Tangled Mess

Posted by Max5s on March 12, 2003 at 20:34:22:

Tangled Mess

by Max5s

Harvey Crooshank was, unfortunately, a man. But his 5th floor flat
overlooked the entrance to the Hotel St. Frances, and its protruding
bay window provided a perfect angle from which a sniper could easily
pick off one of Washington's elected residents. A Senator no less,
whose position on the Intelligence Committee and his views on the
operation of a certain agency known for its covert activities were
felt by his detractors to be a fatal flaw in his personality.

Jessika Abrams carried the solution to this politically sensitive
problem. Part of it was a beautifully engineered Thompson Contender
that was packed neatly in what Harvey assumed was her briefcase. Its
12-inch barrel was chambered for a .223 cartridge and was topped with
a 2X scope with a duplex recticle. At less than 75 yards, she knew
she wouldn't need or even want any higher magnification. She just
needed a position from which she could reach her target without being
observed. And Harvey was unwittingly assisting her with that. Even
more unfortunate for Harvey was the fact that he would also end up
taking the blame for the Senator's untimely death from an assassin's
bullet.

As Jessika and Harvey stepped out of the elevator, Jessika's mind was
on the devious little scheme she'd cooked up to get her into Harvey's
flat on this particular evening. Jessie (as she was known to her
friends) didn't really have much use for men, and in her opinion,
Harvey Crookshank was short, fat, balding and highly opinionated
little worm. In other words, he hadn't had sex without paying for it
in years, and seducing him, despite being a disgusting experience,
had been almost effortless.

After following up on a tip from her employer, Jessika found him
cuddled up with a Vodka Collins in the St. Frances' bar. She sat down
next to him, and after a few remarks that normally would have sent
her running for the door at warp speed, she allowed him to buy her a
drink. He was obnoxious to be sure, but after a few more Vodka
Collins, his real nastiness began to show through. Harvey, it turned
out, was the most bigoted asshole that ever walked on planet Earth,
and as such, he had rather unforgiving opinions about just about
everyone who thought or felt differently than he. Unfortunately for
Harvey, lesbianism was one of his favorite outrages. And Jessie
managed to jerk every single one of his strings. Each time he opened
his mouth she felt her jaw tighten, and it made it that much easier
for her to pound one more nail in his coffin.

Anyway, tonight's was the third in a series of "chance" meetings
Jessika had arranged, and she made the suggestion that they might go
up to his place after he'd finally had a few more drinks than he
could really handle. She hoped that if she got him drunk enough, he'd
pass out and she could accomplish her objective with Harvey without
having to actually fuck him.

As Crookshank turned the key in the lock, Jocelin's face flashed
across Jessika's mind. For a brief moment, she felt a bit of
uncertainty in what she was about to do. But as she stepped over the
threshold and into the flat, she reminded herself of the cool million
she would make, and how much she was going to enjoy plastering his
fingerprints all over her gun and pinning the blame on Harvey.

In that context, the act of fucking Harvey Eugene Crookshank seemed
like a minor detail; an inconsequential piece of her larger
biography. If it took more than 30 minutes to do him, she'd be
surprised. She weighed that thought for a moment. 30 minutes with
Harvey, and the rest of her life with all that cash. Jo could tag
along if she wanted to, at least until the novelty of their
relationship wore off.

Jessika walked over to the open bay window and stared at the street
below. It was a perfect vantage point. She could stay back from the
glass, make the shot and head out the door before anyone realized
what had happened. By the time they figured out where the shot came
from, she'd be stepping out of the elevator and making her way toward
the Baker Street entrance. Once among the crowd of early morning
pedestrian commuters, she'd be invisible to any hastily assembled
dragnet. Hell. Once the police found Harvey holding the smoking gun
(one actually registered to him), she doubted they'd even begin
looking for her until well into his interrogation. That thought gave
her a sense of satisfaction……..

