A Necrosis Blackout - Chapter 1

Erotic Horror - Not your Momma's Horror Novel...

Trigger Warnings: Murder, Death, Mayhem

This is not my typical writings. I am doing a little different just because I’d like to sharpen my skills in other areas. Hopefully this is a story that can find some followers on it.

All my life everyone looked at me for my breasts or ass, no one looked at me for my brain or the wonderful things I gave to this world. No one cared that I held four patents for my work in the chemical engineer field, or that I even met with three different sitting presidents when working on top secret information. All they ever noticed was my size 44 DDD’s and my plump ass.

I wasn’t okay with this, not one bit.

It was on my last date that I started plotting revenge on the world and all of those who took advantage of me because of my looks. Boobs were great, don’t get me wrong, but there was so much more to life. And I was going to find a way to leave a mark on this world, one that couldn’t be ignored.

“Hey, Asa! What are you up to?”

My coworker Justin Klein was a huge pain in my side. He and I went on a couple dates but like everyone else, he couldn’t look me in the eyes while eating or talking.

“Hey Justin, I’m just working on this presentation for the DOJ, you ready for tomorrow’s board meeting for our project?”

“That’s why I am here, I was wondering if I could take you to dinner and we could go over some of the finer points of the project and what I have so far.”

“Sure, when did you want to meet?”

“I could pick you up, if you wanted.”

He didn’t like that I had rejected his advances and he had continued asking me on dates ever since. I was bored, and tonight I had no plans, otherwise I would have said no.

“Nah, I can meet you anywhere you want.”

“What about my place at seven?”

He thought he was smooth, but he wasn’t. “Fine, I’ll see you at seven. I know where you live, I remember.”

I watched him leave my office with a smile, he was so annoying, always trying to show off. Maybe I could use him as a practice pawn, not the first one I wanted, but, none the less, a decent one. I made sure to write nothing down when it came to my plans to leave an impression on the world. I didn’t need undue evidence floating around.

A lot of my time in college went to studying criminology. My major may have been chemical engineer, but my minor was criminal justice. I had both means and ability to carry out crimes that absolutely would not be tied back to me.

I left work early to prepare for my ‘date.’ When I got home, I went to my safe and removed my burner phone. I cloned my personal phone a long time ago, I had it all planned out. This way I left the house my phone would stay behind, and I would take the burner with me. I would be able to see if anyone messaged me, but it would help with my alibi because I wouldn’t show that I left my home.

Since I was going to his apartment, I wouldn’t need to dress up fancy. I could slip on sneakers for the coming and going and have a pair of dress shoes in my oversized purse. Maybe elegant sandals. I also kept my knife sharp; it had a razors edge that would slice through anyone’s epidermis with very little effort.

Once I was ready, I walked out of my back door, down the porch and into the ally. I crossed over a few blocks and then grabbed a city bus. Once I was downtown, I called an Uber, and it took me to Justin’s home.

Let the night begin …

“Asa! You look great,” Justin said as he opened the door and let me inside, “can I get you anything to drink?”

“Bottle of water would be good.” I thought to myself that way I can take my drink with me when I go, leaving no prints behind.

We made small talk through dinner, and I knew that if I wanted any chance for my plan to work, I would need to be easier to seduce. I had to make sure was willing to go all the way with me. I was fairly confident he was.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

He looked up from his plate with a confused expression, “Thought we were going to go over work.”

“Justin, come on, you’re the best in the group. I’m sure your work is fine.” It never hurt to butter him up.

“I don’t know, do you think so?”

Nodding my head I said, “I’ve seen what you’ve done so far, if you stayed on that path, I am sure everything is perfect. What could you have missed?”

I watched as he agreed and then grinned, “We could Netflix and chill.”

Standing up from the table, pushing the chair back and grabbing my plate, walking it to the sink, “That sounds just wonderful.” I took the plate and washed it off, then using a paper towel I cleaned the plate and dried my hands. Pocketing the paper towel, I put it away until I could throw it out.

I sat on the couch with him, and he turned on the television. I didn’t care about show, I wanted to get this done. Using my body for what I knew he liked about it I adjusted my shirt, my cleavage busting out of the top. His eyes looked longer than was socially acceptable and I grinned.

“I’ve wanted you for a while Justin.”

“Me too, Asa.”

Reaching my hand out, I latched into his shirt and pulled him close to me, kissing him with the vigor of a whore trying to make her mark. I let him pull me on top of him, I ground my hips down into his hard cock. He felt average in size., enough to give me a good ride before finishing him off.

He pushed my panties aside, letting my skirt drape over my legs and shoved his fingers inside me.

“Someone is wet and ready,” he grinned.

I was wet and ready at the idea of what was going to happen next, not for the sex, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Yes sir,” I grinned back, “always ready for you.”

My hands fumbled with his zipper, nerves were starting to kick in. When his cock was freed, I lowered myself onto it. He moaned out in pleasure as my walls closed around his shaft. I rocked him hips, his hands held onto me. Together we moved and when I saw his face contort into that infamous snarl, he was known for in the office right before he came, I knew I had him. I clamped my walls on his dick and felt his load shoot inside me. The idea of possibly getting pregnant by a man I killed made my body tingle. I loved every moment and when I was done, I slid off him.

“Care if I go to the bathroom to clean up?”

“Sure, second door down the hallway.”

“Go ahead and start the movie I’ll be right back. I’ve seen the first thirty minutes, so I won’t be lost.”

I grabbed my purse and acted like I was going to the bathroom. When I saw his attention elsewhere, I tip toed around and removed my knife from my purse. The blade felt solid in my hand. It only took one swipe across his neck; I don’t even think it was painful. I watched the blood spew from his neck, down his body and onto his couch.

My blood sang inside of me, my knife felt like a glorious weapon, and I was the victor.

Today was the start of the rest of my life.