FINDING HIS EVIL

Leroy was almost beginning to regret taking the cleaning job at the hospital. The pay was not much and the hours were late, leaving him little time for hanging out with his friends or anything else. By the time his work finished, it was early morning and everyone in the normal world was just beginning their own days. This was never more apparent than on Friday nights, Leroy thought, as he lingered in the mop closet taking his half hour break. As he set to resume his work, Johnny, the old black man who worked on the lower floors, showed up in the doorway.
"Seems I'm not feeling so good, think I got that virus that's been going around..."
More like you want to take your lazy, no good, black ass out of here and get 40 oz to freedom, thought Leroy.
"Looks like they need you more downstairs then up here, so they sent me to come and get ya 'for I leave. I don't reckon you ever did downstairs? Well, i jus' about finished everything up, 'cept the second floor nurse's entrance has to be swept up, but that there can wait until the next shift 'less you get bored. Only thing to do, young feller, is visit way downstairs and see if there needs anything doing."
Not quite catching on to what the old guy meant by "way downstairs", Leroy thought, this can't be so bad after all. He walked out of the closet and to the elevator with Johnny. Johnny pressed the G button for ground floor. Before he stepped off at his floor, Johnny nodded and hit the big black M button and the metal doors clicked and the elevator began it's slow decent downstairs. As Leroy waited for it to stop, he glanced at the buttons. He noticed the old man had passed over a square orange button clearly labeled BASEMENT, for the M button. Strange, he thought.
Must be two separate basement buttons.
In no time the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Leroy pushed his cleaning cart off the elevator and into a small corridor. Everything was white, and looked eerie in the fluorescent glow of the overhead lights. The elevator clicked then began it's journey back upstairs. Looking straight ahead, he saw a metal door with a small glass window at the top, which was concealed by a dark curtain. The door read, MORGUE. To the left of the door was a smaller door, closed but showing a light beneath it. That was all. Not knowing what he was expected to clean, Leroy
reluctantly walked up to the smaller door and was about to tap on it when it opened from the inside.
"Oh! Hi! I wasn't quite sure to expect anyone. Well..."
She was not what he had expected, either. She was young, probably 28-30. And pretty. She had Shoulder length auburn hair, green eyes. She had on a white lab coat, but other than that was dressed pretty normal, a wine colored shirt that was kind of low cut, black pants, black shoes and silver jewelry.
"So...anyway, my name's Paula, and you are?"
"Leroy, ahh, would you know what it is I'm supposed to clean, I'm not sure..."
"Oh god, Leroy, I'm not sure either. You see, I'm not from down here. I'm just a lab tech, they called me in to fill in for the regular night technician on account of him being-"
"Out with that virus."
"Exactly. I just got here an hour ago myself. I've been sitting in the office waiting for a call in, all I have to do is buzz them into the morgue and sign the paperwork, just sit in there by the phone and wait, otherwise, pretty easy. Anyway, as you see there's not much down here. As for cleaning, I know I 'm not allowed to let any floor workers into the morgue, so I know you don't have anything to do in there...the office bathroom's real clean, so no, I guess you can leave, pretty much."
"Ok. Is it cool with you if I just go and clean the bathroom anyway? I know if i go upstairs right away the supervisor's gonna see me and put me back to work on my own floor and i'm kind of trying to avoid that."
"Sure. Hey, like I said, the bathrooms really clean. Why don't you come hang out with me in the office while I sneak a cigarette, instead?"
He followed her into the office. It was actually pretty comfortable in there, more home like compared to the sterility of the corridor outside. There was a desk, a soft carpet and even a loveseat against the back wall. Their was a door behind the desk and another one next to the sofa, which he could see was the bathroom. Paula, took her smokes out of her purse on the desk and went into the bathroom and hit a vent switch.
"If anyone in charge caught me doing this, my boss would have my ass."
"I'll never tell" he said.
"Do you like Bacardi?" she asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, I found a pint in the bottom drawer in the desk, ya want some?"
"If you do."
She set her cigarette on the edge of the sink and retrieved the bottle. Taking a sip, she handed it over to Leroy, who also took a sip.
"I've seen you around the hospital, you know." Paula said, "I work on many different floors, mainly filling in like i am now. I've seen you cleaning a few nights."
Leroy looked down. He was pretty shy, especially with women, especially really pretty ones like Paula.
"I always thought you looked like a nice guy, are you Leroy, a nice guy?"
Again, Leroy didn't know what she wanted him to say. Girls were totally strange sometimes.
"Well, I think you probably are...now, do you think I am a nice girl?"
"Ahh, yeah, sure, you're a nice girl." He said. He kind of felt weird now, and wanted to get out of there, even if it meant going back upstairs.
"I guess I seem like a nice girl..." Paula said. She took off the white coat and pulled her shirt down, now it was really low cut. "And maybe I am, I do so try to be...but the things i like really can't be called "nice"." She sat on the sofa.
Leroy just stood there.
"Here, do you want another drink?" She asked, although it sounded more as if she were telling him to.
"Yeah, I think I better have..." He was ready to get out of there in one way, but in another way he really wanted to stay. Maybe for just this once, whatever happens happens, he thought. This girl didn't know how shy he was, maybe he could pull this off. Especially without his friends around, they usually laughed at him for being so shy, but her, she didn't know.
"Do you want to know something?" Leroy looked intently at her. "I really am attracted to you. As a matter of fact, I've seen you outside of work as well, at the bar. Yes. But do you know, I am very, very shy and I never had the nerve to come up and talk to you. Isn't that something, a woman my age being so shy?"
