Dual Harvest

by Lori Michelle

  She saw the spark light up in his eyes. She knew that after a few minutes, he would be playing as much as the others.

  They all went into one of the bedrooms and got undressed. Except Adam, who kept his boxers on.

  One by one, Amber kissed them all deeply. They stood in line like little boys waiting for their turn. She then bent over raising her ass in the air, “John, are you ready baby?”

  He willingly obliged, and got behind her to take her doggie style. She motioned for the other two to come closer. She took Adrian in her mouth and then began to pet Gary with her right hand. All three men were amazed at how much pleasure they were receiving all at the same time. She then switched her mouth to Gary while she stroked Adrian.

  They then changed positions. Amber looked seductively at Adam, and saw his hardness through the thin fabric of his boxers. She crooked her finger, and he came over to join in the action. She then was riding on Adrian as Gary was feeling her from behind. She had Adam in her mouth and John in her hand.

  She smiled as she thought about the power she held right at this moment. They wanted her. Her. No one else. She was in control. And she could see that they were starting to get almost too relaxed. Soon they would pass out from the alcohol and the drug she had given them. This is what she wanted, total control over everything.

  They were all different in the way that they had sex with her. John was a hard lover who liked to pound. Gary had a soft touch and was a caresser; his hands roamed her body. Adrian liked to let her control the pace and let her take advantage of him. But Adam turned out to be the most responsive lover. He was attentive to her and the most concerned with her pleasure. But nonetheless, she still knew she wouldn’t orgasm with him. She never did … not with men, anyway.

  Amber made sure that all of the guys got their turn with her equally. After all of the men had been sated, they collapsed on the big bed; still fondling her as much as they could. She felt them fall asleep into a deep coma. “Sweet dreams my lovers,” she whispered quietly.

  She delicately got up to assess the situation that stood before her. She looked at the men that lay passed out on the bed. It was a tangle of arms and legs where she had been. John was snoring and Adrian was drooling. Typical men. Such a waste. Too bad too, cause they were a lot of fun. Amber started to go through the luggage that was in that room. She took everything of value from there and put it in the hotel laundry bag.

  She then went into the next bedroom and did the same thing. Computer equipment, jewelry, Rolex watches, cash; she took it all. After she had gone through the whole room, she went back into the bedroom to look at the sweet men in front of her, sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. She had to decide. Which part of each of them was the best? Small things this time since there were so many of them, she decided.

  She went to John first. Amber knew exactly what she was going to take from him. She pulled out her knife from her purse and used it to first stab him in the heart. Men didn’t have a heart anyway, so she knew that it wouldn’t hurt—and if it did, then she figured, all the merrier. Amber then began to casually carve the eyeballs from their sockets. Such beautiful eyes, she thought. Icy blue and piercing, yet warm at the same time. As she cut into the flesh surrounding his eyes, he took a deep sigh and died peacefully (the benefits of an excellent drug). Blood oozed out of his body and Amber used her fingers to pry the eyeballs out of their sockets, leaving her hands covered in his warm sticky blood.

  From Adrian, she carved his ears. He had so attentively listened to her. What more perfect way to have somebody listen to her than to take his ears? From Gary, she decided to take his lips. She knew that someone with such a lovely smile would use it often. Cutting of the lips was a little more of a challenge than Amber had expected, so she cut wide as not to damage any of the tissue that formed such an exquisite crescent.

  She had saved Adam for last. So sweet that he had thought of his wife. Such a sweet and gentle lover. He who had turned out to be the most responsive after it was all over. She decided to take his right hand. She would have liked to have both hands but felt that his left one still belonged to his wife. She didn’t want that, she wanted total loyalty, so she only decided to take the one hand. Amber guessed she would just have to collect the other hand from a different source, preferably one without a ring.

  Grabbing the handle of her knife, she slammed it down hard on the bones in his wrist, hearing them crack. She did this one more time in order to make the sawing process go easier. She then took the blade and began to saw in a back and forth movement. Blood began to squirt everywhere out of the grotesque stump and pretty soon Amber was completely drenched; just as she preferred it. Admiring her own bloody physique, Amber rubbed the substance all over herself caressingly.

