The Venus Lie Trap

Dear reader:

This one's a "cream and scream". Think of it as Hitchcock meets 90s porn. Brimming with suspense, scandal and intrigue, with the usual dark humor and some kinky, ball-slapping sex.

Hope you enjoy.

THE VENUS LIE TRAP

Morning in a dimly lit bedroom. Sunlight sparsely shines through drapes pulled tight. Two naked bodies curled up warmly with each other. A beautiful woman and a strong, virile man.

Embraced in warmth and affection. She lies upon him gracefully. Touching, caressing.

She kisses him. Swirling lips and tongues. Excitement builds. Anticipation. Want.

He holds her more tightly. She gasps, feeling his strength. Brutal, primal power tempered by intimacy and enchantment with her.

A smile cracks on her lips. She rewards him for his soft touch. Grasping him gently in her fingers, she sucks his rippling cock amorously.

Warm. Sensual. Indulgent.

She feels his heart pound through his chest. Her own heart jumps with the thrill of what she does to him. Stirring him, awakening him.

He spreads her wet jewel apart with his fingers and feasts on her. Her face strains, in shock and awe from his wild, hungry, twisting tongue. Knowing what he could so easily do to her, yet he pleases her, tastes her, enjoys her.

She climbs onto him. A powerful slab of muscle. Sex rising from their bodies like steam.

She clutches his face and kisses him more deeply. Their deep moaning vibrates through their bare bodies. He penetrates her.

Thrill. Pleasure. Deep satisfaction.

Pulses quicken. Breathing intensifies. Even the air they breathe mingles together as the rhythm of their bodies drives on, heavy and intense.

Calling out to each other. The sounds, the sights, flooding their senses.

They can't take much more. As much as their bodies long to stay locked in this pleasure, they must spill over.

Faces strain. Bodies tense. No, not yet. More. Longer, please.

Both beautiful bodies tip over together. The warmth of their erupting climax together. He holds her trembling body even as his own bursts forth into her.

Holding tightly. Clutching to one another. The enigmatic thrill. The highest sex.

Their tired bodies lie lazily together. Indescribable joy. A profound journey embarked on together.

Their pulses and breathing finally slow. Their skin glows with satisfaction. Bright smiles beam from their faces as they look at each other with adoration.

~~~~~~~~~~

Meet the Moorhavens. You kind of just did.

Ryan and Leana Moorhaven: A lovely, mid-30s married couple, very happy and very in love. They lived in a nice house on stilts out in the Florida Everglades, with their nearest neighbor at least 30 minutes away.

It was as charming and picturesque as a house with a gator pond could be. They didn't mind the remote location, since they only relied on the pleasure of each other's company. Oh, and their adorable fur baby, Obi. A golden retriever who - whether he knew it or not - was practice for a not-so-furry baby in the near future.

Leana was making lunch at the stove. She reached down and fed Obi some scraps from the pot.

"Don't tell your dad..." she said with a smile as she rubbed his face affectionately. Obi scampered off, tail wagging.

She went back to making lunch, then glanced at her phone and called out to Ryan in alarm.

"Baby, come here! Come here right now!!"

Ryan dropped his tools, as he was working on a home renovation for her, and went to her with urgency.

"What is it!? Are you okay??"

Leana raised her phone to his face.

"Look! This cat hasn't had his morning coffee. His necktie's all crooked!"

"Cats don't even DRINK coffee! Baaahaha!" Ryan replied.

Okay, so maybe it was a bit much. Maybe even a little annoying sometimes. But the point is: nice people, happy couple.

But they weren't without their troubled pasts: Leana was burdened with a history of previous failed marriages and runaway husbands, who repeatedly left her to restart her whole life with no warning or explanation.

Ryan didn't just white-knight her, though. She saved him, as well. He had prevailing mental traumas from when he was in the Marines, deployed to dangerous locations during turbulent times, he carried the emotional scars with him even after he came home.

So with Leana's kindness and love, and Ryan's unfaltering loyalty and devotion, they were heroes to each other. The best things that ever happened to one another, they were building a life together, and off to a great start.

They milled about the kitchen. Tools and wood scraps were strewn here and there, along with sheets of visqueen plastic from the fun little home renovations they were doing together.

Ryan saw a piece of scratch paper on the table with a list of names scribbled in Leana's handwriting. He picked it up.

"What's this?" he asked.

Leana stopped what she was doing. "Oh. I've been looking into hiring us a home assistant. I know work is piling up on you, and you haven't been sleeping well. I hate seeing you stressed. I thought it would be a big help."

"We don't need a home assistant, baby. When were you going to tell me about this?"

"I wanted it to be a pleasant surprise."

Ryan smirked uncertainly and looked at the list of prospect names:

X Sancha Lopez

X Krystal Hartley

✓ Lolo Bugatti

X Lora Lamore

"Lolo Bugatti?? She's the one you want to hire?"

"Why? Do you know her?"

"Uh, no. Just sounds like a stripper stage name, that's all."

"Baahaha, very funny baby. I'm sure she's a nice girl." she said flippantly as she stirred her chamomile tea. Ryan looked down on the page nervously.

Leana raised an eyebrow. "Why so frazzled? Do you know something about her?"

"No!" Ryan stammered. "I just don't think we need a home assistant. Can we even afford it?"

Leana went to him and caressed his face.

"Don't worry baby, we can afford it..." she leaned in closer to him "And I'm sure you can handle another woman in the house." Then she kissed him on the lips and left the room.

What was that supposed to mean? And why the subtle tension? Did Leana know something about Lolo? And did it have something to do with Ryan?

