Dayzee Dazzle and the Kildare Killers, Thrills N Kills in the Hills Book One
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – Dayzee Dazzle 1
Chapter 2 – The Kildare Killers 12
Chapter 3 – They’re Sending Something 25
Chapter 4 – A Clean Sweep 39
Chapter 5 – That Fountain Thing 49
Chapter 6 – Down Sunset Boulevard 64
Chapter 7 – Mansion in The Flats 74
Chapter 8 – About that Pool 84
Chapter 9 – Those Dead Bodies 100
Chapter 10 – That Creepy Thing 109
Chapter 11 – What a Tease 120
Chapter 12 – That’s Weird as Hell 131
Chapter 13 – Speaking of Behinds 147
Chapter 14 – A Human Woman 157
Chapter 15 – That Limo Ride 167
Chapter 16 – That Poor Earthgirl 178
Chapter 17 – Happy Halloween, Sissy 193
Chapter 18 – Gross Stuff Everywhere 202
Chapter 19 – What Might Happen 212
Chapter 20 – Still Looked Like Kenzie 222
Chapter 21 – Let’s Rock and Roll 233
Chapter 1 – Dayzee Dazzle
“Dammit, Dayzee, this is just too weird. Do I really need to be here?”
Jiff Roberts stood just inside the closed door of the plush room in a hotel on Wilshire Boulevard. Bright mid-day sunshine filtered in through the white curtains, which blew around from the light breeze.
“Oh yeah, Jiff. I want a special photo for your next creation.”
She’d let her photographer in after she’d nudged the other man onto his back on the bed. The door had closed itself, Dayzee had latched it, and Jiff stood with his camera, staring at the bed. Just seconds before opening the door for Jiff, she’d yanked the other man’s jeans down around his knees, but his white shirt was still buttoned most of the way up.
“He looks like he’s out cold. If it wasn’t for that,”—Jiff pointed toward the man’s obvious excitement—“I’d think he was dead.”
Dayzee sighed after turning to look at the man on the bed, then she offered a weary grin to Jiff.
“No, he’s absolutely fine. This is just what happens with all of them. He’s not dead, but he’s sure dying to give it to me.”
“You want me to photograph that?” He pointed again. “Come on, Dayzee, that’s not my kind of—”
“No, silly. Wait till I climb up there and get busy.”
She led Jiff a few steps closer toward the bed and let go of his arm. She continued walking, her tall heels clicking on the polished wood floor as she slipped her blouse down over her shoulders and let it drop. Wearing only a short skirt and a bra, she lifted one knee up onto the bed and turned to look at Jiff.
“This might be a good shot too. Take a few, Jiff.”
He shook his head, aimed his camera, and snapped a few photos. She turned back to the man on the bed and climbed all the way up. After throwing one leg over him and kneeling above him, she looked down on a man who appeared to be sleeping peacefully but was paralyzed by the potion she’d given him.
“You can take all the photos you want, Jiff, but when it really counts, I’ll let you know. I want you to catch me at just the right time, alright?”
“Sure. Exactly what right time is that?”
“It’s something you have to see to believe,” she said with a grin. “You’ll see.”
“Sure, Dayzee. Whatever you say. It’s just . . . I mean, I don’t feel like—”
“Hush now, Jiff.”
She took in a deep breath, expanding her chest then letting the air out slowly, smiling as she thought of the countless times she’d done it before.
“You know I need this. You’re the only one that knows about me and this fun little game.”
She looked down and saw the man ready for her.
“Real soon, I won’t be so tired anymore.”
She turned to Jiff and winked.
“Okay, time to rock and roll.”
“No one rocks like you, Dayzee.”
She rolled her skirt up and bunched it around her waist, showing the lean, fit body everyone thought she got from the gym. As she slowly dropped down, she found the one part of the immobilized man that still proved he wasn’t dead.
“Ah . . . that’s good. You can open your eyes now, lucky boy.”
The man beneath her snapped his eyes open and stared up at her without saying a word.
“Aren’t you thrilled now that I chose you? You’re performing a service for me more valuable than you’ll ever know.”
“Why are you telling him all that crap, Dayzee? Are you sure he even wants to be here like this?”
“Oh, Jiff, you have no idea what he feels right now, but I do.”
She began to bounce up and down on him, her strong legs flexing and looking soft and solid at the same time.
“Right now, he wouldn’t leave if he could. He feels it working its way through him.”
“That stuff, you mean?”
“Yeah, that stuff. All he wants is to give it back to me, and he will.”
“You can’t get it to work any way except—”
“There’s no other way, Jiff. Only like this. He wants that more than anything, and I need that more than anything.”
Jiff moved around the room, aiming and shooting from different angles.
