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Date Posted: 22:21:21 03/11/01 Sun
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Jackie leaned closer to the mirror tracing the line of her ruby painted lips with a maroon lip liner pencil. "It's just like riding a bike" she told herself.
She loved the way the look made her feel. The way her dark eyes could captivate. The way her shining black hair framed her handsome face. Her scarlet lips so pouty and full. Makeup seemed to work miracles and just the simple act of painting her face made her feel seductive and desirable.
"You've still got it babe" She winked at the image staring back at her and just sat for a minute scrutinizing herself. "It's been way too long".
Jackie had to laugh when she thought back to what brought this all about..
It'd been just a couple days before when she was complaining to her best friend Lori "It seems like a cliché, I mean this the kind of shit you always expect to happen to someone else." Jackie surprised herself she would confess any of this, even to her best friend. "When Aaron and I first got together we were doin it at least twice a day. Now I'm lucky if he doesn't say good morning without a scowl. I never thought I'd ever be the one crying about how the romance is gone."
Lori laughed "What the hell makes you special? Hey what the hell, if you've been together a couple years if you haven't killed each other you're doing good".
"Yeah well we were supposed to be different." Her statement dripped with sarcasm, but then more seriously "We're comfortable together but there's gotta be more, I mean damn we've only been married seven years and we ain't got any kids, and we're not going at this pace".
"Seven years" Jackie thought to herself. "That's not all that long."
She was twenty when she and Aaron got married. He was ten years older but they were too much in love. She'd had relationships before where she thought she was in love, but nothing compared to the way Aaron made her feel, how it felt when he looked at her, how she would lose her breath at his slightest touch, how every word and every smile could turn her inside out. "What changed in seven frikken years?"
Lately the only times they ever went out was to the steakhouse or some other function having to do with his job, and then she was always stuck with "The wives". Jackie couldn't take those witless house whores. They bored her senseless with their mindless drivel, mostly about kids and schools. She liked to call them "the mini van brigade". She knew she could never fit in as long as she didn't have kids of her own. They looked at her different, they treated her different, but she and Aaron had to make their showing and it was her job to tolerate the cows.
When it came to kids Aaron wanted to wait. She was only twenty-seven and she still had plenty of time. But time for what? Her job at the Penny's didn't offer a lot of career opportunity or satisfaction. If they weren't going to do things together, live their lives together then she was just wasting her time. His job is his life and the cliché was really starting to wear on her.
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"So what you're looking for is a spark huh?" she heard Lori saying, bringing her back from her momentary trance. "I've got just the thing", Lori continued, smiling.
"What, have you been reading that 'save your marriage' crap in cosmo again?" Jackie chided "You're not even married, you ain't even got anyone in tow." Jackie laughed out loud, Lori could be a pain but she always had a good heart.
"This isn't about me dear" Lori said giving Jackie her best 'go to hell' look. "Do you want to hear this or not?"
"Whatever!" Jackie teased.
"I'm sure you've heard this scenario before, you go to a bar all dressed up sexy... and he comes in a little later and act's like he's a stranger, and picks you up like some common slut." Lori said with a chuckle.
Jackie had to laugh "Yeah right, Aaron? He'd never go for that." Jackie paused, the idea sounded stupid but for some reason she found it intriguing, "but I'm ready to try just about anything, this damn house is gonna drive me nuts!"
Jackie didn't take the suggestion serious at all, she knew her husband and he'd just dismiss it as some female plot to overthrow civilization. He was great at blaming everything on some conspiracy theory. He used to be easy going and fun but now they rarely talked about anything and he never seemed to laugh anymore, he sat night after night in front of the TV, drinking beer and his mind lost on sports center, This wasn't the life she signed on for.
It was a few days later and she was feeling a bit playful she brought up the idea to Aaron while he was reading the morning paper.. She was floored when he set the paper down, looked at her with an unexpected seriousness and then asked with some amount of curiosity "I pretend I'm a stranger and hit on you, but you'd know it was me, how does that work?" His face skewed in a quizzical look mixed with a degree of amusement. She really couldn't tell if he was making fun of her or not.
"I know" Jackie shot back, surprised he was interested at all, "But it's just make believe, play acting, it might be fun, and besides, we never hung out in any bars... and I've never been picked up before". she winked and gave him a coy smile.
She almost sprayed a mouthful of coffee all across the kitchen when he picked up his hat and on the way out the door said "yeah, that might be cool. I'll think about it.
And here it was, Saturday night and they were really going through with it. She felt like a virgin on her wedding night. She stood in front of the mirror for what seemed like forever, twisted this way and that, turning sideways to gaze at the slope of her breasts, her flat stomach, the gentle curve of her ass. She ran her hands down her hips to straighten the sleek black dress.