~~~~~~~~~~

Later that evening. The sun was already down.

An Uber rolled into the driveway and the door swung open. A candy red, five inch high heel attached to a long silky leg came through, and out stepped Lolo Bugatti.

Lolo was hot. Fucking hot. The pinnacle blonde, lipsticked bimbo. Clicking in those tall high heels; Bangle bracelets, rings on nearly every finger - except where a wedding band would go - She looked like she could crack a coconut between her tits.

Who invited her? It was much too late at night for a job interview.

The Uber drove off and Lolo approached the front door. She teased her hair, then went to knock. It was hanging open. After a slight pause, she pushed it open and walked into the kitchen.

"Hello?" she said innocently.

No answer.

"Hello?..." She said again, "Is anybody home?" She stood in silence waiting for a response, eyes drifting across the house, but still no answer.

She walked into the living room. The house was so quiet, the click of her high heels and jangling of her bangle bracelets rang out even more than usual. Still no one. She saw a dimly lit room with the door cracked open. She went to it and gently pushed it open.

"Is someone here?..." she said as she peered in.

She froze, eyes wide and gasped at what she saw. Across the room was Ryan, lying seemingly naked in the bed, sheets just up to his waist. He was propped up against the headboard, arms spread lazily, and looking right at her with an arrogant smirk.

Surprised by the sight, Lolo pressed her hand up against her chest and blathered nervously.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Moorhaven! I'm so sorry! I- I didn't know you were in there!"

"Come in." He beckoned her.

She stepped inside the room. "Mr. Moorhaven, are you... naked!? Oh my God!" She fanned herself with her hand. "Is your wife at home??"

"Does it look like my wife is home?" He said slyly as he pulled the covers away, revealing his towering, rippling hard cock to her.

Lolo's mouth dropped open at the sight of his long, thick cock. Hard for her and ready to fuck. Then a devious smile cracked on her lips. She dropped her feigned innocence. She wasn't here for any job interview.

"Mmm, nice to finally hear that sexy voice of yours, baby. Goes well with that big juicy cock I've been gawking at. How long do we have?"

"All night." He answered her.

She peered apprehensively through the window, making sure Leana's car wasn't parked outside.

"So, not much time." she replied, lips pursed in a smile. She strutted towards him. "We're going to need all night if you want to fuck me as hard and raw as you promised in your texts, Ryan."

"Call me Troy." He told her.

"Using a fake name to fool your wife? Impressive. Or just naughty role play? Either way I like it, baby. You seem like a man who loves good pussy, and knows what to do with it. I'll call you whatever you want so long as you give me every inch of that nice big cock."

If you're sensitive to depictions of infidelity, you may want to skip this next scene.

Or not, actually. It's complicated, but if you want to know what's going on, you're just going to have to keep reading.