"Well, I guess I am the same way...but you, you are to pretty to be so shy." He sat next to her on the sofa.
"Do you really think so, that I am pretty?" She asked.
"Yeah. You're really hot looking, actually." He couldn't believe he was here saying these things, he took another drink.
"Do you have girlfriend?"
"No." He said.
"I know, it's so hard working nights, and lonely, too." She looked straight at him. He looked at the floor.
"Do you ever get lonely? And bored, so bored..."
She moved much closer. He could feel her warmth in the coolness of the room. She smelled so good, he hadn't realized it until now, but he hadn't been this close to a girl in a long while.
"Yeah, like tonight. My friends are all out and I 'm stuck here, at work." He kind of looked up at her. Her eyes were deep and very pretty.
"It could be worse..." She gazed at the door behind the desk.
"What do you mean?" He followed her eyes to the door.
"Have you ever been in there?" She asked, staring at the door. It had no lettering on it, but he knew it went to the morgue.
"No." He was feeling a bit excited.
"I have, a few times. Like I said, it gets so lonely nights...and I 'm so shy...would you like to go
in there with me?"
"Yes." She stood up and he did as well, but a bit slower after the Bacardi. She took his hand and walked behind the desk and opened the door, leading him in.

They entered the room. A cold and antiseptic chill overcame them as they left the office and closed the door behind them. Paula ran her hand up the side of the wall and hit a switch causing the fluorescent tubes of light on the ceiling to flicker then cast a surreal glow over the morgue. Leroy was surprised to see that it was not merely one big room, but several compartments forming a long rectangle. On the left side of the rectangle, running the entire length of it, were the metal body drawers, 4 high and what looked to be about 30 across. On the opposite wall were glass cases, shelving various metal instruments, plastic tubing and bottles and vials of strange colored liquids. Three metal examining tables stood in the center of the front compartment, empty. In the back compartments there appeared to be a laboratory and a great porcelain basin with a large mirror above it. Paula walked away from him, in the direction of the tables, her footsteps echoing into the high ceiling. She leaned against the middle table and glanced in the direction of the drawers, then looked at Leroy.
"There are eleven, tonight." She said matter of factly. "Bodies, that is, Leroy." She added hastily. "But only 2 or three of any consequence, really."
Leroy stared at her, and she knew what he was questioning.
"Yes, only a couple in which we would be interested in viewing, as the others are not...suitable. There are five elderly people, a black girl and an infant, poor adorable thing...would you like to see her before we move on?" Paula offered.
"No. No, I don't think so." Leroy interrupted her.
"Right, of course." Paula stepped towards the drawers and ran her fingers across the numbers on them, as if looking in a filing cabinet. She stopped at number 5 and pulled the drawer out. The slab on which the figure veiled in a white sheet lay upon was thick, like a dining table. She quickly moved on to numbers 20 and 23, wasting no time pulling them out, as well. Then, standing next to the number 5, she pulled back the sheet to reveal a middle aged Spanish woman. Her eyes were sunken and her hair soaked in blood.
"Carmen came in early this morning. She was in a terrible accident, it seems, DOA. I flipped through the charts when I first came in." Paula explained.
Leroy glared at the corpse interestedly.
"She's ok, i had to show you, however here is what you will like. I'm dying to know which one will turn out to be your favorite." She said with a crooked smile, as she pushed Carmen back into the wall and advanced to numbers 20 and 23.
"And this little lady is Sasha." She announced as she completely pulled the covering off of number 20.
Leroy felt his heart skip and his hands shaking as he looked down at the girl. She was exquisite, almost like a China doll. She was completely undressed, her long black hair spilling over her pale skin. Her face was tilted to the side and peaceful, as if asleep, except her eyes were wide open caught in a glassy stare.
"14 years old. Passed away about three hours ago from pneumonia. She would still be nearly room temperature, except of course for being closed up in this horrid drawer. Here, Leroy, feel how soft her skin is, how good she feels..." Paula took his hand and placed it on Sasha's face. Taking his other hand, Paula wrapped the dark hair around his wrist and closed his hand around it. "Her hair, it's just like silk isn't it? To be this young again! She certainly is a rarity, that's for sure. You don't see a creature like this pass through here very often."
But Leroy wasn't hearing anything Paula was saying, it seemed like he was in a haze. The way one feels when holding there breath to the point of blacking out. He slowly moved close to her face and leaning in so far yet not yet touching her, he could feel her coldness radiating from her and smell her fragrance, being partly the sweetness of a child and the staleness of death. He lightly kissed her lips then began caressing her body with the hand that was on her face. He moved slowly down her neck and further down, at which point Paula stood behind him. She began to kiss his neck and undo his belt. Now, he had completely forgotten about being shy, it was as if he were dreaming or watching a film of someone else...Now he was on the drawer, over Sasha. He turned his head and leaned into Paula's face, kissing her for the first time. She dropped his clothes, which she had been holding, to the floor and began running her hands through the tresses of long, dark hair, watching as he started to fuck her. He couldn't remember how long he had taken to cum, it was unlike fucking any live girl, the entire time he was fucking her he had the sensation of being under water or in a bubble, time was of no essence. He felt the heat of his body which accentuated her coldness, she felt like melting snow beneath him. He pushed himself off of her and leaned against the wall of drawers. Paula smiled at him and rested her hands on Sasha's legs, slowly pushing them apart; she went down on her. Leroy looked at her, he was beginning to regain his senses.
"Oh my God, she's fucking licking my cum out of a dead girl." He thought. "And I think I 'm falling in love with her!" He waited until she was finished.
