Ice Princess Ch. 02

"Didn't you drive out on thirty-three last night?" Marie asked Danielle during breakfast the next morning as she spread butter across the top of her toasted bagel?

"Yes, why do you ask?" answered Danielle still feeling full from the nice dinner.

"Well it looks like Ben had an accident on that road last night." She slid the morning paper across the table to Danielle. On the front cover was a story about him. Danielle didn't need to read it. She already knew what it said. As quiet as a kitten she accepted the newspaper and scanned the article. It was possible she'd be moving on faster then she wanted too. Death wasn't a good thing in a small town like this. But he'd been so hungry, she'd been so hungry and he had tasted so good.

The picture of him wasn't very appealing. She knew he was nude under that sheet. His clothes were laying in ripped up pieces behind the billboard. She was sure they had not mention that to the press. Images of his seduction danced in her mind, but only for a few minutes. Her mouth watered for just one more drop from him. However, she knew it wasn't coming.

"Please," he'd begged her, "please let me fuck you. I promise my lady that I won't cum in your pussy. I'll only cum when your mouth surrounds me. I want you to have every drop of cum I have... I...." The image of him down on the ground on his knees begging her like the dog he was amused her.

She slid the paper across the table to Marie and tried to look sad. She took another sip of her now cold coffee and stood. The poor bastard had been a good fuck. She'd let him fuck her most of the night drinking all of his cum each time he cried out to spill it...

"I've got to get going," she said quickly and slipped her cup in the sink as she headed towards the kitchen door. Images of last night would only make her hungry again and she couldn't afford another death so close to the first one.

"Bill says we've got a wedding reception to set-up in one of the party rooms. It starts tonight promptly at nine."

She twisted the door handle and pulled it open. Over her shoulder she called out:

"Don't expect me until way after midnight Aunt Marie."

"Loves yea," she tossed out as she quickly walked out the kitchen door. She was relieved that was over.

"Pumpkin," called out her Uncle, as she pulled her car door open. "You be careful driving on thirty-three today. There's a nut out there just looking for a cutie like you to slay."

"Uncle Ben, you're always so good to me," she called back, came back to the door to give him a kiss on his grizzly cheek. "But the nut is after men, not women." She smiled at him and her eyes danced with laughter.

"A nut is a nut," pointed out her uncle and winked at his wife who agreed with a nod of her head from behind the paper in the kitchen.

"I'll be careful!" she assured him. The killer wouldn't be searching for her. She smiled to herself unless she was planning to drive off the room and commit suicide.

Danielle slammed the door shut and backed out of the driveway. The only nut she'd see on thirty-three today were the fools looking for the murderer. He'd begged her to die. How was that murder?

People just didn't make any since anymore. Eating was all she really understood anymore. Her life was all about moving, hunting and feeding. She was a predator. They just didn't know it. Wasn't that what life was really all about anyway? Never get close to a man; she'd learned that early in life. Feelings would only hurt you and love... well love was something only fools did. Love was for suckers. Anyone could say I love you. Those were only words, and wasn't love just words?

She pulled her car into an empty employee's parking space and adjusted her review mirror so that she could check out her make-up. She wanted to look nice for Bill; why she didn't know, but it was important to look nice..

Another car pulled into the space beside hers and Josie climbed out. She was one of the girls responsible for hosting the reception tonight, and she'd came in to make sure set-up went as planned. Then she'd be gone for a few hours to rest. Just before the party started, she'd return so that her watchful eye could oversee the party.

Danielle glanced at her from the corner of her eye. It was too bad she didn't drink women. She always stalked her victims before she went in for the kill. She didn't like Josie, because she reminded her of the head cheerleader from high school. The one the boys always wanted to date. To her they were one in the same as personalities go.

Josie closed the door of her car and moved toward the buildings back doors. Her shapely legs and dark tan were the envy of all the other girls who worked here. She clicked her compact shut and laid it down on the seat next to her. She licked her lips in anticipation of tonight's feeding. She'd never tried to take out a girl before. Her eyes flashed in anger realizing that she had no control of them as she did men. She watched the door close. Anger lit up her eyes. The time was coming that she'd take care of Josie. It just wasn't tonight.

The music from the club greeted her ears just as soon as she opened the door. It was loud! She could feel her insides pausing with the beat of the drums. The singer's had loud voices. Live music was like that. She treasured it, because it always helped her hide in a large crowd and it helped her to feel more than just the reactions of the people around her.

Hours later, Danielle smiled at the groom as he walked down the aisle with a few of his buddies. She had spent a considerable amount of time, before leaving this morning, putting her hair in long thin braids laced with beads of many colors. The short skimpy skirt and the naked mid-drift were a requirement of her position. She never regretted them because they always helped her find food. Everyone in the room wanted her even some of the females were attracted. Was it possible she could feed off a female if they were attracted to her?

