The Three 'F's

Chapter 7: More L.A. Life They left the Wolfram and Hart offices with driver’s licenses and credit cards that had their own photos, and versions of the Pearsons’ signatures on them. Adrian also had a pair of California license plates that he would use to replace the Nevada plates on the car, when the time came for them to stop pretending to be William and Amanda Pearson. “What are we going to do now?” asked the Bitch. “First, we’re going to take our new IDs and credit cards, and use them to check into a nice hotel,” said Adrian. “What then?” asked the Bitch. “Then, we go to the hotel that the Pearsons were staying at, and check them out of it.” “Why don’t we just move into their room?” asked the Bitch. “Because someone in that hotel might know what they look like,” said Adrian. “Why risk checking them out at all, then?” “If the hotel notices that they’re not using the room, but never checked out, they might raise an alarm,” said Adrian. “With any luck they messed up the room enough before they went out last night, that housekeeping didn’t notice anything too odd when they cleaned up today, but if they see it hasn’t been used when they go in to clean it again tomorrow, they might start asking questions.” “So, let them ask.” “Listen, you stupid bitch! As soon as anyone starts asking questions about what happened to the Pearsons, these nice new credit cards, that I spent a thousand bucks on, stop being any use to us. In fact, using them will just lead the cops right to us.” “So, we kill the cops.” “That just brings more cops! This way, we live high off the Pearsons’ credit cards for the next week, and pull as much cash out of their bank accounts as we can. When the week’s up, we ditch their cards and we become Adrian Smith, and Harmony Kendall. We live off the cash, until we find some more chumps.” --- The Pearsons did have a nice hotel room. Adrian thought that it was too bad that they couldn’t keep it. The hotel that they had moved themselves into was almost as nice, though, so he didn’t feel too badly about it. They made the room look like it had been used that night by using it. He fucked the Bitch in one of the beds, and when they were done there, he fucked her in the bathtub. After making a thorough mess in the bathroom, they went back and fucked in the other bed. There was no way the cleaning staff would think that the room hadn’t been used. Fuck, they might think that it had played host to an orgy, and they wouldn’t have been far wrong. They packed up all of the Pearsons’ possessions before dawn, and Adrian used the hotel’s express checkout, so they wouldn’t have to stop at the desk. While a few people saw them enter and leave the hotel, they hadn’t had to identify themselves as Mr. and Mrs. Pearson to any of them. --- They spent the next week partying, and dining in some of L.A.’s finer clubs. They would stay out all night, and sleep all day. They only used the Pearsons’ credit cards in the clubs that they partied in. They used cash at any club where they went to get something to eat. Lee Mercer had supplied them with a list of places that catered to the undead. There were even a couple of Goth clubs that let them sample the customers. They could feed off, and fuck the rubes, for free, just so long as they didn’t kill them. The idiots paid for the privilege. It wasn’t as fun as feeding from someone who fought you, and there wasn’t the kill at the end, but they were spared the hassle of disposing of the bodies once they were done. That was one of Adrian’s rules: never kill if you didn’t know what you were going to do with the body. They had to go some place where there was little likelihood of them being found for weeks, and he tried to never dispose of a body the same way twice. If the bodies did turn up, try to make the cops think that they were separate cases. Usually he used the Bitch to lure their prey. She’d pick out a likely looking victim in a club, and invite them to dance. Then she’d invite them to come back to her place. They frequented clubs where she’d have an equal chance of picking up guys and girls. She seemed to be just as good at picking up either sex. She’d lead the chump to an isolated place where Adrian would be waiting. That way, when the cops came looking for the missing person, no one would be able to identify Adrian as being seen with him. If it was a guy, Adrian would sometimes let her fuck him, before they killed him—it turned out that she liked to play with her food almost as much as he did—and he fucked the girls. The credit cards also got a good workout in various shops during the evenings. The Bitch liked to shop, and while they could steal all they wanted late at night, she liked having people wait on her, which meant that she did a lot of her shopping while the stores were open. Adrian was continually amazed at the capacity of the bloodbags to not notice really obvious