Chapter One-Hundred Three: Pink Top Beach Strangler

Chapter 103

Pink Top Beach Strangler

That evening, a blue Nissan Skyline pulled up to a luxurious walnut wood mansion with white brick decorations and small square windows.

The two extensions extend into a covered patio reaching to the end of that side of the house.

The roof was low, triangular, and layered, and is covered with stone slabs. One large chimney poked out of the center of the roof. A few round, small windows let in enough light to the rooms below the roof.

A gorgeous garden surrounded the mansion, including various trees, bushes, flowers, and a large pond.

Inside the Nissan Skyline, there was an attractive young Asian man with feathered teal hair and wearing a black American-cut suit, a white shirt with the buttons undone to expose his chest, and black loafers. He checked himself out in the rearview mirror. He then got out of his car and headed toward the house.

~

The young man was making out passionately with a man who was obscured by shadows. The man turned the young man around as he began fiddling with his belt. The young man chuckled and helped him, and then suddenly, the other man’s large hand clasped over his mouth, and he knocked him out.

~

The young man sat in a daze in an office chair. His wrists and ankles were bound with duct tape, and he had duct tape over his mouth. The other man was snapping pictures and panting heavily. The young man began to weep.

Mystery Man: “Shall we dance?”

He asked in a raspy voice. The young man was spun around in the office chair as he sobbed. The mystery man picked him up, holding him close and whispering in his ear.

Mystery Man: “Shut up…”

The young man continued to sob through his gag. The mystery man locked his gaze on his young prey.

Mystery Man: “Shut up…”

He whispered hoarsely and kissed him. As he held him close, the young man’s sheer dress socks were torn, and blood dripped down his feet, smearing on the floor as he danced with him.

~

The next morning, the young man’s corpse was found at the train station, along with pictures of him being tortured before he was killed. The police had the area taped off. Officer Ass and Officer Taint stared at the corpse.

Officer Ass: “Well, I don’t know who did this but we’ll find the killer… after our donut break.”

He nodded.

~

Tristan was in Percy’s dungeon, his bare feet locked in stocks and his wrists secured above his head. He wore a white pressed shirt, a dark gray tie, and black trousers. Percy zipped before him, massaging Tristan’s slender soles. Tristan winced and bared his teeth.

Tristan: “STOP THAT!”

He hissed through clenched teeth. He tried to use his ice powers but was shocked.

Percy: “Don’t do that, darling. You’ll hurt yourself!”

He chuckled. He ran his forefingers up and down Tristan’s soles. Tristan jerked and laughed.

Tristan: “HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Percy: “Anyway, my ice prince, it’s not I who wishes to tickle you…”

He purred and tickled under his chin. Tristan drew back and growled at him.

Louis poked his head in. He wore a brown suit and jumped up and down, clapping his hands.

Tristan: “Uhm, who are you?”

Percy: “This is Louis O’Bryne! He really wants to tickle your delicate, slender soles, mon prince de glace!”

He chuckled. Tristan glared at the two men. Louis skipped up to Tristan and eyed him and his feet with desire. He licked all over his feet. Tristan shuddered with disgust, hating that this strange man’s saliva was all over his feet.

Tristan: “EEEEEUGH!”

He whined.

Louis grinned and waved a feather at him. The color drained from Tristan’s face.

Tristan: “NO! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Louis: “Silly little French boy! The feather isn’t touching your sexy, soft soles!”

He crooned and brushed the feather all over his soles. Tristan shrieked with laughter.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! NOHOAOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP EHEHEHEHEHEHEHET!!”

He laughed hard and struggled to free himself. Louis scrubbed an electric toothbrush over Tristan’s feet, and Tristan howled with laughter.

Tristan: “NOHOHOHOHOWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!”

He threw his head back laughing. His face was red, and tears streamed down his cheeks. Louis laughed and scrubbed all over Tristan’s soles and in between his toes. Tristan screamed with laughter; he wheezed and breathed ragged breaths between laughter.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

He screamed with hysterical laughter.