The groom smiled back at her. In his eye was a hungry star. With confidence and training she moved around in the room while customers stuffed tips down her bra and into her invisible back pocket. She never minded. Tip money helped her find the next victim. Their skin to her skin always alerted her to the hungry...

"What about a dance princess?" The drunken groom whispered so close to her ear that he could have licked it.

Danielle smiled. It'd taken him a while to come find her. Here he was, drunk and hungry as hell. She laughed. Surely, the bride deserved something better then this.

"What do you have in mind, cowboy?" she whispered back into his ear as she cuddled up close to him and allowed her fingers to slide down his arm lustfully.

The band picked up its tempo and the dance floor was suddenly overpowered with a whole new group of people. They were sort of -hidden- from the room in a corner by the coat rack. A good position she decided.

"Hey Chuck," called out one of his buddies; what'ch doin' with the bimbo?"

Her eyes lit up like firecrackers. Two more victims tonight; but then, who was counting? She'd make sure those two suffered a long time like she'd suffered back in high school at the hands of the captain of the football team, and two of his closest friends. Paybacks could be hell!

"I'm going to dance with the Ice Princess!" he called back. They never answered, because they'd forgotten him already. She watched them dive into more drinks, poke more chew between their gums and hit on a group of well known sluts at the bar.

She twisted him around so that they were facing each other. She couldn't see what the bride saw in him. He was a worthless, spineless, and ugly. He or his father must have money. She knew He'd never had a good job in his life, and he treated women like he owned them.

"Dance with me," he whispered, the alcohol on his breathe made her gag. "I want to be your partner." He tried to take a few steps and tripped over his own feet...."Dance with me," he sang again-off key.

He turned her stomach. She was repulsed by him. Normally, she never felt anything besides hunger. She stepped back a few steps. If it weren't for needing food she would reject him. But, he was food... and she was so hungry. Not starved yet- just hungry. It happened like this sometimes. If she didn't feed on a regular schedule then she needed more, lots more to catch-up.

Seductively she began to move her body. She needed to disappear with him. Get him off the dance floor. For the moment it was so tight that everyone was squeezed up close to someone else. It was safe to start to build him up for the feeding. She let her fingers wrap around the front of his pants where she began to stroke him gently. The sensation satisfied her hunger. This was good; perhaps, this was all she needed for now. He was so drunk he didn't seem to notice that she was feeling him up. So, he kept dancing. His cock grew longer. He moaned his desire and kept dancing. Droplets of tobacco juice seeped out of his mouth and started to slide down his chin. She gagged. The music tonight, the crowd and this asshole were making her feel more than she wanted to feel. It was almost overwhelming!

The dance changed to a slow number and he cuddled her up close to him, parking his lips next to her ear. "You keep feeling me up and I'm sure to toss seeds out tonight," he whispered, "find a new place to park my car."

He was hot, stiff and she just wasn't interested. The feel was all she'd needed. She let loose of him, and then quickly moved away vanishing into the crowd.

"Hey," he screamed from across the room. She knew what would happen next and didn't care. She picked up her servers tray and walked toward the break room. The first thing she wanted to do was get that tobacco smell off of her body and out of her clothes.

Tonight, she decided, would get real interesting for Josie, and it would happen real soon. A satisfied smiled slowly spread across her face.

"Where are you going, Danielle?" Josie asked as she passed by her near the break room's door. Danielle laughed. Josie's smile seemed to just dance off her face. It was so unreal. If not for Bill, Danielle, knew that Josie would have already had her fired. Again she considered females and the idea of sexual contact. The desire simply wasn't there. If they felt anything for one another it was contempt not lust.

"It's my break time," Danielle, pointed out as she continued to walk away." I need to unload my undies," she yelled out and returned the same smile to Josie that Josie always gave to her. She handed her the tray and brushed a 20 dollar bill under her nose.

"It's heavy tip night, Josie! Or do the guys just find you that unattractive?" She cocked an eyebrow at her and slipped the bill back into her bra. Josie gave her a dirty look but knew better then to reply. Bill was within hearing range, and she needed this job.

Danielle giggled as she walked away. "Have fun!"

"Hey, where did my princess go?" The groom's disappointed voice drifted into the backroom. "She promised me a new garage for my car, and I'm ready to park."

Everyone ignored him; the crowd seemed to be in an uproar. Danielle sat down in the back quietly sipping her coffee and reading the paper after she got the smell of tobacco out of her shirt. She knew there'd be no wedding tomorrow. The bride deserved a better package...