Posted by Vinnie on August 28, 2006 at 20:35:39:
By Vinnie
It was a warm summer day. The office was buzzing with activity. Printers churning. Copiers humming. Eight office girls taking care of business. Making calls. Filing documents. Entering data on their computers. Handling money. It all seemed so normal. So ordinary. Just another afternoon at the office.
Or so it seemed.
Brandi lay atop her big office desk. Luscious long legs spread wide. Tight white miniskirt pushed up her tanned and toned thighs. Writhing and squirming. The stranger was kissing her. Almost crushing her as he lay across her tight, athletic body. Pressing into her as he slid his hands over her big, firm tits and pushed his tongue into her pretty red-painted mouth.
Brandi had met him at lunch. And had invited him back to her office. She didn't normally do this kind of thing. "Don't go with strangers" had always been her motto. And certainly not during the day. While she was at work. It was against the rules. She knew it. Nobody was supposed to be in the building except the girls. Their work was important. Very important. "Top secret" her boss had told her. No one was supposed to know about them. And all the money they handled every day. God, there was so much money in the office. And their business. It wasn't exactly 100% legal. Well, not really legal at all. Someone else was actually in charge. Brandi didn't know exactly who. Someone "offshore". And there was a warehouse nearby. Where all the "junk" was stored before it went out on the street. It was drugs. She knew it. Cocaine, heroin, marijuana, steroids, designer drugs, and more. She even used the stuff herself. But she didn't give a shit. As long as she had plenty of cash, clothes, jewelry, and dope. A new car every year. And lots of hot girls and boys to "party" with. Get high and get fucked. That's all that mattered.
The girls ran the office. The office where the documents were filed. And the data was stored. The office where all the money came in. Brandi didn't know all the details. It was very secretive. But the girls got paid so well. And they got to dress up like models every day! They attended lots of fancy parties with celebrities and politicians. There were rock stars and athletes. Wealthy businessmen. And guys who looked like gangsters! There were always plenty of "sugar daddies" around. It was so easy. And so much fun. To be desired. To be lavished with attention. Cars, clothes, jewelry, money. Usually in payment for intimate "services rendered". And drugs. Lots of drugs. All different kinds! The girls could have all they wanted. And they also received lots of expensive gifts. Including a gold locket with a key inside. Each girl had to wear the locket every day. "Protect the key", they were told. Don't trust anyone. And don't talk to anyone about work. The girls were supposed to be careful. Very careful.
But he was irresistible. This tall, dark stranger. He was so handsome. He was so charming. And his body. It was so tight and muscular. And Brandi could tell he wanted her. From that huge bulge in his jeans. He kept staring at her in the restaurant. Brandi wasn't surprised. Lots of people stared. She knew she looked good. Today. And every day. She was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. And always dressed to kill.
Heads turned the second Brandi entered the restaurant, her flawless face, long legs, stunning tits, and tight 36-24-36 body acting as an erotic magnet, drawing all eyes to her. A white, stretch lace miniskirt hugged her alluring ass and swaying hips, double side slits exposing acres of tanned thigh as she strode across the floor on 4" ankle-strap stiletto heel pumps. A cleavage-baring black lace halter top stretched over her undulating 36DD breasts, firm tits straining inside the skintight fabric, hard nipples on display. Her sensuous dark eyes matched the deep rich color of the long brunette hair piled loosely atop her head. Dangling, chandelier earrings swung seductively back and forth as Brandi tilted her eyes towards the menu.
She could see him watching. Watching her intently. He smiled. Brandi smiled back. She slowly crossed and uncrossed her long, graceful legs. Giving him an enticing upskirt glimpse of the glossy black satin micro-thong that barely covered her beautiful pink pussy. Her braless 36DDs spilled forward, shaking and jiggling as she brushed her fingertips across the deep plunging V-neck of her clinging lace top, and leaned over to tighten the shiny buckles of her black stiletto heels. Glancing at the stranger again, Brandi smiled, and slowly applied another coat of red gloss to her pouty lips before removing the clasp that held her silky hair in place. Brandi shook her head side to side, causing a waterfall of thick, brunette hair to spill across her shoulders, and down her back. She played with the locket hanging on a gold chain around her slender neck. And smiled again. The stranger rose from his seat and came to her table. He smiled in return, and took her hand. He bought her wine. Several glasses. He made her feel sexy. He kissed her lightly on the lips. He stroked his hand along her thigh, sliding his fingertips under the hem of her skirt. His name was "Rick". She wanted him.
And she couldn't wait.
Just this once. Just this one time. She would sneak him into her office and lock the door. It couldn't possibly be that big a deal. Bringing a stranger into the building. Just this once. Past security. Just this once. For a little "Afternoon Delight". No one would find out. No one would ever know.
Now they were making love. In her office. He was kissing her. Pushing her back over the desk. Groping her. Squeezing her firm tits. Sliding his hands up and down her toned thighs and curvy calves. Pushing her skirt up. High. Higher. Spreading her legs. Stroking the front of her black satin panties. Sliding his long fingers in and out of her deliciously moist pussy. Making her squirm and moan. Brandi's head was spinning. She'd had too much to drink. And snorted too much coke. And the stranger. His hands. His hands were everywhere. All over her body. It was almost as if he was searching for something.
His fingertips traced the jewelry around her neck. And stopped moving. He gripped the gold locket hanging down into her deep cleavage, and jerked hard, ripping the gleaming necklace and locket from her throat.
"What! What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing! That's my fucking locket! My boss gave it to me! I'm supposed to wear it all the time! There's a key! A key inside! It's important! It's mine! It's my locket! Give it! Give it back now!"
The stranger leaned back, gazing at the locket in his hand, smiling just as he done in the restaurant. He opened the locket and removed its contents, placing the gold key in his pocket. Leaning over Brandi once more, he gripped her throat with his left hand, and forced the struggling brunette backwards. Her wide, sensuous mouth fell open as he waved the now-empty gold locket above her face.
"You want your little trinket back? Here. It's all yours. I got what I wanted. Your key. It's mine now. I need it. I need all the keys. From every one of your sexy girlfriends. Thanks for getting me into the building. You can have the locket. Open wide, baby. Here it comes!"
As the stranger squeezed Brandi's throat, her pouty mouth stretched ever wider. Her tongue wiggled past her ruby lips. She tried to scream. To kick her long, curvy legs, ankle-strap spike heels banging out a steady rhythm against the side of the desk. To twist her curvaceous body, 36DDs jiggling like erotic mounds of jello inside her black lace halter top as she bucked and rolled.
And then the stranger dropped the locket. It fell slowly. Twisting in the air. Gleaming like a glistening gold raindrop. Falling towards her face. Past her glossy lips, into her sensuous mouth. And down her slender throat. The buxom, brunette beauty began to kick and squeal, squirming and wiggling on the desk, bug-eyed and gurgling as she scraped her painted fingernails along her neck, trying to dislodge the locket now stuck in her throat.
As he gazed at Brandi's voluptuous writhing form, the stranger licked his lips and stroked himself, smiling again, just as he had done in the restaurant. Leaning down, he gripped Brandi by her shiny black stiletto heels, lifted her long legs, and dragged her squirming body across the desk, towards his waiting cock. The well-hung stranger pulled Brandi's black micro-thong away from her beautiful tight pussy, down along her toned thighs, past her curvy calves, all the way to her trim ankles, then stepped between her long, luscious legs, and thrust himself forcefully into her comely cunt, stroking vigorously while pinning her arms back over her head, and plunging his tongue into her wide, sensuous mouth.
With eyes wide and face contorted, her lush brunette hair spreading in silky waves across the desk, Brandi arched her back upward, desperately twisting and turning, trying to breathe, to scream, but the locket in her throat and the stranger's tongue in her mouth prevented all but breathless squeals and gurgles from escaping her strawberry lips.