Ryan stroked his cock eagerly as Lolo undressed for him. From the corner of her eye she saw a sheet of plastic draped over one of the windows.

"Home renovation? Another silly project for your annoying wife?"

"Not like the work I'm about to do on you." He replied, still jacking his cock slowly, leering at her with anticipation.

"Smash it, baby." Her cheeks blushed as she flashed a naughty smile. She flung her top away and those gargantuan fake tits splayed out in all their glory. He licked his lips.

"Do you like my tits, baby? You can fuck them too. I can't wait to squeeze your cock between them and make it spew." She went to slip her shoes off, then he rudely stopped her.

"Leave those on." he commanded her.

Lolo paused indignantly. She wasn't used to being told what to do in the bedroom. "Leave these on? While you fuck me?"

"Leave them on." He repeated, eyes locked on those red fuck-me shoes.

Lolo smirked smugly. "Suit yourself, baby..." She acquiesced, too eager to get banged out to try and change his mind.

She crawled into the bed and lay up next to him, feeling the warmth of his naked body. She caressed his chin and chest, smiling as her eyes traversed him, then she leaned in and kissed him.

She moaned softly as his tongue mingled with hers. A thin string of saliva broke as their lips parted. Then she slowly crept down into his lap and grasped his cock in her fingers, jacking him gently in her hand, smiling brightly and blushing with anticipation as she admired it.

She lowered her head and wrapped her juicy red lips around it. His head thrust back and he bellowed deeply, howling with pleasure as her luscious lips slid up and down his rock hard shaft.

She could feel his pulse quickening, pounding through his cock as she sucked him longer and longer, making it glisten with her hot saliva.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and eagerly fucked her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise and she clutched his legs tightly, holding on for the ride with muffled moans and yelps as he fucked her pretty face.

Then suddenly, he flipped her onto her back. He spread her legs out wide, feet pointed outward, and fluttered her clit with his tongue. She reached down and swirled her clit gently, pressed beneath her fingers.

"Ooh, eat it baby. Eat that wet, juicy snatch. Make it drip before you fuck it! I can't wait to feel your cock so deep inside it..." she said, smirking with satisfaction as she watched him work her clit with his flapping tongue.

Then she reached into her purse and took out a small bottle of lube, drizzled it onto her tits, and rubbed it in deep, admiring her own juicy jugs as she made them shine for him.

He climbed on top of her and mounted her dominatingly. He slapped her hard across the tits, making her yelp out loud. He got that tit fuck she promised him. Sliding his cock into that tight canyon between her tits, he fucked her huge skin globes, clutching them tightly, making them bulge through his fingers.

Lolo shit-talked him playfully: "Mmm, that's it, baby. Fuck my big tits, you horny motherfucker."

He shoved his cock right into her pretty face with every thrust. She licked the tip of it as it reached her mouth, straining her neck to get her lips around it. It looked so hard and ready to bust, she may as well have been licking a bazooka.

Banging Lolo's tits was kinky fun, but he'd had enough games and was ready to fuck her. He pushed her onto all fours. She reached between her legs, spread her pussy apart with her fingers, and curled a finger to him, inviting him in.

He grasped her hips tightly and penetrated her. Cock still hot and wet from her wild mouth and that lubed-up tit fuck, he buried himself in her. Lolo gasped, overwhelmed.

"OHH! Ooooo, shit! Get in it, baby! Fuck me deep. Make me feel it!"

He went to work on her. The sweet slap of bare skin on skin as his hips collided with her, sending waves through her whole body, making her tits bounce wildly as they swung from her chest.

She called out to him as he hammered her; "Fuck me... Fuck me..." as if in a trance.

He laid her on her side. Swirling her battered snatch with the tip of his dick, he penetrated her again. She moaned deeply, breath taken away as he slid into her, even deeper than before.

He clutched her hips tightly and fiercely fucked her on her side. She cried out, and he silenced her, grabbing her neck and sticking his tongue down her throat. Both of them savoring the wild wet tongue and hot swirling saliva.

He pulled her face close to his as he fucked her. Her brow furrowed as her gaze locked intensely with his. Looking at Lolo was like looking at porn. Staring right into her, he had wild eyes, gritting teeth, and snarling want for her.