………Until Harvey sneaked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her
stomach and whispered one of his salacious comments under his alcohol
saturated breath. It was something about her "love canal", but she
didn't really pay attention. She just turned around slowly and kissed
him lightly on the lips and giggled. "What a schmuck," she thought.

Jessie slipped out of her shoes and gently pushed Harvey back toward
the bedroom, her fingers sliding around the knot in his red, silk
tie. Her smile told him he was about to get something special, but
she was moved to jerk the tie up tight around his fat, fleshy throat
before her fingers undid the sloppy half-Windsor that held it in
place. At the bed's edge she unzipped his pants and unfastened his
belt. They fell in a gray pool around his ankles as she ripped the
front of his shirt open. For a moment, she stood there in her bare
feet looking at him. His shoulders were rounded and his tits were
saggy and covered with thick bushy hair. Harvey's fat belly hung over
the edge of his dingy gray, passing for white, boxer shorts and
pressed down on his fully erect pecker. "What a winner," she thought
as she pushed him flat onto the mattress and slipped a rubber out of
her purse. "A regular, fucking dream come true."

Jessie quickly slipped out of her panties, a red thong that matched
her somewhat conservative, yet still sexy dress. She straddled Harvey
and slowly unbuttoned the front. She worked slow…… giving him the
full effect while hoping he'd pass out before she had to actually get
down and do him. One by one, the buttons came undone. First revealing
her slender neck…. then cleavage……. and finally unrestrained breasts
as the garment fell off of her lightly tanned shoulders. Harvey
reached up to touch each creamy mound; feeling his erection tighten
with every delightful squeeze.

Jessie tore open the condom's container with her teeth then pinched
the reservoir tip with her fingers as she slid the lubricated glove
down over his shaft then gave it a playful (and probably painful)
whack with her finger. "Gotta wrap that puppy tight," she whispered,
then smiled a positioned herself over his dick. Jessie pressed
against him very gently letting his shaft slide over her clit. She
closed her eyes and tried to imagine Jocelin below her. It was a
pleasant vision. Jo's lips waited for hers….. soft……. tender…..
loving. And she imagined Jo's fingers gently caressing her sides and
butt as they moved together in slow, unhurried rhythm. Jessie felt
herself getting excited as her mind drifted to how Jo liked to rub
her belly, especially the part between her navel and her bush. It was
a deep, sensual massage accompanied by the gentle kissing of her
breasts and the tonguing of her nipples; her moistened tongue slowly
circling her large areolas. Jessie felt herself being propelled
toward that special place called ecstasy only to be shocked back into
the real world as Harvey belched and filled their mutual breathing
space with the foul stench of undigested alcohol. And then the
bastard came as she let his dick slide between her belly and the
waistline of her dress. She could feel each and every one of the
individual pulsations of his orgasm as the condom's reservoir filled
and expanded into the cavity of her navel. Jessie gritted her teeth
as she moved against him until he was completely spent. She hated the
feeling, but she thanked God he wasn't inside her.

Jessika studied Harvey's face as she extricated herself from their
lovers' embrace. He was out cold. That was good, but it left her
feeling somewhat strange in that she'd never had a sexual encounter
in which her partner fell asleep immediately after
their "lovemaking". But then she reminded herself that she'd never
fucked a drunk before either.

As she reached out to grab her purse, Jessie looked up only to
discover that the city's lights were indeed quite bright. For a
moment she was embarrassed by the fact that she'd just got off the
creepiest guy in DC with the windows open for the whole friggin'
world to watch. But as she walked back into the living room and
stared out at the world, she realized that it didn't really matter to
her at all. Who'd even take the time to notice? And with that, she
removed her dress completely, and sat down on the couch…………… naked,
and lightly stroked herself as she recounted the events leading to
her remarkable success thus far. Then her thoughts drifted back to
Jocelin. Pleasant, erotic thoughts.

