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Sisters
a novel by critmk
Chapter 8: Kill All the Lawyers 3
Senior partner Maureen Kennet was not happy.
Her secretary, Susan, wasn’t answering her intercom. Her partners wouldn’t pick up their phones. Associate Mary Kell, the only lawyer who seemed to be doing any work this morning, had no idea as to the whereabouts of her office mate, Angela Loft.
Kennet marched out of her office into the large central room to find five unoccupied desks. Phones were ringing on unanswered. Where the hell was that new office manager (what’s her name – Marian?) and her sister, Gayle, the receptionist? Discipline was failing. No more Ms Nice Boss – time to roll a few heads to get their attention
Kennet was in her early 50s. Tennis kept her 5’5” body at a trim 125 lbs. An abiding interest in the sexual attentions of younger men kept her looking hot. Today she wore a royal blue satin blouse unbuttoned to show a tasty lick of cleavage between her round, 34C breasts. Black patent pumps, dark hose and a black leather mini completed her ensemble. A heavy, expensive gold band loosely encircled her throat. Lightly teased auburn hair framed her nicely proportioned face.
Spying from the barely cracked door of her dead partner’s office, I enjoyed watching her frustration grow.
“Lori? Natsumi? Anybody up there?” she called, in the direction of the mezzanine.
I heard footsteps overheard and then a new voice: “Lori went down to Ms Sikes’ office to get the key for the secure files.”
“Natsumi, where is everyone? What’s going on around here?”
As the Japanese-American researcher explained that she was just as puzzled as Kennet, I slipped out of the office. Natsumi stood at the railing at the edge of the mezzanine, which overhung the central room. She couldn’t see me as I glided into position beneath her.
Kennet could, though. Her eyes were glued to the 9mm pointed at her left tit. I placed an index finger over my mouth to tell her to be quiet, and she was. But the senior partner’s wide-eyed distraction was not lost on Natsumi.
“Are you alright, boss? Is someone down there with you?”
Kennet, mouth agape, continued to look at me. Natsumi leaned far over the rail to get a look at whatever had transfixed Kennet.[natsumi.jpg goes here.]
I leaned forward and looked up, for a view directly up the lovely Asian woman’s skirt. Seamed pantyhose, pumps, no panties – nice. Her left foot extended a little beyond the edge of the mezzanine; I shot her through the sole of her shoe. The impact caused her to kick out her left leg, giving me a shot at the seam running up the back of her left thigh; I didn’t miss. Her head and shoulders lurched forward. I caught her momentum just right with two heavy slugs up her vagina, and Natsumi pitched over the rail.
She landed with her head almost between my feet. Blood from the pussy shots spread quickly across the cold marble floor. The delicate-featured woman trembled and convulsed. I aimed straight down and finished her with a shot to the middle of her forehead. I gazed into her death stare for a delicious moment. The door chime ended my brief reverie.
I checked the monitor on the receptionist’s desk. Barbara Laufer! What the hell…?
“Let her in.”
Kennet didn’t respond. A bullet into the floor between her pumps woke her up. She stumbled to the reception desk and pressed the door button.
Barbara breezed in like a cheery guest on Regis Philbin’s show.
“Still having fun, I see,” she said, toeing Natsumi’s corpse. The she turned her attention to Kennet. “Hmm, older broad – senior partner, I’ll bet. That’s a $400 blouse.”
She saw my disapproving look. “Now don’t be upset with me. I just couldn’t wait until tonight for you to tell me all about it.” She came closer and stroked my cock as she whispered: “I thought it might be fun to fuck amid the victims. Maybe you’ll even let me do one.”
Suddenly, I didn’t mind her presence. I handed her the gun. She turned to Kennet with a smile so cold it chilled even me.[kennet.jpg goes here]
The lawyer turned to run for the door; Barbara knocked her down with a shot to the right buttock. Kennet grunted as she hit the deck hard. She struggled to prop herself on her left elbow. Her face was a living definition of terror and desperation. Her chest was heaving. Blood ran through the fingers she’d clamped on her ass wound.
“If this is about the securities scam, please, don’t kill me, I can make it good I swear,” she gasped.
Barbara laughed a lazy laugh: “You don’t have a clue, do you slut? It’s just as well.”
Kennet jerked violently as a splat and a thump announced the entry of two slugs into her left breast. The blue satin reddened around burnt-black holes just inside her nipple. A faint smell of burning leather passed my nose when the next shot ripped through her skirt midway between navel and pussy. Barbara kicked the woman over from her side to her back. Blood ran toward her neck from her chest wound and in a trickle across her cheek from the left corner of her mouth.
Barbara stood over the woman, straddling her head. She smiled at me: “Jack, you might enjoy knowing that I’m wearing stockings, a garter belt and no panties. The last thing this bitch will see her life is my cunt.”
She fired the four remaining rounds into Kennet’s chest. Each impact bounced the lawyer almost off the floor.
“Is that all of them?”
“No, Barbara; one more.”
“I want her.”
“She’s yours.”
I nodded toward Mary Kell’s office. Barbara took a switchblade from her purse.
“Oh, you must be the translator,” Kell said, as Barbara walked in. “The Russian girls should be here momentarily. Another set of sisters – these old guys like the idea of sisters, for some reason. Please sit down – I’ll be right with you as soon as I finish these notes.”
Kell, 28, perched on her chair with her long legs crossed. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, which hung over her right shoulder. Her features were large and her neck was long. She wore nice black patent heels, sheer stockings and a black minidress with a red vest bodice.
“Jack, come in here, you’ll like this one.”
She was right.
Barbara circled around behind Kell.
“You’re not the translator, are you?” Kell asked, trying to suppress rising panic in her voice.[marykell.jpg goes here.]
“No, Mary Kell, I’m not,” Barbara said. She gripped the woman’s ponytail, yanked her head back, and put the switchblade to Kell’s carotid artery. “I’m the executioner.”
“Oh my God! OH MY Ggghhh--!”
Barbara cut off the scream by plunging the knife deep into Kell’s throat. The woman struggled and kicked in the chair, exposing flashes of red silk panty above her stayups. Blood trickled from the wound until Barbara yanked the blade out; then it gushed over her chest. Kell sprawled back in the chair. Barbara held the bloody knife in her right hand as she maintained her grip on Kell’s hair with her left.
“I love this, holding her as she dies, feeling her convulse,” Barbara said, dreamily, sensually.
Part of me was appalled and even frightened – the woman was a complete maniac – but a greater part was fascinated, even hypnotized, and sexually excited beyond all bounds. When Barbara commanded me to fuck the woman as she died, I didn’t hesitate.
I grabbed Kell under her luscious thighs and heaved her onto the desk. In my excitement, I ripped apart her panties with my bare hands, slid her to me and rammed my dick hard into her pussy.
Kell’s head hung over the desk; blood flowed into a puddle on the floor that quickly expanded to encompass soles and spike heels of Barbara’s shoes. Barbara lifted her skirt and jammed her pussy into the lawyer’s face, which was soon slick with an abundance of the mature woman’s sexual juices. The scent of those juices drove me quite mad; I shot a huge quantity of hot cum into the girl as Barbara, in full orgasmic cry, plunged the switchblade into Kell’s ample left tit again and again.
As my dick relaxed within the dead woman’s still warm body, Barbara leaned over and kissed me. With a low, crazy chuckle, she asked: “Well… was it good for you, too?”