Lethal Habit - Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Nadine moved into her new place Sunday afternoon. She hired a marketing group to send invites - she figured about fifty people would do nicely. She then sent a text to Steven.

“Steven, I’m having a party next Saturday. Starts around 9 pm. There’ll be food and beverage. Looking forward to seeing you.”

He replied that he was looking forward to it. She texted him the address. 

The week went by quickly. Nadine got interested in movies and found herself studying IMDb for hours on end. She saw no reason why she couldn’t be a star and looked for an agent. She had a friend take some headshots and made up a resume with false credits in America. She figured no one would check them out, and if they did, she would use it to her advantage. Wasn’t life all about pretending?

Saturday morning, she got up earlier and went for a jog. She got home and made herself a smoothie and sat back and read a ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ - she liked the history of the French Revolution, and the way Dickens moved the narrative. Sixty-five people had confirmed they were coming. An hour later, a caterer brought in the food and drinks. A deejay set up in a corner and everything was ready to go by 7 pm. Around 8:30 the first few people drifted in. She had arranged that the guests leave at a specified time - they were basically actors playing the part of partygoers. Steven arrived close to 10. She saw him come in the door and greeted him.

“Steven, you made it!”

“Yeah. What’s to drink?”

“Ask the bartender, he’s got a wide assortment.”

“Be right back, don’t go away.”

He got a vodka and took a swallow, looked around and walked back to Nadine.

“Who are all these people?”

“Oh, just some friends. What have you been doing since I last saw you?”

“Mostly business; I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested. Haven’t heard from Erik since then.”

“Yes, I think he went on a trip. Let’s go into the other room.”

“Let me get another drink.”

When he returned, she led him into a guest room that was empty. He tried making a move, but she pushed him away.

“Let’s just talk for a minute. It’s funny, but I do remember you from the boat but for some reason my mind is a blank about what went on.”

“Nothing much. You passed out after getting seasick, so we went back in.”

“I see. Wait a minute, some guests are leaving. Let me say goodbye.”

She came back in a few minutes.

“Looks like everyone took off. It’s just me and you. Why don’t we go out on the balcony. There’s a lovely view.”

He followed her. She positioned him with his back to the railing. He started to kiss her, and she let him. She felt his cock stiffen as she placed her hand over his pants; he moaned as his body completely relaxed. Unbeknownst to him, she had the railing replaced with flexible plastic that looked just like the original iron. At his most vulnerable moment, she pushed hard on his chest. The railing gave way as she watched him plunge five-hundred feet to his death.