Dual Harvest

by Lori Michelle

  Amber used her hands to rub all over Melanie’s lithe body. First she caressed her boobs, and then she found the soft tuft of hair between Melanie’s legs. She took her fingers out and tasted her friend’s juices. Melanie was so very sweet. Amber lay her back on the bed and slid her fingers back in.

  Keeping her fingers planted deep inside, Amber licked her. Melanie gasped in ecstasy, and Amber did it again. She could see that Melanie’s clit was hugely swollen in pleasure, and she decided to go in deeper. She removed her fingers and slid her tongue in deep. Melanie was so sweet and salty. She licked and sucked until she felt her friend start to cum. Amber was excited and slid her fingers back deep in her own pussy. The two girls came together. One with the stroke of a mouth, the other with a stroke of her own hand.

  They lay there afterward in contentment. But the good thing about girls is, they are ready at any point to go again. Amber and Melanie spent several hours leaning how to pleasure one another and Amber knew that it was the thing she needed. Finally Melanie passed out from exhaustion. Amber was very tired herself, as the sex had been very energetic. She grabbed her clothes and got dressed. She kissed Melanie and thanked her for a good time. She then went outside to grab a cab to take her back to her car, and drove home satisfied. There was nothing like a nice slice of one hundred percent female ass after removing a man’s eyeballs while he slept.

  FIVE

  David Balducci looked at the case file before him. This Harvester Killer case was becoming a headache. More and more details seemed to be leaked to the press, and he was starting to take the heat for it. At least the media had yet to figure out why it was called the Harvester case. Looking at the mess on his desk, his fingers itched for a cigarette, but he had given that habit up a long time ago. Still, there was nothing like a nicotine rush to soothe the nerves. Instead he found his half empty coffee mug, making a face as he took a gulp of the vilest cold liquid he had ever ingested. Why was it that cops never seemed to have decent coffee?

  He sighed and opened up the file to the most recent killings. This time, there were four bodies to deal with and not just the normal one. Either the killer was getting braver, or sicker. He wasn’t sure which. What bothered him the most was the fact that they all had different body parts missing. He knew there must be some significance in the pieces that were missing, but there wasn’t enough known to make a determination.

  He sat back in his chair a minute and looked up at the ceiling, trying to clear his head and come up with some thoughts. Not having anything brilliant come to mind, he suddenly leaned forward and grabbed a pad to write down his jumbled thoughts.

  First he wrote down what it was he did know. All of the victims were businessmen, and all of them were staying at one of the local hotels. Most of them were in their 40’s, which fit in with the well-off businessman identity. There was one aberration where a rocker in his 20’s had been found with his tongue ripped out, but David wasn’t so sure that it necessarily went with this killer’s case.

  In all of the instances, the hotel rooms had been stripped of all valuables. Cash, Rolex’s, computers, jewelry of any kind had all gone missing. The word was out in local pawnshops, but none of the missing items had shown up yet, leaving David to believe that the killer did it for fun and didn’t need the money, or that the killer had black market connections. Of course, maybe the killer had an ebay account.

  Another similarity was the drug, Gamma Hydroxybutyrate Acid, which caused the victims to be lulled into a deep coma. David assumed that the killer used this to make the victims relaxed while they were being hacked to death. He made a note to ask the medical examiner more about the drug. And, the twist, all of them had recently ejaculated, leaving David to draw the conclusion that the killer was a woman. This had been confirmed at the last crime scene as one of the men had vaginal fluid residue. Unfortunately it wasn’t enough to run a DNA test.

  David was a little intrigued with this woman. She was obviously good looking for the men to want to be with her. She was apparently smart, or watched a lot of CSI, since she knew not to leave her fingerprints anywhere. And she knew how to get them to take the narcotics. Also, she must be strong in order to mutilate the bodies like she had. He wondered what the disappearance of the valuables and the disappearance of the body parts had to do with one another. Seems like there would be an easier way to rob the men.