“I want all of these for my personal collection, but the final one, that’s the one you’ll paint. Got it?”
“Yeah, Dayzee. Yeah, of course. But these are all pretty good. Any one of them would—”
“You don’t know what’s coming, Jiff. I’ve never told you, and no one has ever seen it. I wouldn’t have known either, except the first time, I happened to look in a mirror at just the right time.”
He dropped the camera down and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You will, silly boy. You will.”
The only sound in the quiet Beverly Hills hotel room was the camera clicking and the deep breaths of the helpless man as Dayzee rose and fell repeatedly.
The man still stared at her, and she saw the confusion in his eyes, so she said, “In case you’re wondering, I spiked your drink at the Prism. You wouldn’t have volunteered for it, but now, you can’t imagine wanting anything else. Isn’t that right?”
He managed to nod his head so slightly that Jiff never saw it, but Dayzee did.
“You want only to give me what I need, isn’t that right?”
The man nodded again, and Dayzee ripped his shirt open, sending buttons clattering and bouncing across the floor to each side.
“You feel it inside you, working its way through you. It’s just about there now.”
His eyes were locked on hers. She rose almost entirely off of him and fell back to rest on him. She’d pulled her skirt up tighter around her waist, revealing the strong legs that she knew helped keep her a star on the silver screen. She turned to her left again.
“Maybe you’ll like this view better, Jiff,” she said. “I do like getting you riled up.”
She stared back at her cameraman with a faint smile as she reached up with both hands and brushed back her long blond hair. Then, she grabbed the thin straps of her bra, and she pulled them down along her arms until she’d almost exposed herself. She let the cloth hang up, and she held it there.
“When was the last time you saw these?”
“Last time I painted you,” he said with a laugh. “You can’t seem to stay dressed for that, can you?”
“The camera likes me naked. Besides, you never complain.”
“Damn right, I don’t.”
“Yeah, you’ve seen them before, but you’ve never seen them bouncing like this, have you?”
Jiff stared in silence before softly saying, “God, no.”
She continued a steady up and down, raising and lowering her hips on the helpless man and bouncing herself around for both of the men.
“I’m glad you’re watching. I bet you’re getting pretty excited yourself, aren’t you?
“Hell yeah, Dayzee. I’m only human.”
“Oh yeah, I sometimes forget.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing. I’m giving you your inspiration. You can title the painting Eternal Beauty, or something like that.”
“You know I love painting you, and I always will. But like this? Now?”
At the sound of Jiff’s voice quaking, she got a sly smile.
“You’re lucky I’m letting you see this. No one else ever has.”
She let go of the straps, and the sheer garment slid down over her breasts, got snagged for only a moment in two places, then dropped down around her waist. She gave Jiff a wink as she pulled her arms free.
After shaking her hair back, Dayzee turned to look down and dug her manicured fingernails into the man’s chest, just enough to draw out a couple of sticky beads of his blood. He gasped but didn’t speak. He only looked up into her eyes.
“You wouldn’t want to move even if you could, would you, sweetheart?”
She saw some veins bulging across his forehead and his temples, and thin trails of sweat began to slide down from up in his thick black hair.
“Let me know if you like this,” she said, then she shook from side to side, swaying her full breasts.
“Ooh . . . I felt that! You did like it. Good boy.”
She continued to twist each way, bouncing them and shaking them around.
“Oh yeah, that’s even better in there now. You’re being so good for me!”
She turned back to Jiff and said, “You like them, too, don’t you?”
“You know I do, Dayzee. They’re magnificent.”
He shook his head at the sight and looked back up into her eyes.
“You paint with your hands, but the beauty of your art, that comes from your lust, doesn’t it? That’s why your paintings are so stunning?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“Your desires go right into what you paint?”
“Yeah, but I never knew that until the first time I painted you.”
“When you’re painting me later, remember all of this. Remember the sight of all my skin, my hair thrown back, and my breasts swaying while I ride this lucky boy. And, when the memories get you . . . um . . . excited, then start the painting. That’s your gift. Your feelings go right into your creations.”
Jiff lowered his camera again and gazed at Dayzee.
“I know you like being in front of a camera, and I like painting you, I really do, but—”
“Then, you’ll paint, silly boy, or would you rather take the next drink?”
“No. No, I don’t want to. I mean—”
“Just a sip, tough guy, and you’ll be on your back, too, just like this one. You’d love it.”
“No, I don’t think—”
“I’ll pencil you in on the schedule for my next dose, alright?”
“Please, no.”
Dayzee kept riding and smiled at Jiff.
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to know. Do you have to hurt him, too, Dayzee? What’s the point of that?”
“Do I really have to explain it to you right now?”
“Well, I wish you would. I don’t want to watch you torturing some guy.”
