MYRICK
How can anybody sit here and say that Whataburger’s hamburgers are only good when you’re drunk? I’m going to have to call bull-shit on that one. They, by far, have the best burgers in Tallahassee, especially this one in midtown. All I thought about when I was locked up was a triple-meat, triple-cheese bacon burger with all the trimmings with thick sliced jalapenos. Next to Shariece, there are three things I can’t live without in this fucked up-ass world: sex, ranch dressing and jalapenos. I’m probably the only man on the planet who eats them with ice cream. I’ll eat a whole jar of them in one sitting. Fuck heartburn. When I die, I want to be buried with a jar of jalapenos tucked under my arm in the casket. Figure I’m going somewhere hot anyway, so I might as well snack on something on the trip there.
I usually watch what I eat, but tonight, I didn’t give two opossum shits about high cholesterol or the extra onions I had them slap on my burger. I would end up with stank breath, yeah, but shit, that’s what orange-flavored Altoids are for. I was finishing up the rest of my shoestring French fries when some college-aged kids from the bars across the street began filing in. I looked at the clock that hung on the wall above the grill in the kitchen. It read, 1:50. The bars and nearby clubs were letting out. I almost forgot how crazy the midtown Whataburger gets between 1:30 and 2 a.m.
“All right, everybody, get your game faces on,” Dalton, the assistant manager, yelled from the kitchen. I could tell they were college brats judging from the sun-bleached look they had about them like they had been sun-bathing on the beach all day. It must be nice to have nothing better to do, I thought. They were white kids mostly from Florida State, I gathered. There were a few black kids peppered in, all of them loud and disruptive, trampling in like wild zoo animals. Many had bloodshot eyes from all the drunken pomp and circumstance. Completely drunk off their spoiled asses. Some could barely stand, they were so sloshed. I took a sip from my cup of root beer when I zeroed in on this one black girl. She had a plump, apple-bottom ass wearing a red low-cut top that barely held in her double-D titties. She wore glasses making her look bookish and smart. Pre-med, I bet. No, pre-law, I thought. Because of her bifocals, she wasn’t so to where she would be stiffening the dicks of frat boys, but once you looked past the bottle caps, she had pretty, light-brown eyes, a kind of honey-brown almost. My dick hardened as I gawked at her tight ass in the pair of low-cut jeans. I was so mesmerized by her ass that I didn’t realize she had caught me staring. I looked off out of the window into the parking lot as I sipped on soda. I could see from the window’s reflection at her staring back at me, smiling flirtatiously. She ordered her food and sat in the booth seat in front of the counter as she waited for her food. I thought about going over and introducing myself to the young honey, but I didn’t want to freak the girl out.
The fast-food lobby soon brimmed with drunk, fucked-up students until a line of them began to form outside into the parking lot. It didn’t take long for them to whip up her food. I stared down into wax paper and empty spicy ketchup condiments as she sauntered past me, leaving a faint scent of her perfume to comingle with the rancid smell of meat and grease. I watched from the window at her walk down Thomasville Road that glowed from the neon peach illumination the street lights gave off. I gave her a good ten minutes, trashed the paper from all that was left from the burger and fries I ate and went after her. “Time for dessert,” I said, as I tossed my empty cup of root beer into a nearby trashcan. That big booty of hers was switching and bouncing as she strutted down the street. I can see how some would mistake her for a hooker, but shit, hoes ain’t that fine on their best days. I eased my SUV alongside shorty, and let my window down. “How you doin’?” I startled her coming out of nowhere like I did. “My bad, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You almost gave me a heart attack,” she said, holding her hand up to her chest.
“I saw you walking and I was wondering if you would like a ride?”
She looked into the SUV to see if she knew me. I could tell she had her reservations. “Um . . . no, I’m good. I don’t live that far from here.” She smiled.
“Come on now, are you sure? It’s late, it’s dark, and it’s way too hot out here tonight for anyone to be walking, especially in those heels.”