"You are so sweet." She said, smiling at him. He smiled back. He wasn't even thinking 2 seconds ahead, when Paula directed his attention to number 23.
"Now Dear, I do understand that you've quite spent yourself and that you're probably completely exhausted, however, you must at least make Tabitha's acquaintance."
She threw back the sheet as she had with number 20. "Tabitha, 25, expired yesterday afternoon, drowned, the poor thing. Suicide. Can you believe the things young women do for love. I dare think that it can make one go insane. Left a note, too, i came across it in her file. Apparently her lover had driven her to the this point, she just felt this was the only way to rid herself of him. Such a waste..." Paula added, as she gazed at Tabitha, a tall girl with long blonde hair. She looked at Leroy who was drinking in the girl with his eyes.
"I'm not one for blondes, myself. However, I can plainly see you're very much taken with her!" She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh dear...only an hour before my shift ends! I must undo the damage to Sasha and make sure everything is in perfect order in here...Oh Leroy, I'm so sorry but you're going to have to get dressed and be going before anyone misses you, as well. But don't you worry, you haven't seen the last of Tabitha. Things are getting better for you by the moment, for I have a surprise for you!"
Now he was dressed and Paula was ushering him through the door to the office. "I'm going to write down my cell number for you first...now...it's a long story, but i will explain everything to you when we meet again. You will see Tabitha again within the week, i promise." She handed him a scrap of paper with her cell number written on it. "You won't forget to call me tomorrow, will you?"
"No, God no, Paula." He took the number and let her walk him to the elevator. He pressed the up button and the elevator arrived very quickly. He held the door and looked and Paula.
"Good bye, Leroy." She kissed him and he smiled, letting the doors close.

As soon as the time was right, Leroy slowly dialed the numbers to Paula's cell. She answered on the first ring.
"Leroy?"
She must have been waiting for me to call, he thought.
"Hey."
"Oh, I 'm so glad to hear from you! I wasn't sure if you would back out..." Her voice sounded small on the line.
"No. No, I can't back out now, can I?" He asked cheerfully.
"Of course not...have you got a pen? I'm going to give you an address. Please meet me in the side garden at exactly 7pm Thursday night, wear something nice."
Leroy took down the address and waited out the rest of the week on pins and needles. When Thursday arrived, he called out sick. He dressed quickly and left to find the address, which happened to be in the next town. As he pulled onto the street of the address, he had to circle the block twice in order to find a place to park, as there were cars up and down the entire street. As he walked up the street, it didn't take him long to realize he was headed to a funeral parlor. He looked down, as to avoid looking at some of the mourners who had gathered in front of the building to wait for others and smoke. The side garden was dark. He walked down a small path leading to the back of the funeral parlor and met Paula, sitting beneath a white lilac bush having a cigarette. She looked a bit dismayed and tired. He smiled at her, but she only returned the gesture slightly.
"Are we going to go in?" He asked quietly.
"Yes, yes. But not through the front entrance. This viewing, it's not Tabitha's...I am going to take you to the mortuary, were she is. Her viewing is not until tomorrow evening. You'll be able to see her for about 45 minutes. After that Renata is leaving and Uncle Claude will be busy with the service you see gathering now." She quickly explained.
"And who are they, how did you swing this?" Leroy asked admiringly.
"I was going to get to that...Claude is my father's brother and Renata is their half sister, they own the place.
While i was in school, i worked here part time, nothing exciting, just filing papers. I had my own key, and one night i came in unscheduled, i couldn't sleep and had decided to get some work done. While I was setting up to work, i began hearing strange sounds coming from the back, the mortuary. I was quite frightened, as i suspected that they were being robbed. I ran out of the office and into the corridor, i planned on getting out of there and heading upstairs to the apartment that Renata and Claude share, to call the police. No sooner had I left the office, however, then Renata stepped through the doors of the mortuary. She was wearing a black, lacy slip and had her hair down- I 'd never seen her this way and nearly didn't recognize her. She motioned for me to be silent. She took my hand and led me into the back, were i had never been. It all happened so quickly that i hadn't time to even think. The mortuary was dimly lit by a small candle burning on the side of one of the sinks. On the embalming table there lay what appeared to be a body. Only when, in my mind, did i question the whereabouts of my uncle, did i realize the body was in fact him."
"Were you frightened?" Leroy asked, sympathetically.
"Yes. And No. I was curious and excited. My entire youth, i had been far to shy to get to know guys, much less have a boyfriend or even get laid. You don't know what that does to a girl by the time she is 21." She said smiling, yet in a serious tone. "Renata is an older woman, about 53 now. But Claude is only about 10 years older than myself, and very nice looking. And besides, they were always very kind to me and i felt very comfortable with them. It took my breath away to see Claude like that. Looking back, i guess it must be genetic." Paula said, almost laughing. "Would you like to know what happened?" She asked shyly.
"Definitely, don't be ashamed. You could never tell me anything that would make me think less of you." Leroy answered.
