[darkstalker]

He watches her silently, chewing quietly, the chicken crunching inside his mouth, sauce running down his throat. But his view is focused on the girl before him and not the chicken. She is busy eating her rice and vegetables, taking it delicately. She isn’t even aware how her cleavage is exposed, her round swell of breasts dipping forward giving him a clear view.
He imagines ripping them out, mashing them between his palms, squeezing and biting. The woman looks up at him and smiles. “Enjoying your meal Mark?” she says.
“Wha?” says Mark, snapping out of his days.
“You seem to really be enjoying it,” says Ako, patting her lips with the napkin. “You’re even licking your lips after each bite!” She giggles at this as if she truly finds it funny. Yeah, laugh it up bitch, thinks Mark. Soon you won’t be laughing about anything!
“Your check sir?” says a man in uniform, short cut mustache and trim patch of hair. He looks about fifty, lean and thin. Like a classic waiter and Mark laughs at the idea. The waiter grunts and Mark takes the checkbook, looking over the price and opens his wallet, taking out some bills.
“You’re paying with cash Mark?” says Ako with a bit of surprise.
“Yeah,” says Mark, pulling out a hundred dollar bill. “Keeps me from getting surprises.” In truth it’s because he doesn’t want to leave a paper trail behind. Nothing that can be followed up by the police when they come searching. Getting rid of the car will be priority after this.
“Sounds smart,” says Ako. “You can never be too careful.”
“I’ll say,” he says with a smile, imagining some ropes cutting into the woman’s cheeks, her eyes wide with fear. “Never too careful....”
He looks to the bathroom and says “Excuse me. Lady’s room.”
She nods, getting her purse and things ready. Mark turns away fro her, heading to the bathroom, taking a stall and sits down, pulling out his cell phone. He quickly dials, hearing the rings when Steve’s voice answers.
“Steve? You ready bro?”
“Wires are cut and television’s been smashed, drawers thrown about and any valuables stuffed in the bag along with stuff we really want. We’ll throw the jewelry in some river as we’re driving out. How’s your date going?”
“Pretty good, though my dick’s all ready to explode.”
“Good. Chris is bitching about us cancelling his football game early. So the earlier you get here the better.”
“The Lions vs the Broncos? Forgot that was today. Would’ve set this pick up for tomorrow if I’d realized what day it was.”
“Oh for crying out loud!” he hears Steve yell and clicks the phone. Mark smiles, a large grin splitting his face. He’s lying of course, but sometimes it’s fun to tease the old man. Now for “Annie.”
He exits the bathroom, smiling at Ako who waits patiently at the door. “Alright. Shall we leave then?”
She smiles, taking his arm into hers, pressing her body close to his, her breasts squeezing against his arm, head resting against his shoulder as she lets out a dreamy sigh. He stares, looking at her cleavage and hardening nipples, wanting nothing more to fuck her right then and there. But not yet. He smiles, taking a step forward. Everything in it’s proper course and due time....

*****

The Ford pulls into the drive way and Mark holds his hands on the steering wheel. “Alright, here is our stop,” he says, drumming his fingers along the handle. His energy is high and he’s trying to avoid doing anything too early, in front of too many eyes with too many potential problems. Fortunately Ako hasn’t noticed his nervousness, he thinks.
“Thank you,” says Ako sweetly, leaning forward and kissing him on the mouth, lingering on his lower lip for a bit, her eyes wanting. He looks towards her, his hands wanting to go up and rip her dress down from her chest, but he resist the urge, just barely. He forces a grin on his face, trying to keep his eyes on her eyes, but always lingering on that swell of her chest so exposed by the angle of which she leans.
“It was a wonderful evening,” she says, unknowing of Mark’s true intent.
“Yeah,” he says.
“I’ll be seeing you tomorrow? Call me.” She makes the motion of a phone with her hand and he nods.
“Yeah.” She smiles, leaning forward and kisses him chastely on the cheek.
“Bye then,” and she walks out of the door, straightening her dress, unaware how Mark keeps his eyes on her hips, watching them intensely, her dress riding up her hips. How he wishes he could go over and bend the bitch over throwing her dress over those hips so he could look at her ass. He licks his upper lip and smiles, drumming his hands on the wheel, watching her. As the door to her house opens he opens his own door, stepping out as she unlocks the door and stops suddenly. She’s seen them and now it’s time to move in and make his move.