With her curvaceous body deprived of oxygen, Brandi's bucking and squealing reached a wild crescendo of jerky movements and gurgling noises, then suddenly began to diminish as a cold darkness took hold, turning her red lips and pink tongue an ever-deepening shade of blue. Just as her wild struggling began to slow, the stranger quickened his own pace, pumping faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Brandi's spectacular body began to twitch and jerk atop the desk as the stranger plunged furiously forward, faster and faster, his deep rhythmic thrusting finally resulting in a satisfying climax inside Brandi's tight pink pussy.
The stranger withdrew, taking a moment to wipe himself off on Brandi's black satin micro-thong. He stood back. Admiring the glamorous 24-year-old brunette who now lay spread-eagled across the desk, her long hair trailing over the side, big tits spilling provocatively from her black halter top, curvy legs spread wide, stiletto heels dangling to the floor, lace miniskirt bunched above her sweet sex, a vacant stare etched on her beautiful face.
Breathing heavily, he stepped to the side of the desk. To Brandi's computer. He had one locket and key. Now it was time to find another. Another locket. Another key. And another girl.
"Raquel"
He would use Brandi's computer to send Raquel an email. And Raquel would leave her desk, and come to Brandi's office. Straight to him. And he would take her locket. And he would take Raquel. In his own special way.
Wearing a shiny black satin corset top, black leather micro-miniskirt, and matching spike-heeled black boots, 18-year-old Raquel sat at her customary spot at the reception desk - bored to tears. It was past lunchtime, and she had nothing to do. That's the way it often went. Not much to do until the afternoon. Sometimes she wondered why she was there at all. Just sitting at the desk reception desk all morning. Talking to the girls when they arrived. Exchanging glances. "Leers" more than "glances" actually. The other girls were always staring at her. Flirting with her. Talking dirty. Maybe they liked the fact that she was only 18. Who knows! But no one ever gave her any real work to do. Why did they even need a reception desk anyway? There was no foot traffic coming in off the street. No one ever just "dropped in" to the office. The doors were always locked. Raquel never did anything. Until the afternoon.
Then the other girls would start phoning her, emailing her. Someone would always call after lunch, and ask her to come in for a "private meeting". And then the afternoon would start to heat up. And the day was never boring after that. And Raquel was always willing. Willing to do whatever they wanted. The other girls were sexy. And they liked Raquel. She could tell. They liked the clothes she wore to work. Her butt-hugging leather miniskirts and stiletto-heeled "fuck me" boots. And her shiny corsets and bustiers. Her glamorous face. And her body. Her astonishing body. Those 34G tits stretching out the front of one of her skintight tops. That "traffic-stopping" hourglass figure. 34G-21-34. And the bright sheen of her thick platinum hair. Hanging down to her waist. The girls liked Raquel. Her "bad-girl" attitude. And the way she always did everything they asked. Everything. Raquel never realized how much fun girls could be. Until she started working here. Raquel smiled sexily and slowly licked her lips as she gazed at her computer screen. "Incoming message". From Brandi.
"Raquel. Please come to my office ASAP! Much to discuss this afternoon. I have a big surprise for you. Hurry. I've turned the lights down. Just a little. I'll be waiting! Don't forget your key."
Raquel started to giggle as she leaned back in her chair, taking another sip from her glass of whiskey, and a deep toke off the marijuana joint she'd been smoking all morning. "It's about fucking time somebody called", she thought. She was glad it was Brandi. Brandi was "hot". Brandi liked sex. Lots of sex. And she liked to spend money. And do drugs with Raquel. Pot. Coke. Ecstasy. Whatever. And Brandi couldn't get enough. Of the drugs. And of Raquel. Three or four afternoons per week, Brandi would call her in. For a special meeting. And Raquel's boredom would melt away for another day. In the heat of the afternoon.
The luscious 5' 10", 125lb. platinum blonde bombshell pulled a mirror from her desk drawer, and checked her gorgeous baby-doll face. Dreamy blue eyes sparkled in the office light as she spread another coat of deep burgundy gloss across her full, lush lips. Dangling gold teardrop earrings swung back and forth as she stroked a brush through her long and softly tousled platinum blonde hair. Naturally thick and textured, Raquel's gorgeous waist-length mane fell across her shoulders, flowing down her back as she stood up and spun around on her black patent leather stiletto-heeled boots. Raquel stroked her long, manicured fingers through her thick, shiny hair, and slid her hands to the black satin lace-up corset top that barely contained those two spectacular 34G tits. She squeezed and lifted her magnificent mammaries to bare more succulent cleavage, then let her hands drift down to the ultra-short 8" black leather micro-miniskirt that formed her delicious ass into a tightly sealed package. Lifting the tight mini, Raquel adjusted the black lace garter belt and satin straps that attached to the lacy tops of her backseam fishnet stockings. Smiling seductively as she stroked her stocking-clad thighs, Raquel turned her ankles side-to-side, admiring her tall spike-heeled black leather boots with their 5" stiletto heels, each glossy knee-high boot adorned with tight black laces in front, sexy zippers in back, and shiny buckles on each side.
"So, Brandi wants me to bring my key, does she. Well, I'm gonna make her search for it. I'll just have to send her on a little treasure hunt! I'm sure she'll have fun trying to find it! I know the perfect spot!"
Raquel unhooked the locket, removing it from the gold chain around her neck. She lifted her leather skirt again, reaching underneath until her fingertips found her matching black leather thong. Raquel took her time, slowly stroking herself as she hooked the locket through the zipper that ran up the center of her sexy leather panties. The drop-dead gorgeous blonde grabbed a little bottle of perfume from her desk, and sprayed the rich fragrance behind each ear, along her slender neck, over her swelling breasts, and into her long, thick hair. Lifting her micro-mini again, Raquel squirted the sweet scent between her luscious thighs, moaning softly as the cool mist soaked into the front of the leather thong that barely covered her beautiful sugar-sweet pussy.
Just one more thing. To make the afternoon complete.
As she leaned over her desk, Raquel's leather micro-mini slid high up her thighs, stretching tightly across the curve of her round buns, displaying the erotic firmness of her flexing butt cheeks, and exposing her sexy satin garters and lace stocking tops. She began to giggle as she spread a thin line of cocaine across the top of her desk, and snorted the expensive white powder up her nose. Raquel could always score all the coke she wanted. One of the "perks" of the job. Money, drugs, and sex. It was all here. Every day. For the taking. "What more could a girl want?" Raquel was ready for Brandi now.
With dozens of expensive gold bracelets clanging on her delicate wrists, the black-clad platinum blonde sex kitten made her way down the hallway, swinging her hips side to side in erotic slow motion as her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor, long strides carrying her toward the waiting office. With a long, lean body and skyscraper legs, Raquel moved like a proud young goddess, luxuriant hair flowing down her back, big tits thrust forward like twin torpedoes, her bountiful breasts rolling and wobbling with each step, nearly bursting from the low cut satin corset, tight round ass straining inside the shiny leather micro-mini, curvy hips rocking up and down, gold locket swinging back and forth from her zippered leather thong, and tall stiletto-heeled boots tapping out an erotic rhythm as she strutted slowly and sexily across the floor.
Raquel looked to her left. There was Alejandra. Heading into Suzanne's office. Again. They met every afternoon. Like clockwork. They wouldn't emerge until it was time to go home. They were working. "Yeah, sure!" And to her right. Raquel smiled as she passed by Yvette, Nikki, and Jade. They were following Alejandra. Sometimes Raquel got to join them. For an all-afternoon "meeting". But not today. Brandi would get Raquel's full attention this afternoon.