Tickles the Clown popped up, tickling Tristan’s underarms and neck. Tristan shrieked and wailed with laughter.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ARRÊTE ÇAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! S'IL TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE PLAÎT!”

He whined.

Louis: “Oh, he broke into French?! HOT!”

He whipped out electric face scrubbers and scrubbed them on Tristan’s soles. Tickles the Clown tickled Tristan’s ribs and neck.

Tristan: “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! S'IL TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE PLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAÎT, ARRÊTE ÇA MAHAHAHAHAHAHAINTENAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANT!!!”

He whined and laughed hard, gasping for air in between short breaths and finding it hard to breathe. He thrashed around and fanned his toes, and scrunched them.

Tickles: “Time to spice things up, Monsieur.”

He teased and tied a cloth gag around Tristan’s mouth, so his teeth clamped down on the cloth. Tristan whined and sobbed through the gag. Tickles fluttered his fingers under his arms, and Louis scrubbed his feet with the face scrubber. Tristan threw his head back laughing through the gag.

Tristan: “HNHNHNHNHNHNHNHNHNHNHNHN PHPHNHNHNHNHNHNHNHNHNHNP! PMMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMNPHM!! MMNHNHNHNHNHNHNHN!!!!”

He writhed around and thrashed as he laughed through his mouth gag.

Louis: “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Monsieur Trémaux!”

He sang in a baby voice as he resumed scrubbing his soft, slender soles. Tristan threw his head back and whined and laughed through his gag.

Tristan: “NNHNHNHNHNHNHNNNNNN!! PMMHMNPHM! PMMNPHM! PHPHNHNHNHNHNHNHNHNHNHNNNN!! NRRMPHM CN! PHNM PHM PMNNPH!!”

He wheezed and trembled all over before passing out.

~

Tristan lay on the couch in Percy’s bar. Percy put smelling salts to his nose. Tristan winced and shook his head. His eyes fluttered, and he removed his glasses to wipe his eyes. He drew a long breath and sat up, putting his glasses back on. Percy smiled at him and kissed his hand. Tristan snatched it away and slapped him hard across his face. Percy winced and flicked his split tongue over his lips. He looked in the mirror and saw Tristan’s hand imprinted on his face.

Tristan: “How dare you?”

He hissed. Percy chuckled.

Percy: “I love how your disposition is ice cold, whereas Jaxon’s is spicy hot, my ice prince.”

He said tenderly.

Tristan: “Va te faire foutre!”’

He hissed.

Tristan rose from the couch. Percy grabbed his wrist.

Tristan: “Let me go, Percy.”

He said coolly and shot him an ice-cold glare. Percy rose, cupped Tristan’s chin, and turned it toward him.

Percy: “Drink with me, darling. The collar is off. Freeze me if I’m naughty.”

He grazed his knuckles over his jawline, down to his neck. Tristan jerked his head away and shot him a glare. Percy traced his fingers over Tristan’s palm. Tristan pulled his hand away and laughed a bit.

Percy: “Ticklish?”

Tristan wordlessly nodded.

Percy pulled up a stool for Tristan. He sat down. Percy strolled behind the bar counter, getting a martini glass. He bent down to get some edible snowflakes and put them at the bottom of the glass. Tristan folded his arms and saw that his sports jacket was over one of the bar stools. He reached over, getting his cigarette case, and took one out. He leaned over as Percy lit his cigarette for him. Tristan inhaled a long drag.

Percy slid bottles of vanilla vodka, white creme de cacao, and peppermint schnapps by his cocktail shaker filled with ice. He poured two ounces of vanilla vodka, one and a half ounces of creme de cacao, and one ounce of peppermint schnapps. He shook it in the cocktail shaker for fifteen seconds and poured it through the strainer into the martini glass. He garnished the cocktail with a silver ribbon around the stem and a rose on the rim.

Percy: “And this is no match for your beauty, Tristan…”

He said softly. Tristan rolled his eyes and took the drink. He sipped on it and raised his eyebrows. This is quite nice, he thought.

