Page 108 of My Girl

“It’s a male strip club though, right?” the redhead asks. “I don’t know if I can handle seeing another pretty woman.”

Rae winks, pushing her breasts together with her arms. Of course, this look-alike is falling for Rae’s charms. Rae is a natural at tricking people; I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s seduced women before.

Rae motions for me to follow, and the three of us slide into my truck. Rae sits in the middle.

I lock the car doors.

“Hey, baby,” Rae says. “You got anything for us to drink?”

Rae and I exchange eye contact. I nod toward the water bottles. “Help yourselves.”

She hands one to the girl.

“Here,” Rae says. “Hydrate, babe. This place—” she laughs to herself. “It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before.”

“I’ve been to a male strip club,” the redhead says as she gulps down the liquid. I smirk to myself, and Rae winks at me.

This time, the bottle contains a sedative. The redhead drinks enough that she slumps down, sleeping on Rae’s thighs, snoring loudly.

I shift my hand between Rae’s legs, my knuckles brushing the redhead’s hair.

“You’re evil,” Rae says as she spreads her legs, giving herself to me. My thumb teases her clit, the redhead’s hair tangled in my fingers and Rae’s juices.

“So are you,” I murmur.

At the mall, I use my old keys to get into Ned’s office. We turn off the security cameras, then we carry the girl inside of the Galloway House and set her down on the living room floor.

I glance around. With the new paint, it’s brighter than it’s ever been, even at night.

The redhead stirs.

“What is this?” she mumbles. “Where are we?”

Rae hands the girl another bottle of water. “Here,” she says. “You passed out. I took you back to my house. I hope that’s all right.”

“Mmm,” the woman says, drinking the liquid down. Then she’s back out again, lying on the floor.

We move Ned’s corpse right next to her. Then I offer the knife to Rae. She wraps her hands around mine, the handle clutched between us.

“You don’t need me to help you,” I say.

“Of course not,” she says. “I just want to kill this one together.”

The knife plunges into the girl’s body, mashing into her stomach. Blood splatters to the side, painting us red, and I lock eyes with Rae. My little girl’s eyes grow hungry, and my dick bulges in my pants.

She’s evil, just like me. And god, I want to rip her open right now.

“Let’s go,” Rae says feverishly. “We need to get out of here.”

I squirt gasoline from the canister, dousing Ned, the redhead, and the house.

In the entryway, Rae lights a match and throws it on the ground.

Flames swallow the house, and the two of us run back into the desert night to watch it unfold. The fire burns orange and yellow, smoke lifting into the black sky. Rae clings to me, my sweet little girl’s breath escaping her in short bursts. Fear. Panic. Violence. Arousal.

Sirens whistle in the distance. The fire truck pulls up, the horn blaring into the night. I wrap my arms around Rae, grasping her breasts, and she leans into me. A boulder and cacti obstruct our view, but I maneuver us so that Rae can see the chaos unfold. I want her to witness every depraved thing we’ve accomplished together.

I slide my hands in the front of her pants. She’s soaked.