I could see contemplation in her cute and chubby face. She was the cautious type who said her prayers every night, who curled up with her teddy bear even though she was a grown woman—yeah, one of these daddy’s girl kind of bitches.
“Think how many foot blisters I could save you from right now.” When I cut her a smile, I could sense the reservations she had about me crumbling.
“Well, it is pretty late,” she said.
“Good girl, hop in,” I said as I pushed open the passenger side door. With her bag of greasy fast-food in tow, she got in.
“I’m Myrick, by the way.”
“Deanne.”
“Nice to meet you, Deanne. That’s a pretty name.”
“Thank you.”
“So where to?” I asked, as I pulled off.
“I live on Meridian Road, not far from the mall.”
“Cool. I think I’m familiar with the area.”
She smelled so sweet, looked as pure as the driven fucking snow. My dick was throbbing like a percussion drum in my jeans. I was going to have fun with this one.
“So all those people back there, was there some kind of concert in town or something?”
“Oh no.” She smiled, displaying a set of pretty white teeth. “The Seminoles beat the Miami Hurricanes 31 to 14, so in true college town form, everybody went and got drunk tonight.”
“Oh, okay, that explains it. I don’t really follow college football, but I’m glad the Seminoles won.”
“Yeah, I think people would have partied even if they hadn’t have won. Any excuse around here to drink.”
“That’s true. Partying is like a prerequisite at FSU.”
“They don’t call it the number one party school for nothing.”
“So I gather you’re a student there?”
“I am. A junior.”
“Nice. What’s your major?”
“Pre-law.”
I knew it. I guessed right.
“That’s great. You want to be a lawyer.” That’s all the world needs.
“Oh yeah. I come from a long line of lawyers. My mom’s a lawyer, my dad’s a court judge, and I have a brother in law school.”
“Keepin’ it in the family, I see.”
“In the blood, I guess. Make a left here at the light.”
“I can see you as a lawyer.”
“You think so?”
“Absolutely. You seem like a smart girl, intelligent, well-spoken, good head on your shoulders.”
“Well, tell that to my parents. I get a B in a class and they make a federal case out of it.”
“I’m sure they’re proud of you.”
“They put so much pressure on me. I have to succeed at all costs, no matter what. Do you know my dad calls the school to have a copy of my grades sent to Tennessee?”
“Is that where you’re from?”
“Yeah. I wanted to go to school in New York, but uh-uh, they wouldn’t hear of that. I had to go to FSU; I had to study pre-law. It’s like they have to control every single piece of my life. I would love to see the look on my dad’s face if he ever caught me drinking in a sports bar. He would have shit a car probably.” Deanne laughed at the thought.
“That’s messed up that your parents are so hard on you.”
“They claim that they love me and want the best for me. That’s bullshit. They want to control me. Funny thing is, I don’t even want to be a lawyer. I really want to be a nurse. My cousin is studying nursing at FAMU and she loves it.”
“So study nursing,” I said, staring at her breasts when I knew she didn’t notice.
“My folks would have a conniption. Daddy would probably stop paying for me to go to school.”
“If that’s your dream, baby girl, you should pursue it. Life is too short not to do what you love.”
“You know what, I’m sorry for laying all this on you. You don’t even know me and here I am going on about my dominating parents.”
“No, it’s fine, really. I feel ya. I mean, if you ask me, you are way too pretty not to do what you want in life.”
Deanne smiled again, showing those pretty teeth. “Thank you.”
“So how um . . . does your boyfriend feel about all of this?”
“Oh God, I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Now that’s a damn shame. Someone as beautiful as you don’t have a man waiting up for her?”
“No, no boyfriend. Too busy for all that.”
“That’s too bad. Any man would be lucky to have a fine girl like you on his arm.”
“Turn here. It’s the brick house on the left.”
I pushed my SUV in front of her place. I didn’t see any cars parked in the driveway, so I figured she lived alone; being that she had fancy, rich-ass lawyer parents, she probably had the place to herself.