  She got hot at the control she had over the situation and the blood that covered her body. Setting the body parts in the ice bucket near the bed, she laid down in the middle of the carnage. She continued to rub their blood all over her body, until her hand found the valley between her legs. She touched her clit, and teased it until she gave herself a loud shouting orgasm.

  Laying sated and satisfied, Amber thought about the evening she had just spent with the dead mutilated businessmen sharing this beautiful moment with her. She loved how she was able to control all four of them at the same time. They were hers to command and control; hers to do whatever she wanted to. And she saved the best part of each of them.

  She got up and washed off in the shower, letting the blood drain from her hair and off her body. Amber watched the water go from red to clear and the shampoo turn pink. She felt alive and refreshed as she let the water run down her body until it went cold. She got redressed and grabbed the bag of belongings she had accumulated. Carefully, she put the ice bucket of body parts in there with the valuables. She walked to the door and turned around.

  “Thanks for a great evening guys.” Blowing them a kiss, Amber turned and whistled as she walked out the door and sashayed down the hall.

  THREE

  Lila heard her roommate come in at about three in the morning. She knew that Amber spent most of her nights out, partying, getting drunk, and who knew what else. She thought that Amber was a nymphomaniac, and she sometimes wondered if her roommate was a prostitute. It would make sense if she was actually. Amber didn’t seem to have any sort of regular job. But, she was always on time with her share of the rent and utility money, so Lila wasn’t going to be complaining any time soon.

  Lila didn’t really care for Amber. She thought she wore too much make-up, too little clothes, and was a little too wild. But the two roommates never had to spend much time together, so for Lila it was a good arrangement. She got to be alone most of the time, and half the rent was paid.

  She yawned deeply and turned over in bed. She re-fluffed her pillow and tried to get in a comfortable position to fall asleep again. It didn’t take long, and she was out. But it seemed almost instantaneous when the alarm clock went off. Lila groaned and rolled over. She hit the snooze button and sat up groggily. She debated sleeping longer, but her responsible side made her get up and put her running shoes on and go for her morning jog.

  After going the normal morning mile, Lila felt refreshed and invigorated. She took a shower and got ready for work. Dressing conservatively like she always did, Lila grabbed her lunch fixings and headed on out the door. She walked to her white car and got in. She drove to work without too much rush and opened up like she did every other morning. The first half of the day passed as mundanely as it always did. Not much to comment on.

  At lunch, Lila went into the kitchen area to fix her lunch. She sat at the table and her eyes caught a newspaper headline. Harvester Killer strikes again. Lila was intrigued. She opened up the paper to read more.

  Four males in their 40’s were found dead in their penthouse at the Hilton last night, the apparent victims of the Harvester Killer. Some personal items of the victims were missing, including computer equipment, jewelry, and cash; adding robbe
ry along with murder. The four businessmen were in town sealing a lucrative deal with a local company. Not much is known about the murders, but it does appear to be the same mode of operation as all the other Harvester slayings. The murderer seems to target middle aged, wealthy, out of town businessmen. The victim’s families have been notified. Funeral details will be posted at a later date.

  Lila shuddered as she thought about why these men had been killed. She wasn’t into murder stories and she wasn’t even sure why she felt the need to read this one. Lila sat there thinking about the murders in a daze, and the kitchen seemed to fade away around her. She was floating in a hotel room, looking down at a king-sized bed. On it were four men and a puddle of blood. Lila gasped and snapped out of her vision. She looked around and saw that she was still in the office kitchen. She wondered why she had seen it so clearly. Apparently her imagination was working overtime, and it was stimulated by the story in the newspaper.

  She went back to her desk and finished the day’s work. Surprisingly, she had been given an extra project. The manager told her that they were impressed with her work. Glowing under the praise that she so needed, Lila felt better about herself: better than she had in a long time.