He flicked his gaze up to the TV on the wall. The news was on. The news reporter stated that several male escorts of Asian descent are being found dead, with photographs of their last moments before they were killed. Percy watched the news with Tristan and gazed at him.

Percy: “Might want to keep an eye on Jaxon.”

He whispered. Tristan clicked his tongue.

Tristan: “Jaxon is not a sex worker.”

Percy wagged his head.

Percy: “The killer could tire of sex workers one day and move onto other targets.”

He smirked. Tristan raised his eyebrows.

Tristan: “Yes, you would know better than anyone.”

He said dryly. Percy threw his head back and gave a harsh bark of laughter.

~

In Little Tokyo, there was a rectangular building with no windows except for the large windows in the front and a glass door. Inside the studio, in one of the photography rooms, were two men and a woman.

The woman was a relatively tall white woman in her late thirties who wore her copper red hair in a perm. She wore a blue blazer with wide shoulders, a white skirt, blue nylons, and blue high heels. She was Daisy McClain, the owner of the studio and the photographer.

The other man was a short, chunky black man in his twenties with pink hair. He wore a magenta suit, black loafers, and a pink pressed shirt. He was Dannel Perkins, the editor.

The other man was a white, fit man in his mid-forties. He wore a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a dark blue tie, suspenders, black trousers, and black loafers. He had a mop of curly, dark blond hair, dark blue eyes, and aviator glasses hanging over his large nose. He was Barry Peters, the studio assistant.

Daisy: “We have to get these in and make these perfect! I am really hoping the young man pulls through.”

She said as she wrung her hands. Barry flipped through the portfolio.

Barry: “A newer addition might spice things up for ‘Sole Desire’!”

He smiled tightly.

~

Jaxon drove up to the building in his Toyota Celica convertible. He wore a white leopard print shirt with the buttons undone to expose his dragon chest tattoo, tight black leather pants, and black chelsea boots. He had his Ray-Bans over his eyes. He parked his car and got out, heading inside. The reception area was welcoming with comfortable chairs, potted plants, a coffee table with magazines, and avant-garde portraits on the walls. The secretary at the desk was a cheerful-looking white woman who wore her dark blue hair up in a tight bun and wore a secretary’s dress.

Secretary: “Are you here to see Ms. McClain, sir?”

She asked him. Jaxon lowered his sunglasses.

Jaxon: “I sure am.”

He said coolly. The secretary’s cheeks turned a bright pink. God, he’s handsome, she thought. She rose from her desk and approached him.

Secretary: “Right this way, sir.”

She led him down a hall where doors were lined on each side of the foyer.

She opened the door for him to see Daisy examining the area and making sure everything was perfect. Cameras and lighting equipment were already set up, aiming at a white backdrop.

Secretary: “Mr. Tachibana is here to see you, Ma’am.”

Jaxon nodded and waltzed in.

Jaxon: “Yo, I’m here now!”

He grinned and waved. Daisy turned around and faced Jaxon with a smile.

Daisy: “Hello, Jaxon. I’m Daisy McClain. I’m the owner of this studio. It’s nice to meet you.”

Jaxon folded the temples on his sunglasses and set them on the desk. The secretary smiled and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Jaxon: “Nice to meet you, too!”

Jaxon rested his feet up on the desk casually. Daisy flicked her gaze onto Jaxon’s boots.

Daisy: “So, Jaxon, do you know what we do?”

She began.

Jaxon: “You take pics and videos of sexy people?”

He grinned and shrugged. She nodded.

Daisy: “Yes, we do, but it’s the topic…”

She cleared her throat.

Daisy: “I want to take pictures of you where the focal point is your feet.”

She said loftily.

Jaxon: “Of course, I should have known.”

He clicked his tongue and laughed.

Jaxon: “You’re not going to send fat men in frog costumes to tickle me, are you?”

He groaned.

Daisy: “No, of course not. There might be tickling, but no men in frog costumes. The main focus is on you.”

He smiled at him. Jaxon sighed with relief.

Jaxon: “Thank god.”

He smiled.

Daisy: “So are you willing to do this?”