  David flipped to the next page of his yellow notebook to make a chart of the victims. Seven men had so far been the victims of this murderess. He started by writing their names and ages across the top of the chart.

  Adam: 45; John: 39; Adrian: 47; Gary: 42; Derek: 44; Jesse: 42; Milo: 24.

  David still wasn’t sure if Milo was a victim of the same killer. He was the first one to have been found, and he was lumped into this group simply because of the missing body piece, and the lack of any other evidence.

  David started thinking more about Milo. A member of a failing punk rock band, and a known drug user. Nothing of apparent value had been taken, but drugs could have been missing, and no one would admit to that. David was sure that Milo probably didn’t have anything worth stealing. Tattooed, pierced, dreadlocked, and completely stoned, Milo had been found with his tongue cut out. He died a couple days later in the hospital from massive blood loss. Unfortunately, he was never able to say anything to the police about the crime committed against him. Underneath Milo’s name, David wrote Drugs with a question mark, and tongue. He still wasn’t sure why the captain had chosen to lump Milo in the Harvester killings, since his death was different than the others.

  The next victim had been Jesse. He had been in town for a conference at the Sheraton. Hard working and thorough, Jesse had made his money on the stock market and he was here to give tips to fellow traders. No one at the conference remembered seeing him with anyone the night that he died, but he had been found tied up to his hotel bed and strangled. The hotel staff never saw him with anyone, and the videotape from that night didn’t exist. The hotel manager embarrassedly admitted that the security system hadn’t been working and they hadn’t gotten it fixed yet. David was sure that information could be used in a lawsuit somewhere. Both of the victim’s feet had been cut off. His computer, watch, cufflinks, and cash had all disappeared. David wrote computer, cash, watch, feet under his name.

  Derek was next, but no one seemed to know what he was in town for. He was not even staying in a conference style hotel, but merely the local La Quinta. His wife claimed that he was going to a communications expo since he sold phone systems. But none of the department could find any expos like the one she described. They assumed he had just wanted a couple days away from home to play the field. Apparently he had gotten that and a little more. Again, no one had remembered seeing him with anyone. The people at the hotel were oblivious of him having another person in his room. And there was no videotape. It was a La Quinta after all. The man’s cash and watch had been taken. So had his large intestine. His abdomen had been severed and his guts were hanging all over the bed. David wrote cash, watch, colon under his name.

  He then wrote out the names of the latest four victims. Under Adrian’s name he wrote ears. Under John he wrote eyes. Under Gary, he wrote lips, and under Adam he wrote right hand. David sat back a little puzzled. Why would the killer take both of Jesse’s feet but only one of Adam’s hands? And the way that the corpse had been positioned was a statement of some sort.

  They had interrogated the hotel staff at the Hilton. The desk clerk remembered the four men, but didn’t remember them coming back with anyone. The Hilton lobby was rather large and David could see how people could move around without anyone else seeing. They detectives had asked to see the videotapes, and they were waiting for legal consent to get them. Hopefully the videotapes would reveal something meaningful, though David thought the killer was too intelligent to leave any evidence of that nature.

  David looked at all of the body parts to try to decide if they meant anything. Was there an underlying meaning to their ran
domness, or was it just what the killer felt like at the time? Again he sat back in his chair to look up at the ceiling to try and see if any light bulbs went off in his head. Nothing was coming, just a jumble of random thoughts.

  “Find a killer up there?” The voice jolted David out of his reverie.

  “Fuck you Patrano,” was David’s reply.

  “How much you willing to pay?” his partner, Joe Patrano, answered back jokingly.

  David threw a piece of waded up paper Joe’s direction.

  “Captain sent me up here to get you,” Joe said, ducking the deadly paper. “Says that he has something he wants to talk to you about ASAP.”

  “That man can’t tie his shoe laces without seeing me right away.” David retorted back. “I am surprised he hasn’t called me to ask how to fuck his wife. I’ll get to him when I am damn good and ready.”

  “Dunno man, there’s IA cops in there too. I’d get my ass down there if I was you.”