Ako looks towards Mark who waves at her from his car. She smiles quietly and waves back. She did enjoy the date, but... how he’d kept staring at her legs and almost always kept his eyes on her chest, it unsettled her. She shivers, rubbing her arms and hopes it’s simply the cold. She tries to push away any black thoughts she has about Mark. He’s a nice guy, she should give him a chance. Plus, she bends down, blushing inwardly. She was almost to the point of allowing him to have sex with her. Maybe she had too many drinks herself. She gives him one final glance before fishing for her keys.
As she looks in her purse for the keys she sees a movement along the window. She squints her eyes but sees nothing more. It’s probably one of the neighbor’s cats who got in through the back window or door. Nothing to worry about. She’ll just shoo it out when she gets inside.
She unlocks the door with a click, surprised there seemed to be no resistance. Like it was unlocked already? The door swings open easily and she steps inside, hearing a crunching under her heels, feeling something hard underneath. The substance looks like glass, shining against the outside lamps and there’s a box flipped over not two feet away from her. Worried, she turns on the light, seeing three men seated on her couch.
The oldest looks towards her, patting the two duffel bags he has, his eyes narrowed as he looks at her from under his baseball cap. “Good evening. Were wondering when you’d show up. Can’t start the party without the cake!”
She turns around quickly, hoping she can catch Mark before he drives off as the other two men are rising from the seat. Her shoulder slams into Mark and she has never been so happy to see him.
She bear hugs him, the tears already flowing from her face. “Mark!” she screams. “Help, these men are...”
He grabs her arm, pulling it hard. “Mark,” she screams as his hand tightens on her wrist, pulling it up over her head. “You’re hurting me!”
He pulls her close, a dark grin crossing his lips, a malice in his eye and for once, Ako feels an intense fear. “Mark?”
He kisses her roughly, his tongue invading hers. His hand is in her hair, yanking at it roughly and she winces, beating her free hand against him, trying to scream. But he is so powerful and he’s pressed her close against his body, her breasts rubbing uncomfortably against his chest. His once gentle kiss is invasive, demanding and brutal. He pulls away from her suddenly, and stares at her darkly as he holds her.
“These are my friends bitch,” he says, and his fist slams into her stomach with brutal force. “So behave!”
She doubles over, coughing, drool and spittle coming out her lips and running over her chin. She turns, looking for an escape away from this when the black man is before her, and then his fist slams against her face, her world going black as her head hits the carpeted floor.

“That’s what you get bitch, for disrespecting me!” says Chris, tugging at his jacket and closing it quickly. “Brrrr... chilly here.”
“Thought you weren’t interested in this,” says Steve, picking up the two duffel bags with the toys they’ve picked up.
“Just thought the hoe needed to learn some respect for a brother. That’s all,” says Chris.
“Whatever,” says Mark, looking down at the crumpled form of the woman at his feet, her dress riding up her shapely thighs. He holds back on simply jerking her dress up now and fucking her while she’s unconscious, with the door open he reminds himself. Where anyone can see. No. They need to get somewhere more... private. He smiles and shoves his hands into his pockets, feeling his member tenting in his pants. “Just get her into the van. I’ll follow. And no funny business until we get there.”
“No probs man,” says Chris. “We know her pussy is yours.” But Chris is staring at Ako’s crumpled body, tongue running over his lips and Mark points a finger.
“It’s cool. It’s cool,” says his friend, holding out his hands, palms open. “Just looking at our toy and loving the idea of dipping my black cock into her tight pussy. Think she’s had black meat before?”
“Cool it and get her in the van,” hisses Mark, his temper rising, more because of having had to hold back so long then at Chris’ comment.
“Yeah, whatever,” says the black man, his hands going under Ako’s pits as he picks the slumped woman up off the floor. “Yo James! Come help a brother out.”
“What,” says James, laughing. “Big black man need help from a white boy to carry a girl?”
“Shut up nigger and help me with this bitch. She’s heavier then she looks.”
Mark shakes his head, leaving the collection of Ako’s slumped body to the men. Steve walks by him, giving him a hard look, and nods. Mark takes one last glance of the men picking Ako up and heads back to the car, opening the door and looking to Ako’s seat, seeing the flowers still there. She’d forgotten the flowers. She’d fucking forgotten the flowers he bought her! He slams the door shut with a thud, watching as they load the girl’s limp form into the van, climbing in with her. The door shuts with an audible snap and Mark starts the engine, hearing it roar to life angrily.
The bitch will pay. She’ll seriously pay.

******

“Key on the counter,” says the man.
“No probs,” says Mark, his penis already tenting up against his pants. He knows Ako is in the van, maybe starting to stir, and dropping off the vehicle like this is really grating since he just wants to get in between Ako’s legs and bang the shit out of her pussy already. But he calms himself. Everything is better when you wait, so his mother used to say, and he’s waited more then twenty years now. A few more minutes won’t make much of a difference.
“The keys Mr. Zimmerman?” says the man flatly. His lips are puffing out and he looks frog eyed and bored.
“Oh, sorry,” says Mark, fishing out the keys and slapping them on the table. “Here you are.”
The man quietly takes the keys and begins typing rapidly on his keyboard. “Thank you. The bill will appear in your cycle within the next month Mr. Zimmerman. Thank you for using West Central.”
The tone is flat, emotionless. Mark has no doubt the man couldn’t care less wether he liked the use of the car or not. It’s simply a job. He grunts and nods. Best not to get this guy’s senses on alert. He walks out calmly, taking a walk down the block until he finds the van stationed, idling lazily behind the gas station, where they’d agreed to keep it.
“C’mon! C’mon!” says Chris, waving frantically. “We gotta’ go!”
“What?” says Mark, his eyes going wide. “Is she waking up?” He rushes to the van, sliding the door open quickly.
“No, you cum bucket,” snarls Steve. “Just Chris yammering away that he wants at the gook already. Sorry excuse for a man if I ever saw one. First he says no, he doesn’t want to get in trouble and now he wants to do her right here. Fucking git.”
Mark smiles. That’s Chris alright. Always ready to go after a gentle nudging.
He jumps into the vehicle, the machine rumbling to life as it starts down the dark streets. He looks towards Ako, smiling, running his hand slowly down her cheek. What a beautiful woman she is, he thinks. If only he didn’t have to force her to do this.... if only...