She asked with a smile. Jaxon nodded.

Jaxon: “Sure, I’m down for it.”

Daisy pointed to his boots.

Daisy: “Thank you, Jaxon. I need you to remove those.”

She instructed. Jaxon nonchalantly kicked off his boots, revealing his black sheer socks with a grin. Daisy’s eyebrows rose.

Daisy: “You wear sheer socks?”

She asked breathlessly and clasped her manicured hand over her chest.

Jaxon: “That’s right! For my Green Queen!”

He nodded. She wordlessly nodded.

Daisy: “She’s a lucky lady. I would like you to keep those on for a few shoots.”

She said softly.

Jaxon: “Nah, I’m the lucky one!”

He grinned.

Jaxon: “Sure!”

He nodded.

Daisy went to her camera.

Daisy: “Sit down on the mat and cross your ankles.”

She commanded. Jaxon nodded and did as instructed. He casually sat down and crossed his ankles, baring his sheer-socked feet at her camera. She snapped pictures of it.

Daisy: “Now uncross your ankles and fan your toes.”

She ordered. Jaxon did as instructed and fanned his toes out with a wide grin, thinking of Celeste’s face when she sees these. Daisy snapped more pictures.

Daisy: “Lay and curl your toes.”

She nodded.

Jaxon: “Lay on my what?”

He chuckled.

Daisy: “Lie on your side, please.”

She clarified and reddened. Jaxon lay down on his side, flashing his curled toes at the camera with a grin. She snapped more pictures.

She lowered her camera.

Daisy: “Now, take off your socks, slowly.”

She instructed in a smooth tone. Jaxon tucked his finger under the hem of the sock, slowly pulling it off, revealing his peppermint-scented soles. Daisy snapped pictures of that.

Daisy: “Lie on your stomach and look over your shoulder.”

She nodded. Jaxon nodded and rolled over onto his stomach, looking over his shoulder at the camera lens as he lifted his foot. She took pictures of that as well as close-ups of his feet.

Daisy: “Sit up and wiggle your toes.”

She smiled. Jaxon slowly sat up and held his feet up, wiggling his toes at the camera. She smiled and took more pictures. She was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Daisy: “Okay, unbutton your shirt.”

She commanded. Jaxon placed his fingers on the top button of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning each button as he went down his chest. She snapped the pictures quickly, focusing on his feet and bare chest.

Daisy: “Take off your shirt.”

She nodded. Jaxon slipped his shirt off his shoulders and threw it onto the floor beside him. She snapped pictures of him taking off his shirt.

Daisy: “Lie on your back, your hands behind your head.”

She ordered and bit her bottom lip. Jaxon rolled over onto his back and rested his hands behind his head with his feet up. She took pictures of his feet and hovered over him, taking pictures of his chest and toned tummy. Celeste is gonna love this, he thought to himself with a grin.

Daisy: “I need you to hook your thumb in your pants, teasing us with your pelvis.”

She said coyly. Jaxon rose to his feet and hooked his thumb in his pants, jutting out his pelvis. She took pictures of those as her cheeks turned bright pink.

She then shut off her camera and the lights.

Daisy: “Okay, Jaxon, that’s it. You will receive a copy of the photos I took today! If you head to the secretary’s desk, she will give you your paycheck for this set.”

She said genially. Jaxon nodded and put his shirt, socks, and boots back on. He grabbed his Ray-Bans and slid them on top of his head.

Daisy: “It has been a pleasure to work with you!”

Jaxon: “I bet!”

He grinned and walked out to collect his check.

The secretary greeted him at her desk and handed him his paycheck for eight thousand dollars. Dannel and Barry stood by her desk.

Secretary: “Here you go! I wanted to mention that you are very handsome, and especially in person.”

She said as her cheeks flushed pink. Jaxon’s eyes widened.

Jaxon: “DAYUM!”

He exclaimed at the figures.

Secretary: “I hope you return to do another set!”

Dannel drank Jaxon in.

Dannel: “Damn! I’ll say! You’re so fine, boy!”

