising him with high-fives and a slap on the back. He had lit up the nightclub with his performance on the bass guitar.

  He glided toward the bar, where Cristal was standing. He ordered a shot of vodka and a draft beer. He downed the shot and sat right next to Cristal to drink his beer. His presence was alluring, and he was much more handsome up close. She noticed the gold Rolex peeking from under his white cuffs, and the cologne he was wearing smelled expensive. From head to toe, he was sophisticated and masculine.

  She expected him to hit on her, but surprisingly he didn’t. Instead, he turned to the curvy, blonde white girl seated to the right of him and tried to start a conversation with her.

  Is he into white girls? Cristal became annoyed. She wanted some dick tonight, and he seemed like a suitable candidate. She couldn’t vet him thoroughly right there, but she was willing to take a chance on him, if he had given her the chance. But the voluptuous blonde with the blue eyes caught his eye more than a beautiful black woman.

  It’d been a while since Cristal had let her hair down and looked for some male company. Why tonight though, and in the city of New Orleans? Wouldn’t it have been safer to let her hair down and have sex when she was in Idaho or in Washington? Maybe she wouldn’t have enjoyed herself. The men there weren’t interesting or exciting.

  Maybe she was tired of keeping a low profile, running from state to state, and was willing to risk her life for one night of strong, passionate and crazy sex. She was still a woman with needs.

  What she thought was a sure thing for the bass player with the pretty blonde turned out to be amusing for Cristal. The white girl blew him off. She had a man. In fact, she was married. She boasted the diamond ring on her ring finger and left him with egg on his face.

  Cristal giggled. Good for his black ass, she thought.

  “So you find me funny, huh?” he said to Cristal.

  “Hilarious like Def Comedy Jam.”

  “I’m glad to have amused you.”

  “Well, I’m amused.”

  “You know, you’re a very beautiful woman,” he said.

  “Obviously, you thought that snowflake was much prettier than me,” she shot back.

  “I saw you first.”

  “And what stopped you from talking to me?”

  “Your look.”

  “My look?” she responded with a raised eyebrow.

  “You seem to have this attitude about you.”

  “Oh, so a beautiful black woman standing alone in a nightclub now suddenly has an attitude, so you approach the white girl thinking she would be an easier fuck?”

  “Look, I’m just here to have a good time and meet some pretty women.”

  “Well, you definitely got their attention with your performance on stage. You’re good. You just went to the wrong bitch for some groupie love.”

  He laughed. “Thanks. I should have been a musician.”

  “You’re better at that than being a playboy.”

  “Well, can I buy you a drink?”

  Cristal shrugged. “I’m only drinking Shirley Temples.”

  “That’s fine with me.”

  He signaled for the bartender and ordered another shot of vodka and a Shirley Temple. He downed the vodka quickly once again. Then he extended his hand toward Cristal and formally introduced himself. “My name is Kenny.”

  “Yvette.”

  They shook hands.

  “Now that we’ve been formally introduced, what brings a beautiful woman like you here tonight alone, I assume?”

  “Vacation.”

  “And where are you from?”

  “California.”

  “Chicago,” he said.

  She studied and vetted him right there. His accent was for real, Midwest and northern, and he was dressed sharply like a northerner. But the man had eyes like Satan. His hazel eyes were mesmerizing. She tried to look deep into his soul.

  “What brings you to New Orleans?” she asked.

  “I just needed to escape.”

  “A life of crime?”

  “No, my ex-wife and her family.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yes. I was married for ten years, and we have three kids together. My oldest is seventeen. My youngest is ten. Her family is very protective of her—my ex. Long story short, I cheated, her mother hated me, and I went through a nasty, nasty divorce. Two years of hell in courtrooms. She got custody of the kids, I gained a bad reputation, and I needed to escape. So I figured, what better way to escape than come to New Orleans and join the party?”

  “Ten years, huh?”

  “Yes. Have you ever been married?”

  “Fortunately, no.”

  He laughed.

  They had a few more drinks, and the conversation between them continued to flow. Though Cristal felt he’d ignored her earlier, she still wanted to be with him. Her body needed some sexual healing, even if it was only for one night. They both appeared to be damaged souls who had made mistakes in their lives. But hers was more damaging.

  Cristal wanted to feel like a woman again. She wanted to be touched, kissed, and fucked a certain way.

  As the night wore on, their connection grew stronger, and their conversation became more intimate.

  Kenny ended up asking her, “You want to go to your place or mine?”

  “Yours,” she said without hesitation.

  They both smiled and left the jazz club giggling and kissing, before climbing into the backseat of a cab.