Pausing at Brandi's door, Raquel moistened her lips one last time, opened the door, and stepped in. The lights were off. It was dark. It would take a few seconds to become accustomed. Raquel stood still. She heard someone breathing. Raquel saw a figure. Brandi? Yes, it was Brandi. On the desk. Spread-eagled across the desk! With her legs stretched wide! And her skirt pushed up! Raquel could see Brandi's pussy. And big, naked tits! Oh, my God, she looked so sexy! Brandi was waiting. Waiting for Raquel.
Raquel slowly moved forward. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Swinging her sexy hips back and forth. Licking her lips. Stroking her fingers through her long, blonde hair. Slowly lifting the hem of her tight skirt. Sliding the soft leather up and down her stocking-clad thighs. Showing off her long, toned legs, and spike-heeled boots. Thrusting her prodigious chest seductively forward. Shaking her titanic tits from side to side as she caressed her considerable curves.
"Shit, baby! You're so hot! And so ready! Look at you. All spread out on your desk. You want it. You want it bad. I know it. I just know it! You wanna skip the foreplay and get right to it? Looks like it to me! Looks like you want it bad! Looks like you're ready, baby. So ready! What do you want, sugar? You want me do dance for you? You want me to do your pussy right now? I'm so horny for you, baby! I'm getting so wet! Come on, talk to me! Tell me what you want! Want me to fuck you? Come on, baby. I'll do anything. Anything. You know it! How 'bout we smoke some pot and do some coke! You want to? Come on, baby! Tell me! Tell me what you want!"
"I want your locket. That's what I want. Your locket. And your little key. Your friend Brandi doesn't need you. I already fucked her. She's dead. And so are you."
A cold chill swept over Raquel, a wave of fear gripping every inch of her voluptuous body as she teetered on her tall, spike-heeled boots. She gasped deeply, sucking in a mouthful of air as she felt the stranger lean into her from behind.
Felt his hot breath on her delicate neck. Felt his face pressing into her thick, waist-length hair.
Felt his strong arms slide around her slender torso.
Felt his fingertips brushing against her luscious stocking-clad thighs.
Felt his hands cupping and squeezing her succulent breasts.
Felt his hard, bulging cock pushing into the back of her tight leather skirt.
And felt a thin wire garrote loop around her tender throat. "Nooooooooo! Noooonnnngggghhhh! Nnnnggggghhhhhh! Nnnnnggggnghhhhhhh!"
The stranger tightened the wire and pulled Raquel's body back against his. She struggled with all her might, thrashing and jerking like a fish on a hook, scratching and clawing as he pulled her body against his. Raquel's delicious leather-clad ass, so tight and round, swung back and forth across his crotch, wiggling erotically, grinding against the growing bulge in his tight jeans. She could feel him. Feel him growing larger. Aroused by her squirming body.
Raquel's shimmering blue eyes began to bulge like saucers as she frantically looked for a way out. She became a struggling, squirming mass of tight, erotic flesh. Screaming and flailing, waving her jewelry-laden arms, kicking her long booted legs, reaching back with her hands, beating on his shoulders with clenched fists, stiletto heeled-boots clicking sexily on the hardwood floor as she stumbled against him. He yanked on the wire, and dragged her back. They staggered together. Falling against the wall. He braced himself against the dark wood paneling, and hooked his foot between her stocking-clad legs as she twisted and turned.
The stranger worked the garrote like a master. Tightening. Relaxing. Tightening. Relaxing. Pulling Raquel's appetizing ass against his bulging cock. Delighting in the feel of her tight leather miniskirt rubbing against his growing manhood. Sliding his hands slowly over her voluptuous body. Stroking and caressing the shiny black corset. Gripping and squeezing her mammoth 34G breasts. Savoring the silky thickness of the shiny blonde hair that engulfed him. Inhaling the sweet aroma of her expensive perfume. Reveling in the sensual rhythm of her delicious squirming. Relishing the carnal sound of her frenzied desperation. The squealing. The gurgling. The erotic click and clatter of spike-heeled boots tapping out a desperate rhythm on the hardwood floor.
His face now buried in Raquel's thick mane of platinum hair, the stranger twisted he garrote ever tighter, the thin wire now beginning to cut into her slender throat, causing a trickle of blood to flow down her neck, between her pendulous breasts, dripping into her cavernous cleavage. As he held the deadly noose tight with his left hand, he moved his right to stroke her face, gliding his fingers through her long hair, across her cheek, along her burgundy lips, and into her sensuous mouth, pumping his fingers like pistons, in and out, in and out, in and out. His fingertips left her mouth to caress her neck, feeling for the locket. Perhaps it hung from a gold chain like Brandi's. No. It wasn't there. He moved on. He explored her undulating breasts, pinching, kneading, squeezing. Reaching down into her deep and breathtaking cleavage. Searching between her juicy tits. On to her bare midriff. Feeling for a belly chain. A navel piercing. Under the hem of the glossy black leather micro-mini that barely skimmed the round curve of her tight butt. Across her creamy upper thighs. Over her garter belt and stockings. To her thong. Her leather thong. Touching. Feeling. Squeezing. Yes. Yes. There it was. That must be it. The locket. Wiggling back and forth. Hooked to the zipper of her tight, little thong. How sexy. How very sexy of Raquel.
Raquel's curvy calf muscles tensed and flexed inside her tight black spike-heeled boots as she rose up on her tiptoes, big tits thrust out, voluptuous body twitching and jerking as the stranger applied more pressure with his garrote. While he played with the locket. Stroking the front of her thong. Pulling the zipper up and down. Sliding his fingers in and out. Twisting the locket side to side. As he twisted the garrote tighter. And tighter.
The sultry young blonde clawed at her throat, dragging her fingers across the garrote embedded in her neck. Her blue eyes popped wide. Her wiggling, wagging tongue swelled past sensuous burgundy lips. Her breathing grew ragged, knees buckling as she began to sink slowly to the floor. She clutched at her chest, feeling the rapid staccato drumbeat of her heart. A heart that threatened to burst out between her bouncing, jiggling 34G tits. The stranger spun Raquel around to face him as she began her long slide to the floor. He held the garrote tightly as they stood eye-to-eye. The stranger licked and kissed her bulging pink tongue, holding her up as she squealed and gurgled. As the seconds ticked away, the buxom blonde became dead weight, sliding farther and farther down. Her gorgeous face slid along his muscular chest as she slumped to the floor, coming to rest in front of his swollen crotch. The stranger rolled his hips back and forth in front of her protruding tongue until he was ready. Raquel's wide sensuous mouth and full burgundy lips willingly accepted the stranger's long, thick cock. He pumped her plush red-painted mouth ever so slowly. Sliding deep. And pulling out. Sliding deep. And pulling out. Filling her slender throat with his long cock. Gripping the wire with one hand. Stroking her long blonde hair with the other. Sliding deep. And pulling out.
On the verge of cumming, the dark stranger pulled out of her sweet mouth, and drove his thick manhood down the front of her shiny black corset, between her mammoth breasts, into her cavernous cleavage. Raquel's magnificent 34G rack jiggled sexily, rocking up and down, rolling and wobbling side to side as the stranger worked her over, stroking into the erotic crevasse between her huge bouncing breasts, deeper and deeper. He could feel it. Feel it cumming. His tantalizing tit-fuck now nearly at a glorious climax, he came hard, splashing a river of hot cum across Raquel's swelling breasts, and over the front of her shiny black satin corset. Raquel's curvaceous young body tensed and spasmed. Soft gurgles and groans rose out of her strangled throat. With eyes wide and bulging, she began shaking her head wildly back and forth, body jerking, big tits shuddering, long hair flying, and fingers clawing at thin air. She moaned slowly and erotically one last time, and went limp. It was over.
