Wow, that must have been a great party last night. I can tell by my distinct headache, and the fact that my boyfriend, who's normally up hours before me and wakes me with a coffee, is still lying beside me, sleeping like a log – and his best friend Mikey sleeping soundly on the mattress beside our bed. A great party for sure.

Need... Coffee... Careful not to wake either of the boys, I get up and put on some shorts, just leaving on the baggy t-shirt I wore for the night, as I stagger over to the kitchen and down a large glass of water before making a coffee, extra strong, then head to the living room – and pause with a frown. Apart form the usual mess of empty glasses, bottles and bowls of snacks that tend to be remain after a party, there's also someone sleeping on the couch.

The dark blonde girl is only wearing red panties and a black sports bra, one arm supporting her head and the other limply hanging off the side of the sofa as she's sleeping soundly, he tlips lightly parted. ...But I'm pretty sure we didn't give anyone other than Mikey permission to crash here for the night – both because he and Chris have been best friends for ages, but he's also got a pretty long way home –, so who does this chick think she is?

...Actually, who is she? My brain needs another few seconds to fully boot up before I finally recognise her. What was her name again? Kelly? Cassie? Something like that. Some friend of a friend that tagged along to party because the more the merrier, right? Except that slut tried to flirt with my boyfriend the whole evening even after I clearly told her to back off. So what's that bitch still doing here the next morning?

I empty my coffee, before quietly approaching Katie, crouching down beside her. There's a bit of drool running form the corner of her mouth, and I can still faintly smell the Jack Daniel's on her breath; I think she got really wasted last night, which only made her even more obnoxious. When she wakes up, she's gonna have one hell of a hangover, especially after I'm done yelling at her.

...If she gets to wake up, that is. The longer I look at Kimmy's sleeping form, the more she pisses me off, and I'm starting to think that just an angry talking to won't do, maybe something a little more permanent is in order...

Carrie only weakly moves as I carefully lift her up to turn her onto her back; she's a good hand shorter and much less athletic than I – and if she'd gotten just a little more annoying last night, I well might have started a fight and knocked her the fuck out -, yet still a bit bustier, her nipples distinctly visible through her bra. Slut.

Supporting most of my weight with my arms, I half sit on top of Chrissie's chest, placing my legs on both sides of her head. As I wrap my thighs around her neck, she stirs, her eyes slowly fluttering open, but by then it's too late. “Farewell, bitch.” Squeezing hard, I turn her head to the right as far as it will go, before abruptly twisting my hips and legs in the other direction, snapping her neck with an audible 'crack'.

Cathy can only let out a small gasp as she dies, her body twitching and spasming for just a handful of seconds before she goes limp, her eyes half-opened and her mouth frozen in a dumb, surprised-looking expression ...and her nipples having gotten visibly hard for some reason.

As I get off of her body, I notice that she also pissed herself in death, staining both her panties and the sofa pillow below her. Ugh, gross. I guess we'll have to take that one to the cleaner. Only now I notice a discarded top and pair of hot pants on the floor beside it, and going through its pockets, I find her wallet and ID. Cassandra. So Cassie it was.

I can't just leave the slut lying here like this, though, so I pick up Cassie's now completely limp body, her arms and legs dangling as I carry her into the bathroom and unceremoniously dump her in the bathtub. I lean down to pull off her bra to reveal her – admittedly nice – tits, groping and squeeing them; they seem all-natural too, lucky bitch. I pull down her soaked panties, immediately tossing them into the bin, then thoroughly washing my hands, revealing her shaved pussy – and a small tattoo right above it reading 'slippery when wet'. Seriously, what a slut.

Leaving Cassie's naked, lifeless body crumpled in the bathtub, I take the key and lock the bathroom from the outside, no need to concern Mikey with this mess, as I make some more coffee to wake Chris. If he promises to be good, I might even let him have a little fun with Cassie's body – under my watchful eye of course – before we find a good way to get rid of her.

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The crime boss you're working for has just sent you a new target on his hit list, a nosy investigative journalist ...who just so happens to be your roommate. You might not terribly close, but you still feel you owe it to her to painlessly end her while she's asleep.