things, like her lack of a reflection. Adrian had special plans for their last night in Los Angeles. It started out with a trip to Wolfram and Hart, to pick up their new IDs. Lee Mercer gave them a discount on the Bitch’s, since it wasn’t really a manufactured identity. Hers only cost $2,500. Adrian was so happy with that, that he had the Bitch give Mercer a blow job: a bonus for a job well done. He felt that it was important to keep his lawyer happy. They went from Wolfram and Hart’s offices to a club that specialized in pairing up couples who were interested in more than vanilla sex. It was one of the clubs that they had been partying at for the week. They’d been there several times, getting Bill and Mandy, on vacation from Las Vegas Nevada, well known to the other patrons. They had been going there long enough for the club to complete the background check on William and Amanda Pearson, that got them moved to the A list. The Pearsons had clean records, nothing more than a few parking tickets, and a couple for speeding between them. There was one couple that they had gotten to know: Geoff and Diane. The Pearsons’ credit cards had been buying them drinks all week. They’d danced and joked together. The Bitch had even gone down on Geoff once, while Diane watched. Then Geoff had watched while Diane did Adrian. That was one of their things: they liked to watch each other. Bondage was another of their things. They liked to have sex with people who were tied up, and while they were tied up. Now that the Pearsons had the blessing of the club, Adrian planned to take advantage of that. They took Geoff and Diane back to their hotel room at midnight. They smiled when they saw the restraints that were already attached to the beds. Many of the other things that Adrian had gotten in preparation for this night were still hidden away. He had picked up all the restraints, and some of the other things that they’d need, from from an S&M sex shop the night before. Adrian got everyone drinks from the room’s mini-bar. The Bitch took Geoff to one of the beds, and sat him down on it. She started to give him a lap dance, while she slowly removed her clothes. Adrian took Diane to the other bed, and started to undress her, where Geoff could watch them, and Diane could watch Geoff with the Bitch. They soon had both the women naked. “Why don’t you start by tying up Mandy, Geoff,” said Adrian. “I want to watch you do it.” He licked along Diane’s shoulder. “And so does your wife.” It was so delicious, watching Geoff put the Bitch into her restraints. Adrian had Geoff do her first, to take him further off his guard. He soon had her laid out, spread-eagle on the bed. “Oh fuck, that looks great,” said Adrian. “Why don’t you go down on her, while I get Diane here tied up, too.” Diane lay back willingly, and stretched her arms and legs out toward the waiting restraints. “My safe word is ‘Jabberwocky,’” she told him. “Oh yeah,” said Adrian as he fixed one of her wrists to a bedpost. “Mandy’s is ‘Harmony.’ We’re not usually into things where you need them, though. A little bondage.” He finished doing her other wrist, and picked up a dildo off the bedside table. “A few toys. We aren’t into the rough stuff.” He put the dildo back down, and went to work restraining Diane’s ankles. Then he stood up, at the foot of the bed. Geoff had been undressing himself while he’d watched Adrian tie up his wife. He moved in on the Bitch once Adrian was done. Adrian watched him start to eat the Bitch’s pussy while he got himself undressed. She was writhing, and moaning under the ministrations of Geoff’s tongue. “It looks like Mandy likes Geoff eating her,” Adrian told Diane. “Let’s see what I can do for you.” He started to lick his way up along her leg, slowly moving up toward her cunt. He heard the Bitch coming, before he got to Diane’s pussy. Actually he knew she was faking it, he knew what she really sounded like by now, but she was good enough to fool Geoff. He lifted his mouth away from Diane’s thigh and smiled up at her. “Ummm…sounds like Mandy really likes Geoff’s tongue. I wonder what she’ll think of his cock?” “Oh yes!” said the Bitch. “Fuck me, Geoff. Fuck me hard!” Adrian thought she was overplaying it, but Geoff didn’t seem to notice. He was eager to do what she wanted. He already had a condom out, and was starting to put it on. Adrian watched him start to fuck the Bitch, before he turned his attention to Diane’s pussy. It didn’t take long for Geoff to come. He’d never fucked a vampire before, and they had muscles that could squeeze like nobody’s business. Adrian had spent the week teaching the Bitch how to use them. “Oh Mandy, you’re incredible!” he told her. “You’re pretty good too,” she told him. “Now untie me. I want to do you!” Geoff was quick to comply. He released the Bitch, and soon they had swapped positions. The Bitch was soon sitting astride him, and running her