He grasped her neck more tightly, until she strained for breath. He felt her body tense, thrilling him to go harder in her. As she gasped for breath, he loosened his grip on her neck, letting her breathe. Then he did it again, clutching her even tighter, pushing deeper and deeper into her. Her tense body began to shake.

He felt her exquisite body reaching its limits. As he released her, she cried out to him:

"Ooooo, shit! I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, baby. OH! Fuck me!!"

He dug in. Clutching her even tighter, working her with relentless pounding. Her face strained into a grimace as she dug those high heels into the sheets, frantically swirling her own clit. Her shaking body went into convulsions. She was spilling over.

"Cum!" He commanded her, slapping her bare ass hard with a loud crack.

"Nyah! Yah! Ooo! OOOOOooooohhh!!!!"

She came for him in a gushing, squirting orgasm. Body trembling, stomach quivering. Wetting his still pounding cock and the sheets all over. He fucked her fiercely through her whole climax, until her body finally finished shaking and she wrapped her arms around him, her tired body glistening with sweat.

Exhilarated after reducing the golden goddess to a wet, quivering mess, he slipped out of her, came to his knees and stuffed his pulsing cock into her mouth.

"Oh. Oh! Mmph, mmph!" still buzzing from busting her slut-nut, Lolo was taken by surprise as he plugged her mouth with his cock, like a throbbing pipebomb about to go off. She reached up and eagerly jacked him in her mouth.

He held her firmly where he wanted her, looking down on her dominatingly. Feeling his body tense, Lolo jacked his cock faster and more fervently, looking up at him with big doe eyes, eagerly awaiting her reward.

"Augh. Uaugh! Aughhhh!!"

He gave it to her, sending a gushing hot load right into her slut mouth. She pulled him out to gasp for breath and cum flung into her hair and onto her pretty face. Then she swallowed him again and feasted more. Slurping and kissing every drop from his cum glazed cock with a satisfied smack.

"Fuck! Yes!!" He exclaimed. "Eat every last drop!" He commanded her. His eyes rolled, body convulsing. Muscles tensing, ripped body shimmering with sweat in the dim light.

He more than just fucked her. He annihilated her. Obliterated her.

Once he finished force feeding her that hot load, he pushed her away and flopped alongside her, satisfied. Lolo immediately curled up next to him and clutched him tightly. Mesmerized by that big nasty load, she'd never seen so much cum.

Lolo caressed his chest and face, congratulating him on a job well done in her. She scooped a dangling glob of cum out of her bangs with her finger, giggling mischievously.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. That's how you fuck. Most guys could barely last ten seconds in her, yet this stud just took her for a marathon joyride, and finished her off with a hot strangle-gasm. She struck up some pillow talk with him.

"Ooh! I came so hard for you. Did it feel good, spewing in my mouth? Yum. Was that good pussy, baby?"

She smiled eagerly waiting for his reply. She was expecting something about how good those luscious lips felt wrapped around his cock, or how much fun he had with her massive tits, her juicy ass, or the thrill of making her squirt for him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but to Lolo's disappointment, nothing came out. His face glazed over with a look that could only be described as utterly vacant. With his gaze looking out to infinity, his head fell back onto the pillow and he sprawled out, stone cold unconscious. His cum glazed cock was still hard, sticking into the air. The smile on Lolo's blushed face faded.

"Seriously? Are you asleep??" She hovered over him, tangled hair hanging in her face. Though it might appear he was just doing what many men do after great sex, it was more complicated than that.

Lolo shook him, trying hurriedly to wake him up.

"Ryan! Or Troy, or whatever the fuck your name is... wake up! Wake up, you dumb shit!" she slapped him rudely on the chest but he didn't budge. He was in an impossibly deep sleep.

"Rrr! Get up and clean yourself up, dipshit! Do you want your wife to know you fucked me??"

Then Leana's voice came out of a dark corner.

"Oh, she knows."

Lolo jumped in the sheets and she turned in alarm.

"Who said that!? Who's there??"

All Lolo could see were a pair of crossed legs sticking out of the dark corner. They were Leana's. She'd been sitting there concealed behind the drapes, watching everything.

