Together they seductively used their female prowess to flirt and lure him into their bed.
His head filled with fantasy. A threesome. He couldn't believe his luck.
His head filled with fantasy. A threesome. He couldn't believe his luck.
They made him buy a bottle of Bollinger champagne and promised to lick it off his chest.
Slowly pulling the lace strings undone with a finger, their cotton shirts fell to the floor.
They helped one another teasingly undress, he shuddered as tingles stimulated his body.
His mind preoccupied as soft sensual hands wandered his torso. He never noticed the rohypnol they slipped into his drink.
Closing his eyes as his pleasure intensified, he didn't see the baseball bat in her hands. His skull cracked and crumbled, causing a massive intracranial hemorrhage. Still alive and semi conscious, he was aware when they wrapped him in plastic. Gasping he asphyxiated.
They drove along the rough country road in silence.
Roger falls was in full flood. Monsoon rains had dropped plenty.
The water roared over the jagged rocks. Swirling and thrashing.
They threw the corpse into the roaring water and watched it float away.
It smashed onto rocks and vanished beneath the foaming white water.
They giggled like silly school girls and sang along to girls just wanna have fun, as they drove back to the city. Blocking and dissociating. A pact made to never speak of what they had done.
Two sisters.
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