The stranger released his grip on the garrote, and watched while the voluptuous vixen sprawled backward, her tall black boots tucked under her tight ass, blonde hair spread out in waves behind her head, big firm tits thrust skyward inside her cum-drenched satin corset, leather mini hiked up and legs splayed out, revealing her shiny leather thong and the little locket. Still wiggling back and forth on the zipper as Raquel's body continued twitching and jerking.
The handsome stranger took his time retrieving the gold locket. He slid his hands up and down Raquel's legs, forcing her knees apart, slowly pushing the tight black leather mini above her luscious hips. Stroking his hands along the sexy laces and zippers of her stiletto-heeled boots, the stranger leaned in between her fishnet-clad thighs, savoring the aroma of her sweet perfume as he gave special oral attention to the gorgeous girl who wore her gold locket in such an intimate place. Too bad the bawdy blonde bombshell could no longer enjoy the talented mouth and tongue that worked expertly at the front of her perfume-soaked black leather thong, kissing, licking, biting, probing, working like an erotic oral magician to remove the locket in his own special way. When he was done pleasuring his beautiful dead lover, the stranger lifted his head, with the locket and key now in his mouth.
He would have to move faster now. He'd spent too much time with Brandi and Raquel. The afternoon was almost over. It was time to find the rest of the girls. Their lockets and keys. Find them before they all went home. The stranger grabbed Brandi by the ankles and flipped her off the desk, her body landing with a thud near the chair. Rolling Raquel to her stomach, he gripped her boots, using the 5" stiletto heels to drag the scrumptious blonde across the floor, pulling her cooling corpse on top of her ex-lover Brandi so that they lay together. Tits up. Legs intertwined. Eyes wide and staring. Glossy lips slightly parted. Long hair flowing out behind. Tight miniskirts pushed up high. Naked pussies exposed for all to see. Shiny earrings and bracelets shimmering in the light. Lovers for the last time. This erotic body pile of two would soon grow larger. Much larger.
It was time to take out the security guard. "Sam". The one who sat near the front door. The one Brandi had avoided when sneaking her new lover back to the office. The lover who had killed her. And garroted Raquel. The lover who would kill the rest of the girls. And take their lockets and keys. And their drugs. And their money. And all the sexy clothes and jewelry they wore.
Samantha sat on the corner of the security desk, with legs crossed, one foot resting on the floor. The big, busty blonde was a little bit pissed off, and a lot more horny. All the girls were occupied. Off with some other bitch. And Sam was all alone with nothing to do. And no one to fuck. She'd been sitting on her desk hoping to catch one of the other girls going by. Hoping to play a little game with her blindfold and handcuffs. Maybe catch someone like that barely legal blonde bitch Raquel, or the cute little Asian chick Jade, and take them to the conference room for a little security check, a slow strip search, and a sentence of two hours "jail time" with Sam's big strapon. Sam was daydreaming. Fantasizing. Thinking about Raquel and Jade. Bent over her desk. With Sam coming in from behind. Yeah, Raquel. And Jade. Sam wanted them bad, but any of these sexy fucking bitches would do. Any of them.
"Oh, if only one of the girls would come by! Raquel. Jade. Somebody. Anybody. Oh, I promise I won't be so rough this time. I promise. I'll go easy. It won't hurt. I promise. Oh, I promise! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeah! Oh, yeah!"
Sam closed her eyes as she played with handcuffs. Imagining Raquel bent over the desk with her hands tied. And her leather miniskirt pushed up over her ass. Bucking and squealing, begging and pleading as Sam worked her over from behind. Sam slid her hand across the desk, and found her baton. Yes, the baton would be fun to use on Raquel too. And the strapon. That was Sam's favorite toy. She rarely took it off. It hung between her legs, bulging at the front of her black leather hotpants jumpsuit. Sam began to stroke the front of her jumpsuit with her right hand as she fondled the handcuffs and baton with her left. Her eyes were still closed. She began to moan softly as she unzipped the front of her short, tight suit, pulling the zipper down to her crotch, and releasing the matching black strapon.
Tanned and muscular like an Amazon goddess, Sam was ripped and strong from hours in the gym, and "juiced" with all the illegal steroids she could score. The 6' 1", 138lb. blonde bodybuilder and fitness model began stroking herself as she sat on the edge of the desk. Her short, spiky platinum blonde hair, bright pink lip gloss, and gold hoop earrings blended erotically with the golden hue of her smooth, suntanned skin, and the glossy shine of her black leather hotpants jumpsuit. Long, muscular legs poured from her tight hotpants into a pair of black, platform stilettos with 8" spike heels. Naked 40DDs heaved up and down as she began to lovingly stroke the strapon that rose from the harness surrounding her full hips and tight, muscular ass.
The stranger could see. See that Sam was sitting on her desk as the far end of the hallway. Facing away from him. Not paying attention. Not paying attention to him as he slowly moved down the hallway towards her perch on the desk. He would check out the other offices first. Move quickly through the staff. And save Sam for last.
He paused at a closed office door, listening for a brief moment to the sound of feminine laughter coming from within. Laughter, giggling. The sound of corks popping, and champagne being poured. And other noises. The unmistakable sound of lungs filling with a sweet smelling smoke, and nostrils filling with an expensive white powder. The sound of bad girls. With too much money. And too much time on their hands.
The stranger screwed a silencer to the barrel of his Glock, and opened the door.
Five laughing, giggling, squealing voices suddenly went still as the door to the office silently opened, and quickly closed behind the unknown intruder. Suzanne, Alejandra, Nikki, Yvette, and Jade. They were all there.
"Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing in our office? No one is allowed in here! No one! Who the fuck are you? Who are you? How did you get in here? Get out! Get out! Now! I'm calling security! Sam will deal with you! Sam will get rid of you! Permanently! You're dead meat for coming in here! Dead meat, asshole! Dead meat!"
Surrounded by a dozen kilo bricks of cocaine, Suzanne angrily rose from her chair and reached for the phone. The 28-year-old, 5' 8", 120lb., auburn-haired Irish lass was steaming mad. How could Sam have let this guy past the front desk? It was absolutely unheard of! A stranger in the office! Ridiculous!
Elegant and sensual, Suzanne was a natural beauty blessed with delicate features, silky skin, wide sensuous mouth, full red lips, large green eyes, and the high cheekbones of a fashion model. Her glamorous doll face, smooth porcelain skin, and deep auburn hair meshed erotically with the slinky black silk halter dress that tightly encased her voluptuous 39-24-36 body. With spaghetti straps across the shoulders, deep cleavage in front, plunging bare back, and a long side slit up her right thigh, the tight black cocktail dress caressed Suzanne like a second skin. Expensive double crisscross ankle strap 4" stiletto-heeled sandals adorned her pretty feet, gold earrings swung from her delicate ears, a glistening gold choker necklace encircled her slender throat, and a little gold locket dangled from a chain around her right ankle.
Suzanne's luxuriant lioness mane of thick dark-red hair, long and layered, fell in loose curls across her shoulders as she bent towards the phone. She was pissed off. Very pissed off. No one just walked into the office. No one. She would show this bastard a thing or two. Sam would take care of him. They were in the middle of a meeting in her office! In her own office! There was money, and drugs, and liquor! Everywhere! The girls were all dressed up. And ready to party! They were going to make love. And this guy just walks in! No one does that! No one!
