to the club, Nicholas had been forced to wait most of the night to make his move. At around midnight or so, the opportunity finally presented itself, just as the weather conditions really started getting bad, with snow-blind conditions taking the city by the throat and strangling hard.
Just as Nicholas had known they would all along.
His big moment finally came when Penelope Hargrave’s limo driver ducked out of his vehicle half a block away from the nightclub to suck down a quick cigarette in the frigid winter air. Carefully navigating his way across the frozen sidewalk in his six-inch heels, Nicholas wrapped his beautiful mink coat even tighter around his shivering body and approached the limousine with a wide smile etched onto his beautiful face.
‘Hey there!’ he said to the driver. ‘How’s it goin’ tonight?’
The limo driver looked up from his cigarette and cocked his head to one side in an effort to block out the howling, gale-force winds whipping through the city. Lifting up his free hand, he cupped his had to his left ear. ‘What’s that?’
Nicholas widened the smile on his face and raised his voice several decibels in order to be heard clearly above Mother Nature’s deafening cacophony. ‘I said, how’s it goin’? Fuckin’ freezin’ out here tonight, ain’t it?’
The driver nodded and looked Nicholas over from head to toe, taking in the full measure of his splendid charms. ‘Yep, sure is. Colder than a witch’s tit.’
Nicholas let his mink fall open to show off his inviting cleavage. Every bit as inviting as Dinah Leach’s had been. Every bit as inviting as his mother’s, too.
‘Interested in warming up this witch’s tit?’ Nicholas asked.
***
In the back seat of the limousine ten minutes later, Nicholas took the horny driver into his mouth and sucked gently. Hard enough to provide the necessary friction but not hard enough to actually hurt the man. Hadn’t that always been the secret to giving a great blowjob?
Moaning softly, the driver leaned his head back against the leather seat and closed his eyes, enjoying the intense sensations that Nicholas was providing with his swirling tongue. A moment later – just as the man really started getting into it – Nicholas took in a deep breath through his nostrils. In the very next instant, he chomped down hard with his sharp white teeth, straining his jaw muscles with the effort.
A bloodcurdling scream exploded from the limo driver’s throat. It was deafening inside the vehicle, leaving Nicholas’s ears ringing. Still, not quite loud enough to be heard by any passers-by above the howling winter winds outside.
Nicholas turned his head to one side and spat out the sinful piece of flesh onto the floorboards of the back seat. Then he wiped away blood from his mouth with the back of his left hand and smiled mischievously. ‘Well, whaddya know?’ he said. ‘I guess now you’re just like me.’
The limo driver’s face went ghost-white. His hands trembled. Cupping his shaking hands over his destroyed crotch, he tried desperately to staunch the sickening flow of blood. His bloodshot eyes bulged wildly from their sockets, watering profusely from the agonising pain.
Nicholas widened his smile and slid out the preloaded hypodermic needle from the waistband of his nylons. He clucked his tongue. ‘Oh, come on. Quit being such a big baby. Look at it this way: now we can share clothes. If nothing else, it’ll save us both a whole hell of a lot of money.’
The man didn’t even try answering. He was much too preoccupied with attending to his mutilated crotch. Slipping the syringe deep into his throbbing jugular vein, Nicholas depressed the plunger. ‘Just go to sleep now,’ he whispered, brushing the back of his hand against the man’s stubbled cheek. ‘It’ll be so much easier for you this way.’
Ten seconds later, the man’s eyelids drooped and he slumped over.
Feeling for the keys in the driver’s pocket, Nicholas extracted them and climbed up into the front seat before cranking the engine into life and wheeling the limo into a nearby alleyway before popping the trunk and moving the driver’s motionless body there. If anybody happened to be watching them, they’d most likely think that Nicholas was taking care of a drunken pal. A real angel of mercy – that was Nicholas, all right.
Just like his mother.
***
At precisely one a.m., Nicholas pulled the limousine up to the nightclub’s main entrance. Thankfully, he’d managed to find the pickup time in the travel log tucked away inside the limousine’s glove compartment. Thank God