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Every Dog Has Its Day

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[erotic horror, horror, interracial sex, serial killer, Halloween, murder mystery, erotica]

It’s October, and a serial killer is stalking the unfaithful. Dubbed ‘Bad Kitty’ by the press, she seduces married men at Halloween parties and, using their lust, lures them to their deaths.

Detective Josh Wilson is not only the lead detective on the case, but because of his adulterous nature, is also her chosen prey. Along with his partner Matt Dennings, Josh discovers that Bad Kitty is a schizophrenic with two distinct personalities.

One is a childlike girl named Kitty who is harmless, but the other, Sophia, is a stone-cold killer hell-bent on protecting her Kitty and the woman whose body they share. While also contending with his wife Sheri and their failing marriage, Josh closes in on Bad Kitty and, after a near miss that almost costs him his life, they discover where she will strike next.

It’s Halloween, and Josh and Matt are at one of the biggest parties of the year. They’re convinced they will catch their cat, but Sophia and Kitty have other plans, and that's to show Josh that sooner or later Every Dog Has Its Day!

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      “Hmm, now that I got you where I want you, whatever will I do?”
      “Maybe take off that dress and fuck me?” Tim suggested to the tall masked woman looking down at him as he lay naked on the bed.
      “Men.” She sighed, giving her long blonde hair a dramatic toss. “No imagination at all. You can do better than that.”
      “I can’t do much of anything like this.” Tim tugged hard on his wrists, managing to lift them a couple of inches before the soft purple ropes stopped his progress.
      His ankles were also bound, and his leg jerked against them when she tickled the sole of his foot with her gloved fingers.
      “No excuse,” she chided.
      “Okay, how about we start with that mask, and let me see the rest of that gorgeous face of yours?”
      “Better,” she giggled while touching the black cat mask that covered her face from the mouth up. “At least that’s nicer than ‘let’s do it.’”
      “Do it?” Tim laughed. “I said fuck.”
      “But that’s a bad word.” She giggled again and he smiled at her.
      “I’m a bad man.” He winked. “Now, how about you tell me your name?”
      “I told you, Kitty. Miss Kitty.”
      “A very pretty kitty.”
      “Aww, aren’t you sweet?”
      Sweet was not what Tim was feeling as his eyes worked their way up and down her body; to call the dress a mini would be giving it credit. Below the black tail sticking out of the back, the cheeks of her ass were visible anytime she moved, and the top was transparent except for two strategically placed silver paw prints over her nipples. She was wearing a pair of soft furry black gloves, black knee high boots with fur trim, and heels so high he was amazed she was able to walk; the hottest fuck-me boots he’d ever seen.
      Because of the mask, only her eyes and the lower part of her face was visible, but her deep red lips were full and inviting. Blowjob lips if he’d ever seen them, and her eyes were a dazzling emerald green—so bright he assumed they were contacts, but damn sexy, nonetheless.
      “Come taste me and find out,” he offered.
      She shook her head, her blonde hair flying around the black mask.
      “Oh, come on.” He was getting a little frustrated now; he hadn’t come here to talk. “You’re not playing fair.”
      “That’s the point, Timmy.” She smiled, her teeth white and even, as perfect as the rest of her. “All you like to do is use your dick, but tonight is your lucky night.”
      “Why’s that?” He looked down at his cock, which at the moment was starting to lose interest while she stood there in no hurry to do anything but tease.
      “Because tonight I’m going to teach you some new tricks.” This was spoken in a seductive purr, and Tim wondered what her game was.
      From the time she’d approached him at the party at the Omni, Kitty—the only name she would give—had alternated between coming onto him like a slut in heat to acting like a giddy teenage girl. Not that there was anything wrong with a schoolgirl fantasy; hell, he’d paid for it several times. But the back and forth was getting weird...


Word Count: 78,750

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