“Well, thank you for the ride. What did you say your name was again?”
“Myrick.”
“Thank you, Myrick.”
I watched Deanne walk up to her front door, my high beams shining bright on that apple-bottom booty of hers. She waved goodnight as she made her way inside. I was familiar with the area; my old dentist office was located two blocks down from her crib. I parked into the lot of some old abandoned office spaces. It was dark and quiet. I looked around to make sure no was around: cops, late-night joggers, old bitches walking their dogs. I opened the door in back where my gym bag sat idle on the floor. I took out a pair of black gloves and worked each hand, each finger one after the other into the leather. I pushed my lock pick down in the back-right pocket of my jeans and a small bottle of chloroform in the back left. I snuck past driveways and backyards until I got to Deanne’s apartment. I watched her undress from her bedroom window. I heard water running from the bathroom. My dick budged as she peeled jeans down around her booty and thighs like they were a second skin. Her titties bounced free when she released them from the cocoon of black nylon and lace. Deanne had a kind of hourglass shape. “Damn, you a fine-ass bitch.” I pulled at my crotch in an attempt to make room for the growing muscle that was getting harder in my jeans by the second. I watched her until she disappeared out of sight into the bathroom in her bedroom. I made my way around to the rear of the house. I forked my pick lock out of my pocket and jimmied the lock open to the back door. In less than a minute, I was in. Her apartment felt warm and lived in. The greasy bag of food sat next to her purse and house keys. I could hear her humming in the bathroom as I cautiously made my way down the hall that led to her bedroom. I took her black panties, held them up to my face and took a deep whiff of the juices that soiled the nylon fabric.
A body of steam spirited out when I nudged the bathroom door open. I could barely make her out through the shower curtain that blurred her naked hourglass body. The minute I threw back the curtain, Deanne turned to me and screamed, but that stopped as soon as I punched her in the face. She stumbled back against the wall of the shower, sliding down unconsciously into the floor of the bathtub. She was knocked out cold. Blood trickled from her nose. I dropped to my knees, pushed her thighs apart and gently shoved my middle finger inside Deanne’s pussy that was grown with a nest of black hair. “You like that, bitch, you like that?” I kept saying as I thrust my middle digit inside her cunt. “Filthy bitch.” I took her by the arms and dragged her out of the shower back to her bedroom where I folded her over the bed. I took the box cutter and slashed her across the throat with it. Pools of blood soaked the bed sheets and mattress. I set the blade on one of the nightstands nearby before I undid my jeans, took my dick out that was rock-hard by now and started jacking off as I watched Deanne bleed. It turned me on even more to see the life drain out of her. I took a rubber from my front pocket and tore it open with my teeth. I grew frustrated in the attempt to roll it on with the gloves on my hands, so I pulled them off. I turned her over on her belly to expose her ass. I pushed my jeans and drawers down around my ankles and lay on top of her. I aimed my dick between the plump, mahogany-brown cheeks of her ass and pushed.
“Damn, girl, you tight.”
The smell of blood thickened in the air as I fucked her, pressing her face into the pillows. I imagined it was Shariece I was fucking. “You like that, you dirty bitch; you like that dick up your ass, whore? This is what you get for leaving me.” I thrust until I came inside the rubber, up Deanne’s ass. I eased off of her, careful about getting any of her blood on me. I quickly got dressed as I watched the bed turn red with Deanne’s blood. I went to the bathroom, pulled off the rubber with my spunk inside it, rolled it up in some tissue and rammed it down into my jean pocket, making sure to burn it later. A sweat-drenched face stared back at me when I looked at myself in Deanne’s bathroom mirror. I put my gloves back on and made damn sure I didn’t leave any fingerprints behind. When I got home, I scrubbed my skin damn-near raw with bleach. I took the tissue paper with the rubber inside it and burned it in the sink. You can never be too careful.