Sandi stood in front of a full-length mirror as she tried on the last
bikini in her new collection of swimwear. The top consisted of two
fluorescent green triangles supported by spaghetti straps. It was a
bit more risqué than she normally wore, but in Cancun, it would be
the norm for blue-eyed blondes with golden brown skin. The bottom was
cut equally bold, yet it seemed a natural and comfortable fit. It
plunged well below her belly button in a deep "V" and fit nicely over
her narrow hips, leaving her with the look of a model for Victoria's
Secret.

"How do I look?" Sandi asked.

"I think every guy in Mexico will be staring at your tits if you wear
that one," Jocelin replied.

"Oh yeah? What about the women?"

"I think you'll find a few that'll share an interest your navel."

"I only gotta find one." Sandi replied. "Might be you!"

"Right," Jocelin replied as Sandi gave her a "come hither" look.

Sandi was good in bed….. and they shared more than a few fantasies….
but Jo had plans that didn't involve Mexico… or Sandi either…… at
least for the time being. And Sandi knew it…….. and she HATED it!!!

Sandi walked over to the window and picked up a Sony video camera and
flipped open the viewing screen. "Come here," she said.

As Jocelin walked over to where Sandi was standing, Sandi turned the
device on. Jo watched as she saw a woman in a red dress leading a
balding man into a bedroom. It was grainy and obviously shot from the
window in front of them. The woman's auburn, collar length hair hung
tightly around her neck. She was tall and pretty, and as the two
climbed upon the bed, the woman turned and Sandi had zoomed in on her
face. Jocelin felt a chill throughout her body as she recognized the
face. The video ended abruptly when the woman mounted the man and it
seemed obvious that the two were making love.

Jo felt like she'd been cut with a knife. Once by Jessie…. and once
by Sandi. A new lover……….. and an old one. One careless….. one
jealous. As she stared out the window, she recognized the flat in
Sandi's home movie. She picked up a pair of binoculars and looked in
on the two occupants. The man was sprawled out face up on the bed,
and Jessie was sitting on the couch………… reading………… naked as jay
bird.

Jo picked up her phone and dialed the now familiar number of her
young lover. As she watched, she could see Jessie pull her cell phone
from her purse and answer.

"Hello." Pause.

"Hello."

"Hey Jessie. It's me."

"Hi babe," she replied. "Where are you?"

"I'm at home. And you? Where are you."

"I'm in a Best Western near DC." Jocelin stiffened with the lie.

"I miss you babe," Jocelin whispered. "I NEED," she hesitated for a
long moment, "to be with you."

"I wanna be with you, too. I hate this place."

"Jessie……… I want to touch you, Jessie. I wanna hold you. Tell me you
want me to hold you, Jessie. ……… Tell me what you're wearing?"

"Right now…….. I'm naked…….. Stark naked." Jessie let the fingers of
her right hand drift up and down between her breasts. "I want to be
touched, Jo. I want YOU to touch me."

"Tell me where, Jessie," Jo responded as Sandi unbuttoned Jocelin's
blouse. "Tell me where." Jo pulled the blouse out from the tight
waistline of her skirt.

Jessie lightly squeezed her right nipple between her fingers. "Touch
my breasts," she whispered. "I want you to touch my breasts…. and
stroke my nipples."

Sandi slid the blouse down over Jo's shoulders and let it fall to the
floor.

Jo set down the binoculars and picked up a scoped rifle that was
propped up against the window sill. It was a Remington Model 700 BDL
chambered for a 7.62 NATO round, topped off with a Leupold 3X9
variable and fitted with a suppressor. She eased a round into the
chamber then closed the bolt. At 9X, Jessie looked like she was in
the same room. "I want to touch your pussy, Jessie."

Jessie reached down between her legs and let her fingers glide
through her pubic hair. "It's soft, Jo. It's waiting for you, babe.
Tell me how you'd touch it."

"Put your fingers inside and think about me kissing your breasts."

