The Beast in the Red Dress

They sent it to me.  I never ask why, since I don't give a shit. What I do care about is two things. The zeros after the number I set, and will this satisfy me enough to keep me sane?
 
The green light flashed in the corner of my screen. The deposit amount was accepted. The place and the name were sent to me. I rose from my cushion leather seat and went to my bedroom.
 
I stood in my doorway looking at the man tied to my circular bed. His body was shining with sweat, not from him trying to escape but from the vigorous sexual encounter we just completed less than five minutes ago. I could have set him free, but I intended to have another go-around with him.
 
"You look very satisfied," I said to him, seeing that he was getting aroused looking at me standing at the door with nothing on.
 
"Is that your signal that tonight is over?" He asked in his sexy as-hell bed voice.
 
"That is correct."
 
"How about you climb on top of my face, and I give you something to remind you of me." He said licking his bottom lip.
 
He is tempting but the job calls. I walked over to the bed and traced a finger up the inside of his thigh as I watched him harden more.
 
"Sorry cant. I am going to let you go and I want you to handle this so I can watch as I get ready."
 
He likes it when I watch and honestly, watching a man stroke himself fascinates me. Just how a man's body tightens and releases as if it were a pressure cooker about to explode.
 
I leaned over and untied the hand furthest from me grazing my nipple across his lips.
 
"Don't lick or I'll punish you," I whispered.
 
After releasing him I reached into the nightstand and pulled out the lubricant I kept and handed it to him.  I stood and went to the bathroom to clean up.
 
I heard when he popped off the top and started to take himself in hand. It's sick that I find the sound calming in a way. The heavy breathing, the moans, the movement of up, twist, down and finally the explanative of "Oh Shit". Letting me know that he was done.
"Do that a little slower," I told him.
 
"You want slow come here and do it yourself." He said while increasing the speed.
 
My hair is pulled back and my lipstick is blood red.  I went to my closet and pulled out a red dress that only went to the knee. The job did not seem to need the full effect so knee length will suffice.
 
"Call me when you're free." He said after he cleaned up. Then put his pants and shoes on.
 
That was the thing about this. He asked no questions, and I never gave him any answers. He was fine with me calling him when the need arose, and I rarely saw him. No strings, no romance, just intense sexual release.
I smiled and nodded as he buttoned his shirt and grabbed his jacket.
 
I listened to the familiar click of my front door as he left. I crossed over to my closet and grabbed my shoes, purse, did a quick once over. Satisfied I went to work.
 
The Club
 
The club was filled with everyone one from the senate to high music moguls.  the mixture of people was unusual, but I didn't care. I just saw my mark and he just saw me.
 
I glanced away quickly acting as shy as I could and made it to the bar and ordered a virgin margarita.
 
"Hi. I know you right? You're someone's sister." That came from a male voice.
 
That was so lame but here we go. I turned to face him and looked at him with wide eyes.
 
"No, we have never met. I'm an only child so that was not it." I said looking at him with wide eyes.
 
"Wow, you look beautiful. But I think you're too young to be here."
 
Again lame.
 
"Thanks, I was invited by my boss. He said that I should represent the company. We represent the indie music channel."
 
"Nice to meet you. I'm Corwin."
 
"HI, Corwin. Wait a minute I have a card in my purse from my company. I was supposed to give it out." Acting clueless grates against me but I need him to feel comfortable.
 
His smile became predatory. I put my glass down and went in my purse to look for the card. I handed him the card, picked up the glass, and finished the drink.
 
We continued the conversation until I felt a bit dizzy.
 
"Why don't you come with me upstairs? You can get some water and there is a place where you can just relax."
 
I nodded my head and let him lead me to a secluded room. We were in a room that was typical of one of these events. It had a bed in it.
 
"I should go. "I said groggily.
 
"No, you shouldn't. You know what we are here to do. Now just relax. You won't remember a thing tomorrow."
 
I protested weakly and fell back on the bed. I felt when his hand went up my dress and that was when he felt the knife at his throat.
 
"Hey, calm down." He moved to the side, and I kept the knife to his throat. I stood up pushing the point a bit deeper.
 
"You need to be removed from existence," I told him with a lucid voice.
 
"What? Really you are taking this-"
 
"Shut up. I was hired to remove you but before I do, I was told to do a few things first."
 
"Remove me? This is a joke."
 
"Yes remove, as if you do not exist understand?"
 
"You were drugged. How are you doing this?"
 
"I built a tolerance to a lot of different things.  You see my purse next to you?"
 
He nodded. "Open it."
 
He opened it and I pulled out a thin pin.
 
"What is that, a pin?"
 
"Yes, at the tip of this pin, as you will feel, is a drug that will make you feel nothing in your lower extremities."
 
He had a questioning look and I stuck him with it. I gave it two minutes before I moved away.
 
I went to the mini bar and took out a shot of vodka.
 
"What are you going to do?"
 
"I will castrate you while you watch. No worries you will feel nothing until the drug wears off and the minute the pain hits your brain you will have bled out enough that your suffering will be short.
 
"Why?" He said crying.
 
"Do you remember what you asked me first? Am I someone's sister? You targeted the wrong person's sister. Enough talking."
 
"Who are you?"
 
I smiled as I went back to him and undid his pants.
 
"You like this don't you? You're an animal, a beast with no consciousness in a red dress."
 
"That's it. I am a beast and tonight my sight is on you."