He whistled.

Jaxon: “I know!”

He grinned, taking the check in his hand. Barry had his hand over his mouth.

Barry: “Sorry, I missed your shoot. Do you think you will be back?”

He asked him.

Jaxon: “For eight thousand? I sure will be!”

He grinned. Barry kept his hand over his mouth, pinning Jaxon with a half-lidded stare.

Dannel: “Can’t wait! See you soon, gorgeous!”

He winked.

Jaxon: “Sayonara.”

He held his hand up and left.

Barry, Dannel, and the secretary locked their gazes on him as he left. Daisy came into the reception area and watched Jaxon get into his car, lower his shades, and look behind him as he reversed out of the parking lot and drove off.

Daisy: “Did he say he would be back?”

Dannel: “Hell yeah!”

Daisy surveyed both Barry and Dannel.

Daisy: “Where were you two?”

Dannel: “Oh, I had to mail off the reels to our partner studio.”

Barry: “I needed to run some errands.”

~

Celeste, Jaxon, Tristan, and Deimos were at Celeste’s and Jaxon’s house. Celeste was hungrily eyeing up the photo sets with desire.

Celeste: “Oh, wow, Jax, these are so fucking sexy…”

She purred and bit her bottom lip. Jaxon grinned smugly.

Jaxon: “I know!”

He flipped his hair.

Tristan: “Did you get these taken at ‘Sole Desire’? They’re a more tame fetish studio than others I know.”

Jaxon nodded in confirmation.

Jaxon: “Sure did. They paid me eight-thousand just to please my Green Queen!”

He stated. Celeste grinned at him showing her razor sharp smile.

Tristan: “That’s wonderful, Jaxon!”

Deimos sat back, pouting.

Deimos: “Tristan, I could have saved you from Percy and that fat fuck! Why didn’t you call me?!”

He whined. Tristan sighed.

Tristan: “So Percy kidnapped me for intense tickling with some fat man in a brown suit and a tiny head, and I passed out.”

He hung his head. Deimos looked away, pouting.

Tristan: “But I gave him a good smack!”

He said doggedly.

Deimos: “I would have karate-chopped him.”

He muttered. Tristan hung his head and sighed.

Celeste: “He does that with Jaxon, too, except that fat guy wears a frog costume.”

She drawled. Tristan rolled his eyes and sighed. Jaxon twisted his mouth.

Jaxon: “I hate frogs.”

Celeste: “Hey, uh, how come there is no tickling in these or nudes? Do they not do those?”

She asked Jaxon. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose surprisingly.

Jaxon: “Ohhh, you want some nudes, huh?”

He teased her. Celeste grinned and blushed. She nodded.

Celeste: “I wouldn’t pose nude like this, but I am fine with you doing it if you are.”

Jaxon: “Well, I’d only do it for you!”

Celeste smiled and kissed him. Jaxon kissed her back.

Deimos turned on the news. The news reporter said that there has been another victim of the Pink Top Beach Strangler, who was a male escort of Asian descent who had been found at the beach along with gruesome photos of his last moments. They showed a picture of a young Asian man with short black hair. Tristan watched it.

Tristan: “I saw this earlier. There was another victim before him.”

He sat back.

Tristan: “Percy told me to keep an eye on Jaxon.”

Celeste: “This guy murders escorts. Jaxon’s not an escort.”

She drawled. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose.

Jaxon: “I’ll be fine, guys. I’m not an escort, and like anyone would wanna kill me!”

He grinned.

Tristan: “Percy did add that sometimes killers can change their victims.”

Jaxon: “Yeah, well, he’d know about serial killers more than anyone.”

He leaned back.

~

That night, a figure stood in the trees watching Jaxon through the bedroom window. He watched him drop his robe down to his boxer briefs and go into the bathroom.

~

The following afternoon, Jaxon drove his car up to the studio. He received a call that Daisy had a reservation available for him to shoot. He wore a black dress shirt with golden dragons embroidered on each side and the buttons undone to expose his dragon chest tattoo, tight black jeans, Chelsea boots, and his Ray-Bans over his eyes. He got out of the car and entered the studio. The secretary at the desk brightened when she saw him.