Jessie pushed one finger against her clit. A bit of the lubricant
from the rubber was still there and as she stroked herself softly
between her labia, her growing excitement prepared her for the
subsequent insertion of her fingers. "It's too soon, Jo. I'm not
ready. Not yet."

Jo leaned over a dresser, her butt swaying gently from side to side
subtly encouraging Sandi's advances, and brought the crosshairs to
bear on Jessie's chest. She steadied the rifle then let the little
lines float across each breast and caress each nipple. "Take your
time, babe. We've got all night. And I want this to be perfect."

Sandi flipped Jo's skirt up over her butt and smiled as she
discovered that her steamy redhead had left her panties at home.

"Feel me kissing your belly, Jess," Jo cooed as Sandi pressed the
index finger of her right hand into Jo wide navel while stroking her
left nipple with the other.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhhh. I feel it, Jo."

"Stick your fingers in nooowwww," Jocelin moaned as Sandi penetrated
Jo's pussy with her fingers. "Oh goddddd!" she whispered as the
finger pressing into her navel seemed to meet up with the two deep
inside her sex.

"Oh Joooo. Two fingers…… deep inside. Oh God Jo. Oh God. I want you
here."

Jocelin watched through the scope as Jessika drove herself toward
ecstasy. Her head arched back over the back of the couch as her
fingers pressed inward. She lifted her right leg a bit and hooked her
knee over the arm of the couch.

"Oh Jo. I'm cumming. My body. Oh my body is…… Oh Jo……."

The crosshairs settled on the soft spot just under Jessie's left
nipple as she arched her body in her orgasmic throes.

"Good-bye, Jessie."

The quiet was shattered by a loud snap as the rifle recoiled. A
pinhole of red formed on Jessika's breast as the bullet punched
through her and slammed her against the back of the couch. For a
second she hung motionless, her fingers on one hand still probing her
nethers while the other held the phone against her ear. "Good-bye,
Jessie," played over and over in her mind, then the cell phone
dropped to the floor. Then a trickle of blood snaked down the front
of her belly, filling her navel then moving on down as the shallow
depression quickly overflowed. Then another trickle…. and another.
Her fingers touched the wound. Gently at first…… as if it couldn't
really be true…… then with more deliberate motion as the obvious sunk
in. Jessie stared up at the window…… right through the bullet hole
and right into Jocelin's deep green eyes. Jessie suddenly knew the
who and presumed the why from the circumstantial evidence that she
was a part of. She knew what Jo was able see, and as she looked back
up the pathway from which the bullet came, she mouthed the
words, "You're wrong."

As Jocelin watched, she felt Sandi's breasts brushing against her
back. The blonde was completely naked now, and violence of the moment
deepened the yearning in her waiting loins. Violence turned both of
them on. And as Jessika took her final breath she understood that it
had all been part of Sandi's elaborate planning. Undoubtedly, the
jealous blonde had orchestrated a phony hit for the inexperienced
newcomer and pointed Jessika in the bald mans direction. And the
video— how clever it had been…………. Jessie hated men……… Jo knew
that………… and would never have fucked one unless she thought it was a
crucial element in obtaining her objective. Yet Jo let herself react
in an all too predictable way that removed all the obstacles to
Sandi's lust. All except one.

Sandi slid her fingers across Jocelin's mound as she pressed her lips
tightly against those of the redheaded lover she so desired. It was a
long kiss……. Passionate …….. Tongues lightly brushing against each
other, then alternately probing. Sandi broke the embrace and nibbled
at Jo's lower lip with her teeth as her left hand squeezed the
redhead's buttocks and pulled her tightly against her own throbbing
sex. Again they kissed, belly pressed tight against belly, and their
lips melding into each other like steaming hot lava flows.

Jocelin placed her hands along Sandi's bare ribs and let her lips
drift down to the blonde's left breast. She kissed it lightly, then
let her tongue make small swirls around the nipple until it was fully
erect. Sandi tilted her head back until she could feel soft strands
of hair caress her back at a point just above her waist. She could
taste her victory as Jocelin continued to pleasure her with her
darting tongue and soothing lips.

