Posted by Rodney on April 03, 2002 at 11:22:01:
Hi! My name is Mora Kox
I guess your wondering how a smart girl like me...
could wind up in a position like this. The position
being...face down on a bed in a sleazy motel in Los
Angeles, California. I know...I know..it's not unusual
to for a girl to be found in bed in a sleazy motel.
What's unique about this girl..is I'm lying face
down on a pile of blood soaked money, with a dozen
bullet holes in me...and the room is filled with cops.
Yes..I'm dead. Hey! So would you be, if you had this
much lead in you.
There is a photographer taking photo's and the
ambulance is on the way to take me to the morgue.
Death came sort of earlier that I had expected. I had
intended to live a little longer that nineteen years.
...My Uncle Frank is the only person I know who knew
the exact time he would die. The Warden told him.
I know...I know..You want to know how I wound up
this way and I'm going to tell you. I tend to get a
little chatty sometimes. I could tell you my life story
...but there isn't time before they haul my corpse
away. Let's just say that I've always felt the pull of
being on the wrong side of the law for as long as I can
remember.You know...like Darth Vader, drawn to the dark
side. Without Darth's breathing problem.
I had just won the Britany Spears look-a-like contest at the Purple Pussycat Strip Club. That's how
I met Vic. I started hanging out with Vic and his Biker
gang, the Scorpions. That's Vic slumped over in the
corner with a bunch of bullet holes in him. We're a
matched pair.
Vic was a real sweet guy in a lot of ways and hung
like a Mule...but he had his faults too. Just two faults really...he was a crook and a killer.
Now..being a gun moll is kind of fun in a way, but
that's how I got here...face down and a candidate for
Miss Swiss Cheese of 2002. On top of that..with all
these bullets...I must weigh a ton. Their going to need
a couple of weight lifter types to lift me onto the
gurney. I know...I know...lousy joke. Get on with the
story you say...my...your an anxious little Necro person...aren't you?
Oh yes...so anyway, Vic comes up with this plan to
rob an armored car when they're picking up bags of
money from a bank. He recruits a couple of the Scorpions and I drive the get away car.
Sounds cool to me...I figure crime does pay..and
after all, the hours are good. Sure looked easy on
paper.
Well...come the big day, there are guns going off
all over the place. When it was over, two Scorpions
and an armored car guard lay dead in the street. Vic
and I sped off...with the Police in pursuit.
Losing them wasn't easy. Fifty miles later, we pull
into the Parisan Motel in downtown L.A...don't let the
name fool you..the only connection between the Parisan
Motel and Paris...is that the cockroaches are probably
related.
Have you ever noticed..that in the movies, the bad
guys check into run down motels. I opted for the ...
the Beverly Hills hotel...doorman...room service and
all.......I mean, what Cop would look for you there? Jeepers! What's the point of having all this
money, if you can't spend it?
But is was nice to take a shower and unlimber a
bottle of Jack Daniels to celebrate. Sort of wind down
after all the thrill of the robbery and eluding the
Police. We shook out the three sacks of money on the
bed and tossing aside the credit card receipts and
checks...there had to be over half a million dollars
in cash spread on the mattress...on which we settled
down for a little love making.
I told you Vic had a few good qualities...and I was
taking one of them way up inside me.
OHHHHH. It felt sooo..good. Sinking down..absorbing
all..could it actually be ten inches? "Yes...oh, Fuck
..yes?", I bit my lip, trembling as I sank to his base.
"Move it, baby", Vic demanded. "Make those tits
bounce. That's it, Mora. You've got...great tits."
My forty-inch, double D Bra Busters plunged up and
down..my blonde hair beating my shoulders. Vic digging
his fingers into my mounds, making my nipples spring
erect.
You know that best thing before sliced bread...
people always are looking for? Well, I had found it..
and I was riding up and down on it right now!
I purred happily. What more could a girl want? A
half a Million Dollars and a ten inch cock..all in one
day! Our labored breathing the only sound in the room.
