The lure.
STRAIGHT, WARNING, NULLIFICATION, implied snuff
I don't care if they live or bleed to death. I doubt many do live, after all,
I choose men who live alone. Harry was my forth victim. He was tall, quite fat
and had short brown hair. He lived. I met him on a website. He'd been dumped
recently and wanted a new girlfriend. I found a picture of myself and using
the miracle of photoshop changed me from a tall, tanned black haired girl to a
short white blond, with a small nose, white teeth and plucked eyebrows. I
thinned the lips, raised the brow, shortened the chin, and made the ears
smaller, and pierced. Then I posted it on a 'find true love' website. I said I
preferred men who lived alone in quite neighborhoods, as I had finished work
as a small time actress and wanted my privacy. I also said I lived in Atlanta,
though I live at the other side of America. Then I waited. I got a lot of
looks, but hey, who doesn't want to date a beautiful, single, actress. Then I
found Harry. He wanted to be a Captain and was training for it. His training
would soon be cut short by a long trip to the hospital. I went straight to his
apartment for the first date. I dressed in slutty clothes and a blond wig, so
I wouldn't be recognized and stepped into his apartment. I lied and told Harry
that I'd been to the beach, to get my tan. He smiled and the horror he would
face began.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked

"Yeah." He replied. I felt in his pants.

"Oh. Large one." I whispered.

He then pulled me into the bedroom and lay me on the bed. I pulled off his
trousers and underwear and began to suck his dick. It wasn't large, it was
small enough to fit in my mouth, balls and all. Then I bit down. Harder and
Harder. Then he cried out and fainted as I bit it in two. Blood spurted out. I
gave him a sleeping pill and went round the house to wipe away the
fingerprints and marks on the carpet. My sister runs a prostitution business
and I rang her number, told her it was done. I then left an advert for her
business on the sideboard, making sure Harry's fingerprints on it. Then I
picked up everything I had. When I checked the clock. It was 3:30 in the
morning. I put the wig back on and put the clock ahead an hour and then
smashed it on the way out. Left no fingerprints again and left. I looked like
a prostitute. Then I left. I was never there.

A slut was.  

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