She'd bought this dress five years ago on clearance from Penny's where she worked hoping someday they might go out dancing or a romantic dinner. It fit her better now then it did the day she fell in love with the dress, and when it went on sale she bought it before they even opened the doors to the customers. She could never have dreamed it would be five years before she had any real chance to wear it. But now she was glad she bought it, the same dress now would be three times as much and it fit her perfectly, not only her body but her attitude. So sexy, so sensual, almost erotic, and the best thing is he'd never seen it before. "If I were a guy I'd do me in a heartbeat." she told herself confidently.
She heard the car horn sound from the drive, grabbed her wrap and her handbag and hurried out the door. She had to giggle to herself when she saw the yellow taxi waiting for her. "My pumpkin to take me to The Ball," she got into the cab and told the driver. "Take me to the County Line."
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A martini sounded good, Jackie had never had one before but it seemed the sophisticated people on tv and in movies were always ordering a martini. The bartender just stood there with an 'I've got all day' look on his face. Jackie wasn't used to this at all. The atmosphere was totally foreign to her. She wanted to, at the very least, seem like she knew what she was doing but it was already apparent she was out of her element. She wondered if it was like this every night or if this was just a weekend thing. Now she just felt plain ignorant and deprived in some way. Her life suddenly felt bland in retrospect.
The County Line was a throwback roadhouse type joint out on route 2. It was just as the name implied, on the county line. A good 5 miles from town, only a few run down gas stations and a once modern motel were left of what used to be an active lifeline of commerce. At one time traffic was fairly heavy out this way, but that was before they built the by-pass. Now everything was pretty run down and the County Line was just a poorly lit, nondescript drinking establishment where good ole boys and those who have the need to be discreet hung out. They still had live music and a pretty ruckus crowd on weekends but this place had deffinately seen better days.
Finally she blurted out "Vodka martini with a pearl onion." She had no idea where she'd got that but it did sound sophisticated, She was sure she would hate it but she told herself "Image is everything."
She made her way to a table just off the dance floor. She felt a bit overdressed judging by the blue collar butt-crack crowd by the pool tables but reassured herself it was for a good cause... and besides with the way she was turning heads she knew she looked hot. One weathered looking older guy leaning on his cue stick winked at her. She looked straight at him undaunted and said, "You'd love to get a piece of this wouldn't you?" turning slightly to the side where he could get a view of her shapely ass. He took a long slow draw off the long neck in his hand, "Anytime you need a man." he said with a sigh and a half smile.
They both just laughed and he returned to his pool game.
She thought it would be a good idea to sit down before she got herself in trouble. This was fun, she felt excited and alive. The music was loud, the sound had feel, the driving bass and the concusive kick drum made her want to dance. There were a few couples on the dance floor doing what she guessed was a two step but had no way of knowing since dancing was something her and Aaron never did. She couldn't help but feel she'd been missing something, and in a way, she couldn't shake the feeling it was Aaron's fault, but for now this band was good and damn, that drummer was cute.
A cowboy who smelled like he should have taken a shower before he went out tonight bent down till they were face to face, "wanna dance honey?" he muttered. The smell of tobacco and the brown stained mustache and teeth made here pull away. "Maybe next dance, I'm waitin for a friend." She hoped he got the idea. He straightened himself up and said "I'll be countin on it hon," and shuffled away.
That's when she saw him. He was toward the back looking straight at her. She knew it was Aaron but he looked like a stranger. She'd never seen him in clothes like these. All dudded up like a cowboy, not the drugstore cowboy dress up kind of clothes, He looked authentic, like he was born to it. Rugged, rough and tumble His whole demeanor had changed. Just standing there he had an aura of smooth. He was deliberate and confident. When he saw that she'd noticed him he smiled out of one side of his mouth and began to amble toward her.
"What's your name sweetheart?" he asked.
"Wow, this is too real" she thought to herself and then replied shyly "Jackie, and yours?"
"Aaron" he said self assuredly "Anyone sitting here?"
"There is now" she replied as she motioned for him to sit down.
Everything suddenly became magical, This wasn't her husband, this guy was cool, funny, intelligent. He was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He possessed a suave sophistication but was rugged, strong and as handsome as any man she'd ever seen. If this meeting hadn't been previously arranged she doubted she would even recognize him. It was like dual personalities, She'd never seen him carry himself this way... and she liked this guy, this guy could have her any way he wanted her. "What the hell, just go for it babe" she told herself and finally just surrendered to the whole thing. She still couldn't shake the feeling that she was cheating on her husband, but that just added to the excitement.
When He took her on the dance floor she felt like a marionette, he guided her and together they flowed. the music surrounded them, swirling, frenetic, arousing, tumultuous. This comely gentleman was showing her something she'd only ever dreamed.. She was falling for this stranger, She felt like Cinderella but in another way she felt cheated. Why all those years with a drab, boring man when there is romance like this out there to be had. Why were they wasting their lives on television and workaday bullshit when with just a little effort they could have this. The man that held her now was strong and in control. She knew she would have no trouble giving herself to him, completely, because this was a man who knew what passion was. He lit a fire and now she was burning in his arms.