"Well, as i stood there staring, Renata asked me if this would be my first time. I answered her, yes. She must have thought i meant my first necro experience but i was answering yes as in i was still a virgin. Claude got up, he was completely undressed. He asked me to take off my clothes, which a did. Renata told me to lay on the table. It was cold against me, and i began to shiver a bit. Claude began to kiss me and i leaned into him for warmth. He got on the table next to me and we were kissing for what seems so very long. I could feel him getting hard against me, and i began to become very nervous. He was so big, not that i had anyone to compare him with, but at the time it was frightening-but i didn't let on. Finally he pushed himself into me and it felt like a knife, the pain was so intensely sharp that I nearly cried out. But with each time he went in, the
pain receded, so i was able to keep quiet. I felt a sticky warmth seeping out of me and gathering on the inside of my thighs. I naively thought it was cum, especially after he moved himself off of me. Until Renata gasped and Claude turned away. I sat up and looked beneath myself and saw red, up and down my legs and in a small pool on the table. No one said anything, the silence was awful. Then Renata asked me if i was ok, i answered yes, i think so. Claude turned around, his eyes were glassy, as if he were about to cry. He must have felt extremely guilty. Renata turned on the falcet of the sink attached to the embalming table. She ran the water until it was warm then gently began rinsing the blood away. Niether i nor Claude could bare to look at each other. We both just watched as my blood ran off the table into a porcelain basin and went down the drain. It was sad but fulfilling. The beginning of a very sad but fulfilling obsession i now have and you seem to share with me..." Paula's voice trailed off.
Leroy just gazed at her, he was beyond not knowing what to say. Paula looked down to light another cigarette. He moved closer to her and touched her hair, it was very soft. He brushed it away from her face and kissed her.
"Have i a friend now, in you? Someone who finally understands my desires?" She implored.
"Always. Nothing will take us apart now." He looked at her with great affection.

The inside of the mortuary preparation room was very small, unlike the morgue. The permanent fixtures, such as the large porcelain basin in the corner, the white marble embalming table and a dark wooden cabinet with glass doors were all beautiful and antique. Old gas lights still were attached to the walls, however a crystal drop light hung from the middle of the ceiling, casting a dull light over the room. Laying on the embalming table, beneath a lace veil, was the body of Tabitha.
Leroy could sense her still beauty, masked by the veil. Her long, silken hair was ringed with a braid at her forehead, the rest spilling forth over her shoulders. Her head was tilted back and he could see the black stitches behind her lips. Her hands were drawn up and placed on her chest, she was dressed only in a white satin slip.
Arousing him from his waking dream, Paula lightly touched his hand.
"Leroy, please meet my dear aunt, Renata." Looking up he noticed for the first time the woman standing behind them in the doorway. She was thin and not very tall, with big dark colored eyes and dark auburn hair.
She did not appear as old as Paula had revealed her age to be. Renata smiled and held out her hand.
"I'm very pleased to see you here, tonight, Leroy." Renata said confidently. She still held his hand.
"Now that everything is in place, Leroy, i'm going to step out for a few moments to speak with my uncle, as he has not seen me in some time. I will return shortly." Paula slipped out of the mortuary, closing the door behind her. Leroy was puzzled, he had not expected to be left behind.
"Well, Leroy..." Renata began, "My niece has told me quite a bit about you, i'm quite impressed. Don't be upset with her, however, she did mention you are a bit shy. Now, we won't be here long, so please don't feel the need to be shy here." She followed his stare to poor Tabitha, laid out on the marble. "Her fiancé viewed her privately this afternoon. He wouldn't even lift the veil...weak as water. Not that the prospect of him going any farther excited me very much. He was a skinny, anemic looking boy. And blonde, which is not my preference. You, on the other hand, are very fine.
I look forward to our time together..."

Leroy was beginning to find Renata's commentating prattle to be very annoying. He was anxious for Paula's return.
"Now Leroy, before i give you my blessing let me make you aware of a few things. First, i would like for you to understand that i spent all morning and the better part of the afternoon embalming and preparing this young woman. I spent 3 hours alone dressing her hair and applying her cosmetics. Please, please, in you excitement do not spoil them, as it would cause me great distress. Also, i'll be staying in the room; it just wouldn't be very professional of me to allow someone off the street to be in here unsupervised, now would it, Leroy?" Renata added.
"No, i suppose not." He said, looking at the floor. He was excited and nervous, he wished silently for Paula to walk through the door and rescue him.
"Well, I'll let you be now, you just go ahead and enjoy yourself. Don't mind me." She smoothed her dress and sat on a counter opposite of the basin, crossing her legs neatly.
What a bitch Renata is, thought Leroy. He knew she just wanted to watch. It could be worse, i could be REALLY earning it, he thought almost laughing.
He leaned over Tabitha. She was so still, and had the illusion of being hollow, like a wax figure. Dead as a door nail...He drew back the veil, as one would a bride, and lightly kissed her lips. He ran his hands over the satin and caught the hem at the bottom, near her knees and drew it up over her hips. He put his hands beneath it and felt her breasts. They wear like that of a statue, hard and cold. Trying to disregard his captor, he took off his shirt and undid his belt, quickly removing his clothes and piling them into a neat heap on the floor. He lay on the marble next to Tabitha and held her, smelling her hair and kissing her neck. He moved above her and went into her slowly, looking intently at her pale face. Suddenly, the door opened. Paula slipped in followed by Claude.
She smiled encouragingly at him. He had gone this far, he was not going to be stopped now, things couldn't get any weirder, or could they? Anyway, what had first seemed uncomfortable was becoming quite arousing.
"Is it good, Leroy?" Paula asked sweetly.
"Yes, very good." He answered. While he continued to fuck Tabitha, he looked into Paula's eyes. Paula stood in front of Claude, holding his hand. However Claude had began kissing Renata. Paula walked towards the table and ran her hands through Tabitha's hair, she stood on the ledge of the table as to reach him, for a kiss. He was getting close to cumming, which he did during her second kiss. He quickly dressed and when he stood up from tying his shoes, Claude was facing him with a friendly look on his face.
"Hey! It's good to finally get to the formalities of making your acquaintance!" Claude said shaking his hand.
