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Anonymous Sex
by Otzchiim (otzchiim@aol.com)

***

Quick meaningless sex, was all she had in mind. (MF, 
caution)

***

She was dressed in a very expensive gown, but it was a 
very expensive bar that I found her in. It was full of 
lawyers and stockbrokers and people like that, all 
young and well-off and into the singles scene. People 
came and went fast, and they only noticed one person at 
a time; somebody they wanted to go and come with. 

She had plainly gotten her hair done in one of the very 
best places, her face had been made up carefully, and I 
had doubts if those large high breasts were entirely 
natural in origin. She was probably about thirty, 
though I would not have been surprised at a few years 
more. 

We talked for just a little while, maybe half an hour, 
before she decided to leave with me. Just an ordinary 
pickup for a one-night stand, at least as far as she 
was concerned. She expected me to be just one more man 
in her life, hardly noticed along the way. 

She was satisfied with the story I gave her, and she 
was satisfied that she wasn't going to be screwing 
somebody poor or uneducated or unsophisticated.  She 
was actually impressed with the apartment. The 
furnishings were worth a lot of money; those she 
noticed. 

I gave a quick glance around the kitchen again to check 
where things were in case she wanted a cup of coffee or 
something before we got down to balling each other. She 
didn't; frantic meaningless sex was all she had in 
mind.  She had been very sure to tell me that she was 
making a lot of money at her investment house, but she 
would only give me her first name. I only gave her one 
name, and told her I worked in a congressman's district 
office. 

When I started taking her clothes off and throwing them 
on the floor, she got excited. I think she was excited 
to start with, just in doing it with somebody she 
didn't know. That's what she wanted, something fast, 
hard, and anonymous. 

When we were both naked, I drew back the covers and 
threw her onto the silk sheets. She was ready for me 
and we went right to it. She gasped as I went all the 
way up in one stroke. In only a little time I was 
pounding into her so hard that I was bruising her hips 
every time.  She built up fast, and just when she was 
almost at the height, I put my hands around her neck. I 
like to think that they reach orgasm when they die.  
Certainly I do. 

She struggled and clawed my back and her hips leapt up 
as the brain and heart shut down. I love it when they 
do that. 

I left the body of the rich bitch lying there in the 
bed. The man who lived here would find her, two days 
dead, when he got back into town. What he did with her 
was his problem. I'd like to know what he told the 
police, actually. 
He couldn't claim that anybody broke in. There wasn't 
going to be any sign of forced entry, and nothing was 
missing. 

I had just used the extra key I made the last time the 
lock was changed, two months ago. Nobody who lives in 
these places pays any attention to somebody who makes 
keys in a shopping mall, especially nobody who pays for 
a thing like key copying with a check. 

END

My apologies for the Marxist attitudes in this story, 
but they seemed appropriate -- I don't think much of 
the protagonist's actions either, but adopting the 
social attitudes bothered me more. Murder is more 
understandable than that sort of envy. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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