January 11 -- "You are in a motel room."

"I-I-I've never done this before," he stammered shyly, looking down at the carpet of room 14. He looked quickly back up, disturbed by the sheer number of mystery stains.
She chuckled and put her cigarette out on the bedside table. "If it makes you feel better, we can pretend I haven't, either." She was across the room in three strides with her arms around his neck. "Don't worry, honey. When we're done, you'll be a regular pro. I'll make sure of it."
She took the hundred dollar bill out of his hand and placed it beside the now-cold ashes before shoving him down on the squeaky hotel bed, climbing on top of him. With new-found confidence, he flipped her over onto her back and untied the neck of her halter.
"And here I thought I was gonna get a beginner," she smiled. He ignored the fact that a front tooth was missing. "Tell me, Mr. Expert, anything kinky for you today?"
Full minutes passed as he gazed at her hungrily. "Yes," he whispered in an unnatural tone. She didn't like this change of character, so she attempted to slide away.
"Listen, uh, I have an appointment with a senator, so I had better ge--"
His hands were around her neck, squeezing and pressing so that she couldn't breathe. Her eyes bulged as realization and lack of oxygen hit her. She tried punching his harms, scratching and tugging at his hands, but to no avail. His weight pressed down on her legs so she could barely move even her feet. Screaming was impossible, as was escape.
It took one minute and thirty-two seconds for her to die. When she finally gave in to his will, he released her neck, caressed her face. "You're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
Then he silently removed his clothing and made love to her, gently.

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