The more she drank the less intoxicated she felt. She told herself "Once I get my husband back I'm going to tell him a thing or... wait, I don't want him back, I'll take what I have right now." and she smiled with a deep satisfaction
They laughed and danced and drank and laughed until suddenly he leaned to her and in a hushed voice asked "Are you ready to get out of here?"
Her heart stopped for a second and she could barely force out the words "Yes" and without another sound they walked out the door. When he opened the door to a car she didn't recognize she thought "Wow, he's taken care of every detail."
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The drive to the motel was a blur, to say she was preoccupied was an understatement. She couldn't take here eyes off him. His eyes were so mysterious. His smile was captivating. The way he talked made her tingle. She was moist and randy in a way she'd never felt before.
When they walked into the room the first thing she noticed was the bottle of champaign chilling.
"So you thought you might get lucky tonight?"
"I had a pretty good feeling about it" he answered matter of factly.
"I think your chances are increasing by the minute" she returned with a seductive glance.
Aaron reached out and pulled her to him, she almost gasped at the feel of his solid arms and chest. He began to sway as if slow dancing, but there was no music. just the rhythmic pounding of her heart. She followed willingly and suddenly he kissed her. She could fill pages and never be able to describe that one kiss. Potent but tender. Strong but wielding. Her head was spinning with vertigo, she felt that if he let go she would fall, spiraling down into an abyss. Her knees were so weak she was just glad he held her the way he did.
He moved toward the bed and laid her on her back. His weight on top of her, he pressed her against the bed. His hands each holding one wrist and pinned her tightly never letting go the kiss. Still fully dressed she was amazed as she gasped with an instant orgasm washing over her like a warm shower. "Oh god this can't be real" she told herself and in another thought "When I see Lori I'm going to have to thank that girl."
Aaron suddenly stood lifted her with him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck while engaged in a long deep kisss she could feel at depths she didn't know she possesed. He slowly unclasped her dress, gently set her feet to the floor and pulled the straps across her shoulders and let the garment slip to the floor. She stepped from the heap of black silk and began to unbutton his shirt, scripted like a movie, written like a great romance they undressed each other and he lay her back on the bed. His touch was a fire burning with his masculinity. She responded with shudders of delight. She rolled him over and climbed on top of him, guiding him into her. It felt almost as if she'd never made love before. Her mind white hot with lust as she felt him enter her. Her hips grinding against him, her hands firm on his solid chest. His hands gliding across her back with the rhythm of her movements. His mouth on her breast sending electricity through her that just stimulated her more and more.
Her voice raspy she began moaning loudly and uncharacteristically started shouting, "Fuck me, fuck me. oh god, just fuck me!"
He turned her onto her back and with long powerful strokes started pushing himself deeper and deeper into her. She felt her body tensing. Molten lava rising to the surface, building, building. She was so far gone she couldn't even hear her own pleading moaning. Suddenly powerful fingers clasped around her throat, crushing her windpipe, She looked up in horror, His eyes were wild, his smile turned wicked. She tried to struggle but no way could she fight against a man so strong.. She was aware he was still inside her, pounding frantically against her hips. Her lungs burning from lack of air. Her mind reeling, losing consciousness. her body trembling wildly and she felt cold, cold and despair. The scene of her lover turned murderer faded from site and all feeling lost. Just one last sensation of his burning ejaculation into her dying womb.
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"It's the same M.O. as all the others" Detective Anderson said to his partner
"Think it could be a copycat Jim?" His partner Stan asked.
"Not likely, not with this amount of similarity" Jim returned.
"That makes five, I guess we can officially say we've got a serial killer on our hands." Stan went on, "How many times have you secretly wished you'd get to investigate one of these. Too bad for her though." He looked down at the victim ruefully.
"This guy is good" Jim said in admiration. "He didn't leave anything behind that can help us, except a semen sample, but you've got to at least have a suspect for that to do you any good."
"Lori just got back, she took a squad car down to the County Line." Jim continued," The Bartender said he definitely remembers seeing her, We've got a good description of the guy she left with, could be the same guy that did the others but the description sounds like it could be just about anybody. He also said he didn't think they knew each other before tonight, she came in alone and it looked like she was going to be leaving with somebody, or anybody. He said it didn't look like it mattered all that much to her." "I wonder what she was doing there, I never would have figured her..."
"Hey Aaron," Stan interrupted as the Sheriff walked into the room." I already called the FBI, I think we'd better get them in on this."
Aaron gave him a hard look and in a low voice he said, "Call em back and tell them not to bother, we don't need no fucking FBI, I'm the Sheriff here and I'm going to catch the bastard who did this."
"But Sir, she's your wife, you can't investigate this, you're too damn close" Jim argued.
"Yeah," Lori agreed. "You shouldn't even be here now Sir, we can handle this."
"That's right, she's my wife, that makes it personal!"
No one dared argue.
Aaron and Lori exchanged one glance and went on about the business of collecting evidence.
END
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