The Bookkeeper Doll

Twenty-two in June          
Six months with child            
Delicate young flower            
Doing a Go Fund Me for her future            
Working mornings till noon            
           
Her friend’s recommendation had him from the young flower comment. Jake, the libertine man, could use a girl like that. He needed some clerical help, but, given his lawless lifestyle, had to pay in cash. Rachel was perfect, and she was in need. The libertine man liked that.            
           
Jake set up her office in his apartment and placed the tasks on her desk. She was efficient and quiet and never asked about the duel names she found in his mail. She must have assumed he wanted to stay off-grid.

Said she ran track in school, which explained her slender frame. She was small-boned, which made her lighter, but from Jake’s view, sexier. Her thin fingers were so beautiful, leafing through his papers and counting his cash. She pursed her lips in deep concentration, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with life.  
 
She spoke of her future child, a girl she’d name Jenna after her grandmother. The dad took off when he realized she was pregnant, so she was on her own and out of school for now. Her parents adored and worshiped her, which the libertine man found sexy in a demented sort of way.            
           
Her hair was a wavy blonde, the type that got bushy when put in a ponytail, which was how she often wore it. And, God, her skin! He thought it so perfectly wrapped her beauty. Most mornings, Jake stowed away in the next room, watching Rachel work on camera as he fantasized about having her.            
           
In two short weeks, she earned $2,000 cash and was very excited. Jake asked if he could write a recommendation for her and composed the following –            
           
Fair young beauty            
Sweet young soul            
Excitedly expecting a child            
Works all mornings till noon            
And does all things right            
Call her, and she’ll come to you soon            
           
Rachel laughed and said, “I love it. You’ve been so kind. Will you call me again someday?”            
           
Jake said, “Of course when I’m in the area again, but I’m closing the apartment and moving on. As a bonus, would you like to take the lease? I can arrange it to be paid for the next six months if that helps you.”                 
She cried and said, “Thank you. You have no idea what this means.”  
           
She leaned up to kiss Jake on the cheek. He turned and kissed her lips softly, saying, “Would you stay with me a few nights?”            
           
“Oh, I could never do that,” she said with a blush. “I really should go.”  
           
“That’s what I thought,” Jake said looking at the floor. “I’ll miss you.”            
Rachel’s neck was an easy target. She was so naive. “What are you doing?” she cried.            
           
“I’m doing what I must,” was Jake’s reply as he took her to the floor.            
She flailed wildly beneath his weight, landing some kicks and thrusting her head firmly toward him as she’d learned in self-defense class while in high school. Her fingers clawed his face, but in the panic, she never thought to peal one finger from her neck.            
           
She was a tough one. It seemed like minutes that she squirmed though it was probably only 90-120 seconds before she faded into unconsciousness. Her eyes filled with water and glared at Jake, but still, he held. From experience, he knew it would be several minutes before her heart stopped.            
           
She eased into unconsciousness, and he lifted his grip slightly but still held her breath. He looked up at the clock on the wall, counting seven minutes before he rolled away from her. They were side by side on their backs. The smell of Rachel’s perfume mixed with her urine filled the room.            
           
Jake sat up and placed his hand on Rachel’s stomach to feel the movement and struggle for life continuing there. After a few minutes, Jenna was still, and he knew Rachel's daughter was gone.            
           
He quietly undressed Rachel’s limp body and cleaned her, placing her in his bed. He showered then walked out to view his beautiful new sex doll. Jake’s cock hadn’t softened from the time he began choking Rachel’s life away.            
           
His fingers followed her form from her smooth forehead down her cute nose. He raised her lids to gaze into her lifeless, blue eyes. What beauty had these eyes seen? What books had she read? What tears had she cried?  Then his fingers paused at her lips. He wondered aloud how many men had been there, guessing, not many. He bent to kiss her lifeless lips, now cold.            
       
Continuing down her slender neck to her perky breasts, such beautiful works of creation, he thought, and now his own possession. He kissed and held them, thinking of the milk they’d never produce and how they would grow stale if not enjoyed fully while fresh.            
           
Continuing down her rising stomach, he whispered, “I’m sorry” to the stillness there.            
           
“And now, my prize!” he said with a laugh. His fingers lingered between Rachel’s legs to explore the folds of her cunt, still soft though cold. He kissed her silky blonde bush, trimmed with care, probably out of respect for her doctor visits. Her hairs tickled his nose and he imagined the love she’d made in her short, sweet life. She only had one more task to complete.            
           
After spreading her legs, he lubed her softly, sliding in and out with his fingers. Then he lay over her for several minutes to enjoy her form and frame.            
           
He looked into her glassy eyes and said, “Now its time,” as he pressed into her body. She swayed on the bed to his repeated firm thrusts, almost seeming to come to life.            
           
Pressing into her beauty now            
Her one last gift to this world            
She’s giving her pussy to the most          
Reprobate man controlled by lust            
           
Two died here today to satisfy            
His urges that built by the passing of days            
He faces death without remorse            
But he’ll face hell when he meets his death            
           
His life was misery that began late on            
One night of pleasure and death            
Now he’ll leave only sorrow and            
Destruction in his wake            
           
While fucking, his sweat dripped like tears onto Rachel’s silky, pale cheeks. He felt such power knowing he’d created years of grief for so many in this single night.            
           
He felt his devil’s brew building inside. He pulled out of Rachel determined to get more of her. He crawled up and placed his cock between her breasts, rubbing as he looked into her lifeless eyes. Finally, his climax couldn't be denied, so he raised over her face as his cum jetted across her dry lips and eyes. He took her slender hands and rubbed his sperm over her skin.            
     
Looking onto her glistening face, he thought of what could have been if she had accepted his offer. She would have lived a few more nights, and they could have had such pleasure before death. He kissed her hands, forehead, and lips before covering her with a sheet.            
           
He left quietly without regrets. Would he live to kill again?