"My niece has spoken highly of you, and i'm relieved at having finally met you to find you to be a decent young man, not some freak or loser. I'm glad you could make it out tonight." He added.
"It's good meeting you, too, Claude-and Renata. I think very highly of your niece, as well, she's an exceptional young lady, that's for sure-i have all the respect for her in the world." Leroy said with sincerity.
"She certainly is an exception," Claude said, almost laughing. He gestured for Leroy to turn
around, in doing so he discovered Paula happily watching Renata going down on Tabitha. Seeing him watch her, Renata paused.
"Oh, you certainly are as sweet as Paula claimed you to be!" Both Renata and Paula laughed like school girls. Renata leaned into Paula who took her face in her hands and began licking his cum off her aunt's lips.
"Yes, like honey Aunt Renata...or perhaps it is just the sweet girls he cums in." Paula whispered.
"You'll just have to find out, will you not?" Renata laughed. "That is if you have the nerve, my shy little niece!"
They all laughed at that, even Leroy. There was silence, then Claude gestured towards the door.
"I must be going, i have to usher everyone from this evenings viewing out, then close the place up. Renata and myself have been invited to the rectory at the local parish for dinner, the arch bishop's personal aide will be attending and we mustn't be late. It was lovely seeing you Paula, and wonderful to meet you, Leroy. You kids go out and have a good night and call soon!" Claude hurried through the door and down the hall. Renata held the door open for them, then walked them out the way they came in.
"Good bye, call soon." She said tiredly, locking the back door.
As they walked out of the garden, Leroy took Paula's hand.

Friday morning, Leroy slept in, as he usually would if he had worked the night befor. It was his day off. He woke around 2pm and took a hot bath, then lay around the house waiting for Paula to call after she got out of work at four. When she finally called they made the decision to attend Tabitha's viewing.
They met at the bar at six and had a few drinks before arriving fashionably late to the viewing.
Beings that the deceased girl was so young, the parlor was crowded with many people who were also young. Fitting in was no problem.
Paula looked prettier than he had ever seen her, Leroy thought. She wore a brandy colored velvet shirt that was very low cut, tight black boot leg pants and a black leather coat and black boots. Her hair lay on her back in two braids; she wore a black choker necklace and ruby earrings. Her and the dead girl were definitely the hottest girls at the funeral.
"That must be Terry." Paula motioned to a dejected figure standing next to the casket.
"Who?" Leroy whispered at her.
"Terry, the fiancé." She said a bit annoyed, as if he was totally not with the program. He nearly smiled. She was pretty cute when she acted like that.
"Can you believe a pretty girl like her would waste her time with the likes of him?" Paula whispered.
"I know. He isn't very attractive-I mean, compared with her attractiveness, not that i judge guys or anything sick like that." He answered.
"I know. He's not good looking in the least. And my uncle said he's a little bitch, too. He said when he came in with her mother to make the arrangements, all he did was whine and complain. He said he was really Jew, also, that he kept trying to negotiate the price of everything and that he finally agreed to pay only for minimal services. Renata said the only reason she took the extra time to prepare Tabitha just right was because she knew we would be stopping by, that and she said she felt sorry for the mother who didn't have the money herself to pay for first rate service and had to make do with whatever that jackass was willing to pay for." Paula was quite adament in her disgust.
"It's fucked up. Some guys have no class. I can't believe anyone could be that penny." He agreed.
"I'm glad i don't have to worry about that myself, you know, what would happen if i died unexpectedly. I can rest assured, be sure that i would be in good hands." She said sarcastically. Leroy laughed silently.
"Let's go past the casket now, it looks like people are clearing out pretty quickly. See how Claude is herding them out, he's going to wrap things up soon." Paula forewarned.
They held hands, walking up to the casket. Tabitha looked as lovely as when he had last laid eyes on her. Instead of the white slip, she wore a light blue satin gown. Her ivory hands were joined together with blue and silver rosary beads. There were no flowers, except for a couple distasteful wreaths that people had sent and a few white roses he had seen her mother place in the casket. The fragrance was lovely, it was a mixture of sickening sweetness emanating from the funeral flowers and the scent of embalming fluid, which one would only discern if one has experienced it personally. Aesthetically, it was very pleasing.
They walked past slowly, not stopping to peer to far into the casket, much less attempting to touch. Terry didn't even seem to notice them, or anyone else for that matter. He looked at his watch in agitation. As Claude walked past, Terry caught his attention.
"I specifically requested that the viewing be of 2 hours duration. It is now nearly half past nine 'o clock." Terry stated.
"Yes sir, i m aware of that fact," Claude retorted, "however, many more people showed up than expected, the line outside didn't reach the viewing area until nine o'clock, in fact."
"That's not my problem. Those people won't be paying the bill, either, i suppose? If you had
hurried them along and ushered them out faster, the viewing would have stayed within it's time
limitations. Now we are going to have to work out something about the added cost that this nonsense has caused by running into more time..." He whined.
"Sir, do not concern yourself with such worries. No extra charge will be added, we are here to accommodate you in your time of great loss. Anything we can do to make arrangements less complicated for the loved ones is our pleasure...I see that everyone has gone. Would you like me to walk you to your vehicle?" Claude offered.
"No, no thanks. You'd probably tack that on, too." Terry replied with sarcasm. I'll see myself out."
Leroy and Paula stood beneath the white lilac bush in the garden, talking quietly as she took a smoking break.
"Yes, she did look lovely, Leroy. Which way did you prefer seeing her, as she looked tonight or the way she looked last night?" Paula asked.