With a free hand, Jo pressed her index finger into Sandi's navel and
playfully tormented her with stabbing motions. Sandi doubled over and
backed up against the wall as Jocelin took full advantage of her
fantasy.

"You're dead, Sandi. Just like we've played it out dozens of times in
bed."

"How c-could you, Jo? Right through my belly button," Sandi continued
the script.

"You're dead, Sandi," she whispered again. "You tricked me, and now
Jessie's dead. No second chances for you, Sandi. No mercy."

There was a momentary silence, then the unmistakable sound of a
switchblade opening.

Sandi felt a sudden hollowness in the pit of her stomach. She shifted
her weight to her right side and tried to pull away, but Jocelin held
her firm. Very slowly Jo brought the glimmering blade between them,
its sharp point aiming for the former athelete's belly. Sandi was
shocked. She was a full 5 inches taller than Jo and had weight
trained for years to maintain the tone and strength in her arms, yet
her smallish lover easily overcame her resistance and pushed the tip
of the stiletto against her naked belly. The two stood perfectly
still; both staring at Sandi's navel. Jocelin swirled the tip around
the inner circumference of the blonde's incredible umbilicus,
distorting it and exaggerating its shape. Then she lined the blade up
with a vertical fold in Sandi's otherwise rounded belly button.

"I loved you once," Jocelin whispered just as she pressed her lips
against Sandi's and gave her a long, deep kiss. "But as they say,
that was then, and THIS," she shoved the blade in, "is now."

Sandi's face couldn't conceal her surprise or her pain as the weapon
slowly dug into her….. First an inch….. then two…….. then ALL THE WAY
IN…… until the hilt pressed against her soft brown skin. Jo waited a
few seconds then twisted the blade, essentially guaranteeing that the
wound would be fatal.

Blood oozed in copious amounts from Sandi's ragged wound, dressing
her in a crimson garment that began in her belly button and extended
downward, saturating her pubic thatch and covering her as though she
were wearing a red triangle bikini.

Sandi slowly doubled up clutching the knife and dropped to her knees.
More blood oozed out between her fingers as she desperately tried to
hold her insides together. "All I wanted………. was you……… with ME………..
like it used to be," she gasped as blood dribbled over her lower
lip. "I wanted US again….."

"It was ALWAYS about what YOU wanted, Sandi."

Sandi looked up into Jo's eyes. The LOVE…. the PASSION….. even the
RESPECT. They were all absent. The pain in Sandi's face begged for
compassion, but Jocelin turned and walked into the bathroom and left
her clutching the steel wedged deep in her belly.

A moment later, Sandi toppled forward and faded into the crimson pool
that spread beneath her.

Jo laid flat on her back, staring haphazardly at the ceiling fan as
it slowly churned through the hot, humid Florida air. She took a deep
breath then counted the blades as they swung by in their circular
paths. One…… Two……… Three…….. Four……… Five. All solid wood and
probably manufactured back in the early sixties, before central air
conditioning became common place. But they cooled her now, and that
was all that mattered.

Jo closed her eyes as the fan motor hummed above. For the last hour
and a half she'd made love to Michael. It wasn't their first time,
but it was an event that transcended all of their previous
experiences. In fact, she could remember no time in her life when it
had been THIS good. Her body was STILL reacting to it as she extended
her right arm back toward the headboard and stretched before looping
it around her head. The middle finger on her left hand gently circled
the bare skin around her navel and occasionally dipped into her deep
umbilical fold like an imaginary bullet reaching deep into her core
and penetrating the armor surrounding her darkest and most intense
sexual fantasies. Michael had found the key that opened the door
while others, except perhaps Sandi, had only stood and knocked.

