Andrew a Solo Conquest

Andrew a Solo Conquest

 

With his partner away, Andrew still finds his prey.

When it comes to putting a grumpy tease in her place, no one’s

better than Andrew Strauss.

 

R.R. Ryan

 

© Copyright 2025 by R.R. Ryan

 

NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

Andrew a Solo Conquest

Miami, Florida, January 1975

 

Andrew Strauss and his partner were on vacation. But Harold deserted him and visited his parents. Leaving Strauss alone in Miami in January 1975. He wished Harold Stiner was there. But he wasn’t. So, he did what they did, he hunted. It doesn’t take long until he stalks his next deer, the split tailed variety.

 

The alley had a slant to darkness that reminded him of a knife’s edge, long and sharp and hungry. But that wasn’t the edge she had to worry about. Andy had been following her since she left the bar. Now she was in his sights and alone.

 

She hadn’t noticed him in the bar, even though he’d been watching her closely. In a neighborhood like this one, nobody looked twice at a man who didn’t seem to belong. The whole point was to get lost, to become untraceable. No names, no credit cards, no cell phone calls to spouses and significant others, nothing for an estranged boyfriend or an irate father to discover or call on. No way for her to get help if things went sideways.

 

It was late enough that the crowd was mostly young college kids. The stragglers at the end of a long Friday night. From the number of times, she got up to get a new drink, and the way she grew steadier rather than shakier as the night wore on, Andrew figured she had been there awhile. He had heard her tell people to fuck off when they offered to buy her another round and knew she didn’t care she was drinking alone. She had probably come in alone and planned to leave the same way. A faithful wife or girlfriend pissed she wasn’t with her lover.

 

Lucky for him.

 

She was a small girl, tiny and delicate like a goddamned China doll. And she had porcelain skin to match. It was just the kind of complexion to show bruises nicely. Plus, she had the kind of pale white dress to show off any marks the dirt and concrete would leave on it. He couldn’t have picked better himself if he had gone shopping for the perfect victim. Which was why he had decided to stick around and see what would happen. As long as no one left with the cunt, she’d be worth pursuing.

 

She hadn’t been in a hurry. She’d picked up her keys and walked out slowly, not weaving exactly. But then again, definitely not worried about keeping a straight line. Possibly that was confidence, because it meant she didn’t think there was anyone else to worry about. Might be she was trusting. Or she might be that drunk. It didn’t matter to him any which way. But he bet she wouldn’t make the same mistake twice after that night.

 

There was the faint glow of streetlights on the opposite end of the alley. But she never got that far. She veered off into a patch of darkness on the right, ducking into the gap between the main alleyway and a wall. It was just the kind of gap someone like her might duck into. If she wanted to hide.

 

That told him a lot about how smart she thought she was.

 

His pulse raced a little when she went that direction. Because that meant she thought she’d be safe if she was out of sight. He got the thrill of her fear and of her panic, and it meant he could scare the shit out of her in the middle of it. She was the kind of little bitch to get up in your face and act like she could fight back. Like she was safe behind the counter of a sales station, with half a hundred customers around. It meant a lot more when he got his hands around her throat and squeezed until he was the only thing she’d been scared of.

 

He smiled and waited for a beat before following her. Realizing his timing was just about perfect. That gave her enough of a head start to think she was free and clear. This only made it all sweeter when he turned the corner, and she found out free wasn’t to be. A dead-end alley! There was no way out but back the way she came. Which meant right into his arms. That’s why she thought it was so safe. She thought she had left him behind in the bigger alley.

 

What a fucking stupid bitch, he thought.

 

The smell hit him when he turned into the smaller passageway. A thick noxious cloud of urine and stale vomit that should’ve kept any respectable woman far away. But this one had sucked down drinks so long she must have felt right at home. Either that, or she didn’t breathe through her nose. It didn’t matter.

 

She’ll learn soon enough. The thought made him grin, and the grin stayed wide across his face as he covered the first couple dozen yards. That put him within sight of her, and even though it was dark enough for most people to lose track, he was no rookie. He had done these enough times to understand how the dark would work to his advantage. How an outline would shift against it, how much it let people imagine safety. And how close he could get before a girl thought it might be better to scream.

 

It had been over a month since his last time. He wasn’t going to wait any longer, wasn’t waiting for Harold to return. He got excited thinking about the last one, her moans and cries and those stupid pleading looks. She’d been in an even worse part of town, easy prey because there for two men with evil intentions. Nobody else was around, and they’d put the fear of God into her before putting their pricks in her holes. There was no better feeling in the world than destroying a woman. Reducing her to something less than human.

 

It was why they did what they did. But he was alone tonight, and he’d have to hurt her for the both of them.

 

Some people thought there was risk. But those were the people who hadn’t been doing this long enough to understand better. If you make them cum, most women didn’t call. They wouldn’t go near the cops. It was too much humiliation and shame, and nobody would believe them if they did.

 

If they were the kind who couldn’t take it, who really did make a stink and call the pigs, they weren’t the kind who’d ever set foot in a place like this. Those sluts had nobody to blame but themselves. Andrew didn’t even have to bother telling them that. They knew.

 

When the other bitch came to, they was gone. The same thing would happen this time. And the next. And the one after that. And if they did call, they get a big assed surprise.

 

This one was making it easy for him. A petite little bitch, which made him want her all the more. Some girls struggled too much, thinking it made a difference. Not her. She’d give up right away. That little moment of adrenaline where she thought it’d be clever gone just as soon as it flared up.

 

Fucking shit, it didn’t matter if they put up a fight or not. The whore would be under him soon, shamed and scared and realizing better to give it away than ever try him. He had gotten his prick wet enough times to recognize the fighters. That was why he couldn’t get enough. Why he and Harold kept at it week after week, finding new pussy to wreck.

 

He smiled again as the distance between them shrank and his eagerness for her grew. Andrew imagined her giving in, submitting, and by God that made him hard. She had thought she was safe. Why? Because nobody at the bar gave a shit when she blew them off. More likely because she was stupid and too used to people caving in when she got rude. That meant she thought she was invincible.

 

Andrew loved it when they had a surprise coming.

 

The stretch of alley narrowed and wound along. It was the perfect place for her to lead him. Because nobody went down it this late and nobody gave a shit about her even if they did. He figured she thought she’d be out of the way and in her car, or whatever shitty little ride had brought her here. Long gone before anyone could be there to see her. It was the kind of mistake you only got to make once.