"It's hard to decide...but i would have to say she was most attractive last night. She looked so
vulnerable laying on the table in her white slip and no shoes or jewelry or anything." He answered.
"And i must say you looked gorgeous fucking her!" Paula said excitably. I can't wait to see you with her again, tonight. What will you do first?"
"I know exactly what's going to go down! I'm going to get up on her and put my cock right on her mouth then run it down her neck and across her breasts and up and down that satin gown, then i'm going to fucking..."
Suddenly Leroy was interrupted by screaming and someone running towards him through the flower beds.
"You sick, vile son of a bitch!!! You're a fucking psycho!! What have you done to my girl, oh god what have you done!!! I'm going to kill you, you bastard!!"
Terry ascended on Leroy like a wild animal. Leroy stepped back, then snatched Terry up and threw him against the wall of the building. Terry got up and tried to hit Leroy, only to hit the wall again. This time it took him a minute to regain his balance, as he got to his feet he began going off again.
"What the hell is going on here?" Claude was coming towards them in the shadows.
"I'm going to call in the police, then i'm going to sue you and own this fucking place, then after that i'm going to kill-" This time it was Terry who was interrupted.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE BITCH!!" Claude emerged from the darkness, pointing a pistol in the direction of Terry's head. "You've been nothing but a pain in my fucking ass from square one. Go ahead, call the cops, call your lawyer, call Jesus Fucking Christ, call whoever you gotta call because you know what, no one's going to believe you and you got no proof of anything."
"What kind of funeral parlor are you running here?? You're a sicko, too, you can't even run your business right!!" Terry screamed hoarsely through tears.
"Now you really are pissing me the fuck off!! No one dis's my professionalism! You want to know what kind of funeral parlor i'm running here asshole? Let's all go in and see how i take care of business!" Claude pimp smacked Terry with the pistol and pushed him towards the back mortuary entrance.
Renata had been watching the entire scene from her upstairs window and had run down to the mortuary. As Claude pushed Terry, now terrified for his very life, through the door Paula and Leroy followed behind. Claude handed Renata the piece.
"Watch this freak while i wheel in the bitch, and don't hesitate to pop a cap in his sorry ass if he tries anything." Claude ran down the hall towards the funeral chaple. Minutes later he was wheeling out Tabitha's casket on a gurney. "Now we're all gonna demonstrate just how we complete arrangements here at this establishment, all for the benefit of Terry, whom doesn't have faith in our professionalism and needs some gentle reassurance!!"
Paula looked about her; Renata was dramatically aiming the pistol at Terry, who was crying and whimpering like a little girl. Tabitha was now on the floor... Claude and Leroy were throwing off their clothes. She was shining-she was in her glory!
"Leroy, you go on and do what you gotta do-you've just been officially hired at this establishment and i'm gonna give you a fucking promotion right now, with all the fringe benefits" Claude's laughter was evil.
"Jesus, thanks Claude, you're alright for a white guy!"

Things were getting pretty fucked up and getting there fast. Leroy was now above Tabitha, laughing and caressing her still body through blue satin. Claude's wicked laughter mixed with Leroy's as he theatrically pulled a small pair of scissors from his back pocket.
"Oh god, no, what are you going to do to my Tabitha!" Cried Terry. "God will punish you for this, punish you all!!"
"Fuck you and your slave-god and you're pretentious Christian idealism, too!!" Leroy replied to Terry, through wild laughter, "And to quote the Great Master, Aleister Crowley, "Love is the Law, Love under Will!!!" He went into Tabitha violently.
Terry's cries echoed helplessly through the mortuary.
"Cut it out, Terry!" Claude mocked, clipping the scissors frantically. "Do you get it, cut it out? I know, i know, my jokes can be so pathetic sometimes. I guess i can be, too, that's probably why women don't go for me to much. But Tabitha, here, she thinks i'm just great, don't ya sweetheart?" He pulled her hair so that she was face to face with him. Leroy was really into it now, he tore at the gown and it came apart at the seems exposing all of the dead girl. He snatched the rosary from her hands and put it around his neck.
"How many of the 7 Deadly Sins do you think we have just committed in the last 20 minutes Claude?" He asked.
But Claude was to preoccupied to pay Leroy much mind.
He was busy cutting the stitches free from Tabitha's lips. He took the remnants of black thread and flung them at Terry, who in turn began a new fit of sobbing.
"Shut and dry your tears nigga'. Now your gonna watch me put my dick in her mouth-i know, you love it, you pussy. You probably never had the balls to take her like this when she was alive, did you? No pussy like you could satisfy a woman, especially a hot looking bitch like Tabitha, here. She was probably out running some other guy, anyway. That's probably why she offered her self, 'cause she couldn't take being with a pathetic loser like you are!!" Claude ceremoniously pushed his cock into the dead girl's mouth then pulled it out. A sub-human howl escaped from Terry. "Ok. Enough's enough, i've had it with your tears, you cry and bitch like a damn woman." Claude got up and walked to a closet and switched on a light. A minute later he was back with a box. Leroy was still nailing Tabitha and Paula was standing above him kissing his neck. Claude shook the box.
"Supplies." He took out a pair of handcuffs and snapped them on Terry, locking his hands behind his back. Next, he pulled out some electrical tape and wrapped it around his mouth, muffling his cries. "There, that ought to shut you up, and keep you in one spot. Renata, put the gun down and come finish what Tabitha's a few days late and a dollar short of being
able to do herself."
