There was no need to hurry Paula had plenty of time to arrange things. Carefully removing the condom and picking up both before putting them in her bag these would be disposed of later. She also pulled a few pubes from the man as they may come in handy another time. The blade was carefully pulled from the man’s neck, this was a knife used for gutting fish and was wickedly sharp. It was Paula’s favourite weapon and was treated with care and reverence. The knife was put away and would be cleaned later. Paula enjoyed this time especially as it was important to take her time and make sure she didn’t forget anything, the towel would need to be taken and disposed of far away. First she carefully cleaned his cock and pubic area to remove as many traces of her as possible. In another compartment Paula retrieved a condom full of spunk this was emptied over the body, a few pubes were dropped on the bed and a sharpened screwdriver, stolen from another man, was inserted into the wound this was twisted around a couple of times to get some blood over it. Paula didn’t want to kill everyman, she actually did like sex but those arrogant fuck wits who thought they were God’s gift to women but in reality were anything but that. These are ones Paula selected and would tell them about her ‘rape’ fantasy. They always fell for it and would book a motel room somewhere out of town, nice and quiet. They would phone her with the details and Paula would go along the excitement building in her from early in the day. The rain was falling heavily now so there would be no trace of her vehicle in the morning in the morning or whenever the police would be called they would jump to the obvious conclusion that this was some gay sex trick that went wrong. The media loved that too it would send people off on the wrong trail and give Paula time to disappear.
The rain was falling heavily when she left the motel, which would mean there would be no tracks of her car left, as she pulled out of the motel and headed south Paula wasn’t Paula anymore, she was Lisa now. Lisa would dye her hair a different colour and lie low somewhere far away until the itch began again…..
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