  Getting home that evening, she got out some dinner. Nothing very exciting, but she decided to celebrate a little with a glass of wine. She curled up on the couch with a book and another drink. Pretty soon, Lila could feel the effects of the alcohol surging though her body. It gave her a lethargic sleepy feeling and before she knew it she was asleep.

  She was floating above the bed in the expensive hotel room. It wasn’t a roller coaster type feel, more of a euphoric mellow feeling as she floated about the four men laying there in the puddle of their own blood. One of them was missing his eyes. Lila could see where they had been ripped from their sockets, the nerves hanging there listlessly. Surprisingly, she was not afraid. She looked next at the guy who had a permanent smile since his lips had been savagely removed. Trying not to gag in her dream, her body floated closer to the bed. The next guy she looked at was missing his ears, and just the hole where they had once been was left.

  The last guy was placed on the bed a little differently than the others, as if he was not part of the group. Like the rest, this man was also in a pose. He lay on his back with his left hand wrapped around his flaccid cock, his wedding ring prominently displayed. Lila understood that this man had cheated on his wife, as the clarity of the meaning stood out to her. Lila felt as if she were now standing directly next to the bed looking at him. The corpse turned to look at her, the stiffness of his neck cracking morbidly in the process. His ashen face was drawn into itself, as if the man had rapidly aged. What was once skin was nothing more than papery flakes and the small breeze in the room seemed to be blowing off what was left of his rotting flesh.

  “You know,” said the corpse, in a rattled gasp, “you made me fuck my marriage. I hope you’re happy, bitch.”

  Lila sat up screaming in sweat. Her t-shirt was drenched. She felt an overwhelming nausea and she ran into the bathroom and threw up. As she lay there in her bathroom, she decided that she needed not to drink so much wine. And that she needed to stop reading stories in the newspaper about crazy killers.

  She flushed the toilet, washed off her face, and decided to brush her teeth. Lila then went into her bedroom and sat on the bed. She grabbed her pillow and held it close to her chest. She wondered why she was having such horrific visions today. She rocked herself to calm down and tried to tell herself that it was just her imagination, and a good dose of alcohol. Eventually she settled down, and must have fallen asleep.

  FOUR

  Amber heard her roommate scream as she was getting ready for the evening’s festivities. She wondered if she should go see what was wrong, but she really didn’t care for Lila. Amber thought Lila was a little bit of a selfish prude, and definitely a shrinking violet. The two of them would never be friends. So Amber continued to put on makeup and do her hair.

  After she had gotten dressed in clothes, or lack of clothes depending on how you saw it, she sprayed her perfume and headed out the door. She got into her car and knew where she was headed. After last night, she felt the need to celebrate with something special. It wasn’t every day you butchered four horny businessmen, after all. She headed to someplace different tonight, opting to go to the Fluff n’ Stuff. It wouldn’t be too crowded, but there were always enough people there to make it a good time.

  She parked her car and walked up to the door. An all-female staff was waiting at the door to take her cover charge. Amber paid and went to go in. The big bouncer bitch grabbed her and kissed her full on the lips.

  “Amber, honey,” she began in a gravelly voice. “Haven’t seen you around much. Where’ya been?”

  Amber winked at the dyke. “Been working Thelma. Thought I needed some celebration tonight.”

  “Always a party with you here, sexy,” the lesbian called after her.

  She walked into the dusky bar and had to squint through the haze of smoke. She made her way up to the bar, where the bartendresses were wearing skintight jeans and black t-shirts. Amber smiled; Melanie was working tonight. Melanie had the body of a goddess; tall, leggy, with a firm butt and great set of tits. Amber had heard that Melanie was hot in bed. She wanted to find out, and hoped that this might be the night.

  “Hey sweet thing,” Amber called out.

  “Amber, babe, long time.” Melanie smiled widely. “Been wondering about you, missed you here. Can I get you your usual?”