Lolo stammered, eyes darting around nervously. Leana spoke to her again.

"I believe the words you're fumbling for are: "It's not what it looks like." A silly thing to say with a string of my husband's jizz stuck to your chin."

Lolo wiped it with her thumb and her lip curled nervously.

"Oh, shit! Are you his fucking wife??"

"That was my husband's cock you just drained into your mouth, if that's what you're asking. "

"You watched him fuck me??"

"Every. Last. Second. Disgusting whore."

Lolo's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I see. You're mad because I sucked and fucked your handsome husband so much better than you. That he fucked me so well... Came for me, squirming and moaning, gushing like a geyser."

Leana didn't say a word. She just let Lolo go on taunting her. Seemed like a bold move to mouth off after getting busted naked in bed with her husband, but Lolo wasn't known to have any amount of.. what's the word? Shame.

"I'll bet you wish you had this body, this face, these tits... Maybe if your pussy was as good as mine, or you knew how to suck cock, you could satisfy your hubby. Does that burn you up inside?" she batted her eyelashes insincerely.

Surprisingly, Lolo's vicious jab had little effect. Leana simply replied coolly:

"Oh, not as much as you think. See, that's my husband's cock, but that's NOT my husband."

Lolo scrunched her nose. "What's that supposed to mean, you silly bitch?"

"My husband would never touch a dirty bimbo fuck-hole like you."

"Bitch, he fucked my brains out! He came hard for me!" Lolo screeched.

"You wouldn't understand, you tit-for-brains cunt."

Lolo fumed, visibly flustered, but Leana stayed utterly calm and collected, delivering every word with cold contempt.

Understandably, none of this made any sense to Lolo. But she had no regrets over what she'd just done with the naked man in the bed - whoever the hell he was - and she was sick of all this cryptic bullshit. She was leaving.

Lolo got out of the bed and postured aggressively at Leana, body shimmering with sweat, still wearing nothing but those candy red high heels. Leana raised a finger.

"Oh, you're not leaving, bitch."

"Bitch!? I'll leave when I want!"

"Let me rephrase that: You're not leaving... Alive."

Lolo's eyes widened angrily. "Did you just fucking threaten me??"

"No point in that..." Leana fired back. "You're practically already dead."

"Don't you fucking touch me, you piece of shit!"

"I won't have to..." Leana glanced over at a nightstand across the room.

A revolver, set out on the nightstand, placed perfectly between the two of them. Lolo's breath intensified and her pulse began to race. She looked tensely at Leana, then at the gun. Leana looked on, not saying a word or showing a shred of emotion.

Then suddenly, Lolo bolted for the gun. The click of her tall high heels echoed through the room as she ran to it as fast as she could. She grabbed up the gun and pointed it right at Leana.

"Fucking... BITCH!" With the gun shaking in her hands, she pulled the trigger.

Click.

The gun didn't fire. Lolo pulled the trigger again, but nothing happened. She flung it to the floor angrily.

"Piece of shit!!" she hissed.

It wasn't a real gun, but rather the trigger for a trap she was standing right under. From the ceiling, a spring loaded arm with a long spike on the end released from its catch. It swung down into Lolo with blinding speed.

Lolo saw it at the last second and her eyes popped open in terror. She went to scream, but the scream didn't even cross her lips before the spike impaled her through the chest and out her back, killing her instantly.

A splatter of blood shot out, all over the sheet of plastic that was conveniently hung there beforehand. Taken off her feet, Lolo's body hung limp, impaled on the spike.

Leana let out a long, drawn out gasp. A wide smile came over her face as her eyes took in the lurid sight.

"Perfection!" She said breathlessly.

Thick, red blood pooled beneath Lolo's feet dangling just inches above the floor. Coincidentally, a perfect color match for those red high heels. Leana smirked in annoyance.

"Shit. Didn't lay plastic down for that." she said coldly.

She shrugged it off, and ran her fingers down her own face, relishing the kill.

So, what the hell is going on? What happened to our nice couple? Would Ryan really do what he just did with Lolo? Which paled in comparison to what Leana just did with Lolo; killing her with an elaborate deathtrap straight out of a Saw movie. She didn't even have to get out of her chair, or even uncross her legs to do it.

