Posted by critmk and Shoot2Kill on December 20, 2000 at 08:02:58:
Leather and Fur, Beauty and Blood
Part 7: Susan's Surprise
by critmk
Susan drove, at a leisurely pace, back to the alley where she had picked up Peter - where the Limo driver and the two unlucky hookers had been killed. She pushed a button on a remote control; an overhead door rose, and she drove in.
A blue Buick Electra and a white Ford Crown Victoria were in the spacious garage, both a few years old and both with South Carolina plates. All five killers quickly changed into comfortable traveling clothes right for late-fall weather: khakis for David, jeans and sweaters or blouses for the women. Nothing too sexy - though these women were sexy in anything - to attract excessive attention. Four women travelling with one man also might attract comment; Susan slipped into the passenger seat of the Ford, with David driving. Domika drove the Buick, with Kay beside her and
Caprice in back.
The two vehicles made their way out of Manhattan and headed south for the resort city of Hilton Head, S.C. Susan saw the three other girls laughing and whooping it up as they exited the freeway behind her. The two cars would travel by separate routes.
David and Susan, by contrast, were thoughtful and quiet for miles. She gazed at David's profile for a long time. It was getting dark. The city was falling away behind them.
'You're one of us, now,' he said, quietly, never taking his eyes off the road. 'We can speak freely around you now, and let you know something about our history. The girls have been dying to tell you about their exploits. They can - we can - now that we know you really believe in our cause.'
He turned toward Susan and levelled a penetrating stare into her eyes. Susan, uncomfortable, turned away. 'You do believe, don't you Susan? Sometimes I think you're not quite like the others.'
She waited a beat and changed the subject: 'Was this fashion thing your biggest job, David?' He let her off the hook and followed her lead. He smiled.
'In terms of body count and publicity, certainly,' he said. 'In terms of effectiveness, in making a difference, maybe not. A little over a year ago, we wiped out the whole executive board of Colcott Cosmetics, and the firm came tumbling down. They did more animal testing than any other company in the world. We put a stop to that. Caprice won her stripes on that one. I watched from a distance, through binoculars; it was beautiful, all these coddled, wealthy, middle-aged executive types being blown away in a limousine! The girls were exhilarated - they laughed and laughed and took turns imitating - mocking, really - the death throes of those women. That was so naughty - they were old enough to be their mothers.'
David turned and grinned at Susan, but she was turned away, looking out the window.
Just after midnight, they stopped at a Holiday Inn just like any other on a freeway strip just like any other. They slept together and made love twice, first to David's lovingly detailed description of the shooting death of the soap star seated next to him at the fashion show, then to Susan's increasingly breathless and excited account of stabbing the young, black backstage manager.
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The Buick was in the driveway when David and Susan pulled up at the beach house at three the next afternoon. Caprice, Dominika and Kay heard the Ford's wheels crunching up the half-mile access road from the Hilton Head Island perimeter drive and came bounding across the lawn of the horseshoe turnaround to meet them. They were all smiles, bikinis and flying wet hair.
'The beach is great, and the water's still warm here,' Kay exclaimed, as she pressed her wet body against David's.
'It's paradise,' Dominika said, to Susan. 'You'll love it here. Take a swim, Susan, it will help you unwind after the trip.'
The five of them removed the bags from the Ford - including two laden with weapons -- and started toward the house.
'It would be paradise, if there were anything to eat in the house,' Kay said. 'I'll make a run to the market.'
'I'll do it,' Susan said, with a sly smile. 'I know you'll want to stay here and play with David. Besides, I saw an organic foods co-op on the drive in. I know just where to go.'
The picky, Vegan diets made shopping difficult. Susan, in the last few weeks, had made herself the unofficial shopper and cook for the group. She was something of a wizard with tofu. Susan freshened up. She pulled on black thong panties, then slipped on a short, black sheath dress with off-center slit and a square neckline. No bra. No hose. Simple black mules. She stepped into the living room and to take food orders; mostly they left it to her.
'Hmm, you certainly are dressed to kill,' David said, as he gave her a wad of cash. 'You'll knock 'em dead at the market.'
'You never know - I might have to kill someone,' Susan said, flirty, on her way out the door, exiting to a chorus of sarcastic ooooohs from the other girls.
Susan dutifully did her shopping at the organic foods store, then made one more stop. An unauthorized one. From the point of view of Animal Liberation Army, a treasonous one.
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Two hours later, Susan drove up to the side of the house and parked near a direct entrance to the gourmet kitchen. 'Honeys, I'm home,' she sang out, as she entered with two bags of groceries. She set them on the counter and went back to the car to fetch two more. As she re-entered, Dominika sauntered in.
Susan gasped when she saw her. Dominika wore a copper-colored push-up bra embroidered in gold and matching bikini briefs. A garter belt lifted sheer lace stockings. She was shod in gold spike sandals with thin black straps at the base of the toes, high on the instep and at the ankle. Her dark hair, usually worn up, was flung out about her head and shoulders.
'You like?' she purred at Susan, who seemed to be paralyzed for a moment. She snapped out of it.
'I like, Dominika. But I'm hungry. I think I'll eat first - and then do you.' She smiled, but in a cold, peculiar way that raised a vague alarm within Dominika. 'By the way - what are the others doing?'
'Caprice is taking a shower, and David and Kay are banging away in the back bedroom.'
Susan smiled again. She reached into a brown grocery bag with her left hand and pulled out a soft, rounded object wrapped in deli paper. There were grease spots on it, and a Wimpy's restaurant logo. Susan slowly, even sensually, removed the paper and stuffed as much of the half-pound hamburger into her mouth as she could manage. She stared directly into Dominika's increasingly horrified eyes and began to chew .
'Mmmmmmmm,' she moaned, luxuriously. She held the burger, one large bite missing, invitingly toward Dominika.
Now it was Dominika's turn to be momentarily paralyzed. When Susan dropped the burger to the counter and plunged her right hand into the grocery bag, Dominika tried to turned to run.
Too late.
The first shot hit her between thigh and panty, just inside her left front garter strap. She banged, butt first, into the white tile wall behind her. Susan put the next one into her throat - she didn't want any screaming - and Dominika's knees buckled and her head rocked back.
Dominika was on her knees, swaying woozily. Her brown eyes were going glassy. Blood flowed in a thin, pulsing line from her neck into the cleavage between her large, pushed-up breasts and from her thigh wound above her lace stocking-tops. Susan tore off a piece of the hamburger and stepped to the dying woman. She partially supported her with her left leg. She grabbed a left handful of silky dark-brown hair and yanked back Dominika's head, and stuffed the bit of burger down her open mouth. She rammed home the beef with the silencer of her 9mm.
Phutt! Dominika's petite body jerked with startling violince. Blood surged from her nose. An exit wound opened on the smooth curve of her right buttock. Susan removed the barrel of the gun from her mouth, releasing a puff of gray smoke that had been trapped there. Dominika was dead, but still somehow kneeling. Susan nudged her lightly with her hip. Dominika's tits bounced as she fell onto her left side against the terra-cotta tile of the floor. The blood still trickling from her throat wound yielded to gravity and changed the course of its flow. Susan poked a spike heel against dead breast flesh and rolled her victim from side to back. She took a long look at Dominika and pressed the warm noise suppressor up under her skirt and between her legs. She suppressed the noise of her own orgasm, which made it all the more intense.
Susan reloaded. Caprice would be next.
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