Kamora slammed her right foot on the gas petal when she reached the highway. This Joe Declaro lived half way across town in a small Vila on a street named Buckingham Ave. She faintly remember that the man smelt of sharp cologne and cigarette smoke. Not a smell that was at all pleasing. Her car sped by and passed at least 40 cars. She never went for slow, and the cops never bothered her because of the sped limit. Traffic was never a problem with her. Having money..that seemed to buy her a free ticket to do whatever the fuck she wanted.<br/><br/>The car took a right as she changed lanes so that she could get herself onto the exit that would bring into Joe Declaroâ€™s town. It was a nice little suburban town, and Joe was a sergeant on the military.  Such facts would  put  the people in disgust. But h she found it slightly amusing in a very sick way.  Her tongue flicked out as she licked the blood from her lips. Sometimes she bit her lip just to taste blood. It was a wonderful taste, and very satisfying. She waited for the light to change from red to green so that she could take a sharp right, then a slight left, and finally go straight. Till she at last saw Buckingham Ave. which was to her left.<br/><br/>Joe Declaroâ€™s Vila was pretty but only in the sense that if you licked glassâ€¦and lots of it. She pulled down his  newly paved drive way which was decorated with little flowers lining it, and dark green grass that was freshly cut behind the flowers. Her nose smelt the scent of forest as well. This was definitely a nice Vila. Though it wasnâ€™t the best looking Vila in the world. It was homey and that was all. Her car pulled to a complete stop in front of his white garage. She stepped out of the car and her black higheels made a small clicking nose on the pavement.<br/><br/>Her hands twirled the keys to her car between her index and middle fingers. While her dark red  eyes scanned the premises. She found her way to his stone steps that led to the oak wooden front double doors. That had glass in a half circle shape at the top of the door. This man obviously loved his glass. She wondered if her got a kick out of the neighbors watching him have sex. It was an odd thought but it made her chuckle.<br/><br/>She gripped his knocker which is similar to a door knob and slammed it till the noise was unbearable for even her ears. The hard knocking noise echoed inside the house. A smile was plastered on her face like a giant Cheshire cat grin.<span style="font-style: italic">"Who the fuck are you..and what the fuck do you want?" </span>A man asked as his hands ripped the door open.<br/><br/>What greeted her was a tall man with a very nice build. He was young no older than 23 with scruffy blonde hair, and pretty blue eyes. His demeanor seemed to be a donâ€™t fuck with me demeanor. He wore army cargo pants and a nice white tee-shirt that showed off his muscles. A cigarette lingered in his mouth and he leaned against the door frame. His harsh eyes seeming to run over her like a dog. This man had seen death she was positive.<br/><br/>" I sergeant Joe Declaro am Kamora  Sanchez. The very women you ripped off to get free pleasure from six of our slaves. And I believe that you owe us 3 grand for that night sir." She stepped inside the Vila and made a slow move towards Joe. Her hands wrapped around Joeâ€™s neck and her lips kissed his. She pulled back slowly. "Now we can do this my wayâ€¦or you can be buried in the ground inside the casket within the blink of an eye. This is your choice. So what do you want."<br/><br/>In answer Joe deepened the kiss and slammed the door shut and clicked it locked<span style="font-style: italic">. "So Kamora what is your way. I have the money â€¦.Im just curious what is your way." </span>He shifted so that his back was against the door and Kamora was in front of him. His hand brought the cigarette to his mouth and he took a drag off it. Allowing the smoke to go into her face.<br/><br/>In reaction Kamora smiled and leaped back like a cat. Her eyes once again looking Joe up and down. She caught the bulge in his pants with her eyes. Ahh a horny man. Just the way she wanted him. "So I fool around with you for a bit. Play cat and dog if you willâ€¦I get a few house items, and I get moneyâ€¦and you such a fool get to liveâ€¦How does that sound?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Sounds fairly good to me."</span>Joe walked over to his ash tray in the living room and put out the cigarette bud. He glanced her way.<span style="font-style: italic">"You wouldnâ€™t mind giving the neighbors a show would ya." </span><br/><br/>"You bet I will." She smiled. The entire house was made out of class. Perfect. A little blood to paint the glass ahhh she was seeing a perfect night in her mind. She leaped over his couch and walked sexually over to him. Her hands ripped off his shirt and her sharp nails trailed over his six pac abs. Leaving blood dripping down his chest. Joe heaved a long pleasuring sigh. It was so easy to please such sick men.<br/><br/>(See more in the next post ;) )