Death by Chocolate

DING-dong-DING

The unexpected sound of the doorbell shook Alex from his afternoon slumber. “Whothehellcanatbe?” he slurred as he sat up on his couch, wiping his eyes and bracing himself. “Damn solicitors, stupid ass postman,” Alex muttered under his breath as he pushed himself up, slipped on his socked feet into his black slides and made his way to the front door. His six foot two frame allowed him to flip up the small curtain and look out the slender pane of clear glass decorating the door. His irritation mellowed into a sly grin as the offending bell ringer was not a salesman or postman, but rather one of the current object of his affection – Rebecca.

Rebecca was dressed in a flowy, flowery yellow sundress with matching scarf and heels. Her curly, shoulder length brunette hair framed her flawless tan face. She was cradling a plastic bag in both hands, her small purse looped around her elbow. She was a few years older than Alex, but that age difference never crossed his mind. She had the athletic figure of a woman half her age and expertly cared for her skin. As Alex’s mind started to wonder if she was wearing a thong or nothing at all he was just standing and staring.

“Great job, numbnuts,” Alex sighed as he opened the door, brightening into a, “Good afternoon, gorgeous.” Alex leaned in for a quick peck on her ruby lips and asked, “do you need some help with that?” pointing to the bag.

“Oh, this is for you. You do like cake, don’t you?”, Rebecca asked.

“You know I do. Is it chocolate?” Alex replied.

“Of course,” Rebecca grinned, “I had taken a few of these to my client’s offices today, but I had one left and I figured it was a good excuse to come see you. I hope you don’t mind”

“Baby, why on earth would I mind? That cake looks good, but I have another idea to satisfy my sweet tooth,” Alex smoothly replied as grabbed the bag in one hand and slipped the other behind her tiny waist and pulled her toward him.

“Not so fast, Romeo,” Rebecca playfully shot back and kissed him full on the lips for a moment before continuing, “I really need to get back to the office, but I will be back over here at 5:30 to, how did you say, satisfy your sweet tooth.”

“Deal. That should give me time to finish resting up so that I can properly thank you for such an unexpected treat”, holding up the bag, Alex kissed her once more and walked her to the door. “Bye”

“Bye”

“Hey hey, I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave”

Rebecca blew him a kiss, got into her SUV, pulled out of the driveway, smiled, waved and drove off.

Alex closed the door and set the bag on the counter. The heavy cake settled on the counter with a thud. He opened the crinkling bag and removed the cake, resetting the pastry next to his coffee maker. He smiled as he tried to figure out how to open the container. He fiddled with the plastic contraption for a full minute before the clear dome separated from the base with a loud POP!

“A little taste won’t hurt.” Alex slid his finger around the base of the cake, carefully skimming the icing into a large dollop and popping it into his mouth. “Ugh. That’s fucking terrible.” Alex turned, opened the fridge and took a swig of cold milk to wash down the plug of chocolate decoration. Alex capped the milk, closed the refrigerator door turned back to cap the cake.

“I guess she got a bad batch. I should text her and let her know something was wrong with the cake.” Alex slipped his phone from his pocket and texted:

I think the cake is spoiled.

Might want to let your clients know before they eat it

Alex made his way to the bathroom to brush the awful taste of cake and milk from his taste buds. Once Alex spit the foul taste out of his mouth, he returned to the kitchen and spent a few minutes straightened the counter before recapping the cake dome with a loud PAMP that almost sounded like a car door closing. He started toward the front door, stepping in front of the couch. Before he passed the end of the couch, his eyes were starting to feel heavy. He started to feel a loss of control of his limbs and slumped into the couch. As he laid back his last sight and sound was Rebecca opening the door, grinning devilishly singing, “Night, night.”

The loud pop stirred Alex. He was laid out on the couch, his wrists bound by Rebecca’s scarf, and duct taped secured around his socks holding his ankles together. He tried to speak, but a ball of fabric wedged in his mouth stopped all but a muffled grunt. Rebecca walked in from the kitchen, the cake in one palm, a knife and fork in the other hand.

“No need to scream or struggle, Alex. I was hoping you would get into this special treat later tonight, but when you texted me that the cake didn’t taste right, I knew you’d already set my plan in motion. You see, I know that you’ve been helping yourself to quite a buffet of pleasures while you’ve been seeing me.”

Alex’s eyes widened at Rebecca’s accusation. She sat on the coffee table, setting the cake, knife and fork at her side. She crossed her legs and leaned toward Alex brushing a stray hair from his forehead.

“Ah, yes. I see from your eyes that you know exactly what I am talking about. Michelle from the gym? Amanda from the smoothie bar? Jessica from the smoke shop? I am sure there are more, but let’s just say that none of those sluts will be of much importance to you after tonight.” Rebecca leaned back and grabbed the knife.

Alex let out a muffled scream.

“Oh, darling, I am not going to stab you. I am going to help you enjoy this delicious cake. You know that I am a pharmaceutical rep, but I kinda left out the part where I let you know that most of the products I rep are pretty potent anesthetics such as ketamine. It’s not too difficult to add to food or drinks. And it looks like it worked pretty well. I was just going to feed you this until you choked to death on it anyway.”

Rebecca reached into her purse and pulled out a small vial.

“All the police will find in your pocket is this dose of K and just assume you OD’d while you were stuffing your face. Now, be a good boy and don’t scream. There is really no way out of this and I would really appreciate it if you did me the courtesy of not fucking me over on this. I was good to you, but I guess that wasn’t enough.”

Panic washed over Alex. He wasn’t sure if he could refrain from pissing himself; the wet warmth radiating from his shorts confirmed his suspicion.

Rebecca gently sliced a piece of the chocolate cake and loaded the fork. She reached over and pulled her yellow undies from Alex’s mouth. “I know how you like my sexy thongs. I figured the least I could do would be to let you taste me one last time. Now, open wide.”

Alex gulped a dry swallow, “I… I… I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Oh, darling, you hurt me plenty. Imagine my surprise. Running into Michelle at the OBGYN with similar complaints. All it takes is for two girls to start talking and putting together the pieces that the same guy gave them both the clap. Then the others kinda make themselves known after we all happen to be at the pharmacy picking up prescriptions. What are the chances that you would have a week of your greatest sexual conquests, burn them all and wind up flat on your back in a puddle of piss? Anyway, enough chatting. I feel like a Bond villain. Good bye, asshole. Open wide.”