Secretary: “Hello, Jaxon!”

Jaxon: “Yo, it’s me again!”

He nodded.

Secretary: “Same room you went to yesterday! Daisy is waiting for you!”

She said ecstatically. Jaxon nodded and went into the room.

Daisy was inside finishing with setting up the cameras and lighting.

Daisy: “Hello, again! You’re early!”

She chirped and clasped her hands together.

Jaxon: “Aren’t you lucky then?”

He grinned and removed his sunglasses to fold the temples, and placed them on the desk.

Daisy: “Okay, Jaxon, remove your boots, please.”

She nodded. Jaxon nodded and slowly slipped off his Chelsea boots to reveal his sheer socked feet. She led him to a white couch against a backdrop.

Daisy: “Lie on that and put your feet on the armrest.”

She commanded. Jaxon nodded and rested his feet up on the armrest, pointing at the camera. She snapped pictures of those. She had him lie on his stomach with his feet up. She had him slowly pull off his socks and took pictures of those as well as close-ups of his feet.

Daisy: “Okay, unbutton your shirt and do a little teasing.”

She suggested. Jaxon grinned at her and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest, and wiggled his feet. She took pictures of him.

Daisy: “Okay, unsnap the button on your jeans.”

She nodded to it. Jaxon nodded and unsnapped the button of his jeans, exposing his black boxer briefs. She snapped pictures of him and flushed.

Daisy: “Slide off your jeans now.”

She commanded slowly. Jaxon nodded and did as told, slowly sliding his jeans down his legs to reveal his boxer briefs. She reddened at his toned body and nice legs, snapping pictures of him.

Daisy: “Are you… okay with taking off your boxer briefs?”

She asked as her face turned a shade redder.

Jaxon: “Sure!”

He nodded and slowly slid down his boxer briefs, exposing his five-inch sculpted cock that hung perfectly between his legs with nice size soft testicles. Daisy was red-faced as she snapped pictures of his perfectly toned nude body. Jaxon grinned smugly and couldn’t wait to see that look on Celeste’s face as he posed for her. Daisy snapped pictures of him.

Daisy: “Lie on the couch with your hands behind your head.”

She commanded slowly. Jaxon nodded and did as instructed, lying on the couch with his hands behind his head. She snapped pictures of him.

Daisy: “You’re very handsome.”

She said to him in between snapping pictures of him.

Jaxon: “I know!”

He grinned.

She shut off her camera and killed the lighting.

Daisy: “Okay, that’s it for now! Of course, you will receive copies of the photos I took today of you!”

She nodded and reddened.

Jaxon: “Nice! I can’t wait for my green queen to see them!”

He beamed and slipped his boxer briefs back on, then he put on his jeans, socks, shirt, and his boots.

Daisy: “She will love them!”

She rubbed her hands together.

Daisy: “Okay, head to the secretary’s desk for your paycheck!”

Jaxon nodded, grabbed his Ray-Bans, and went to the secretary to collect his paycheck.

The secretary handed him a paycheck for twelve thousand dollars.

Secretary: “Here you are, handsome.”

She sang.

Jaxon: “Wow! Thanks!”

His eyes widened when he saw the large figure on the check. Dannel stepped in, and he had hearts in his eyes when he saw Jaxon. Barry followed him soon after and locked his gaze on Jaxon, his hand over his mouth.

Dannel: “Oh, damn, it’s the hot guy again! Sorry, I missed your shoot!”

He winked.

Jaxon: “Yep, that’s me!”

He laughed.

Daisy came out.

Daisy: “Oh, where were you two?”

Dannel: “I had to pick up some rolls of film as we’re out of it.”

Barry: “Traffic is bad.”

He said quickly with his hand over his mouth.

Dannel: “Hey, Jaxon, if you ever come back, maybe you might be up for shooting a movie in this studio?”

He shot him a fingerbang. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose.

Jaxon: “A movie, huh? How much would that pay?”