You see, when Leana was repeatedly cheated on by her husbands in previous marriages, she got back at the women who ruined her life in the only way that felt appropriate: by killing them.

For the ex-husbands themselves, they did "run away" from Leana, technically. But none of them made it past hatchet-range. She got them too, and they met similar ends as the women they scorned her with: Dissolved in vats of acid, as fertilizer in a pig field, or chained to cinder blocks at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico, or America, or whatever.

It gave Leana indescribable satisfaction to deliver justice to these salacious harlots. To give them what they really deserved. To reduce them to what they really were: a lifeless, soulless bag of body parts.

Of course, it wasn't until after she married Ryan that she realized how much she thrived on it. And with such a loving, faithful husband, the supply of home-wrecking sluts and infidelities wasn't meeting Leana's demand.

Furthermore, Ryan's condition wasn't just standard-fare PTSD, but rather a full-blown case of Dissociative Identity Disorder, i. e. "split personalities". Troy was the alter ego he'd created to cope with his mental and emotional traumas.

Nothing like Ryan himself, Troy was a horny, chest pounding, arrogant pig who would fuck any hot woman to his pleasure with no hesitation. Ryan, in his predictable goodness, had medicated and suppressed Troy effectively out of his life.

When Leana learned about Ryan's unique malady - by googling the very specific meds he was taking - she saw a unique opportunity to keep her secret life as a whore-slaying vigilante going. One that would keep victims rolling in, and keep Ryan oblivious and innocent at the same time. Meaning her sweet, loyal Ryan STAYED her sweet loyal Ryan, and negating the pesky need to murder him, too.

Her elaborate scam went something like this:

Step 1. Find a slutty, promiscuous bimbo with no moral qualms about fucking a married man.

Step 2. Prime her by spoofing Ryan's number with a burner phone, and unleashing a barrage of raunchy, titillating sexts, using his own body shots and her own impressively filthy mind to work her into a wet frenzy.

Step 3. Manipulate Ryan's meds by replacing them with salt pills. Inducing a carefully timed relapse into his crude alter ego, Troy.

Step 4. Arrange the tryst, and when the painted-up slut clomped into the house ready to get packed with cock, Troy would be out of his cage to give her exactly what she wanted, and seal her fate at the same time.

Step 5. The final act. The coup de grace: Punishment; Just, swift, and true.

Of course, you and I may interpret that as a "brutal, splattery murder", but in Leana's mind it was more like the first thing. She even had a clever little name for how she lured these hussies in, using Ryan as live bait:

The Penis Fly Trap.

What? Did you think it would be something else? Well, you're not writing the story.

Anyway, Leana had done this quite a few times, and she was very good at it. She swiftly de-rigged the ceiling death trap and cleaned up the blood - of which there was a lot. As she rolled Lolo's body up into a rug, she chuckled to herself that this was a kill for the books.

Leana disposed of Lolo's body quite effectively. How? Let's just say there's a reason Leana was so excited to move to the Everglades.

A cold blooded reason. Literally.

Once the aftermath was cleaned up and the evidence discarded, Leana changed into a comfy silk teddy, ready to curl up with Ryan for the night. Ryan was still effectively comatose, which Leana relied on to make this whole sham work covertly.

She lay next to him, looking at him with a soft look of adoration. This raises the question: How could any woman - serial killer or not - stomach watching her husband fuck the brains out of numerous women, night after night?

In Leana's mind, the answer was simple: the man in the bed simply wasn't her husband, but Troy.

Her husband Ryan would've run Lolo out of the house before she even got through the door. Troy on the other hand, would fuck her like his own personal fleshlight, cream her like a cinnamon bun, and send her away wobbling.

And why not? Troy could do whatever he wanted with her. In fact, Leana was fascinated with Troy. She got a huge thrill from watching him work these girls.

The way he unleashed on them, boldly penetrating them with no questions, no apologies. The way he took so much pleasure in them, and gave so much back at the same time. Sensually indulging. Enjoying them. Using them.

One night, Troy fucked a silicone bimbo so hot and hard, one of her fake press-on toenails popped off, ruining her fancy pedicure.