"Listen, asshole! You're in deep shit for coming in here! You may not even get out of here alive! I'm calling Sam right now! You have no idea what's gonna happen to you. No fucking idea at all! And another thing, if you think I_I_I_I_I_I_I_I_I_"
Suzanne's curvaceous body tensed and spasmed, as if hit by a massive jolt of electricity. She rose up on the tiptoes of her expensive stiletto-heeled sandals, shoulders thrown back, spine arched, big tits thrust out, shaking and jerking like a rag doll, grunting out the word "I", "I", "I" over and over and over, her mind frozen at the moment of impact, the moment the stranger's first bullet of the afternoon drilled into her pretty forehead, right between her big, green eyes. A puff of smoke rose from the small, glistening hole. A trickle of blood traveled down the bridge of her perky nose, and dripped off the end, down into the canyon of cleavage between her swelling 39DDs. She began to jerk and spasm, her wild movements causing the thin spaghetti straps of the seductive little black dress to slip off her shoulders, exposing her big, bouncing breasts. She began to babble incoherently, the angry tirade of a few seconds ago now reduced to unintelligible gibberish.
The dark stranger pumped another round into the center of Suzanne's beautiful big left tit, and she flopped back hard into her chair, the force of her awkward landing causing the chair to tip over. The hem of her black silk dress slid down her thighs, and her legs fell open, exposing her black lace G-string and matching silk stockings and garters. With her gorgeous mane of thick auburn hair spread out across the floor behind her, the once powerful and sensuous femme fatale now lay on her back, tits up, arms thrown over her head, spike heels pointing skyward, still sitting in the overturned chair, surrounded by bricks of her precious cocaine, a look of shock and surprise frozen on her beautiful face.
Alejandra, the buxom 26-year old Hispanic hottie in charge of the office's money laundering operation, stood transfixed as her auburn-haired lover died in front of her. The lovely Latina's jaw dropped when her eyes caught sight of the tall, dark stranger. And the Glock pointed her way. Alejandra's skintight silver metallic tank top stretched across her heaving 34DD tits as she began to back away. Silver chandelier earrings swung in little circles as she shook her head from side to side, glossy red-painted lips forming a little "O" as if silently pleading "No!" "No!" "No!"
The champagne bottle she held in front of her tight tummy exploded as a hot slug smashed through the glass, splashing champagne down her shapely legs, drilling straight through her pretty navel, slicing into her tender belly, and burying itself deep in her tight gut. Alejandra's silky shoulder-length black hair fell across her dark, exotic face as she lurched forward, grunting, groaning, gasping for breath. She jerked and grunted again as a second burning bullet ripped into the rhinestone-embroidered front of her ultra-tight, stretch blue denim micro-miniskirt, blasting off the locket that dangled from her belt buckle, piercing the center of her red lace crotchless panties, drilling deep into her pretty pink pussy. With the neck of the champagne bottle still clutched in one hand, and a wad of hundred dollar bills clenched in the other, Alejandra began to spin in tight circles on her spike-heeled black pumps, her long, sleek legs tensing and tightening, as bullet after bullet spun her round and round, punching glistening red holes in her tight, athletic frame, leaving a half-dozen burned black craters in the snug silver metallic top that cradled her tantalizing tits, and the too-tight denim micro-miniskirt that stretched around her full, sweet ass.
Blood trickled from the corners of her red-painted mouth as she staggered forward toward the table in front of her, reaching in vain for her briefcase full of money, but only succeeding in crashing heavily into the table upon which her fortune lay. Alejandra slid off, clawing at the briefcase on her way down, pulling it with her as she fell, spilling the valuable contents all around, burying herself in an avalanche of hundred dollar bills.
Alejandra moaned and groaned, twisting and turning, rolling side to side, writhing and squirming, denim micro-mini sliding up and down her thighs, stiletto heels scratching and scraping across the floor as her legs jerked and spasmed. She clawed at her wounds as she squirmed and moaned, holding stacks of crisp, new hundred dollar bills against her perforated pussy and punctured tits, blood pooling around her, drenching her treasure trove of cash.
25-year old Nikki threw down her champagne glass, grabbed a stack of hundred dollar bills and a kilo of coke from the desk, and made a break for the side door, sprinting as best she could in her pleated suede miniskirt, and matching black leather thigh-high boots. Her perky 36C breasts jiggled provocatively inside a skintight creamy white silk blouse as she made a mad dash for the exit.
The stranger watched and waited as Nikki trotted across the room on her 5-inch stiletto heels. Letting the seconds tick by as he savored the exquisite symmetry of her stunning face, the bounce and jiggle of her big firm tits, the erotic flow of her long brunette hair, the swing and sway of her hip-hugging suede mini, and the tightness and shine of her seductive fetish footwear. Watching. Waiting. Letting her reach the door. Before he opened fire.
Nikki squealed and jerked as the stranger riddled her glossy lace-up stiletto boots and sexy suede mini with bullets, filling her curvy calves, toned thighs, and tight buns with hot lead. She danced and jerked as more hot slugs peppered the exposed flesh of her upper thighs between the leather tops of her kinky thigh-high boots, and the sky-high hemline of the tight suede micro-mini that barely covered her delicious, round buns. As the pouty-lipped brunette spun away from the door, the stranger fired again, shooting the kilo of coke out of her left hand, the wad of cash from her right hand, and the little locket and key off the gold necklace that hung around her neck.
Nikki's dangling crystal earrings swung back and forth, and her long, dark eye lashes fluttered sexily as she writhed against the wall, hands clutching at her throat, blood pouring through her clawing fingers, streaming into the deep cleavage between her gorgeous 36C tits, leaving a dark crimson stain on her white silk blouse and white lace push-up bra as she slowly slid to the floor.
Yvette reached for the top drawer of Suzanne's desk. There was a gun in there. It was her only chance. If she could just get the gun and kill him. This strange intruder. Then everything would be hers. The money. The drugs. Everything.
He was killing everyone. There was so much noise. And smoke. And screaming. Yvette found it. The gun in the desk. She had it now. In her hand. And this stranger. He was still shooting Nikki. Yvette would kill him now. She pointed the gun and pulled the trigger. Click - Click - Click - Click - Click.
The room went silent. Except for the frantic "clicking" of Yvette's unloaded gun as she pulled the trigger over and over and over. The stranger smiled. He paused to push a new clip into his Glock while he ogled the ultra-foxy blonde who stood before him. Yvette. Yes. This must be Yvette. The famous "Lady in Red". That's what everyone called her. That was her favorite color. Red. That's the only color she ever wore. Red. It suited her. She was perfect.
Yvette stood like a beautiful, trembling statue. Fear-driven heavy breathing forcing her magnificent breasts to rise and fall inside the tight confines of her low-cut dress. She was gorgeous. Beautiful. Sexy. Voluptuous. 22-years old. 5' 7" tall. 118lbs. Hourglass figure. 38-22-38. Velvet-smooth honey blonde hair piled sexily atop her head. Wispy bangs drifting across her forehead and along her ears. Shiny red gloss covering her soft, full lips. Aqua blue eyes shimmering like two glistening pools. She wore a skintight red satin minidress with a deep plunging neckline, crisscross open back, and off-center slits over each thigh. Her long, shapely legs, encased in red fishnet stockings with lace tops and red bows, poured from the mini's sky-high hemline, and into a pair of strappy red stilettos, spaghetti straps lacing up her slender ankles and curvy calves. A tiny red micro G-string barely covered her sugar sweet pussy. Red, fingerless, fishnet gloves stretched up her arms. Red ruby crystal earrings dangled down to her shoulders. Matching red ruby crystal anklets and toe rings adorned her pretty feet. Manicured fingernails and toenails gleamed a bright shiny red. A beautiful thick gold chain hung around her waist like a belt. With a gold locket attached at her right hip. And a key inside.
Yvette leaned across the table. Gathering stacks of cash in her hands, she pushed the remaining money across the table towards the stranger. As she slowly slid her diamond tongue piercing back and forth along her cherry-red lips, Yvette placed hands-on-hips, using red-painted fingernails to lift the hem of her red minidress up and down her luscious stocking-clad thighs. Leaning forward, she smiled seductively, purring in a soft girlish voice that was little more than a long breathless whisper.
