"I'm no sweet dream,

but I'm a hell of a night."

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Upon returning home she draws a Red X on her wall calendar, under today's date.

Right away, she jets to her bathroom and draws a steaming hot herbal bath. A quick glance in the mirror follows:

"Damn I look good. Hot? No. Dangerous."

She undresses and enters the bath. Sighs "and this bath... Ahh this feels so amazing. Its just what I need." The tall bath tub is now filled to the brim with scalding hot water. Not one drop spills as she allows herself to fall deep within it, almost completely submerged.

"This was one hell of a night. So worth it.

I'm so much more relaxed now."

She soaks for a few minutes, allowing herself to relax. Then she reaches and grabs her pen and journal sitting almost out of reach on a bath-stand.

"God I’m terrible. I love it.” She says as she flips to page 29 and begins to write:

This week's date was cute. Rich. Founder of 'That'. But goddamn he was too polite. Men like that want to date someone who's prim and proper. They want a sweet dream. I can't stand it! How dare he make me play 'nice' for so long. I'm too sharp for that.

It was so funny. He actually thought I would sleep with him on our first date. Because he gave me money? Get real. I'm no whore. I look too good to be one. I don't owe anyone a goddamn thing.

Thank god we went straight from dinner to his hotel room. He almost seemed like he was going to offer a long romantic walk in the park. I'd have killed myself instead! If only I suggested we skip dinner and gone straight to the wine. I'd have been back in time to sleep by midnight.

At least once we got to the room it was in and out.

The poor guy, he really liked me.

He must've thought he loved me.

He might've done anything for me.

Definitely would've divorced his wife if I 'd asked. It was our first date.

He got what he deserves.

He had the best fucking date of his life.

He never laughed as much as he did with me.

He was never so turned on as with me.

He never wanted something more than he wanted me.

I am his dream in the flesh. His fantasy.

What an Idiot.

A killer body like mine doesn't come without a killer mind.

It's always so easy.

This time I decided to indulge in his sweet dream.

I played nice for a few more minutes after we got into the room.

A sweet smile with teeth, along with a giggle as if holding back a laugh.

A little peck on the cheek, a little holding his waist.

I tell him I never do this. They all believe they're the only one.

I excused myself to the bathroom. I waited a few minutes to give him time to undress and checked my phone. My friends ended up at that rooftop party. Good for them. If only they knew real Fun.

Show time. I smashed the bathroom mirror and let out a quiet scream while grabbing a shard.

"Baby, can you come take a look at this. I need your help something is wrong"

They always want to save you. He rushed in immediately in his boxers. He looked so confused to see me completely fine; to realize I didn't need saving.

Then as I began to show the mirror shard from behind my back, the look of shock on his face was AMAZING!

One of the best I've seen. Probably top 5. He wasn't too dumb after all. He went from confused to shock, to realization, and finally to fear and defeat in a matter of seconds! He started crying!!! He begged. He said I owed him. I don't owe him shit. He offered more money. He said he would do anything. Idiot. I knew that already.

He jumped back when I ran at him. He crossed his arms and crossed his face to protect his chest and neck. Too late. Too easy. I moved his arm and slit his throat.

She closed the book. Took a few selfies from her bathe. Looking at how they came out she scrolled past some earlier that night. Bathroom selfies, Bedroom selfies, Restaurant Selfies, food shots, drink shots. "Oh, he took a good one!" she said gladly. She uploaded a photo of herself holding a drink, captioned:

"I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night"