Renata got down on her knees and started going down on him. Paula was now kneeling over Tabitha and pushing her tongue into Leroy's mouth, she had never kissed him like this, all nasty. He started to cum and pulled out and let her go down on him, at the same time Claude was cumming in Renata's mouth. Both the guys lay down on the floor and Renata and Paula leaned over and spit the cum on Tabitha's face. The opaque whiteness ran down her face and seeped into her hair. At that point Terry fainted and collapsed to the floor.
Leroy rolled to his side and glared at the pathetic heap on the floor next to him. Claude got up and kicked Terry's side. "I'm gonna take the tape off, just till you revive yourself, if you give me any shit i'm putting it right back on." He ripped the tape off of his mouth.
"Proof...now i have my proof motherfucker's!!! When i call the authorities in they'll see how you abused my Tabitha-there's DNA all over her now and you'll never be able to wash it all off! All of you are headed straight to prison--" He didn't have time to finish, for Claude reapplied the tape.
"Listen punk, shut the fuck up-thank you. We're all going to the back room for a smoke break, except Leroy who despises cigarettes and who will most likely want some booze at this point. So wait here with your girl and kick back and relax, ok? And don't try anything stupid or I'll send my old lady out here with the gun and she'll probably get all nervous and blow your brains all over my new carpeting, and i don't think any of us want that, do we?" Claude stepped over Tabitha and ushered everyone towards the back room.

The little room in the back was a private lounge. Renata started making coffee and Paula and Claude lit up. Paula pulled out a pint of Bacardi from her purse and handed it to Leroy, who immediately set to prying it open.
"Hey Leroy, why do you look so nervous?" Claude questioned him.
"I don't know...maybe because my cums all over Tabby out there and Terry seems to be a cop caller..."
Leroy answered sarcastically.
"Look, Leroy, don't let it worry 'ya. After we finish up our break here, we're gonna clean house--"
Claude was interrupted by Leroy,
"Yeah, i hate to say that Terry's right, but there's no way off washing off the evidence. I mean with DNA and forensics all fucking advanced the 5-0 has got the advantage." He was really working to put a dent in the pint now.
"You're right, you're right. But that's not gonna happen. Here's the deal. Tabitha's got an appointment with the incinerator tomorrow, didn't you know she was going to cremated? So all the evidence of our little get together will go up in smoke. No complications, no worry's--don't you just wish all casual sex situations could go so smoothly?!" Apparently Claude thinks all this is a damn joke, thought Leroy.
"And what about Terry?" Leroy asked.
"God Leroy, i thought you had more confidence in me than this! I'll let it slip, beings that you are pretty new to all of this. He's going in with her, of course, now don't keep asking silly questions!" Claude shook his head in mock disbelief.
They finished up drinking and smoking and walked out the door. Tabitha still lay were they had left her. However, Terry had wormed his way a good distance down they hall and was curled in a fetal position facing the wall.
"Hey Terry, you weren't trying to escape, were you?" Claude shouted down the hallway. Terry tried to answer, but the electrical tape muffled his voice. "I'm gonna take that tape off for you, just to see what kind of pathetic bullshit you're gonna try selling to me now." He ripped the tape off.
"I wasn't trying to get away, i'm not that stupid, I know there's no way out until you'll have to let me go in the morning before anyone misses me...I was just trying to get away from the, the, the body--I'm not sick like you creeps, i don't want to be around a dead, dead, dead body..." Terry stuttered, getting ready to cry again.
Claude looked at him in boredom. "I don't know...i think i'm just bored of all of this...The party's over, it was fun, but now it's time to clean up..."

Terry lay on the floor peering up at the small crowd surrounding him. Miraculously, he has also quit his crying. He must have started to figure out it was pretty much the end of the line for him, that he was dealing with people who just did not give a fuck. When Claude urged him to get on his feet and walk, he stubbornly lay on the ground in silent refusal. At that point Claude and Leroy began to get the show on the road, with or without Terry's cooperation.
Leroy lifted Tabitha and placed her back into her coffin that was still on the gurney. Then both the guys hauled Terry to his feet, which were now secured with electrical tape as well, and threw him on top of her, closing the lid. Claude got in back of the gurney and began pushing it down a long corridor that was sort of a tunnel leading to a building in back of the parlor; the crematorium. Leroy walked next to the coffin, holding it steady so it wouldn't tip, as Terry was thrashing about quite frantically from within. Renata and Paula trailed them, forming a grotesque
parade of sorts.
Once in the crematorium, Claude wasted no time firing up the great oven. Through a small peephole, Leroy could see the flames begin to flicker and glow from within the oven.
"How long does the oven generally take to heat up, Claude?" Leroy asked casually, now more at ease with the situation.
"Oh, about 90 minutes, she's an older model and I like to make sure she's nice and toasty before i start bbq'ing." He replied, still adjusting some dials and checking a thermometer. "All this talk about cooking, god, i just realized how hungry i am! What about you all?" Leroy agreed quickly, he had skipped dinner and now he was in fact pretty hungry. "How about you girls run upstairs and bring back something good, we'll have a snack while we wait on old Bertha, here." He stated, tapping on the side of the oven.
Renata and Paula thought that was a good idea and headed up to get something. Claude opened the coffin and peered inside at Terry, who had given up thrashing and was imploring Claude with his eyes to be let out.
"Ok, ok. I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to come out for awhile." Claude mocked, wrenching Terry out of the box with Leroy's help. "Besides, we couldn't get at little Tabby with you in the way, could we?" He laughed. "Leroy, stick old Terry over there in the corner, and you Terry, don't move an inch. If you do, I'll fuck you up, yardbird." He leaned into the coffin and lifted Tabitha out. "I think I'm just going to have a little fun, before dinner arrives. You want to share or what?" Claude offered.