"It's yours. All yours. You can have it all. And there's more. There's more of everything. Money. Drugs. Girls. Anything you want. I'll show you. Let me. Let me show you. I'll go with you. I'll do anything. You can have me. Any way you want."
Yvette pulled her hair loose and shook her head, the long honey-colored mane pausing for an instant atop her head before raining down across her shoulders like an erotic waterfall, cascading down her back, a silk curtain now hanging to her waist. The beautiful honey-blonde vixen took two bricks of coke in her hands and began a slow, erotic dance. Rubbing the packages up and down the skintight red minidress that hugged every gorgeous curve of her voluptuous body. Over her cantelope-sized tits. Across her curvy hips. Up and down her long, fishnet-clad legs. She twisted and turned. Swinging her long hair side to side. Spinning on her mile-high 6" stiletto heels. Sliding the kilos of coke through her thick blonde mane, over her round ass, down her shapely thighs and calves. Using the white, powder-filled packages to caress her full, sweet breasts. Yvette lifted a brick to her lips, kissing it lightly, before tearing open the top with her teeth, and dipping her tongue into the white powder. She moved seductively around the table, toward the stranger, suggestively swinging her hips back and forth, rubbing the kilos over her hard nipples, presenting her long, sexy tongue to the stranger. Offering him a taste of coke, mixed with shimmering red lipgloss, and the prospect of a long interlude of oral pleasure inside her warm, wet mouth.
She slid in close. Red lips gleaming, mouth wide, coke-covered tongue wiggling out. Breasts heaving, swelling upward, swinging and swaying side-to-side, straining inside the cleavage-baring red satin minidress that hugged her sex-kitten body like shrink-wrap, stretching around her shapely hips and firm buns, barely covering her tight ass and perfumed pussy as she danced seductively toward her prey. Flirting. Enticing. Tempting. Teasing. Inviting a kiss. She closed in. Radiating pure sex. Grinding her hips into his groin, leaning in, hips pivoting and pumping as she gyrated against him, pointy stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she twisted and turned, tongue poised to enter his waiting mouth. He opened wide, his lips ready to devour her long tongue. Yvette closed her eyes, swinging her hips back and forth across his bulging crotch as she continued to stroke the bricks of coke in tight circles over her tantalizing tits. She waited. Waited for an embrace. Waited for the stranger's mouth to close over her red lips and white-powdered tongue. Waited for a deep French-kiss. Waited for him to moan. To squirm. To cum. To relax. To let down his guard. So that she could take his gun. And kill him with it.
She waited. With eyes closed. Mouth wide. Tongue wiggling. Moaning softly as she stroked the bags of coke against her spectacular tits, and pumped her hips into his crotch. What the fuck was he doing? Why didn't he kiss her? What was he waiting for? He couldn't possibly resist. Her seduction. Her erotic dance. Her gorgeous face and body. Her tight red dress and full red lips. And all that coke. Coating her long, sexy tongue. No man could resist her. No man. Then she felt it. Pressure against her chest. Something pushing. Pushing hard against her big, juicy left breast. She opened her eyes and looked down. Her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide. Wider. She let out a gasp, and tried to scream. But no sound came.
The stranger pushed the barrel of his Glock into the package that Yvette held against her left nipple. And pulled the trigger. The kilo of coke exploded as the hot slug blasted the package apart, tearing through the front of Yvette's tight dress, and drilling deep into her jiggling 38DD breast. She flew back as if hit by a thunderbolt, her sexy red minidress now dusted with white powder and specks of blood. Just as her tight ass landed on the desk behind, another bullet ripped through the kilo that Yvette held over her right breast. The second bag of coke exploded like a bomb, spraying white powder across her face and into her long honey hair.
Yvette flopped back on the table, writhing and squirming as streams of blood squirted like little geysers from her big, firm tits. The stranger stepped between her twitching legs and pulled her tight ass to the edge of the table. The red minidress slid down Yvette's fishnet-clad thighs as he lifted her curvy legs in the air, draped her tall, red stiletto heels over his shoulders, and stepped towards her slick, tight pussy.
Releasing his hungry manhood once more, the stranger plunged furiously forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, stabbing his steel-hard cock like a long, sharp dagger, tearing through Yvette's flimsy red G-string, and pushing straight into her gorgeous perfumed pussy. He pounded her with long, full strokes, driving his 10" cock like a red-hot jackhammer, again and again and again through her torn G-string, deep into her candy-sweet cunt. Then he felt it. Again. Rising up like a volcanic eruption. He was cumming. Again.
As his third massive orgasm of the afternoon spilled a river of steaming hot cum into Yvette's beautiful tight box, the stranger pushed the nose of his Glock against the thick gold chain draped around her waist. He turned and twisted the barrel, working it back and forth, depressing the chain and silencer into her navel. And pulled the trigger again. The stranger's gunshot snapped Yvette's gold waist chain in half, releasing the locket from its position at her hip, and burying a fatal slug in her gut. A silenced "pewt!" was all Yvette heard before her world of money, drugs, sex, and all things "red" went dark forever.
The stranger slowed his furious stroking. He pulled out of Yvette's curvaceous corpse, wiped himself off on the front of her shiny red dress, and began sliding his hands up and down her stocking-clad calves and thighs as he gazed at her sexy red fishnets and tall stiletto heels, savoring the curve and tightness of her long, toned leg muscles. He began turning Yvette side to side, rolling her delicious body back and forth on the desk, front to back, back to front, front to back, back to front, smearing Yvette head-to-toe in white powder from the two exploded bags of cocaine that she'd been rubbing so suggestively against her jiggling tits only moments before. The stranger cracked open more bricks of coke, and poured the contents across Yvette's cooling and curvaceous corpse, coating her body in a snowstorm of white powder, covering her face and hair, neck and shoulders, hips and waist, tits and ass, stockings and heels, piling the cocaine around her, covering her tight red minidress in mounds of "blow", sprinkling the coke over her long legs, into her thick blonde hair, filling her throat with white powder until it overflowed out of her sensuous mouth, over her glossy red lips, and down her cheeks. The stranger pushed Yvette's knees wide apart, and slid a final kilo brick between her legs, high along her inner thighs, past the red bows attached to her lace stocking tops. Into her pussy. A little gift for Yvette to take with her into the next world.
Now it was time for the dancer. Jade.
The enchanting Asian doll stood alone amongst the carnage all around. Standing atop a wide glass table in the center of the room. Stunned. Transfixed. Unmoving. It couldn't be happening. It must be a joke. Or a dream. She couldn't move. Look at all the girls. So beautiful. So sexy. So dead. All of them. Where in the fuck was Sam? How did this guy get in the office?
A short mesh and satin robe barely covered Jade's nearly-naked body. Dressed entirely in rhinestones, the exotic 22-year-old Thai-Filipina beauty wore a rhinestone halter style bra, rhinestone thong, and a rhinestone choker around her neck. Rhinestone nipple rings hung from the center of each big tit. Hundred dollar bills were tucked into her bra and stuffed down her thong. Long, rhinestone earrings swung from her ears, and a rhinestone belly piercing dangled from her navel. Her clear lucite 5" spike heels gave more height to her petite, yet buxom body. At 5' 5" and 110 lbs., the lithe and sensual Asian beauty packed a 34-21-34 package on her tight frame. Jade's heaving breasts rose and fell like swelling waves in an erotic ocean. Her almond shaped dark eyes darted side-to-side as she teetered nervously on the table top, smooth brown skin and full red lips glowing in the office light, black hair flowing thickly down her bare back, slender leg muscles tensing and flexing as she shifted her weight from one stiletto heel to the other.
