Final Dance

I'd been eyeing her for days. This shapely little hottie named Vanessa working at some shitty bar on the outskirts of town. And I must say, she's about the most interesting thing that's caught my eye since I got here two weeks ago. Not that I had much choice. Folks back at my hometown, Temple, Texas, were getting too suspicious about me. I figured I should leave before anyone decided to get the police to question me about the handful of women who turned up naked and dead there. Luckily I didn't have many real ties to the area, so relocation to San Antonio was pretty easy. There's some part of me saying I shouldn't be preparing to strike again this soon in case I'm tracked here, but I can't pass this up.

I saw this Vanessa bitch giving a lap dance to some dumbass drunk at the bar my first time going there. I assume because the owner couldn't think of a better way to incentivize return customers. She didn't notice me, but I sure noticed her. Most notably the way her shorts hugged her ass while she swayed and grinded against the previously mentioned dumbass. Her being as hot as she is was already enough reason for me to target her and my next victim, but her dancing gave me the inspiration to do something special. Spice up my normal routine, you could say.

Took me a few days of following her and learning her routines to confirm she lived alone, which I always preferred for pretty obvious reasons. On the fifth day, I decided it was finally time to make my move. I snuck into Vanessa's house after picking the lock to her back door and waited for her to come home. I made sure to help myself to anything valuable I could carry, of course, but whatever little trinkets or cash I could find were secondary concerns compared to what's happening now. I've got this sexy bitch stripped naked, held at gunpoint in her own bedroom, the door blocked off with a dresser and me sitting on the bed in front of her with a camera phone aimed at her.

And she's unknowingly spending her last moments with her back to me, shaking that perfect ass of hers like it's been her job for years because she was dumb enough to believe me when I said I'd let her live if she did. I've filmed girls dancing for me before, but never specifically twerking. There's just something about Vanessa's physic and the way she moves that makes it irresistible to watch. She's been putting on this rather amazing show for about five minutes now and I'm not rushing to finish yet.