"No, that's cool, you go ahead Claude. I think I'm just going to fuck with Terry a little bit if that's ok with you." Leroy looked at Terry who glared back at him defiantly.
Claude placed Tabitha on a desk and started to feel up on her. Leroy looked back to see what he was doing, then moved out of the way so Terry was forced to watch again.
"How do you like seeing that?" Leroy asked Terry, devoid of any human emotion in the tone of his voice. "Do you think Tabby would have liked getting fucked like that when she was alive? I think she would, although she probably didn't know it herself. I enjoyed fucking your girl's dead body, you know that Terry, I really did. Do you know what the sad thing is , though? I doubt i would have gotten that much pleasure out of her when she was alive, though. Isn't that just so fucked up? She's so pretty. She probably would have never looked twice at me, although if she was with a pathetic looking loser like you, i don't know. But even if, say, i could get a girl like her to go to bed with me, i'd be so nervous it would totally suck. I mean, i'd be so worried about doing everything just right and worried about what she was thinking, i'd barely be able to settle down enough to enjoy it! But with the dead, there's no pressure, no emotion, no rejection. Not just that, if that was it, i'd just go get a slut, no, it just feels so good, their coldness against your heat, paleness, stillness...why the fuck am i telling you this??" Leroy sort of laughed then looked away when he realized Claude had been taking in his whole one sided conversation with his prisoner.
"I got you on that, Leroy! I know just what your saying...necro, what can you do?" he laughed, still busy having his way with Tabitha.
Soon Renata and Paula came back with dinner, which they began to lay out on the top of the coffin as if it were a picnic table.
"What did you bring good, ladies?" Leroy asked, he was now starving.
"Cornish hen, wild rice with exotic mushrooms, winter squash, Fragolina on ice and poached pears with brandy sauce." Renata announced.
"Alright! You girls are domestic goddesses! We're gonna be eating like nigger's tonight!!" Claude had redressed before their arrival and was pacing the floor waiting for his dinner.
They all pulled up chairs and sat around the coffin, smiling, as if attending a holiday dinner. Renata poured the wine and Claude made a toast,
"To the pleasures of the night...and enjoying them with my dear Renata, my lovely niece Paula and my new friend, Leroy! May all our future engagements be so sweet!"

They all finished their dinner in no time, as they had been quite famished. As they ate their poached pears, Leroy and Claude began tossing chicken bones at Terry, who glared at them indignantly.
"I suppose we ought to tie up the loose ends." Claude contemplated. Here's what we'll do," he
began, glancing at Terry, "we'll put these two crazy kids back in the box and push the whole thing into the incinerator. It's after midnight now, so i'd say by late morning the whole mess should be reduced to less than 20 lbs of ash. Not bad, huh?"
Claude got up and began loosening his belt buckle.
"You going AGAIN?!" Asked Leroy in disbelief.
"God no, Leroy! I'm an old man, remember?! 'Just too much of my sweetie’s good cooking!" They all laughed at that.
Now Claude was lifting Tabitha and placing her back in the coffin, for the last time. Leroy forced Terry, now in tears again, to his feet. Both of the guys pulled him up and threw him in, as well, slamming the lid shut.

Claude positioned the casket, once again writhing with life, on a sort of table that could be pushed into the oven, much like a regular oven rack.
"Everyone, stand back." He opened Bertha's doors, revealing a torrent of hellish flames. With one push, the casket slid into the oven, the double doors clicking shut mechanically. "There."
The girls stood in the doorway, while Claude and Leroy basked in the heat and orange glow coming from the peephole.
"Now i find that i am quite tired." Claude leaned against the doorway and rested his head against Renata.
"Why don't we all go upstairs and get cleaned up and get some rest?" Claude suggested, walking out without waiting for an answer.
Once upstairs, Claude disappeared into the master bedroom. Renata showed Leroy and Paula into the bathroom. She smiled tiredly.
"You guys make yourselves at home. Paula, there's one of my gowns in the closet, ok, Honey? We'll be getting cleaned up in our bedroom, then if you guys want to hang out we'll be in there. If not, you know were the guestroom is, Paula. Ok, see you in a bit." Renata left, closing the door behind her.
Paula cracked the window and lit up, gazing out the window into the garden below. Leroy looked at her, then himself. He felt sort of unfresh, the way one does after sex. He walked over to the bath, a great porcelain tub standing on clawed feet, and ran the water hot, pouring in alot of bubble bath. He quickly threw his clothes off and got into the bath. Paula dropped the rest of her cigarette out the window, then picked up his clothes from the floor.
"I'm just going to put these in the laundry for you." She walked out, switching off the light, leaving the only light a small candle burning on the sink. He could hear the shower running from down the hall in the master bedroom. He heard the washer switch on, then closed his eyes and fell into sleep. He awakened, feeling Paula step into the bath with him.
"I thought i'd wash my clothes, also." She explained.
She was behind him, he could feel her breasts on his back and her hair, now down, brush against his sides. He leaned back into her softness, trying to stay awake but again falling asleep. This time he awakened to the water gone cold, the bubbles melted. He leaned forward, waking her as well. They both got out of the cold bath very quickly and wrapped themselves in towels. Paula took the gown from the closet and left to put the clothes in the dryer.
The guestroom was small, but nice. It was warm, and Leroy lay on the bed naked, the ceiling fan on. Paula walked into the room wearing her aunt's white dressing gown. She lay on the bed next to him.
"We should go and say good night to my aunt and uncle." She said quietly.
"Ok." He turned and kissed her forehead.

Copyright by Velvet Dare (2003).

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