Blood Red

“You were weaving all over the road, for one.” He sighed and shook his head. “I need to see your license and registration, please. Now.”

She sighed and pulled out her purse, digging through layers of debris while he waited. “I’m not drunk, you know.” Her voice had taken on an edge that he found annoying. Now and then he ran across one that got bitchy and that took all the fun out of his evenings. Unfortunately, it was looking like he’d found one with attitude.

“That’s one of the things we’re here to find out, miss.”

Her ID said her name was Veronica Miller. She was nineteen, officially too young to have alcohol on her breath, but he smelled it. “Have you been drinking, Ms. Miller?”

“No. I haven’t been drinking. I don’t drink.” Now she was rolling her eyes, so obviously put out by his daring to question her. Brian clenched his jaw, ready to just lock her in cuffs and get it over with.

“Why don’t you step out of the car?”

“Look, I told you I haven’t been drinking, okay?” There. She was starting to break a bit, putting on the wide eyes as soon as she realized he was serious.

“Just step out of the car, please.”

She climbed out, but very reluctantly. Her big brown eyes were doing the fast blinks that normally meant the water works would be coming soon. She swayed a bit as she stood in front of him; just shy of five and a half feet in height, she was slender and pretty and drunk enough that he would be justified in taking her to the jail for a sobering night. Brian pulled out the Breathalyzer test kit and watched in satisfaction as she got closer to tears.

“Please don’t do this, mister.”

“Just doing my job, Ms. Miller.”

“I mean it. I can’t get another ticket.”

“You were driving while intoxicated. You’re too young to be drinking at all.”

“Are you going to give me a ticket?”

“What other choice do I have?” He let his eyes roam over her body for a moment, knowing he shouldn’t be looking so blatantly. It had to be her idea.

“My dad’s gonna freak out.”

“I can’t help with that. I can’t just let you go. You were weaving all over the road. You might have killed someone.”

“Come on, have a heart, I’m just at the limit.”

“I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them.”

Three minutes later, just when he was thinking he might have to actually book her, she decided to try offering her body instead of getting locked up. Naturally he agreed and they moved into the woods. She was trembling and that made it all the sweeter when he started taking off her clothes, peeling away layers to reveal the beautiful body underneath. She was trembling and whimpering by the time he had her fully disrobed. He wanted her so badly he would have actually paid her for the pleasure, but knowing she was scared of him and what he could do to her made it all that much sweeter.

They kissed for several minutes while he explored her with his hands. She was hesitant to return the favor, but eventually started making life interesting again. Finally he moved into position, savoring the way she looked on all fours. Just as he was preparing to penetrate her, she ran. One second he was moving behind her tight, little ass and ready to get a home run—she shaved, which was a new one for him—and the next, she was up and running, leaving him humping air.

Brian cursed and gave chase, pulling up his pants as he started after the damned fool girl. Now he knew fear, too, because she could ruin him with a word. The accusation was all it took for a girl to cause him troubles, which was why he normally made sure they had at least a few drugs on them.

She was fast, moving with surprising speed and grace for a naked coed. He watched her as she ran, his eyes still taking in the sight of her body as she managed to avoid obstacles that should have had her down in the dirt. In the long run, he was faster. He had more on the line than she did and desperation fueled his pace; all she was risking was being sore in the morning. If he got busted by some little cunt telling people what he’d done, he’d lose what little remained in his life worth having.

The area was already dark, and she was drunk. That didn’t stop her from giving him one hell of a run and didn’t stop him from getting angrier and angrier as they ran through the woods. But as he knew would happen eventually, she slipped and fell, hitting the ground hard and whimpering as he came up on her.

He took her in the mulch and dirt, forcing himself on her and listening to her screams; they were sounds of beauty. Her sweet young face was a beautiful thing to see; dirtied and tear streaked, her eyes looking everywhere but at him until he grabbed her long hair and made her see his face. When he was done, he pulled himself from her and savored her tears.

She was still crying when he got dressed. She was still lying in the carpet of the woods when he pulled out his night stick and cracked her skull open. Just to make sure that he could hide the evidence properly, he used a rock to hide the marks left by his bludgeon.