  David sighed and put on his jacket. Having Internal Affairs officers at your station wanting to see you was never a good thing. He wondered what they were going to try and pinpoint him for. He was a good cop for the most part, and only muddled the gray line every once in while. When you dealt with the scum of the earth, there was no right and wrong.

  “Don’t fuck up my desk while I’m gone,” he said over his shoulder.

  “Would you even know?” Joe asked, looking at the mess.

  “It’s a system, man, a system,” he said, trailing off as he walked down the hall.

  SIX

  Lila woke up with a start as the light of the morning shone through the window. Her body ached all over and she hoped it was just remnants of throwing up the night before. She didn’t want to come down with the flu. Despite the exhaustion, she dragged herself into the bathroom. She stood in the shower for a long time, letting the hot water pour over her body. Slowly, the tiredness relinquished and she started to feel better.

  After she had fallen back asleep, Lila experienced no more nightmarish visions, and she was grateful. As a matter of fact, she didn’t remember anything from the time she had been sick, until she had woken up this morning. She wondered what time Amber had come home the night before. Maybe she never had come home. But when Lila looked outside, Amber’s car was in the driveway.

  Still slightly stiff and sore, Lila got dressed and drove to work. She felt like she had given herself a rigorous workout at the gym. But she hadn’t been to the gym in a long time. She hadn’t even gotten up to run this morning. Not that her run was ever that strenuous anyway. She wondered once again if she was coming down with the flu. She was very rarely sick and it would really suck if she was now, considering she just took on that special project at work.

  She went through the day in a haze. She was tired, but not sick tired, just drained, like she hadn’t gotten enough sleep. Lila vowed to go to bed earlier tonight, and also promised herself to not drink wine. But her body ached all over. She felt like she had been twisted into a pretzel and released. She wondered if she had tossed and turned all night from the vision she had the day before.

  It was an uneventful day at work, and Lila drove home thankfully when it was over. When she got home, she was surprised to see that Amber’s car was not in the driveway. Lila was shocked; it wasn’t like Amber to be gone this early in the evening. But Lila didn’t think much of it as she parked her car in its spot. She walked into the apartment and smelled Amber’s perfume. She followed the aroma and discovered her roommate’s door ajar.

  She went in to the dimly lit room. Clothes were strewn about and Lila picked up a blouse that was tossed across the back of a chair. It was a cheetah print and very low cut. Lila held it up to her own body. The material was a slinky clingy knit and she knew that it would hug every curve and show every detail. Secretly she wished she had the guts to wear something this revealing. Looking furtively to the right and left, she quickly took off her own blouse and put on this one.

  Lila looked at herself in the mirror and blushed. She never showed that much skin when she went out. Hell, she didn’t show that much skin when she was dressed in her pajamas. But Lila eyed herself in the mirror a little more critically. She didn’t look half bad. Besides the bra that was obviously not built for this top, she looked very feminine and very seductive. She was so involved in looking at herself in the mirror that she was startled when she heard a voice.

  “You look pretty good in that,” Amber said from the doorway. “Just need the right kind of lingerie.”

  “Amber!” Lila said in a rush. “I am so sorry; I didn’t mean to snoop in your stuff. I don’t know what possessed me to try this on.”

  “Don’t worry about it honey,” Amber crooned. “You look sensational. Not as good as me of course, but very hot.”

  Lila was trying to get the top off and get out. “Yes, but I shouldn’t have come in here and I am so sorry for bothering your things.”

  Finally she got the top off, laid it back on the chair, grabbed her own blouse, and fled the room. She ran to her own bathroom, inspecting herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and she wasn’t sure if it was the rush of embarrassment or the awaking of a sensual rush she had while wearing the provocative outfit.