He asked.

Daisy: “Depending on the length, about twenty thousand to eight thousand.”

She replied coolly. Jaxon’s eyes grew large.

Jaxon: “Hot damn, I’m in!”

He said enthusiastically. Daisy’s eyes sparkled.

Daisy: “Wonderful, when I get a free slot, I will give you a call.”

She nodded.

Jaxon: “Okay! Sayonara, again! Until next time!”

He laughed and waved.

They all watched him roll over the hood of his car and climb into the driver’s seat. He started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

Dannel: “Damn, he’s fine!”

~

In a dark room, a figure eyed the pictures of Jaxon. He panted heavily and went into a trance as he scrolled through his pictures. He never saw anyone so gorgeous, so seductive, and so perfect. He had to have him.

~

That evening, Celeste and Jaxon looked over the photos of him. Celeste had her fangs over her lips as she gazed at the pictures, and her face was red. Jaxon beamed and loved it when her fangs bit her lip.

Celeste: “Goddamn, Jax! These are fucking hot!”

She purred and fanned her face. Jaxon brightened at her reaction. Her turn-on was contagious as he felt turned-on to her being turned-on.

Jaxon: “I know, right?”

He grinned and purred, fanning his face. Celeste caressed his chest and fluttered her nails over it. Jaxon shivered at her touch.

Noah turned on the TV to watch the news. The news reporter stated that another male Asian escort was found dead by the Noble Monarch Hotel.

Noah: “By the way, Jaxon, we’re out of milk. Would you go to the store to get some?”

He asked genially.

Celeste: “And you’re getting low on your Marlboros, too.”

She picked up his package and showed that he had one left.

Jaxon: “Oh, fuck!”

He huffed and rose to his feet.

Jaxon: “Coming, babe?”

He asked her.

Celeste: “I have to stay here to make dinner.”

She kissed his lips.

Jaxon: “Aw, all right! I’ll be right back, sexy lady!”

He kissed her back.

Celeste: “Of course, handsome man.”

She purred. Jaxon grabbed his leather jacket and left.

Jaxon walked to the 7-Eleven that was a few blocks away. It was a nice, warm spring evening. He hooked his thumbs into his jeans as he walked down toward the store. A car from a distance was following him.

Jaxon arrived at the 7-Eleven and entered the store. There were aisles of chips, chocolate bars, candy, magazines, and the fridges were stocked full of milk, sodas, beer, and wine. His attention shifted over to the candy bars, and he started stocking up on them for Celeste. He then sauntered over to the cash register, eyeing the cigarettes.

Jaxon: “Just these and some Marlboro Reds, please!”

He smiled. The cashier was an older lady who looked like a washed-up Doris Day.

Cashier: “Do you have an ID?”

Jaxon nodded. He withdrew his wallet and presented his driver’s license to her. She took it and looked at it. She handed his driver’s license to him and went to get a package of Marlboro Reds. Jaxon put his license back into his wallet. She rang those up and the candy bars.

Cashier: “That will be ten dollars.”

She drawled. Jaxon pulled out his wallet with photos of Celeste in them and handed her a ten-dollar bill. She took it and put his purchases in a bag.

Cashier: “Have a nice night.”

She grunted.

Jaxon: “You too!”

He nodded and left the store with his bag.

When Jaxon left the store, he walked across the parking lot. Someone grabbed him from behind, clasping their large, gloved hand over his mouth and holding his wrists behind his back. “Don’t fucking move!” The raspy voice whispered in his ear. He had a black ski mask on and was dressed all in black. Jaxon shuddered. He felt like his heart had dropped onto the floor. Why is it always me? He thought to himself. The man plunged a needle into his neck and injected it. Jaxon winced in pain.

Then suddenly, he felt himself drift off. His body went limp as he lost consciousness, and he collapsed against the man. The man hoisted him over his shoulder and carried him to his brown Jeep Wagoneer. He opened the door, tossed him inside, and shut it. He then climbed into the vehicle and drove off, leaving Jaxon’s purchases in the parking lot.