It began with Michael's voice. It was rich in tone and resonated
within her as he spoke. As a professor of literature, he had honed
his skills in storytelling, and could, with subtle changes in
inflection, convey a wide range of emotions to his mesmerized
audience. But Michael had also developed the uncanny ability to read
the emotional background that all individuals carry with them as they
go about their daily lives. Today….. as he and Jocelin entered the
bed chamber, he stripped away the armor that surrounded HER fantasies
with the same finesse he used to remove the La Perla lingerie she had
chosen to seduce him in.

As the fan churned its cool air over her body, she felt the flames of
desire burning inside her again. Her fingers dug into the sheets and
she felt her body quiver as she imagined him pounding her into the
mattress with each powerful thrust of his insatiable manhood.

Jo opened her eyes and watched quietly as Michael opened the top
drawer of the dresser and removed a box of .45 ACP cartridges and two
Colt Govt. Model magazines. He loaded 7 rounds of hardball into each
one before he realized she was studying his movements.

"Why are you playing with those when you could be laying here with
me?" she asked.

"Just a curiosity I had," he responded as he walked back over to the
bed. Using his thumb, he popped one round out of the magazine he held
in his right hand. It flew end-over-end and landed on the sheet next
to her hip. Michael picked it up and examined it. "It doesn't really
look all that deadly, does it?"

"Looks can be deceiving, Michael."

"That they can!" he replied. "Now don't move," he cautioned as he
placed the base of the cartridge in her navel so that it would stand
upright.

"I think they're designed to go in the other way around," she
laughed. "Like this." She turned it around and pushed it deep into
her gut. "What a sexy place to get shot, Mr. Hammer."

"Indeed it is." Michael walked back to the dresser. "Are you really
going to give that story about the attempted assassination of Senator
Corely to the Post?"

"Depends on how much they're willing to pay for it. Otherwise, the
Times gets it."

Michael pulled out two .45 automatics, loaded them with the magazines
he'd filled, chambered a round in each and activated the thumb
safety. Jo sat up on her knees as Michael tossed one of the guns onto
the bed.

"What are you doing, Michael?"

"I'm giving you a fighting chance. You win, the story gets published.
You lose……well…you just lose."

Jo looked down at the gun. She wasn't sure why Michael cared about
the story. "I don't understand?"

"You always got your contracts from Sandi, and she got them from me."

"Sandi worked……….. for YOU?"

"Is that so incredulous? An agent working under the cover of a
college professor? And studying what I love to boot."

"But…."

"But what? We're lovers? ….. We were. And we still would be… except
for the fact that you can no longer be trusted. Now I'm going to give
you your ultimate fantasy…. this time for real."

Michael pointed his gun at Jo. "Pick the gun up but keep it pointed
down at the bed."

Jo picked up the gun, letting the muzzle rest against the mattress.

"I'm going to lower my gun. Once it's pointed at the floor, it's your
move. Fire when ready."

Michael lowered his gun and the two stared at each other. Jo could
feel herself getting excited again. It started out as a tingle, then
she felt her sex tighten as it yearned for satisfaction.

As Jo raised her gun she felt what seamed like a brick hit her
stomach. Breathing was suddenly difficult, and as she stared down at
her belly, she watched in horror and a small trickle of blood oozed
from her navel and snaked its way down into her pubic hair. Her left
hand clutched the area over her belly button as the Colt slipped from
her fingers, but stopping the flow was an impossible task and the
harder she tried, the worse it got. Slowly she watched the tiny red
droplets collect on her fingers then drop onto the white sheets below
her. With each passing second, the pain went deeper, hollowing her
out and driving her erotic pressure into the red zone.

Jo looked back at Michael. His cold blue eyes stared back at her as
she toppled backward onto the mattress. He walked over to the bed and
raised his gun once again and fired. The second bullet followed the
first and Jo doubled up with the pain. After a few seconds, her body
relaxed a bit and her eyes focused on the ceiling fan once again. She
could feel the cool air pushing against her skin, and as the blades
whirred by she tried to count them.

One….. Two…… Thr……..