hands over his chest. She rubbed her pussy over his soft cock. “Hmm, I guess it’ll take you a while to recover.” Adrian had kept his mouth between Diane’s legs, until he made her come. Now he was ready. He pulled his mouth away from her, and slowly crawled up along her body. He sat astride her, like the Bitch was sitting on Geoff. “Diane, Mandy and I have something special for you and Geoff.” He reached over to the night-stand between the beds, and pulled the drawer open. He and the Bitch reached into the drawer and pulled out identical silk scarves. He caressed Diane’s tits with his, while the Bitch slowly trailed hers along Geoff’s arms and shoulders. Then suddenly, at the same moment, they wadded the scarves into balls, and stuffed them into Diane’s and Geoff’s mouths. Adrian looked down into Diane’s wide, and suddenly fearful eyes. He smiled at her. “Remember when I said we weren’t into the rough stuff?” He let his face change. “Well, I lied.” The next things to come of of the drawer were the leather straps to bind the gags in place. Diane and Geoff were both trying desperately to break free, but Adrian had tested the strength of those restraints himself. There was no way they were getting loose. He started out by giving Diane a nearly straight fuck. He didn’t bite her neck. He bit her shoulder, just getting a taste of her blood to whet his appetite. This was still part of the foreplay, as far as he was concerned. He had set this up so that they could take a long time to kill them. The Bitch was trying to do the same with Geoff, but she wasn’t having as much luck. As much as she ground her pussy against his cock, it was staying soft. Fear for his life could do that to a man. That was one of the reasons why Adrian had gotten the dildo: for the Bitch to play with while he was busy. He had other toys that he planned to to use on Diane. Two hours later, it was over. Geoff and Diane’s bodies were bloody messes on the beds. The bed-sheets were soaked with their blood too. Adrian considered it almost wasteful, that so much of their blood had spilled that way, but he and the Bitch had been eating well for the previous week, so they still got enough blood to keep themselves satisfied. Geoff had died first. The Bitch really didn’t have the patience for this sort of thing. She had gone along with it because Adrian had told her to, and she had enjoyed making Geoff suffer, but she wasn’t into drawing out the pain for as long as possible. She had bit him in ways that made him bleed out too quickly. Diane had died much more slowly. Adrian had never really bitten her. He nibbled. Enough to break her skin, and bleed a trickle of blood that he could lick, but no one wound bled much. He left Diane a couple of times, to go fuck the Bitch. She had been complaining that Geoff wasn’t doing anything for her, and the dildo was really inadequate, so Adrian had lain her across Geoff, while he fucked her ass. Then he’d gone back and fucked Diane’s ass too. By that point both Diane and Geoff were so weakened that there was no need for the restraints. After two hours of feeding and fucking, Diane had passed out, and Adrian couldn’t awaken her again. Fucking her like that wasn’t much better than fucking a corpse, so Adrian finally applied the coup de grace, biting her neck, and sucking her dry. All that was left to do now was clean up. The Bitch was still covered with blood from Geoff, and Adrian was coated with Diane’s. They started out by trying to lick each other clean. That didn’t look like it would really work, so Adrian picked the Bitch up and carried her into the bathroom. They fucked each other in the bathtub. The water was pink when they were done, so they had a shower to finish the job of cleaning themselves off. They were both dressed, and ready to go by 4AM. All their clothes had been packed into the Pearsons’ luggage before they had brought Geoff and Diane back to their room. They were leaving nothing behind except for the two bodies. Adrian was half tempted to stick around, just so he could see the maid’s face when she found them when she came in to clean up in the morning, but that would be well after sunrise, and escaping then would be difficult. They left the hotel without checking out. After taking one last withdrawal from the Pearsons’ accounts, their driver’s licenses and credit cards went into a trash can a couple of miles from the hotel. The same trash can got the Nevada licence plates from the car. They drove away showing the new plates he had bought from Wolfram and Hart. From now on, they’d be travelling as Adrian Smith, and Harmony Kendall. Let the cops track the Pearsons back to Las Vegas. Adrian planned to be in Mexico by the time the cops figured out that someone had stolen the Pearsons’ identities. It was too bad about Josie, though. Maybe he’d look her up when he came back to the country. He still wanted to visit Vegas.