  *

  There was no time for foreplay. They both wanted the same thing. The moment they stepped inside his hotel room, they pulled each other’s clothes off and became entwined in each other’s arms.

  Cristal had to break away from his lust suddenly and excuse herself to the bathroom. She had to stash the small Derringer she had hidden on her thigh. How would it look when he felt between her soft, inner thighs and felt the weapon? How would she explain that? She didn’t want anything to ruin this night. She hid the weapon underneath the sink and exited the bathroom, and they continued where they had left off.

  Kenny pushed Cristal’s legs back on the bed and took careful aim a
t her pulsating pussy.

  Her legs were spread, knees up, with him hovering over her, she was giving herself to him absolutely, no second thoughts. Her body needed it. And Kenny was well endowed.

  “Just fuck me!” she uttered.

  He wrapped up his big dick and shoved it inside of her, which made her squirm a little. The friction against her walls was pleasing. He started to grind with a beat. She was wet and her walls were tight. Her pussy was gagging on the huge meat shoved inside of her.

  She wrapped her legs around Kenny and ran her nails down his back. He felt so good; she closed her eyes and moaned. His strokes were deep and pressured; she was being suffocated by his dick that was stretching out entirely inside of her.

  “Mmmm . . . oh, oh,” she moaned loudly.

  He stroked his dick furiously into her, and Cristal was loving every minute of it. She had to shut her eyes and block Daniel from her thoughts. She had to escape from her worries and her fears to be able to catapult herself into an orgasm with Kenny. The sensation of his dick moving in and out of her, and the way he rubbed his mushroom tip against her pussy lips and clit, teasing her, made her want to explode.

  Kenny took control over her body in the missionary position, and she almost couldn’t move with him on top of her. She had to take her control back. She did a sweeping and cunning move on the bed, somehow using his weight against him, shifting her body slightly to the right, and Kenny suddenly was spun over onto his back in a flash, and she jumped on top of him, straddling in a heartbeat. She grabbed his arms and pinned them to the bed.

  “Whoa! How did you do that?” he asked, shocked.

  He must have outweighed her by a hundred pounds, but still she was able to lift him and rotate him like he was a child.

  “You like it?” she asked.

  “So you like being on top, huh?”

  “I like being in control.”

  Kenny smiled.

  Once again, his large erection found itself inside of her, and she started to gyrate her hips against his pelvis, milking his dick to come. They both moaned and groaned. He thrust upwards into her, pumping and filling her with ecstasy. She released his wrists and placed her hands against his chest and fucked him hard, riding him like a jockey. Kenny was enjoying every moment of it.

  “Damn, your pussy feels so good. Ooooh shit. You feel so good on my dick,” he said, digging his fingernails into her ample butt cheeks. He carved himself into her deeper, harder, and faster, fucking Cristal with all his might.

  On top of him, she wanted to feel heaven for once and use his dick to make herself come. She was soon there.

  She moaned, “I’m gonna fuckin’ come!”

  “Go ahead. Come on my dick!” he said feverishly.

  Subsequently, she lay nestled in his arms, her face against his smooth, thick chest, and the aftermath was breathtaking and nourishing.

  Cristal definitely knew how to pick ’em. He did her body right and gave it some needed justice. But after tonight, she wouldn’t be able to have him again. She would be gone, or he would. There would be no more rounds and no more hooking up because she wouldn’t take his number, and she didn’t have a number to give.

  “How long are you in town for?” he asked.

  She told him, “Until tomorrow night,” but she wasn’t sure herself.

  “I wish I could see you again.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Why not?” he asked.

  “It’s complicated.”

  He sighed heavily. “I see.”

  He gently removed her naked physique from his warm hold and lifted himself from the bed, leaving her sprawled naked against the sheets, peering up at him. His backside was well developed like a professional boxer. He showed off no tattoos and no scars, and his chocolate-covered flesh looked like it was poured perfectly on him.

  As he walked toward the window, Cristal kept her eyes on him, not because she saw him as a threat, but he was eye candy naked.

  With his back turned to her and gazing out the window, he said, “I had a really good time with you tonight.”

  “I did too.”

  “You weren’t what I expected,” he uttered.

  “You weren’t either.”

  “I wish I could really see you again, but you say it isn’t possible. I know it’s not possible. Life is crazy, the lives we choose and the people we hurt. To see dawn again and to go back . . .”

  To Cristal, he sounded like he was babbling. But she was listening. Something was suddenly off about him. She kept her eyes fixed on him.

  He continued with, “The sex was amazing. It was something like a last meal for you, Cristal.”