“A little bit of pain just sweetens it up for me.”
“But you’re . . . he’s—”
“Here’s the deal, Jiff: that stuff will heal him too. He’ll sleep like a baby and be just fine when he wakes up.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh, yeah.”
She dug her nails deep into the man’s chest, causing a low groan and more bleeding. She raised her right hand and sucked the blood off of her index finger while she turned to see Jiff staring.
“The camera, Jiff. Don’t stop.”
“Okay. Okay, I’m getting some good shots. How often do you have to do this?”
“It’s getting more urgent—every other day does it—but I don’t get as agitated from it as I used to. Still, it’s like being reborn.”
“It was different before?”
“Oh, God yeah. I’d be a horny monster right after doing it.”
“How long can you keep doing that? You’re going to live forever?”
“I don’t know about forever. A long time, I hope.”
“Well, whatever it’s doing, you look damn hot tonight.”
“Thanks, Jiff. Make sure your art shows that.”
“When you first told me about this . . . this thing you do, you said once a month was good enough?”
The man lying beneath Dayzee groaned when she dragged all of her nails down his chest, leaving eight sloppy, bloody scratches.
“So what if it’s every two days now? Can’t argue with the results.”
“No, of course not. You’re drop-dead gorgeous, but—”
“But what?”
“Are you sure he’s going to be okay?”
“I’m sure. They always are.”
“I don’t understand. How can that—”
“It’s just the way it works, Jiff. I could do a lot worse to him, and he’d still be fine. I could probably kill him.”
She laid her palms flat on his bloody chest and continued her steady motions.
“Not that I’d ever want to.”
Without stopping, she turned back to look at her artist. She glanced down away from his eyes.
“Oh, look at you. It’s obvious you like what you see. How about this?”
She sat up straight and rested down on the man. With both hands, she drew red lines across her breasts and the smooth skin of her chest above them, pushing her gold chains from side to side. She dipped a finger into the man’s blood and dabbed it onto two prominent features.
She looked down from Jiff’s eyes again and said, “Yeah . . . that gets your attention. I guess I have both of you just where I want you.”
“God, you sure do, but—”
“I need you to be really turned on when you remember all of this. This painting is going up on the wall above my bed. Make sure it’s a good one.”
Jiff continued to gaze at Dayzee’s blood-streaked breasts with a smile.
“He’s being really good for me,” she said as she scratched the man again and continued to bounce on him in the quiet room. “This guy won’t fade no matter how long I do this.”
Silence ruled the room as Dayzee kept taking the nameless man and played with his blood and the punctured skin of his chest.
“I’m taking my time with this one,” she said to Jiff, “just because I want to.”
“He hasn’t blinked in a while, Dayzee. Is he still alive?”
“Of course, he is. He’s kind of hypnotized by what he’s feeling.”
“And what is he feeling? The stuff, you mean?”
“Oh yeah, he’s feeling it bubbling and boiling through him. He’s getting real close now.”
She held his face with both hands, decorating him with his own blood, and looked into his unblinking eyes gazing into her own. When she turned his head to one side, his eyes stayed fixed on hers.
“Yeah, he’s alive, but he’s past the point of even remembering how to speak. I love when that happens!”
She continued to rise and fall on the motionless man.
“All you need to know is that he’s even more excited for me than before. I could show you, if—”
“Uh . . . no thanks.”
“Anyway, he’s sure getting close now. I can feel it. You getting some good shots?”
“God yeah, Dayzee. I think I’ve taken enough. Any of these would make a—”
“No, these have just been for fun. He’s right on the edge of giving me what I need. That’s the time for you to take the photo you’ll paint from.”
She looked back down at the man’s torn and sticky chest just as a fountain of red sprayed up from his shoulder, a quick explosion that left a few drops clinging to the textured plaster ceiling and the rest raining down on Dayzee like a tossed glass of wine. Then, they heard the gunshot.
Jiff dropped to his hands and knees and covered his head. Dayzee never slowed down.
“What the fuck, Dayzee? Who’s shooting at us?”
“Ah, here he comes,” she said as she laid her palms flat on his chest and jiggled her hips up and down. “Oh, that’s good. Such a good boy.”
“Dayzee! Someone’s shooting at us!”
She turned to Jiff with eyes burning like tiny little hot white suns. Despite the gunshot, Jiff stood back up, froze on the spot, and stared at her eyes, both so bright they blocked his sight of anything else and forced him to squint.
He held one hand up to block the light and said, “Dayzee. That’s . . . I mean, that’s—”
She breathed out heavily and said, “Dazzling?”
“Yeah! Oh, shit . . . that’s why your name is—”
“Dazzle.” She panted a few times. “Now you know.”