  “Came back for the scenery,” Amber said, eyeing Melanie’s body appreciatively. “And that drink would be great.”

  “Coming right up.” Melanie sauntered away, purposefully rolling her hips Amber’s direction.

  Amber looked around the bar. Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness. The dance floor was only half full, but the night was still young. It was nice to be able to relax in a room full of women. Amber turned her head back to see Melanie coming back her direction, big glass in her hand.

  “So tell me babe, what have you been up to?” Melanie was asking Amber.

  “Been working a lot, trying to keep the money coming in, you know. Just needed a night off and a break from it all. Came to see my favorite girls. What time do you get off from work tonight?” Amber asked, trying to switch the subject off her work.

  “Actually, I am off at midnight, so about 45 minutes from now. Been missing you. You wanna go afterwards and grab some dessert with me?”

  Amber smiled seductively over the glass at the blonde. “That sounds like just what I need.”

  “Well cool,” Melanie said. “Just chill out for a bit, dance with the girls and I will be done slaving away back here before you know it.” She left Amber to go work on the other side of the bar.

  Amber got up and went to a table closer to the dance floor. Taking a big swig of her drink, she decided that she wanted to let loose and join in with the others dancing away. She went to a group of girls and just joined in, swaying her body to the tempo of the fast paced song. They all smiled and welcomed her presence. After all, dancing is much more fun in a big group. Besides, Amber liked to be the center of attention. She knew that she would soon be leading everyone on the dance floor.

  The song changed and they all continued to pulsate on the floor. As the time passed, they seemed to be getting closer and closer to one another until they were feeling each other up. Amber had her hands on the tits of a younger girl in front of her, using her thumbs to feel the girl’s nipples through her shirt. Next time, Amber thought, I am going to take you home. She leaned in and kissed the girl, sensing that she was a virgin to all of this.

  At first the young girl was hesitant, but after a few pecks, gave in to Amber’s teasing mouth. Amber smiled at her, and led her off the dance floor to someplace a little quieter. “I’m Amber and I am sorry, but I have to go. Will you be here again sometime?” she asked.

  The timid girl spoke up, “Yes, my friends always come here
on Wednesdays. This was my first time. I am not sure about all of this, but I did like dancing with you.”

  “Tell you what,” Amber said. “I’ll try to be here next week, but if I am not, I will definitely be here the week after that. I would like to explore a little more. What’s your name?”

  The girl smiled. “Kristy. That sounds great. I will see you soon then.”

  Amber grabbed her purse and her empty glass and took it up to the bar. Melanie was just clocking out and was ready to go. “Fresh meat?” Melanie asked.

  “Yeah,” Amber answered, licking her lips. “Sweet tasting too.”

  “Awesome. You ready to kick it? You want to go in my car or yours?”

  “Yours. I don’t know where we are going.”

  Melanie grinned naughtily, “I have good plans for you.”

  Amber slid into the passenger seat of Melanie’s car. They drove chit chatting about the weather, the time change and other various BS subjects. Finally they pulled up in front of an apartment complex. Amber followed Melanie in.

  Once inside, the two girls didn’t hesitate to embrace each other. Amber had heard correctly—Melanie did know how to kiss. Melanie pulled Amber’s top off and nipped at Amber’s nipples through her bra. Amber willingly undid the fastener and let the undergarment fall to the floor. Melanie hungrily kissed Amber’s breasts and Amber intertwined her hands in the blonde’s thick hair, savoring the feel of her friend’s mouth.

  They made their way into the bedroom, shedding clothing pieces along the way. Once in there, Melanie lay Amber down on the bed and slid her hand between Amber’s legs. Gently she stroked the soft skin, planting kisses on the insides of Amber’s thighs. Amber felt herself growing wet with the hot breath so near her secret spot. Melanie gently slid her finger deep inside Amber and rubbed her. Melanie continued to lick and tease until Amber almost couldn’t stand it anymore. Once her orgasm had subsided, the two women kissed deeply again, Amber tasting herself on Melanie’s tongue.