Then...I was gasping out my bliss as we orgasmed together.
Well...It was right at that moment that the fecal
matter hit the whirling blades...as the Cops called over a bull-horn for us to come out with our hands up.
Talk about spoiling a great party! This would never
have happened at the Beverly Hills Hotel.
Vic had no intention of going quietly. He grabbed a
pair of guns and started blazing away out the window.
I huddled against the wall and put both hands over my
ears. So scared, I could hardly spit.
Then...Vic was flying backwards, crashing against
the wall...sliding to the floor.
"Vic...Vic...Honey!", I screamed, scrambling to him.
"Wake up and tell me what to do...Vic", I whimpered.
"Please...Vic."
One of the guns fell from his hand. I picked it up.
a twinge of excitement going through me. I looked into his glazed eyes.
"You want this, Vic? You want me to fight the fuckers?"
His head fell back. "F..Fight...ahhhhhh", he murmured.
"OK Vic, if that's what you want..I fight'em for you."
I scooped up the other gun and crawled to the window and took a peak over the ledge. Wow! Must..must
be at least thirty patrol cars parked all over the
parking lot. There had to be fifty Cops or more out
there.
One of them had a Bull-Horn and he raised it. "All
right, this is your last chance. Come out with your
hands up! Come on out...now!"
Besides the patrol cars, there were a half a dozen
Television News Vans and their camera's were catching
all the action...Live from the Parisan Motel..just in
time for the ten O'Clock News! Golly!...I think there is a CNN van! I love Larry King.
I took a long pull on the Jack Daniel's bottle...
weighed my options...the usual for me...slim and none.
Either surrender...and get the death penalty...what was
the flavor of the month for execution in this State?
Lethal injection, electrocution or the gas chamber?
Killing the bottle of Jack...I made up what was left
of my mind and stood up...full view in the window. A
naked blonde with two guns in her hands.
I guess it was kind of dumb of me, actually...and
maybe I wouldn't have exposed myself in the window like that ...if I hadn't drank all that whiskey. And
then again...maybe I would have.
I was so scared...but I wanted to do it anyway...
something inside me..some deep-seated exhibitionist
urge...some supressed death wish...I don't know what,
driving me...pushing me on...
The room lighting up like daylight from the camera
and spot lights. Hey! Does this mean I'm a star? Hey!
Look at me! Goose bumps erupted on my skin.
I thrust both guns forwards and squeeze the triggers. Wow! That's loud.
To be honest..I'd never shot a gun before and I
found it...it...sooo stimulating...as if my nipples could peak any harder. I squeezed down on the triggers
...the guns fired again and again...with me not knowing
if I hit anything.
The way I felt right now, Bonnie Parker was a piker.
She took on a few Cops...I was taking on a whole Cop
Army. Bonnie and Clyde were ancient history...Mora and
Vic were the new kids on the block!
The sound of breaking glass and bullets striking
around the open window...made me realized the Cops were
shooting back..winking light in the darkness.
Of course..I knew I was going to take a bullet...you
don't expose yourself to fifty guns..without catching
one or two. I wondered when it would happen..what it
would feel like..if it would really hurt...a lot?...
...Then..the answer came in the form of a searing pain
ripping through my tummy.
I lurched...as the blazing fire exploded in my guts
...and I looked down and bent forwards to get a look at
the source of my pain...a sheet of blonde hair falling
in front of my eyes and...obstructed my view.
Just an observation on my part: Men like girl's with
long hair and big boobs...but there is a down side. If
your big busted...you can't even see your toes, unless
you bend forwards. And if you wear your hair long and
loose, it tends to get in your way...
Ahhhhh...yes! There it was...a small, round, blood
spurting hole...let's see...three...maybe four inches
below my navel. I watched the blood worm it's way toward my blonde bush. Sure seemed like such a small thing...to cause so much pain.