“Yeah, Dayzee Dazzle. I had no idea. You mean that’s . . . that’s why—”
Her breathing evened out, and she said, “Take the photos now, Jiff. Now, while this wonderful boy is giving me all that life!”
She kept staring with her eyes blazing as Jiff took several more photos, standing still as if he’d forgotten all about the risk.
“Mm . . . oh, he’s being extra good for me, just like I need,” she said with a smile as she patted his cheek.
Just after she’d pulled her hand away, another bullet raced through his head, sending a sloppy pattern of blood and gore onto the pillow. Another crack of a gunshot followed quickly after.
“You need to get out of here! Never mind that!”
“Almost done. I want all of it. I need all of it.”
“He just got shot! He got shot in his goddamn head, Dayzee!”
“Don’t worry. He wasn’t a good man at all. And he still hasn’t lost it. That potion is to die for.”
“Yeah, I guess so! He’s going to heal from that? That stuff is that powerful?”
“I don’t know, Jiff,” she said with her eye lights reflecting off of the man’s blood. “Can’t say one ever got shot before!”
She closed her eyes and slowed her motions, but the smile never left her.
“Dayzee! Someone’s shooting at you!”
She continued her slow up and down motions and said, “Or, you. Maybe they’re shooting at you.”
“What? Why would—”
“If you got the photos I wanted, pack your stuff and go if you’re scared.”
“Aren’t you? How can you keep—”
She turned to him with opened eyes still burning brightly.
“Oh, I can’t stop once I get started. But you go ahead and run. You’re no good to me full of bullet holes.”
Jiff held his camera in one hand while the other protected his face. After jerking open the door, he took one look back and saw Dayzee rubbing her bare breasts on the dead man’s chest, smearing it all around and getting her even more excited. Her hips continued to rise and fall. She turned to smile at Jiff, two blazing eyes flaring at him.
“I know I’m acting crazy, Jiff. I’m not really like this. It’s that damn potion.”
“You’re going to get shot! Get down off of there!”
“I’m glad the shooter’s a lousy aim. Alright, I got all I wanted from this one.”
She slid off of him and lay by his side, where she rolled him onto his side to block two more shots zipping through clean new holes in the window screen. The bullets found his back with dull thuds and little red geysers.
She rolled down off of the bed, leaving the spent man to take two more shots on his own, and she crawled toward the door. She and Jiff had just stepped into the hall, pulled the door shut, and moved off to each side as two bullets ripped through the door.
“Dayzee, who’s trying to kill you?”
Dayzee pulled her tight skirt down and slipped her bra back up into place. She looked down with a grin at the blood she’d smeared all over herself.
“I have no idea, Jiff. But now that the rush is gone, I feel terrible for that poor young man!”
“It wasn’t your fault, Dayzee. You didn’t kill him.”
“It’s still upsetting. This sure isn’t the best way to live.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been doing this a while, but I know there has to be more to life, that’s all I’m saying. I’m going to need a drink or three, but now you know why I chose that name.”
“God, that’s a perfect name for you. Your eyes do that every time?”
“Mm-hmm. Yep. They sure dazzle, don’t they?”
“I saw it, but I still can’t hardly believe it. So, who wants you dead?”
“Oh my God, Jiff, I haven’t exactly been a saint. Blame it on Beverly Hills.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Try to stay alive, obviously! Other than that, I don’t know, but I sure know who I’m going to call. If someone’s trying to kill me, I need the Kildare Killers by my side.”
“Sounds like a dangerous bunch, Dayzee.”
“Yeah, they can be deadly as hell, Jiff. Mostly, though, they’re just obscenely gorgeous!”
Chapter 2 – The Kildare Killers
“Refill, ma’am?”
Marilyn looked up from her magazine and shook back her blond hair with a smile and her bright blue eyes sparkling.
“Yes, thank you.”
The girl serving her in the quaint coffee shop in Kildare poured more hot water and left a full basket of teabags before retreating. At the sound of the tiny bells on the door jangling, Marilyn looked up to see Sophia strutting through the doorway wearing the new black boots she said she’d buy.
“Very stylish, Sissy. Don’t you ever get tired of black, though?”
“Oh, Sis, don’t I look good in black?”
“You sure do. You’re really good at showing off everything too.”
“I like short tops and even shorter skirts, Sis. Clothes should be like a chain link fence: I’m properly covered but not really obstructing the view!”
Marilyn laughed and watched her twin sister fling back her straight black hair, giving a better view of her smiling red lips.
“Well said! You look hot in black, Sissy. You know you do. All the time, though?”
“I’m not as bad as you, at least. You insist on everyone calling you ‘Marilyn,’ and hardly anyone even knows your real name anymore.”