How could this be happening? Everything had been going so well just minutes before. They were all laughing and drinking. Alejandra was passing out stacks of hundred dollar bills. Suzanne had brought coke for everyone. Nikki just delivered a case of champagne courtesy of the Mayor's Office, after she'd spent an hour on her knees servicing "His Honor" in a very private meeting. Yvette had just returned from a long suck-and-fuck session with the Chief of Police. It was all just simple "payment for protection". Brandi and Raquel would surely show up any minute. And so would Sam. She'd be here any minute too, with that big strapon she always wore. Sam and her big, muscular, sexy body. All "juiced up" from the steroids and human growth hormone she'd been injecting for months. They were going to make love. All afternoon. Jade was going to let all of the girls fuck her if they wanted to. That's why she was on the tabletop. Dancing. Dancing for all the other girls. They would stuff money down her thong. Feed her cocaine and champagne. And they would put their hands all over her. Looking for her locket. Hidden amongst all the rhinestones. It was just a little game they played for fun.
Now she was the only one left.
Jade held a full glass of champagne in one hand, and a bong full of marijuana in the other. She'd taken a huge hit off the bong just before the stranger had entered the room.
And she hadn't exhaled yet.
A cloud of sweet-smelling smoke belched from Jade's lungs and mouth when a blistering-hot bullet blew out her pretty navel, shattering the gleaming rhinestone belly piercing that had dangled there, boring deep into her tight tummy. The sexy dancer's mouth fell open as she lurched on the table, spilling champagne as a foggy shroud of marijuana smoke floated out in front of her pretty face. Another whistling red-hot slug pierced the front of Jade's rhinestone thong, drilling deep into her shaved pussy. With fingers clawing wildly at the burnt black hole in her jeweled thong, she writhed and moaned, arching her back as a geyser of blood spurted from the small hole in the center. Her stunning breasts shook and wobbled as her lithe body twisted and turned, long hair whipping back and forth across her face, tall spike heels clicking noisily on the glass tabletop as she tried to stay on her feet.
Still squealing, stumbling and staggering, the bloodied China doll righted herself at the edge of the tabletop. In danger of losing her balance, she rocked back and forth on her tight, athletic legs, clawing at her wounds with bloody fingers, trying to stay on her feet. Rising up on her tiptoes, arms flung over her head, she tried desperately to keep from falling. Her arms windmilled crazily, causing a precarious lean at the table's edge. As her head and torso bent backwards, Jade's long silken hair dangled down her back, and her big, firm tits thrust out, erect nipples pointing upward.
As the pouty-lipped Asian babe struggled to stay on her feet, the stranger took deliberate aim. At the little locket that swung back and forth on the front of her rhinestone bra, hooked to the nipple ring hanging from her big left tit. The stranger's next slug whistled through the air, blasting the nipple ring from her breast, sending the locket spinning high in the air. The stranger stepped forward, reaching out at the last second to snatch the bloody locket out of mid-air.
As Jade clawed at her wounded breast, the stranger pumped a "make-sure" slug right between her big, almond-shaped brown eyes. Knocked backward, Jade's stiletto-clad feet flew out from under her, sending her airborne. She seemed to hover for a moment in mid-air, legs kicking, arms flailing in circles. Until gravity took over.
Jade's free-falling body dropped like a stone, crashing butt-first through the tabletop, slamming hard into the floor as thousands of shards of glass exploded upward. Sprawled out beneath the table with stiletto-clad feet draped over its edge, Jade jerked and spasmed, rolling side-to-side, arching her back, every erotic twist and turn of her voluptuous body echoing the sound of crunching glass. Rolling. Twisting. Turning. She stopped moving. She lay still. Dead. Covered in rhinestones and glass. Cut and sliced by thousands of tiny splinters, the lethal projectiles turning her once-perfect body into a bloody human pincushion.
The stranger placed Jade's locket in his pocket, and surveyed the room. The beautiful Asian dancer sprawled dead beneath the shattered glass table. Yvette lay spread-eagled across the desk, red satin minidress now covered in piles of white powder. The stranger pulled the locket from the gold chain around her waist, and walked to the other side of the room. Nikki looked good slumped against the wall with her legs splayed out, white blouse stained red, suede miniskirt bunched at her hips, bullet-riddled thigh-high stiletto boots stretched out in front of her. He retrieved the locket from the floor next to her body. The locket he'd shot off her neck. And Alejandra. Her locket lay in a pool of blood on the floor. Next to her bullet-riddled denim micro-miniskirt and shattered belt buckle.
Suzanne lay on her back, still seated in her overturned chair with her elegant legs in the air, upturned spike heels pointing skyward, thick auburn hair spread out behind her, little rivers of blood streaming from the glistening red holes in the middle of her forehead and the center of her big left tit. Her precious locket and key dangled from the anklet above her right foot. He caressed the locket, twisting and turning the little gold trinket as he slid his fingertips along the gleaming gold chain surrounding her ankle. The stranger stroked his hands along her stocking-clad thigh and calf, up to her slender ankle and tall stiletto heel, back down to the hem of the little black dress now draped at her hips. He caught a glimpse of her shiny black lace G-string. Embroidered with sparkling sequins. Peeking out. So tiny. So snug. So tight across the mound of her sweet sex. Enticing. Tempting. Teasing. He would leave the locket on her ankle for now. He would come back later. After he dealt with Sam. Then he would take the locket. And the little black G-string. And he would take Suzanne. In his own special way.
The stranger silently exited the office and made his way down the hall. Toward the unsuspecting blonde Amazon perched on her desk. Her back still turned, and eyes still closed, Samantha licked her lips and moaned, her jumpsuit unzipped, still playing with her thick black strapon, deep in fantasy, unaware of the danger approaching. She felt someone behind her. Fingertips lightly stroking her neck. Sliding into her platinum hair. Reaching over her shoulders. Cupping and squeezing her sweet, full 40DDs. Playing with her voluptuous body. One of the girls. Yes, it must be one of the girls.
A hand drifted past her stunning breasts, across her tight tummy, reaching down, between her toned thighs, gripping and squeezing the big, black strapon cock. She felt the blindfold. Sliding over her big tits, across her face, to cover her eyes. She could hear the clinking of handcuffs as she lay back across the desk, shapely arms forced back over her head, pushed down by an unseen hand. The cuffs snapped shut, one on each wrist, one on each ankle, secured to the metal leg at each corner of the desk.
Now spread-eagled and handcuffed, Sam began to writhe and squirm on the desk. It felt so good. These hands all over her. Touching her everywhere. Who was it? Who was touching her? Which girl? Raquel? Brandi? Yvette? Caressing her black leather jumpsuit. Fondling her black platform stiletto heels. Squeezing her big, muscular calves and thighs. And her big firm 40DDs. Stroking her tall black girl-cock. Magic hands and fingers. Moving up and down her well-muscled body. Touching. Squeezing. Searching. Yes, it was almost like they were searching for something. Who could it be?
Samantha arched her back, licking her lips and moaning loudly, writhing and wriggling, black stiletto heels scraping against the side of the desk as her long legs pumped slowly up and down, pulling against the handcuffs that acted as erotic leg irons. She felt something cold on her tummy. Sliding up and down. Between her quivering breasts. Back down to her tummy. Circling her belly button. What was it? Cold. Yes, it was cold. Almost like metal. Like a flat piece of metal. Sliding up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Poking. Prodding. It was sharp. Ouch! Yes, a little sharp. Someone was playing with her tummy. And her navel. And her belly piercing. The little locket. The one that hung from her navel. Dangling down. Swinging back and forth. Hanging from her belly. And everyone loved her belly. It was so firm and tight.
