Hooker Slash:

Simone’s Notes:

Prostitution is a dangerous job. The abusive pimps aren’t the only problem. Some of the whore’s clients are killers out for the blood. When a female takes up prostitution, she is putting her life at risk. But the client and the pimp aren’t only predators. Some men have crazy wives that are out for revenge. Some priests will kill a hooker for the “purpose of God.” Or maybe, the lady of the night herself is a cold-hearted killer…

A captain of the Amestris military lie waiting on the bed naked in a brothel house in the Red Light District. The man was tied down to the bed posts. Excitement rushed wildly through his veins. He had been waiting all day for this moment. His last girlfriend left him for an old boyfriend. The captain thought coming to Central would make his life even better. But sadly, nothing had changed since he had left the North base. Everything looked hopeless for him. Work in the office was stuffy. His new apartment looked dull and lifeless to him now. He had been single for the past six years. Both the North and East troops were getting ass every night. Even Lt. Havoc was getting laid every night. With all of this lusty energy going around, the captain decided to try to get some booty. Sadly, it wouldn’t be the last time he would ever try to have sex!

Then, the curtains from the parlor brushed open. The captain looked up in lusty heat. Out she came. The lady of the night was dressed in only lacey silk black bra and panties. The black fishnet stockings added charm to her long sexy legs. Her velvet black kitten heels made her slender feet look sexier. Her hair was long and silky black like a curtain of the night. The bangs masked her lovely oval-shaped face. She had a lovely shapely curvy body. The whore’s nails were a light red. Her make-up was done perfectly like a geisha’s. Her face was as white as snow. Her lips were as red as blood. It was her grayish-blue eyes that really turned the captain on. He also noticed that the hooker had black leather chord in her hands. The man grinned at her hungrily.

“Is that part of the lovely game tonight?” the captain asked in desire. “Yes it is!” the hooker replied. The man was excited even more. The prostitute climbed on top of her client. The captain watched her in delight. She lightly kissed him on the lips. The captain kissed back in bliss. The hooker pressed her lovely body against his. Her breasts lightly brushed up against his chest. The captain ached to hold so badly. She had distracted him enough to draw the chord out, wrap it around his neck, and drew it tight. The captain began to choke slowly with each kiss. He was caught between pleading her to stop and continuing on with the sexual fun. But it was clear, that this wasn’t part of a sexual method anymore! The hooker kept pulling tighter and tighter.

After ten minutes, the lady of the night checked her client’s pulse. He was dead! The hooked grinned to herself. “Hm, one less mutt in military!” she thought in satisfaction. Then she climbed off a bit and drew out her silver dagger. The hooker began to sever his genitals. She paused in the middle of the process and wiped the sweat off of her sweet forehead. It was difficult work but it was all worth. Once she was done, the hooker dipped her fingers in his blood and wrote on his chest, “Punishment for the dog.” When her work was done, the whore rose to feet, threw on her black cloak, and escaped the crime scene through the window into the night. Her mission was done for the night. Now, she had to do it again the next night.

In the morning, most of the military were at the brothel house investigating the murder. “They said another hooker came in last night and found him like this,” David said to Hughes. “Do you think it was a crime of passion?” the lieutenant colonel asked the major. “Dunno,” David answered. “The owner doesn’t even remember assigning a hooker to the room where the murder too k place.” “Don’t you think some woman posed as a harlot here? And why?” Maes asked. Price just shrugged at him on that one. “Guys!” Daniel called out in a sick voice. “You may want to get a look at this!” David and Maes rushed to their comrade’s side. The captain’s maimed penis took them for a loop. Hughes was pale with terror. “Is that…” David trailed off. Dan nodded sickly. A private that was looking with them fainted to the ground. The sight was really that powerful! The writing in blood on the dead captain’s chest didn’t help them either. “What could that mean?” David asked. “I don’t know,” Dan replied. “And I don’t want to know!”

The three men stayed silent for the rest of the day. They all looked very pale and sick. When they were asked what was wrong, they just wouldn’t answer. Maes wasn’t even talking about his daughter like he usually was. Finally Mustang got Hughes alone outside. “Tell me what you saw,” the colonel demanded softly. The lieutenant colonel didn’t answer; instead, he took a piece of paper and wrote the message down on it. Roy read it to himself quietly. “Punishment for the dog?” he asked. “What does this mean?” Hughes swallowed hard. He began to talk in slow detail of the horror he saw that morning. Mustang looked at him with pale shock. “This is the third time this week!” he exclaimed. Hughes nodded in sick paleness.

“Gentlemen!” a voice spoke up. Mustang and Hughes quickly looked up. General Ron Beardsley was walking towards them. He was a kindly old man. He looked look Santa Claus in his uniform only slimmer. His bread was white and short. His glasses were silver-framed. His face was round and fat. The general was wise about everything except of course, about his seventeen-year-old daughter. Beardsley was smiling at the younger men. With him was another man. The man with him looked younger with short black hair and a healthy tan to his skin. He looked so handsome in his uniform with his slender and tone figure. Mustang and Hughes saluted the general in a heartbeat. “As you were,” Beardsley ordered. Both men lowered their arms. Beardsley turned to Hughes. “Great news, colonel!” he exclaimed. “I found help for you on this case with our men!” Then, the general turned to the man. “Ian, this is Lt. colonel Maes Hughes,” he said. “Hughes, this is brigadier general Ian Fisher.” Hughes and Ian shook hands. “Nice to meet you!” Ian replied. “I shall help you out with the case. What so have so far?” Hughes hesitated at first. Then he saw, “We know that it has been the third murder this week.” “Okay,” Ian spoke up. “Tell me more once we get inside to the cafeteria.” “Alright,” Maes replied. Then, he, Ian, and Ron went back into the building. Mustang stood there in suspicion. “Why would General Fisher take interest in this case all of a sudden after a whole week?” he thought. Something just didn’t sit right with Roy on Ian. “Be very careful, Hughes!” he thought. “There is something off about this guy!” Then, the colonel went inside after the men. He decided to keep a close watch on Ian.