Fighting the fire the slug had started..somewhere
deep inside me...I came erect..arching up on my toes..
head back...blonde hair rippling down my back...giving
the waiting camera's a good look at the blood burping
hole im my...I know it sounds like bragging but it's
true...Playmate Center Fold candidate body...Hey! Your
smirking...but I once got an offer to pose for...well,
that's another story.
I heard a tremendous scream burst from my writhing
lips...and even though I had no experience at this sort
of thing...you know, getting shot...I'd always loved
Gangster Flicks...especially those were the Gun Moll
gets shot...
So, remembering what I'd seen a gal do in a flick
I'd seen...I screamed....
"Eeeegghhhhh...T..THAT THE...B..BEST YOU..C..CAN
DO!...COME ON...COME ON...Y..YOU...B..BASTARD!", at
least, that's what the girl had screamed in the movie.
Shit! My left bra-buddie is twirling and dancing on
my chest. The red hole spitting crimson on the upper
slope...liquid fire snaked and rippled through my bullet punctured mammory. What are they using..Elephant
guns? Gross! Look at the size of that hole!
Some uniformed slob pops up from behind a car and
fires at me. Eeeeeaggghhhh...! The impact of the slug
opening a new hole just above my blonde pelt...doubles
me violently forwards...blonde hair sweeping across my
face....hair a damn nuisance.
Oh! the pain...Damn fire! I always could take it.
Can I take much more of this? How much........?
Gritting my teeth..I struggle erect..shaking the hair out of my face...Vic..darling...you'd want me..to
go out...fighting....
Hey!..the cop that just shot me..he's actually kind
of cute, in a crew cut sort of way. Oh well...I fire
both guns at him...I'm lucky...because it sure isn't
skill...there's a shrill scream...him or me? And he
falls.
That must have really made the Cops mad..because they really started blasting away...and it was my right
bazonker's turn to sway and bounce..my nipple replaced
with one of the those blood spurting holes...I squeeze the triggers..can't aim..not trying to...
My body jerking with each bullet...slug after slug...oops!...there goes the left nipple! I did a dance of death framed in the window..a bullet buffeted
blonde doing..sort of a combination of the swim, the
twist, the jerk...and something of my own that was dictated by the bullets ravaging my body....
My hips pumping in three directions at once..felt
the slug reaming my navel...AIIEEEEE....!..my hooters
swaying...jerking...leaping...rotating...red hole after
red hole...after red hole...peppering the spinning orbs. I didn't know I had that many dance moves in me..
I mean...I know what I've got and the best way to shake it...but I'd never shaken it like this before...
bumps...grinds...and bounces..my blonde hair flying in all the directions....
A bullet spins me around...guns flying from my hands...two more bullets hit me in the back..I'm staggering...I'm falling forwards...onto the bed..onto
the pile of money...I grasp two big hand-full's of cash
..raise my head..through the strands of hair I can see
the money..my money...between my clenched fingers...and
I die...
Well..that's my story. Seems's like a real cruel
trick of fate..when I finally get my hands on a big chunk of money..I only get to keep it for a few hours.
Never got to spend a nickel. This dump didn't even have room service.
The only thing that's changed...is that instead of
being alive and broke...I'm dead and broke...yep, you
sure can't take it with you...
But...I am going to get my five minutes of fame.
I mean...how many girl's can go out of this world...
with a snarl on their lips...well, I hope it looked like a snarl...and blazing guns in their hands...on
the Ten O'Clock News? Just little ole Mora. Bonnie
Parker..eat your heart out!
Well, I'd like stay and chat more...I'd tell you about that offer from Playboy Magazine...but their getting ready to lift me off the bed...ahhhh..look at
all that blood soaked money on the bed...what a waste!
Their closing the zipper on the body bag...now that
I'm on the gurney. Looks like they are ready to go.
Do me one last favor. Watch the Ten O'Clock news.
Put the kiddies to bed. It will definately be X rated.
For Mora. Thanks. Love and kisses. Bye Now.