“Well, Sis, no one here would be able to pronounce it anyway.”
“That’s true. Same with mine. Still, though, everyone thinks that’s your real name.”
“Don’t you believe in reincarnation?”
“Oh, don’t even start that again. I’ve been hearing that from you since we got here. They told us to blend in, remember? We had to study the culture and pick a style we thought we’d be comfortable with. Just because you picked Marilyn doesn’t mean you are Marilyn.”
“Well, for a while you thought you wanted to be Elvis, but Elvis never had a chest like that,” she said with a grin while looking down at Sophia’s cleavage showing above her low-cut sweater.
“Not until the jelly donuts caught up with him!”
“Yes, you’re right! I’m glad you gave up that Elvis bit. You’re a seductress, so Sophia is a perfect fit for you.”
“Thanks, Sis.”
Just as Sophia waived for the server, Marilyn’s phone rang in her purse. She slipped it out and gave it a look, smiled, and set it to speaker.
“Dayzee! I was just thinking about you! How are you?”
“Oh, life’s more interesting than I can tell you over the phone. I need your help. Your sister’s too.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
“Someone’s trying to kill me. I barely got away without getting shot.”
“Okay, we knew this would happen eventually, didn’t we? What did we tell you about married men and—”
“No time for a lecture, Mare.”
“Fine. Where are you? We’ll jet over there as quick as we can.”
“I’m still in L.A. When you know your schedule, text me. I’ll meet you at our fave hangout—the Prism. Get here quick, alright?”
“Don’t worry, Dayzee. The Kildare Killers are on their way.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that! I feel better already. Tell your ravishing sister I said hi.”
“I’m right here, Dayzee. Can’t wait to see you again.”
“Hi, Fia! Okay, see you girls soon.”
Marilyn ended the call, put her phone away, and took a sip of her tea. Sophia had received her coffee, and before taking a drink, she held up the cup, and Marilyn clinked hers against it.
“Well, here we go again, Sis, but that’s part of our job, right? When any one of us needs help—and we always do at some point—we have each other’s backs, no matter what it takes.”
“Yes, this time it’s Dayzee. It’ll be nice to see L.A. again anyway. We get our biggest thrills there, don’t we?”
“Oh yeah, Sis. And our biggest kills too.”
“You’re funny, Sissy. You know we’ve never killed anyone there.”
“Not yet,” she said with a smile before her big blue eyes smiled at her sister through the steam rising from the coffee she sipped.
After finishing their drinks, Sophia made a call. Several minutes later, they exited the shop and climbed into their limo for a short drive to the airport. Marilyn tapped on the acrylic separating them from the driver. He turned only enough to show that he was listening. He couldn’t see, but she gave him a playful smile anyway.
“Make it snappy, mister. Don’t make me turn up the heat on you.”
“Oh, Sis, you wouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve that.”
Marilyn turned to face her sister.
“No, of course not. I’m not that kind of girl anymore. He’d like it, though.”
“Yep, he sure would. But then, who’d get us to the airport?”
“I could probably drive this thing if I had to.”
“Oh, sure. You haven’t driven yourself anywhere in years. It’s nothing but limos for you, Ms. Marilyn.”
Marilyn laughed and glanced out her side window before turning back to Sophia.
“You might be right about that. Okay, I’ll just let the man drive.”
Sophia gave her a look with her eyebrows raised.
“For now.”
Their private jet was fueled and ready to go, so they boarded and took their seats.
“Where’s my butler?” Marilyn said with an impatient frown. “I need a drink.”
“Sis, he’s not your butler. He’s a flight attendant. I swear . . .”
Marilyn’s butler took their drink orders, turned away, and began the walk to the galley.
Sophia turned to watch the man walking away to fetch their drinks and prepare for takeoff and said, “You weren’t really going to burn up the driver, were you, Sis?”
“No, I guess not, but I’ve never come close to feeling that good since that one time.”
“Back when we first got to Kildare, that was the best, right? Do you even remember that?”
Marilyn’s face lit up with big smile.
“Of course, I remember! We’d just arrived here as eighteen-year-old twin sisters.”
“Well . . . Earth years, you mean,” Sophia said with a smirk.
“Yes, of course, and right away, I found out how weak earthmen are. I really didn’t know that would happen.”
“Bad for him but good for you?”
“It was really good for me. I don’t regret it much, but that’s only because I didn’t know that would happen.”
Sophia lost her smile and looked into her sister’s eyes.
“It really did bother you to kill him like that, didn’t it?”
“Yes, but you should have seen his face when I was done with him. What did you see that first time for you?”
“What did I see?” said Sophia. “That he looked insanely happy!”
“Dead but happy. That’s how I left him. Isn’t that how you left yours too?”
