The Seventh Martini

She slowly put her middle finger and thumb into his glass and plucked the olive as his dark and blurry eyes scanned her lovely face. As she popped the olive in her mouth, he grumbled," That was my seventh Martini, so tell me…...what is your price?" She smiled and erotically licked her purple, lipstick covered lips and said, "One olive is my price....they all want me to fuck you."

Stu Jasonen had been in the Moonrakers Bar numerous times and never before met anyone like this woman. He looked to his left at the bartender who was watching a late night Horror flick. He looked all around the barroom and only saw old drunkard, Jesse Crouth who was passed out in a booth seat.

Stu took a sip of his drink and asked," Who.....who is they?" She put her hand on his right leg and said in a sexy tone, "I'll introduce you to them....soon....very soon." He cocked his head to the right side and said, "What's your name?" She giggled and said, "Morning....my name is Morning." He chuckled and said, "Well....hello Morning....of this morning."

Stu then looked her up and down as she stood by his side at the bar. He could see the blue and red neon reflecting in the tops of her glossy black high heels. Her ankles, calves and thighs were perfect as he raised his eyes to the hem of her pale yellow dress. He followed the curves of her hips to see the roundness of her breasts. Her long and wild red hair draped her shoulders like mountain water falls.

As he stared at her cleavage....she smiled and said, "Like those huh?" As he looked up at her sparkling green eyes...she placed her purse on the bar....crossed her arms....grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled her dress completely off. Stu whispered loudly, "Are you fucking crazy woman?" Morning softly pinched and pulled at her nipples, saying, "These want to be in your mouth."
Stu quickly looked at the bartender. The bartender looked around at Stu and asked if he needed anything. The bar tender totally ignored Morning. Stu nervously said, "Uh...no...no, I'm cool." The bartender went back to being engrossed in his movie.

Stu could feel the blood slowly pumping into his member. His eyes began rushing over her body. Her mound was shaved and there was a small tattoo of an upside down heart, just above her swelling clitoris. The light tone of her skin and her curves were like a work of art. This woman called, Morning was as hot as hot can get!
Stu turned a little on his bar stool.....stuck his hand out and put the ends of his fingers on her hip. She felt so warm and soft. Morning smiled and softly said, "Put a finger inside me." She slightly spread her legs apart as Stu felt the swelled lips of her flesh. He began to gently touch her clitoris with his right hand, middle finger.

Morning moaned out loud, "I want your left hand fingers in me....just the left hand please." Stu squirmed into position on the bar stool and touched her mound with his left hand. Morning offered him her left breast and he took the erect nipple in his mouth. Stu could feel that she was hot and wet. He inserted the tip of his middle finger. Morning whispered, "I want two fingers." Stu did as she said and could feel her tighten on his fingers as he pushed them slowly into her.

He released her left nipple from his lips and began to suckle the right breast. He started fondling her left breast with his right hand. It wasn't long until Morning whimpered, “I want to fuck...now." As he pulled his fingers out....she clamped on them tight.

Stu stood up as Morning worked on getting his pants undone. Morning jerked his pants and underwear down. His fully erect member flopped out from beneath his shirt. Morning ripped his shirt apart. Two of the white buttons bounced on the bar. Morning smiled and said, "Oh...a nice seven inch one." Stu grinned and said, "Seven and five eights...almost eight."

Morning guided him down on the stool and went to her knees. She stoked his stiffness and kissed gently under the head. She flicked the tip of her tongue quickly on the end and it drove Stu wild! She began sucking hard on the head and then took the entire shaft down her throat. Stu groaned, "Damn....damn....if you want to fuck...we better do it now!"

Morning pulled away and kissed the head. She looked up....smiled and said, “I want mounted from behind." She then put her hands on the bar and positioned herself over the stool that Stu had been sitting on. Stu got behind her and guided the head of his member to her wet split. He found the entry and slowly went inside her. She was tighter, warmer and wetter than and woman he had known before.

Stu began humping slowly as Morning humped back to him. She moaned and squealed softly as he picked up the pace. He reached around her and grabbed her breasts. He began pinching her nipples as Morning dug her fingernails into the wood top of the bar. Stu could feel her body make little trembles as her moaning and squealing got louder.

Suddenly...Morning reared back and grabbed Stu's right hand. She began writhing against him and her vagina squeezed him tighter and tighter! She humped back to him wildly and began screaming, "Do it....do it....do it!" Stu could feel himself on the edge! He glanced at the bartender who was still watching his movie and thought, "I don't care if he even wants to fucking join in...I just want to blow this nut!"

Morning trembled and stomped her high heels on the tile floor. She cried out with shivers, “Bartender....bartender...bartender." Stu had his face buried in her red hair as she quaked while gushing. Stu felt the first pump explode and looked up as Morning screamed, “Bartender!"

Strands of her red hair peeled away from the sweat of his face as he heard a loud crack. He looked at the bartender and saw him sway a little and fall. Stu was pumping the final massive squirts as he focused on a monster of the movie who was howling on the TV screen. A releasing gush of fluid squeezed his member out of Morning.
Stu was sweating and breathing like a stallion that had just ran the track.

He was on a high of extreme sex but soon realized something was wrong. Morning was panting and shivering while Stu noticed the red, runny spots on the TV. He moaned and looked over the bar to see the bartender lying on the floor.
Stu mumbled, "What the fuck?" He looked at Morning who was smiling and quickly backed away. He spun to the right and then the left to see if there was a robbery going on.