They didn't even stop. He just. Kept. Fucking her. Relentless. Like a machine, until he finished her.

Hot.

So Leana was intrigued with Troy, to say the least. Ergo her recently accelerating sex life: every night with Ryan she dug deeper into him, trying to claw more of Troy out of him. Just knowing that beast was in there, under his very own skin. It excited her, and turned her on beyond measure.

As Ryan lay still in that deep sleep, Leana hovered over him. She spoke to him:

"Troy - if you're listening - Nice work, tiger.

And Ryan..."

She stroked his face and kissed his lips, then whispered quietly into his ear:

"... Good night, my sweet love. Till the morning."

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning. Ryan slowly opened his eyes from that deep sleep, though he didn't feel at all rested. He rubbed his head.

Ugh. Another vivid, jarring dream. He'd been having these recurring "wet" dreams lately. Intense, hot sex with gorgeous, nameless women. They'd appear out of nowhere in his dreams, and he'd do everything with them. Then they'd never appear again.

Where were these dreams coming from? Or the women, for that matter? He wasn't watching porn or anything, and his sex life with Leana was more than satisfying.

I mean he liked it, obviously, but he didn't LIKE it. It felt so real, so convincing. Hours of hot, wild sex. One dripping hot babe after another, night after night. It actually felt like he was cheating on Leana. The thought of it chilled him. Mostly out of embarrassment, he told Leana that they were just recurring "nightmares" and kept the rest unspoken.

But in truth, he'd gotten over his combat traumas some time ago. The nightmares went away at about the same time Ryan rid himself of "the other guy". Another little hiccup from his past that he was glad Leana "didn't know about".

Ryan didn't even like the feeling that he was lying to Leana. But he had no idea she was the one pulling the strings on what he thought were just nighttime fantasies, and that she not only knew about Troy, but had a cozy little arrangement with him.

As Leana opened her eyes, her handsome husband was right there to greet her. He shook off the memory of the "dream" and smiled at her.

"Good morning, baby. Another day in paradise."

"Another day in paradise." she said, returning the smile.

Ryan laid back smiling and looked at the ceiling. Then his eyebrows scrunched. He saw something.

"What is that??" He pointed up to the ceiling.

On the wooden beam that ran across the room, there were obvious holes drilled in it where lag bolts had been run through. Unbeknownst to him, of course, where Leana had rigged Lolo's deathtrap, then hastily taken it down during the cleanup.

Leana stuttered. "Wha- what is that??"

"Yes. What is THAT?" he said, pointing more assertively.

Leana's mind spun into overdrive. She blushed innocently, then covered her face and replied.

"Ugh. This is so embarrassing. A few days ago, I tried to install a chandelier. I thought it would be romantic. But I totally goofed it up, haha!"

"A chandelier? In the Everglades??"

"Well, poo!" She pouted. "I thought it would be romantic!"

"It's not even in the middle of the room..." he said looking up, eyes squinting.

"I already admitted I screwed it up, dingus! You don't have to rub it in. I wanted to surprise you..."

Ryan caught himself and went to smooth her over.

"Shit, I'm sorry baby. It is a romantic idea. It is! I'll tell you what; we'll order another one and put it up together."

"That's my baby." She said, the smile returning to her face.

"I'll make you breakfast!" He jumped out of bed with a sudden burst of energy.

"I'll be right there!" She assured him as he went to the kitchen. Once he was out, Leana flopped back and let out a huge sigh of relief.

Whew. Close call.

They had breakfast together, and Ryan went outside to take care of some things in the yard.

Leana sat at the kitchen table and tried to relax.

'Just calm down.' she said to herself. 'Not the first time a little "evidence" has slipped through the cracks."

She did some breathing meditation exercises to calm her jitters, when suddenly Ryan called to her from outside:

"Leana!!"

She jumped, nearly spilling her coffee.

"What? What is it??"

Ryan stormed into the kitchen. "Look what I found by the gator pond!"

He held up one of Lolo's candy red high heels, flecked with mud. Apparently the gators had an appetite for silicone, but not patent leather.