  Hearing her name, she became wide-eyed. She’d never told him her real name. How did he know it was Cristal?

  Kenny suddenly spun around holding a 9mm with a silencer at the end of it and fired bullets rapidly her way.

  Phew! Phew! Phew!

  Cristal quickly leaped from the bed and scurried into the bathroom as feathers exploded from the pillows that the bullets slammed into. She desperately reached for her small Derringer underneath the sink as Kenny charged toward the bathroom and continued to shoot at her. Bullets tore through the door, splintering it.

  Kenny shouted, “You can’t run from fate, Cristal. It’s your time to die!”

  Cristal had to think really fast. She stood poised near the door. Naked with her Derringer in hand, she took a deep breath. She was trapped like some rat in a hotel bathroom. The door was locked, but for how long? She only had four shots to take him down, and he had almost a full clip.

  “Open this fuckin’ door, bitch!” he shouted, trying to bang it down.

  The first thing she needed to do was disarm him. Her training on The Farm needed to come in handy. The bathroom door wasn’t going to shield her from Kenny forever, if that was his real name.

  Phew! Phew! Phew!

  He fired three more slugs at the solid wood door, damaging the hinges and making it easier to kick in.

  Cristal readied herself and kept count—nine shots fired so far. But how many rounds did he have in his clip? She stood perched on the sink, and when the door was forced open and Kenny came storming into the bathroom, she fired four hurried shots, but they weren’t kill shots. Kenny maneuvered himself promptly away from her weapon just in time, but one bullet was able to slice through his shoulder, and another bullet missed his head by inches.

  She lunged at him, her first priority to disarm him. She hit him with two punches to the face and was able to knock the gun out of his hand, and into the toilet. But he was still a threat.

  Hand-to-hand combat ensued between them. He was big and strong. He lunged at Cristal belligerently, but she managed to sidestep his attack and countered with a snapping kick to his face and then his chest.

  Kenny stumbled backwards, but it wasn’t enough to take him down. He glared at her and growled, “You’re dead, you hear me? Dead!”

  He charged again and swung at her with intensity, trying to knock her head off, but she ducked speedily and slammed a blow dryer into his ribs. He recoiled from the blow, but he didn’t fall. He countered with several punches of his own, and Cristal blocked them desperately, but the force from him was staggering.

  He was quick too, adept in combat, and there was no way she was going to defeat him with just her fists and hands. She needed to use her wits.

  He roared at Cristal and swung crazily, but she moved quickly, and his fists slammed into the bathroom wall and created two gaping holes.

  “You’re a fast little bitch,” he shouted.

  Cristal needed to escape from the bathroom. It was too cramped, and he was just too big and strong. He charged again, and this time he was able to wrap his muscular arms around her. He gripped her up tight into a bear hug, seizing her arms and trapping them to her sides, and carried her into the
room. He wanted the million-dollar bounty on her head.

  She squirmed in his crushing grasp.

  “I’m gonna fuck you up!” he shouted.

  She wasn’t about to give up. She suddenly head-butted him several times, dizzying him, and then she kicked repeatedly into his outer knee with much force, staggering him.

  Finally free, Cristal darted to retrieve her small clutch near the bed. Inside it were two small survival knives that could cut someone’s flesh fiercely.

  Kenny regained his footing. His forehead and nose was bleeding, and she’d almost broken his knee. He was fired up with rage, huffing and puffing.

  Cristal held both small knives in her fists, ready to protect herself.

  Kenny wanted to punch holes in her flesh and tear her bones from her body. There was no way a woman was going to get the better of him. He had taken down many strong men, either with a weapon or his bare hands. But this little bitch was giving him a run for his money.

  “So you wanna play with knives, huh, bitch?” he growled.

  “C’mon, muthafucka!” Cristal shouted. Her hard glare transfixed on his every movement, she was ready to show him how adept she was.

  They both were still naked and bleeding, their attraction and lust for each other having quickly transitioned into a death match.

  He took a few steps closer, crowding her open space. Once again, he charged at her, trying to tackle her like he was a linebacker, but she sidestepped and quickly cut him several times with both knives, ripping open his side and his biceps.

  Cristal smirked. “You wanna continue to play with me?”

  Now Kenny was furious. She had nicked him good, but pain was his friend, and he was going to show her how a warrior handles himself.

  Once again, he began to crowd her, and she stood ready with her knives. He charged at her, and when she went to strike, he dropped to the floor and executed a sweeping motion that swept her off her feet and sent her crashing to the ground.

  He stood up and kicked her sides several times, while she was on her hands and knees.