Stu was confused and shouted, "What the hell is going on....I think the bartender was shot!" Morning giggled and said, "Oh I know...we shot him."

Stu looked even more confused and said, “What the hell are you talking about...I didn't shoot anybody!" Morning leaned back against the bar and said with a grin, "Oh yes you did." She held up a 32 revolver and said, "I guess you were too busy having fun to notice that you helped kill a man while you were shooting your other little gun inside me."

Stu screamed, "You fucking crazy bitch" as he ran behind the bar to check on the man. Stu rolled the bartender on his back and felt his bloody neck for a pulse. Gallons of blood were spilled around the bartender's head. Stu screamed, "Call 911....fucking call 911!"

Morning bent over the bar...smiled and said, "It's far too late for that......they figured you out, Stu and they told me to do it." Stu looked up at her and angrily shouted, "You are an insane bitch!" Morning climbed up on the bar and crawled like a cat...closer on her hands and knees.

She gave him a cold stare while peeking through her sweat matted red hair. She then licked her lips and said, "You're in my world now...there is no 911....they saw who you were....you killed love....just like you helped me kill the bartender." Stu slumped back against the wall and cried out, “What in the fuck are you talking about?"

Morning began to moan and breathe fast. She reached behind her with her left foot and kicked the gun with her toe between her legs. She grabbed the pistol with her right hand and rolled on her side. She pointed it at Stu and he pressed against the wall in fear. She then placed the gun barrel to her temple. Stu stood up and shouted," No.....no...hell no!"
She cried softly, "They told me to...they want you to pay for killing love." Stu begged her, “Who in the hell are they...what do you mean....this is fucking too much!"

Morning simply said, "Maybe you should have gone home after the sixth drink....they know Stu…they figured it out"…….. she pulled the trigger. “No….no,” Stu cried as he leaped to her!

Stu held her head in his hands and felt the life go out of her body. He looked and saw that the old drunk, Jesse Crouth was stirring a bit. Stu panicked! He knew that if he called the police…they would never believe his story. He gathered his clothes and quickly got dressed. He had to get rid of the evidence....he had to set fire to the Moonraker bar. He dragged the old drunk out the back door and propped him by a dumpster.
He went back in and dumped alcohol over the bodies and on everything he thought would burn. Stu started the fire with a lighter that he found in Morning’s purse and ran away.

Three days later.

Stu was still glued to the television that morning. He had watched every news program about the fire and two deaths at the Moonraker Bar. Stu laid on the couch and felt so sick because his stomach was twisted in knots from dry heaves. His wife, Elizabeth just finished calling the office where he worked, for him. She handed him a cup of coffee and asked him why he was so obsessed with the news. Stu shrugged his shoulders and said, “I don’t know….I guess because I’ve been to that bar a lot.”

Elizabeth kissed him on the forehead and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Stu was relieved to hear the detective on TV announce there were no suspects in the murders and they were awaiting the Coroner’s report.

The news went to commercial and Stu began flipping through channels. He caught a glimpse of a familiar face and quickly flipped back to the station he’d saw it on. Stu’s heart fell like a brick! It was her….it was Morning….on the TV! Stu hit the volume button three times to hear her tell an interviewer, “Yes….the book is selling very well.”

Stu thought to himself, “A writer…she was a writer…..I thought she was just another whore.” The interviewer asked her, “What was the main inspiration for your novel?” She smiled and said, “They…of course.” The interviewer said, “They?” She giggled and said, “They…the readers…they always tell me what to write.” The interviewer gave her a strange look….faced the camera and said, “Well folks….there you have it…..Miss Julia Morning….her new hit novel…..The Seventh Martini….is in stores now…..we’ll be right back.”

Stu sat back on the couch and thought of how this must be an old program. Julia Morning was dead and Stu knew it. The doorbell rang…Stu looked and saw two shadows behind the sheer curtains of the door. Elizabeth walked by him to answer the door. She opened the door to see a man in a suit and a police officer. She said, “Yes…can I help you?”

The man in the suit introduced himself as Detective Forner and introduced the cop as Officer Page. Stu slowly got up from the couch….buttoned his pajama shirt up and walked towards the door as Elizabeth invited them in. Stu asked, “Is something wrong” as he felt a chill in his heart. Detective Forner pulled an 8 X 10 photo from a vanilla envelope and showed it to Stu while asking, “Do you recognize this?”
Stu looked at the photo and his heart dropped. He then looked at his left hand and saw what was missing. The detective said, “The Coroner found this wedding band inside the vagina of a murder victim…it has your name inscribed on the edge.”

Stu looked at the detective and then at the shock on Elizabeth’s face. Large tears welled in her eyes as she backed away from Stu. Elizabeth passed out and hit the floor.

Officer Page attended to her as Detective Forner cuffed Stu. Stu began mumbling that Morning had killed the bartender and nothing was like it looked to be. Detective Forner began informing Stu of his rights while pulling him towards the front door.

Four other policemen approached as Stu cried out about how they didn’t understand.
Stu looked back at Elizabeth who was barely coming to. Just before the officers pulled him outside….the TV blared a voice, “Back live with writer, Julia Morning!” Stu’s mind went blank as two of the officers took his arms.

He looked up at the pale dead sky and saw the large black letters…..DNE….EHT.