“Yep, he was happy like you wouldn’t believe, and then he was just dead. He’s still dead.”
“So,” said Marilyn, “we both killed, and we both made them happy. We’re quite a team.”
“The Kildare Killers . . . that’s us. I’m glad Dayzee gave us that name right before she left for Hollywood.”
“Yes, I remember, Sissy. I still wish she hadn’t run off to be a star like that.”
“Well, so did we, Sis. Maybe we should think about moving there permanently too.”
The jet had taxied out and began its screaming dash down the runway. It angled up sharply, pinning the sisters back into their seats, then it began a more gradual climb on its way to the U.S.
“Alright, things have settled down. Tell me again, Sis,” said Sophia, “about the first time. I never get tired of that story.”
“Okay, because I never get tired of telling it. I’d just studied a whole bunch about human culture and decided Marilyn was a good fit for me. At first, I didn’t think anything about how I really was her reincarnated, but after a while, I realized—”
“Right, Sis,” said Sophia with her eyes rolled up.
“Anyway, we had to set up some kind of lives for ourselves so we could fit in, so I enrolled at the local college as a freshman. The very first day, I saw a poster about tryouts for this Broadway type of production. I showed up that evening, and I wore a short white dress, just like that other Marilyn would.”
“I bet that turned some heads.”
“It turned all of them. I’ve been told my legs are quite a sight.”
“They sure are. They’re scrumptious! How about mine, though?”
“Yes, of course!” said Marilyn. “Your legs are so hot! But one guy really caught my eye. I think he was a senior, and he couldn’t stop staring at my legs. After the practice, he and I hid ourselves away and let everyone else leave. The theater had only some dim security lights on, and I walked out to stand at the center of the stage. I wore heels too . . . did I mention that?”
“Yep, you always mention that, and you always wear heels too.”
“Yes, I do, don’t I? So do you, Sissy. Anyway, I stood there looking out over the dark and empty seats, thinking about what I was about to do and also about how I’d like those seats full, watching me with him. Is that a bad thing?”
“No, I don’t think so. Cameras like us. The audience sure would have been shocked, though. And scared!”
“Don’t you mean they would have been turned on?”
“Well, maybe in the beginning,” said Sophia, “then they’d sure be shocked and scared.”
“Yes, they sure would. Anyway, I felt him coming up behind me. I wanted to stand over an exhaust fan, or a grate, or something like that, because that’s what I like to do.”
“That’s what Marilyn does.”
Marilyn nodded and said, “Right, that’s what I do.”
Sophia shook her head with a grin and let her continue.
“There wasn’t any wind to lift up my dress, so I pulled it up myself. I just pulled it all the way up to my waist, and I was wearing the tiniest of white panties. I knew what he saw: my long legs in high white heels with only that thin piece of cloth in the way. That boy didn’t have a chance.”
“No one could resist that! So, what did he do?”
“I felt him kneel behind me, and then his hands were on my hips. I swear I felt him shaking a little. He pulled down on the thin elastic, working my panties down slowly, and I shifted my hips from side to side to help him. He took his time, too, like he was hypnotized.”
“He kind of was, Sis,” said Sophia. “That’s what we do.”
“Yes, we do, don’t we? So, he finally dropped my panties down around my ankles, and I kicked it off into the shadows. Still holding my dress up, I turned to face him. He held me by my thighs and got the first taste of my heat, which at that time was only a normal temperature, of course.”
“Not for long, though, right?”
“No, but it really got hot when he laid himself down on his back. For a human, he sure was ready, if you know what I mean.”
“Do I ever. I always get that reaction too.”
“I know you do, Sissy—you’re absolutely stunning!”
“Of course—we’re twins. So, what happened next?”
“I didn’t waste any time. I knelt on each side of him and made sure we had a good connection. He didn’t give me enough—I’m not sure any human male can—but it still felt good, and I liked the smile on his face.”
“Then, you started giving it to him good, right? And then—”
“Yes, and then, I felt my heat turn on. Like it’s supposed to. Only then did I wonder if a human can take that kind of heat, but it felt so good that I couldn’t stop. I was really giving it to him, up and down, over and over, and I felt the temperature climbing. My thighs were starting to singe him, and I felt my hands getting hot on his chest too. I smelled burning hair first.”
“The heat does make it feel so much better.”
“It really does, Sissy. I was hot all over, but then he got this anguished look on his face, and I knew it was too much for him. Right then, I learned that humans are so fragile, but I still couldn’t stop.”
“So, you didn’t stop, did you?”
“I sure didn’t. I knew it hurt by the look on his face, even with that big smile of his, but he didn’t want to get away. He never stopped smiling, even when the glow from my heat lit up the stage floor all around us. And . . . the pleasure I felt when I let it loose all the way. God, Sissy, it was delicious. I felt bad for him, but I was crazy with pleasure, and I only smiled at my hands burning into him too.”
