Chapter 10: “The El Che Steakhouse Murders”
Big Steve felt the phone vibrate in his jeans as they entered El Che Steakhouse and Bar, but he ignored it. This was like one of those moments in the movies where someone sees a white light during a near-death experience, but he wasn’t dead, and this light was blue.
“Hey, fam, ya’ll see that?”
Big Steve tapped his friends, Chris and Marquis, as they made it to their table on the other side of the restaurant.
“Damn,” said Marquise.
The men sat down at the table, “Look like its our lucky day fellas,” said Chris.
Steve pointed to the table in the distance, “Look at they eyes though.”
“I’m not screwing her eyes,” Chris said laughing.
“I’m serious though. Ya’ll don’t think that’s weird?”
“Maybe they contacts,” said Marquise.
Steve shook his head, “I ain’t never seen contacts that bright bro.”
“What can I get you gentlemen?” asked the waiter but the men were glued to the other table.
“Hello?” The Waitress rolled her eyes.
“Uh yea, water,” said Chris.”
The waitress put her hands on her hips, looked over at the other table and then back to the men.
“Everybody want water?”
“Yep,” said Marquise, still staring across the room.
“Let me get a shot of crown, no ice,” said Steve.
The waitress wrote down his order, rolled her eyes again and walked off.
Chris got up from the table and Big Steve grabbed his arm, “What you doing man?”
“Imma go talk to her.”
Steve frowned, “what?”
“I ain’t about to sit here with my tongue out like ya’ll. Got my eye on that little Japanese one. I love it when they little like that.”
The men laughed hard and the women across the room all turned to look at them, their crystal blue eyes piercing. It was like a lucid dream. Either this wasn’t really happening, or they were three of the luckiest men on Earth. Time seemed to stop as the women looked deeply into their eyes from across the room.
“Maybe I should just sit here a minute,” said Chris, unable to take his eyes off the Japanese one. He didn’t know if she was that fine or if he actually couldn’t look away.
In seconds, the women appeared right in front of them, their bodies bursting out of their clothing. Steve didn’t know how they had made it over to their table so quickly or how the thickest, darkest, sexist found her way onto his lap, his chin in her hands, her eyes locked on his. He wiped his brow. It had suddenly gotten hot.
Paschar turned around, slowly, careful to pay attention to every inch of her body. As she locked eyes with the biggest man at the table, her girls followed suit, rays of blue light shooting like lasers into the men’s eyes. They had frozen time and within seconds had glided over to the table. It didn’t matter that there were seven of them and three of the men. Men who thought they were getting orgies were the easiest victims anyway.
Paschar sat her booty on top of the man’s lap, strategically placing it on the part of his jeans where his penis was rock hard. Their lips met and she kissed him deeply, strongly. She enjoyed the kissing, their tongues lapping onto the other, the fresh taste of his scent. She could taste his essence. His past and his present. Everything that led him to this place was on her tongue. Everyone in the restaurant disappeared and it was just her and him.
She inhaled and with it sucked the oxygen out of his lungs, slowly suffocating him. Big Steve’s eyes swelled with surprise, his erect penis was now limp at the door of death. He couldn’t breathe. He knew it was something strange about these women, but it was too late. She had latched onto his mouth and wouldn’t let go. He pushed hard against her body, but she was like concrete. He was well over 200lbs. How in the hell was she stronger than he was?
The color drained from his face as he pushed but the woman didn’t move. Steve’s head got smaller as his body shrunk, his skin clinging onto his bones. The same was happening to his friends, their clothing was getting bigger and baggy as the women sucked the energy from their body. Paschar kept her lips locked on Steve’ and sucked until he was a sunken corpse before her.
She stood and searched the man’s pockets for the device that kept vibrating. She touched the screen. She learned how to operate cell phones years ago. It was strange how addicted the humans were to it, but she had to respect Hephaestus’s work, God of technology. He was getting his just as she had just gotten hers. She read the words on the screen.
Jason: Eh, I’m on my way, where ya’ll at?
Jason: Eh, Steve where ya’ll at?
Jason: Hey man I’m not gonna be able to make it, somebody hit my shit, call me.
Jason: Hey man, sorry I missed ya’ll earlier. We got it taken care of. Tried calling. Hit me back. Peace.
Paschar smiled, wiping the sides of her mouth with a finger as Steve’s energy pulsated throughout her body. The girls had finished their meals as well. She slipped the phone into her purse and the women vanished, leaving three corpses at the table.