Free Killer Women by Wensley Clarkson Page A

of a lifetime.
     
    ‘Hello. Vivienne. This is Karen Miller. You couldn’t spare me a few minutes for a chat, could you?’
    Barbara and her niece had hatched a plot to destroy Vivienne. This was stage one.
    ‘Great. I’ll see you round here in a while then.’
    Karen beamed as she replaced the telephone receiver. On the sofa – that same sofa where Barbara had made hot passionate love to her girlfriend just a few hours earlier – they discussedthe next part of their scheme. By pure chance, Barbara’s parents were away for the day. They had all the time in the world to get even with Vivienne.  
     
    Now Vivienne Elliot was not exactly a woman who oozed sex appeal. With her wire-rimmed specs and penchant for seventies-style clothes, she hardly made a sensual impression. But she must have had something going for her because she was never short of a man friend or two – or even three.
    At 34 years of age and with four children by as many different men, Vivienne certainly knew how to live life to the full.  
    Her appetite seemed to know no bounds. She had become a virtual legend in Dagenham. She loved to go down to the local pubs and clubs dressed up to the nines in her favourite knee-hugging , platform sole leather boots and a micro mini. Somehow, she would nearly always end up with a man in tow by the end of the evening.  
    Then there were the daytime sex sessions at the tiny two-bedroom council house she lived in with the kids. She had a particular fondness for schoolboys. Neighbours would look on in wonderment as a stream of teenage lads poured into the house.  
    Vivienne used to adore the art of seduction. Drawing these nervous, shaking young boys intoher bedroom by appearing in the front room dressed just in stockings and suspenders.
    Then she would strip them and mother them before teaching them how to do it. Every now and again she would come across an experienced one – they were no good because she did not feel in full control. She hated it when they tried to dominate. Those boys would never be asked back.
    She adored the really innocent ones. They were the lads she could mould and seduce. They would do anything she commanded. Sometimes, that might include tying them to the bed – just to ensure they did not escape.
    Once, Vivienne bound a boy head and foot and then gagged him before going to the shops. As she bought the week’s shopping all she could think about was that young piece of meat back at the house.
    By the time she got home she could not wait. She left the shopping in the car outside and burst into the bedroom. She did not care that he had virtually choked to death on that gag. She pulled it out of his mouth and sat on him without even bothering to untie the ropes.
    But despite her flamboyance, Vivienne was still very possessive. She still liked to have her first husband under her control. She enjoyed allowing him to seduce her sometimes – even though theyhad long since divorced. And she was not at all happy that Barbara Miller had come on the scene. However, she would no longer be a threat because Vivienne had just made sure that everyone – including Jackie’s mother – knew Barb was a lesbian. That would teach her.
    As she walked around to see Karen Miller, she wondered if that was what the teenager wanted to talk to her about. Vivienne knew that Karen was probably Barbara’s only friend in the world.
    ‘Hello, Vivienne. It’s great to see you. Thanks for coming.’
    Karen’s greeting was as cordial as a meeting of two best friends when Vivienne Elliot arrived around at the Miller household. As she stepped into the front room there was no hint of the horrors that were to follow.
    ‘Like a cuppa?’
    The thought of a cup of tea was like music to Vivienne’s ears. She’d had a tough day getting the kids off to school. Doing the week’s shopping. Cleaning the house. Having sex with that cute 14-year-old boy who lived up the road.
    ‘I’d love a cup,’ said Vivienne. Little did