Going Down (31 page)

I approached the table where my group was sitting. Tyhedra immediately sprang to her feet and came toward me. Once again, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. “You were amazing. I didn’t realize you had come so far since the last time I heard you,” she commented, as Linda and Leonard joined us.

“That was incredible, man,” Leonard said and shook my hand. “You really tore that last song up.”

“Thank you.”

“You really were good, Tavarus,” Linda said, and continued to give Tyhedra the evil eye. “We’re gonna go now.”

“You’re not going to stay for the second set?”

“No, Leonard has a plane to catch first thing in the morning, so we’re gonna go. But congratulations. I hope you and your band do well,” Linda said, and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then she whispered in my ear. “Just friends, huh? We’ll talk about this on Monday.”

“You guys get home safe,” I said and separated myself from Linda.

“It was nice meeting you two,” Tyhedra cooed.

“It was nice meeting you, too,” Leonard said, and gave Tyhedra a hug. Linda walked off without saying another word.

Peggy stepped up. “I’m gonna go, too, Tavarus. But you guys are really good.” She gave me hug and whispered, “It made me want you even more.”

“Thanks for coming out, Peggy. I really appreciate it,” I said and separated myself from her.

 
“So I guess I’ll see you on Monday.”

“It was nice meeting you,” Tyhedra cooed.

“It was nice meeting you, too,” Peggy said, and Tyhedra gave her a hug.

Tyhedra looped her arm in mine and we walked back to the stage. “You’re fucking both of them, aren’t you?”

“What makes you say that?”

“You can read a lot into a woman’s body language.”

“Is that a fact? And what did their body language tell you?”

“That you’re fucking the shit outta Linda.”

“Am I really?”

“Yes, you really are. Now the white girl, she ain’t as far gone as Linda. So I guess you didn’t put it on her like you did Linda, but she’s hooked on you, too. If I wasn’t here, she had plans for you tonight.”

“Then I’m glad you were here. For more than one reason,” I added. “I’m gonna go to the dressing room and rest up for the next set.”

“Mind if I come keep you company?”

“Not at all,’ I said, and led Tyhedra to the dressing room.

When we walked in the dressing room, Gordon and Clarence were in there. Tyhedra told them how great they were and we all talked for a while. Then Gordon nudged Clarence. “We’re gonna get a drink.” They got up and headed for the door. “We’ll knock before we come in,” Clarence said, and closed the door behind him.

I laughed and so did Tyhedra. “I guess that means it’s safe for us to have sex in here.” Without waiting for me to say anything, she unzipped my pants and took out my hardening dick. She stroked it a few times and lowered her head to it.

I gotta say, the girl had skills.

Then she stood up and gathered her dress around her waist. “You might wanna pull those pants down.”

I quickly did what she said.

“I promise I’ll go easy on you. I know you got another set to play,” Tyhedra said, and got on top of me. She rode me slowly with her hands around my throat until somebody knocked on the door.

“Yeah!” I said.

“We’re on in five minutes, Tee.”

“I’ll be there,” I said, and Tyhedra finished me off.

I walked out of the dressing room and went back to my seat thinking, “What the fuck is going on with me?” I used to be a killer, and now I am little more than some insatiable ho, trying to fuck every man she meets. So, instead of cruising bars late at night for prey to kill, I’m cruising the bars looking for prey to fuck me and try to make me have the kind of orgasm that I get from killing. So far, no good. Each night, I leave more frustrated than before I started.

I’ve been in Atlanta for months now, and to my credit, I’ve only killed twice. The reason for that isn’t so much my self-control, or my feeling the need to stop because it was wrong. None of that. Mr. Kickass was the reason for my change in life. He put the fear of death in me. He made me realize that I was easy prey, too. But it
was
Mr. Kickass who got me on this current quest for satisfaction. As much sex as I’ve had in the last few weeks, nobody—man or woman—had me feeling the way he had. The only one who even came close was Chris, and he didn’t have me feeling the way Mr. Kickass did.

I thought about what I had just done with Tavarus. I thought about killing him, and I probably would have if somebody didn’t knock on the door. It was good that I didn’t, because when I came out of the dressing room, half of his band was standing there waiting to get back in. They would have gone in, seen Tavarus with his throat cut, and I’d be on the run now. Instead, I was on my way to hunt for prey. Not prey to fuck me and send me home frustrated again. Tonight, Tyhedra was gonna get hers.

Since I had been on hiatus for a while, I wanted to do something a little different. My preferred method of murder was a
sphyxiation. That was mainly because of the effect that it has on the dick. Usually
,
I
strangle or suffocate my prey, but like
I
said,
I
ha
ve
something a little different in mind. To be honest with you,
I
had planned on killing somebody before
I
left the condo tonight.
I
came prepared.

When
I
walked in the bar,
I
turned a few head
s
as
I
went and took a seat at the bar.
I
ordered a drink and while
I
sipped,
I
thought about my ho
-
like behavior of late. Not that
I
regretted
any of it. In fact,
I
was getting more out of the act than
I
ever had.
I
just didn
’
t
climax
. But
I
had had some good sex and
I
found that
I
like
d
it, wanted to do more of it.
I
wondered if
I
was becoming a nymphomaniac, because
I
wanted to do it all the time and it was all that
I
thought of.
I
wondered if this was a natural progression to whatever condition
I
had that made me kill for all th
e
se years.

I
didn
’
t care
;
I
was gonna have my type of fun tonight.

I
looked
around
the room and had spotted my prey for the night. He was a tall
,
good
-
looking man, very well dressed.
I
made eye contact with him
,
and then
I
got up and
went
out on the patio. He stopped at the bar and followed me.

“Like nights?” he asked when he approached me.

“That all depends on how you like to spend your nights.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“How do you like to spend your nights?”

“I like to spend my nights in the company of a beautiful woman.”

“Do I qualify?”

“Honey, you more than qualify. You are absolutely gorgeous.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, and finished my drink.

“How do you like to spend your nights?”

“Why don’t you go get me a drink, and I just might tell you,” I said, and started to walk away.

“What are you drinking?”

“Kamikaze.”

He hurried off to comply with my request. He returned shortly with two glasses. By then, I had taken a seat. “Here you go, gorgeous, Kamikaze.”

“Thank you.”

“So, tell me, how does a gorgeous woman like you like to spend her nights?”

I leaned close to him. “Naked and wet. Think you can help me with that?”

“I can definitely help you with that,” he said excitedly.

“Why don’t we get out of here and you can show me just how much help you can be,” I said, and stood up. Then I sat back down quickly and turned away. “What is he doing here,” I said quietly.

“What’s wrong?”