“He still didn’t try to get away?”
“No, he loved it. He still smiled, but really, he was mostly dead at that point. I still didn’t stop. I kept working on him and squeezed him with all the heat I had. I knew he was frail and that I’d killed him, but it felt so good that I didn’t care. At the time, I figured it was his own fault for being so weak.”
“They sure are weak, aren’t they?”
“Oh, yes, and I didn’t feel bad about killing him until after I’d had a monster orgasm. I swear, Sissy, it was like raw electricity racing all through me, but especially you know where.”
“I do know where. It’s like that for me too. We’re sure built to feel good, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are,” said Marilyn. “Do you think human men can sense that?”
“Yep, Sis, just by looking at us. When you finally finished and stood up, and you looked down at him, what did you see? Oh, this is the best part!” Sophia said while struggling to not laugh out loud.
“He was all burned up everywhere I’d touched him, even the bright palm prints on his chest, and he was smoldering everywhere. Once that fire gets going, nothing stops it!”
“It’s really something.”
“I stood right above him, over the smoking ashes, and a few drops fell onto what was left of him a couple of times. Each drop made the sweetest sizzling popping sound. I didn’t plan that. It’s just that we . . . you know . . . we really get into it.”
“Keep going. Keep going.”
“Okay. He was still burning, but I wanted to hurry it up so I could get out of there. So, I lay down on top of him so that my arms and legs were over his. I was still tingling all over, and I just let go. I let my heat all the way out, and I roasted him to ashes everywhere. I felt myself sinking closer to the stage every second.”
“You were still looking at him, right? How did he look?”
“Oh, Sissy, he still had the cutest smile!”
“Until you burned him down to nothing?”
Marilyn nodded her head with a smile and said, “Yes, and it didn’t take long.”
“He got more happiness than he could survive, right?”
“He was just a weak human, but he sure did die happy!”
With a more serious expression, Sophia said, “They’re all going to die anyway, Sis.”
“I think that even if he knew what would happen to him, he still wouldn’t have turned back.”
“Of course . . . who would? You’re really hot, Sis.”
“So are you, Sissy!”
“I think you’re hotter than the other Marilyn ever was.”
“Aw, thanks. Ever since then, that’s all I do. I keep the temperature down and treat them real nice. I always feel that heat itching to cut loose, but so far, I’ve been good. It was just that one time before I knew what would happen.”
Sophia tilted her head and said, “You know what the humans call that?”
“Yes, you’ve told me before: spontaneous combustion. That’s not a good name for it, though. I’d call it orgasmic combustion.”
“Clueless humans have no idea.”
The jet had leveled off, and their attendant brought two glasses and a bottle before returning to the galley.
Marilyn filled their glasses, handed one to Sophia, and said, “As long as we’re reminiscing, tell me about your first time, okay, Sissy?”
“You know that I could do it the same way as you, right?”
“Yes, and sometimes you want to, don’t you?”
“Sometimes, but I’m more of a touchy-feely kind of girl, especially with a fresh manicure.”
Marilyn took a look down at her sister’s nails and said, “Oh, how cute. Looks like you’re about ready for someone, then.”
Sophia glanced quickly at the cockpit, then back to her sister and said, “The pilot?”
“Oh, Sissy, you’d better not!”
“Okay, let’s let him live. That first time, huh? That was on the same day you made your debut on a stage. I didn’t want to follow you off to college, so I took a job at that diner we just left.”
“I remember that it wasn’t spontaneous combustion. They figured the guy had some freak accident with the oven, wasn’t that right?”
“Well, I wanted to cover my tracks some. I thought another pile of ashes right after your little romp at the college would be too shocking for the town to accept. So, I scooped up what was left of him and stuffed it all in the pizza oven.”
Marilyn giggled and said, “Tell me again, and don’t leave out the good details!”
“Alright, I was working a late shift with this cute guy named Dustin. He was finishing up in the kitchen, and I cleaned up the last of the tables. After all the customers had gone, I locked the front door and wanted only to find Dustin. Just like you, I didn’t know human men were so weak. Why weren’t we told about that?”
Marilyn shrugged and said, “I guess they wanted us to figure this world out on our own.”
“Yep, and we sure did. We each killed a guy first, though. We roasted them alive.”
“But they did love it, Sissy.”
“Yep, they sure did,” said Sophia. “That got us a good name too.”
“Yes, the Kildare Killers.”
They clinked champagne glasses.
“If we ever have a moment of weakness and cut loose with the heat, whoever we pick will love it, too, won’t they?”