  Lila closed her eyes for a second and remembered the way the fabric felt against her body. Soft and silky. And she had looked good in it. But her responsible prudish nature would never allow her to wear anything like that. She wished that Amber would help her to come out of her shell, but she knew that she wasn’t sure if she wanted that anyway. She and Amber were too different to ever be friends. Besides she didn’t approve of Amber’s racy lifestyle. Staying out all night in fuck-me pumps and partying was no way to fulfill a healthy regime, especially when there was a killer roaming the city.

  Her responsible side would never allow her to let loose like Amber did. She knew that she had to be solid and stoic and never live the party lifestyle. She would continue to be plain boring responsible nobody Lila.

  *

  Amber watched as Lila fled the room. Her smile dropped. She hoped that bitch didn’t look anywhere else. She picked up the top that Lila had tried on and held onto it with distaste, as if the other girl had tainted it. She shook her hand in disgust and threw the top to the side. She wasn’t going to wear that one for a while. And she knew that would have to have it cleaned; as soon as possible too. Amber quickly looked in the closet and saw that nothing had been tampered with. She let out a sigh of relief, knowing that her secret was still safe.

  After the rigorous exercise she had gotten over the past couple of days, Amber decided to have a lazy evening. But not at home; Amber would never be caught at home alone. She got dressed in a tight knit running suit and a v-necked t-shirt. She did her make-up and fluffed out her wild curls. She knew that going over to Ace’s house didn’t require any formality, but she liked to hold her own with the other teenie-bopper groupie girls that would be there.

  She stepped out in the cool night air, and took a deep breath in, feeling alive. She smiled as the great feeling flowed through her body. It was Amber’s mission in life. To not just exist, but to live. She wanted to experience it all, and she wasn’t going to let anything stand in her way. She had spent too much of her childhood being whatever people wanted her to be. Then something in her snapped. She was tired of being the good girl everyone wanted her to be. Maybe that’s why she hated Lila so much.

  She drove the streets until she got to the rocker’s lair. It wasn’t much of a house and the neighborhood wasn’t great, but Amber knew that her car would be safe. Ace wasn’t the greatest handyman and Amber could see where he had repaired the latest hole with duct tape. She knocked on the door and it was opened up by Ace himself.

  The rocker was an intimidating site to look at. He was tattooed and pierced everywhere. His hair was currently cut very short and was a nice shade of fuchsia. Today he wore a shirt that said, Sex … do it for the kids. His black pants had a hole in the back and you could se
e his blue boxers hanging out. He also had a chain suspended from his waist. He was the type of guy that you’d never want your daughter to know.

  “Nice tape job,” she said, nodding toward the haphazard repair.

  “Dude, duct tape fixes everything.” He smiled back. “Yo, chicka. Glad to see you.” He let her in and gave her a big hug.

  She hugged back. Despite his wild appearance, she knew that Ace never would hurt anyone. His main mission in life was to party.

  She walked into the main room of the house and was instantly engulfed in a hazy cloud. She waited a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. She saw Ace’s latest girlfriend, Jody, sitting on the corner of the couch holding a beer. Jody raised her beer in Amber’s direction in greeting. Amber nodded back at Jody and continued to look around the room some more. All the band members were here tonight. The guitarist, Tokyo, and his girlfriend, the drummer, Boner and his girlfriend, Milo’s girlfriend, Candy, and a couple of other girls that Amber didn’t recognize. Everyone was very quiet this evening.

  Amber turned to Ace, “How come you guys aren’t practicing?”

  “Dude,” he said. “We’re in mourning. Man, we can’t play without Milo. Can’t have a band without a lead singer. Dude. And we aren’t ready to find another one.”

  Amber looked back at Candy. She could see the girl was still in shock and totally numb. She also noticed that Candy was completely drugged out of her mind.

  Ace leaned over to Amber, “Candy’s been like that since she found Milo half dead. It must be hell to watch your loved one die in the hospital. Nothing can bring her out of the funk. She just keeps shooting up.”

  Amber wondered what it would feel like to live the rest of her life in a drug-induced haze. She shook her head slightly. She would hate that. It was one thing to let loose every once in a while, but to give up total control was not what Amber had in mind or would ever want.