Sam was big and athletic. Muscular. With a flawless and well-proportioned body. She worked out every day. Exercising for hours. Running. Swimming. Weight training. And injecting the illegal steroids that Suzanne provided. Anything to create the perfect body. Sam had an amazing physique. Hard and sculpted. She knew it. Everyone knew it. Her broad shoulders and sinewy arms. Her round, firm ass. Her bulging calves and tight, muscled thighs. Her big, juicy breasts. Her "six-pack" abs. Yes, everyone loved that flat, tight tummy. And the long, dangling belly piercing and gold locket that hung there. Swinging back and forth. Glistening. Gleaming. Glittering. Sexy. Very sexy.
Sam felt something else. Long and hard. Rolling across her tummy. Up and over her big, swelling breasts. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her baton. Someone was rolling the baton up and down. Up and down her torso. And the cold metal. Pressed against her navel. It was sharp. What was it? It was all so sexy, but what was it?
"Oh my God, who are you? Oh, who are you? What are you doing? You're driving me crazy! Just crazy! Oh, I'm so wet! So wet! I love it! I just love it! I think I'm gonna cum! Raquel? Raquel is that you? Brandi? Yvette? Nikki? Suzanne? Oh, Suzanne, is that you? Alejandra? Baby, is that you? Tell me! Oh please tell me! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
"No, Sam, it's none of them. They're all dead. It's just me. "Rick". Remember? You remember me? You should. No matter. I just need your locket. It looks real sexy just layin' there on your tight little tummy. All bright and shiny. I'm gonna take it now, baby. Get ready. You wanna watch?".
The stranger rolled the baton one last time over Samantha's prodigious 40DD rack until it came to rest against her throat, then used his switchblade to cut the blindfold away from her big, blue eyes. She saw the stranger, and a wave of panic swept over her like a chilly winter wind. Her long eyelashes fluttered and her eyes went wide with fear. She began to struggle. To scream. To pull in vain against the shackles binding her arms and legs to the desk. To frantically twist and turn as the stranger pressed the baton across her throat, and dragged his knife down between her big, firm breasts until the sharp point rested against her pretty navel. He began to poke and prod. A little jab here. A little jab there. Poking. Prodding. A twist. A turn. Sliding the knife back and forth across her taut, muscled abdomen. Then he began to carve. Holding the knife firmly, he cut straight down. Slowly. Ever so slowly. Slicing deep into her tight, tanned belly. Twisting her insides. Sawing up and down. Sliding back and forth. Cutting in a circular motion around the gold locket that hung from her navel. Carving her belly like a Halloween pumpkin as her wildly bucking hips thrust up and down in rhythm with the stranger's deadly slicing.
The sharp tool danced across Samantha's taut belly, shredding her tight abs as her hips rolled and her shoulders bucked. Using light, quick strokes, the stranger sliced and diced his way through the tight, tanned flesh of Samantha's burning gut, pulling up on her long, dangling belly jewelry with his free hand as he probed the deep recesses of her navel with the razor-sharp blade.
Using the knife tip as a pivot, the talented babe slayer raised and lowered his sharp blade in a chopping motion, hacking, hewing, slicing, dicing, peeling, and mincing Samantha's once-perfect belly.
The kinky platinum blonde Amazon struggled in vain, fighting desperately against the handcuffs that bound her wrists and ankles to the desk. Her towering black strapon wiggled erotically back and forth while she writhed and squirmed, hips bucking up and down, shoulders rolling side to side, legs shaking and kicking, grunting and squealing as the dark stranger used his blade to skewer her voluptuous hard body.
Samantha's shining blue eyes and sensual pink-painted mouth stretched wide as a long scream began to work its way out of her throat. The stranger muffled her high-pitched shriek in one quick motion, slashing his knife through the wiggling black strapon, chopping it off at the base, before plunging the thick girl-cock past Samantha's pink lips, and down her throat. Her screaming now replaced by loud "mmmphing" noises, the buxom blonde bodybuilder continued her wild thrashing and squirming, pulling frantically against her bonds as the stranger completed his lethal slicing and dicing.
He used the point of the knife to lift the severed belly jewelry and locket from Samantha's skewered navel. He held the bloody locket up high, turning it side to side as it gleamed in the office light, while crimson droplets rained down into the glistening puddle of blood that pooled on Sam's harpooned belly.
As she flopped up and down like a fish, blood sloshed back and forth on Sam's tight tummy, splashing over her shaking, shimmying tits, across her beautiful contorted face, and into her spiky platinum hair, oozing down her trim waist, pouring like a little waterfall between her legs, coating her luscious thighs, soaking into her neatly trimmed pussy, and staining the slick black leather of her hotpants jumpsuit. Crimson droplets fell like a steady rain off the table's edge, splashing over her suntanned legs, trickling down the backs of her muscular calves, dripping off the pointy 8" spikes of her black stiletto heels. Forming a thick red puddle below her sexy platform sandals.
Samantha's erotic struggling began to diminish as more and more blood gushed from her skewered navel. Her ear-splitting "mmmphing" now reduced to soft and rhythmic moaning. She continued. Slowly. Twisting and turning. Moaning. Groaning.
"Mmmph"_"Mmmph"_"Mmmph"_"Mmmph"_"Mmmph"_"Mmmph".
"MmmmmmmmAuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhhhh".
Suddenly, she was silent. Blue eyes staring. Unblinking. Voluptuous hard body now limp and unmoving. Spread-eagled and handcuffed. Leather hotpants jumpsuit unzipped to the crotch. Succulent 40DD bare breasts thrust out, swelling upward like two erotic towers. Hard-muscled legs dangling off the desk. Tight abs and pretty navel carved like a fine piece of lean meat. Black strapon cock still trapped in her throat, filling her sensuous mouth, bulging out past her glossy pink lips.
The stranger stepped back. All was quiet now. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialed a well-used number.
"It's done. They're dead. All eight of them. I've got the keys, and the office is mine. It was easy. Security was nonexistent. They never knew what hit 'em. They were too busy partying. This place is loaded with drugs and money. It's all ours now. And the keys will get us into their warehouse. Send in the cleanup crew. Yes. Right away. Listen, you gotta check out these chicks. You're not gonna believe it. This is the hottest bunch we've ever whacked. They were all primetime glamour babes. Every one of them. Serious tits and ass, believe me. You'll want plenty of "alone time" with these honeys. You should see what they're wearing. Dressed to kill. All of them. They look like a bunch of high class hookers. Leather and lace. Diamonds and gold. Lipstick and perfume. Miniskirts and tight little tops. High heels and stockings. Lingerie, thongs, garters, g-strings. Hot stuff. Real horny too. They all thought they were gonna get laid this afternoon. The last thing they ever expected was for me to show up and waste 'em all. You're gonna love strippin' these babes, and spendin' a little extra time with 'em, trust me. Something for you? Sure. No problem. I know what you like. I'll pull the two longhaired blonde babes aside for you. One's wearin' a red satin minidress. The other's in a black leather miniskirt and stiletto boots. They're gorgeous. Long, thick blonde hair. Hot bodies. Big tits. Beautiful legs. Very sexy girls. They're perfect for 'ya. And tell your boys not to worry. There's plenty to go around. You'll be here all night! Too bad the dolls won't be able to enjoy it. And don't forget their jewelry. These chicks are absolutely covered in diamonds, gold, and rhinestones. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets, piercings, anklets, rings. It's worth a fortune. I don't think the hotties will protest at this point. For me? Yeah. You know what I want. Save the spike heels and stiletto boots for me. And the leather. I want all the leather. Okay. Fine. I'll be waiting. There's just one more key I need to get. From a tall brunette in a little black dress. I'm gonna take my time with her. She's gonna melt in my mouth like candy. It's only 4pm. There's still plenty of time.
For a little "Afternoon Delight".