“Yep, you know it,” said Sophia.
They toasted again, finished their drinks, and poured more.
“Anyway, I hurried back into the kitchen to find Dustin. I was wearing all black—”
“Like always.”
“—and he couldn’t take his eyes off of my thighs because my short skirt barely covered anything. He liked the boots, too, I could tell, but all that skin really drew him in.”
“You do have flawless skin. Really hot,” Marilyn said while peering down at her sister’s legs.
“You too, Sis. So, there wasn’t any reason for small talk or seduction or anything like that. He knew what he wanted, and he knew I wanted it too. He backed me up against the counter, and I pulled my skirt up. Can you imagine the look on his face when he saw I wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt? Now, that was a big smile.”
“Who wouldn’t smile at a sight like that? Anyone would!”
“Thanks, Sis . . . same to you.”
They tapped their drink glasses together.
“Dustin dropped his pants, and boy, was he ever ready for me. He got close and poked around while we both giggled, then he got himself all the way in, right where we both wanted him to be. With his right hand, he held my left thigh and raised my leg up. His left hand found my breasts, and he probably thought he was squeezing them too hard, but he couldn’t have known how rough we like it.”
“We do like it rough.”
“Even though we’re so soft,” said Sophia. “Why is that?”
“I think we like being reminded how soft we are, Sissy.”
“Yep, that’s probably it. You’re quite profound sometimes. Anyway, I held his head in what he probably thought was a gentle, kind of romantic way while he was giving me everything he could.”
“Which wasn’t enough, was it?”
“No, it never is. Not on this planet.”
“It’s still pretty fun, though, isn’t it?”
“Yep, it really is. Earthmen do make a good effort. So, I started heating him up, and he got this scared look. Then, he felt the barbs holding him in.”
“I’ve never used my barbs. I should try it sometime. He’d never be able to pull back out,” Marilyn said with a grin.
“Not all the way. He could still keep plenty busy; he just couldn’t get away. Do you think any man would ever want to escape us?”
“No, I guess not, Sissy. I promise I’ll try that sometime soon.”
Sophia nodded and said, “Yep, you should. At first, he was just confused because he could feel me holding him in, but it still wasn’t enough to hurt.”
“And then it did hurt, didn’t it?”
“Oh yeah, and you know how that destroys a man’s will, too, but not his excitement. I think somehow, the pain of it gets them going even more. Such strange creatures. Anyway, he was terrified, and he still couldn’t get back out of me. That’s when I felt my heat going mostly into my hands. I didn’t know that would happen. I really didn’t.”
“Your hands got hot!” Marilyn said and clapped her hands.
“Oh, did they ever.”
“Did you have a cute manicure, Sissy?”
“I sure did. He couldn’t move his head or even scream, but his eyes looked from one side to the other as he felt my palms burning into him. It smelled so good to me. Just drove me mad with pleasure, even though I felt kind of bad for him.”
“Yes, but not bad enough to stop. What is it about the smell of humans like that?”
“I don’t know, but I absolutely love it.”
“I think we just like being that hot, Sissy. The aroma reminds us of how hot we are.”
“See? There you go again, being all philosophical. So, I could feel this massive orgasm building, and poor Dustin, he was just about to have his, too, despite all the pain and burning. Even though he was almost dead. I sent more heat to my hands and prayed the smoke alarms wouldn’t go off. They didn’t. My burning hands pulled him in close, and he got all my heat. I mean all of it, Sis. It was the sweetest explosion I’ve ever felt.”
“And Dustin? Tell me again what he did!”
“Alright, he was dead and burning and smoking, and he still gave me everything he had. How can they still finish when they’re dead, Sis?”
“We’ll never figure it out. Very curious creatures. God, it’s exciting just thinking about doing that again someday.”
“I know, Sis. I’ve never felt anything that good.”
“Until the next time you did it?”
Sophia shook her head and sighed deeply.
“No, there hasn’t been a ‘next time’ for me either. Not with the barbs and burning and all that fun stuff. I held him there for a while, just savoring the tingling running all through me. Only then did I realize I’d made a real mess of the place. So, I picked up the smoldering pieces of him, swept up all the ashes, and I jammed it all into the oven, which I turned up as high as it could go. I don’t think anyone had any idea how that had happened to him.”
“I like that. You framed the oven.”
“I sure did.”
Still grinning, Marilyn said, “They never suspected you, did they?”
“Nope. It scared the shit out of everyone so bad that they just wanted to get what was left of him into the ground. Nobody figured a girl as cute as me would ever do something like that to him.”
“You really are cute, Sissy.”
“So are you, Sis,” Sophia said with a big smile. “I believe we can get away with just about anything here.”
“I kind of love Earth sometimes, Sissy!”