Leana turned white as a ghost and her blood chilled. Oh, no. The weight of getting caught suddenly crashed down on her. Ryan finding out her dark secret, how she'd manipulated and used him as bait, and the certainty that he would leave her over it. The fear of losing Ryan dwarfed the life sentence she'd no doubt be serving for all the murders, much less just this one.

Flustered, Ryan said: "I've told Obi a hundred times to stay out of your closet, and stay away from the gator pond!"

"Huh?..." Leana stammered, blinking her eyes.

"Your shoes are not chew toys, and those gators are going to gobble him up one of these days!"

"Ugh, right? That little stinker!" Her racing pulse began to slow, color returned to her face, and she anxiously started playing along.

Then Ryan looked closely at the shoe. He zoned out staring at it. So much like the ones from his dream. Flashing memories of the woman wearing them. Her face. Her body. Scalding hot sex.

Leana saw what was happening and suddenly interrupted his thoughts:

"Do you like them!?" she snatched it out of his hand.

Ryan blinked a few times. "Yeah... A lot."

"Then I'll start wearing them for you more often." she said with a smile.

Ryan gradually cracked a smile himself. "I'd like that."

"Rawr." Leana made a playful clawing gesture with her hand. They laughed awkwardly for a moment, then Ryan turned to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Leana put the shoe down and sipped her coffee, eyes still locked on Ryan.

"A lot of weird stuff happening in that gator pond lately..." He said as he rummaged in the fridge.

"That so?" Leana said between sips.

"Yeah. A few weeks ago I thought I saw a gator cough up a pair of gold earrings. And a few weeks before that, could swear I saw a copper IUD stuck between another one's teeth."

Leana almost choked, spitting that last sip of coffee right back in the mug.

Ryan popped his head out of the fridge. "You okay??"

She caught her breath and replied. "Yeah! Pff! That's just heckin' WEIRD, isn't it?!"

"Kind of makes me wonder..." he went on. "Maybe my "nighttime problems" would get better if we moved someplace less remote. A nice house in the suburbs, maybe?"

Leana tried not to look over-enthused. "That is DEFINITELY worth looking into, baby. I'll start looking around."

"Okay." Ryan said as he went to go outside and do some yardwork. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too much." Leana replied under her breath.

"Huh?" He replied, not sure if he heard her right.

"I love you SO much." She said with a sheepish smile.

Ryan smiled back, blew her a kiss, and went outside to the yard work. The instant the door shut behind him, she snatched up the shoe and went marching to the home office.

'Shit, shit, shit!' Leana thought. This was a problem. Maybe killing Lolo was a step too bold. Maybe it was time to shelf this thing before she got caught, or did any more damage to Ryan.

He was becoming more lucid. Remembering more. It wouldn't be long before he pieced things together. Then another thought sent a chill up Leana's spine:

Neither of Ryan's personalities actually knew she was a serial killer. But if Troy was gaining self awareness too, he wouldn't be happy to find out she'd been putting toe tags on all the hot babes he was having so much fun with.

Yikes. That would be a problem.

She sat down at the computer. 'Okay, just breathe.' she thought. She had a good run, but it was time to hang it up.

She should've known better than to fly too close to the sun. It was time to think about Ryan and their life together. Being an axe-wielding murderer wouldn't play too well with being the mother of Ryan's child, which is what she wanted more than anything, after all.

First: an amazon order to complete the pair of Lolo's hoe shoes. It looked like Leana would be wearing them for Ryan from now on. In bed. That was gonna be weird.

Second: search for local real estate agents to help her sell the house, get them out of the Everglades, and away from the La Brea Tar Pit of dead sluts in their backyard. The farther the better.

As she clicked the search a wall of female real estate agents popped up. No doubt recent graduates of the stripper to real estate pipeline. Thumbnail after thumbnail of attractive but fake, vain, smiling faces. It looked like a gallery of pornstar glamour shots.

"Ick... Real estate agents." Leana muttered to herself. She knew a few girls that fit this mold, and she wasn't a fan.

Just look at them. She knew what chicks like that would do to "close a sale". After all, she'd seen porn before. She used to read Penthouse Forum.

Leana sat back in her chair, arms crossed, thinking pensively.

"Hmmm..." she thought to herself. 'On second thought, maybe there was time for just. One. More."

THE END(?)