She spoke in a heave accent I couldn't place. " So, Lance Matthews," She said, looking at my credit card, " You have something we want." She sauntered up to me and fingered her lust cleavage. " I want it bad, Lance. Bad enough to give you a reward if you cooperate.." The she slapped me across the face hard enough to make it sting. " And bad enough to hurt you if you don't." Turning away, she tossed my wallet on the floor.
What the hell was going on? " I don't know anything!" I croaked out.
She turned back and shook her head," Tisk, tisk, don't lie. You took something from a dying woman yesterday. We know this, we saw you flee."
" I ran because people were shooting at me!" I cried. " I don't know that woman, or you! I was just trying to help her!"
She pointer a finger at me as she came back. Her eyes held menace. " You get one last chance, where is the cylinder?"
In my peripheral vision, I saw a movement in the hallway beyond. All I saw was a shape, but I did note the shape had a knife. It came into view suddenly, crouching as it slid in the door. The blonde was about to turn again.
" I'll tell you!" I said quickly to keep her looking at me. " Can I have you if you tell me?"
She smiled for the last time. The figure popped up behind her. A hand went around her mouth, then her eyes went wide in astonishment. A second later, a blade flashed over her shoulder and plunged into her left breast. A quick twist, then out, and she fell to the floor pumping blood out of her wound. I watched her as she died, mouth open in silent protest. Blood leaked out of her back as she quivered then laid still.
I looked at the figure, which was clad in a dull black tight fitting outfit. It was a woman, her shapely hips and generous bosom told me that much. As for any other details, they were all hidden by the body suit and hood she wore. She put the knife away in a pouch on her hip and pulled out a tool that resembled cutters. She stood in front of me, and in a low commanding voice, said, " Wrap your legs around me."
I did with her help. Despite my situation, I couldn't help but become hard as my groin pressed against her belly. She had to feel it, but didn't make and sign of it as she worked at my left wrist. Shortly, my arm dropped, and she began the other one.
Once I was free, she got me standing. My hands were on fire as they came back to life. I tucked them under my arms, my face winced in pain. I knew enough to keep quiet.
With a hand on the back of my neck, she whispered in my ear. " Not a sound, follow me closely unless I tell you different." She then padded soundlessly to the door.
I had seen three women in the apartment, the other two were probably close by, I was going to what this woman said. Aching from being suspended, and heart pounding in fear, I followed her.
Leading me down the hall and to a stairway, she crept silently along, glancing back with narrowed eyes each time I stumbled or scuffed. I couldn't help watching her lovely heart shaped ass as she led my up the stairs. I walked as quietly as I could, but I could not match her soundless steps. We came to a landing then the stairs turned left. I saw a door at the top, which was shut. On our way up, I stumbled again, nearly planting my face in her sweet ass. She glared at me again, and the door opened.
As I opened my mouth to yell a warning, I saw the purple clad woman standing up there with the machine-gun. Before I could yell, or the purple clad woman shoot, the black woman moved in a blur of motion.
A silver flash streaked up the stairs and smalled into the woman up there square in her gut. Her eyes went wide, she moved the gun to shoot us down. The woman in black cleared the last few steps in the blink of an eye. Grabbing the gun in one hand, she swiftly drew another knife and planting it in the purple woman's solar plexus, hauled the woman up and over her, then down hard on the steps.
There was a solid thud as the woman hit, the shock still in her eyes as her body shuddered from her vertebra being shattered by the stone steps. The black woman stepped down and plucked her knives from the still quivering body, then motioned me to follow.
Seeing the body of the woman twitching, blood seeping from her belly wounds, I sorely wished I had time to fuck her before her final death spasms. I stood in frozen in lust, torn between saving my own life, and ripping her body suit open to enjoy her quivering flesh.
My indecision was solved by the a hand roughly grabbing my shirt and hauling me up the stairs. I looked briefly into the deep blue eyes of the woman in black. They were not kind eyes, they were giving me a silent warning to move along.
I was led down another hall, the woman in black stopped at each doorway, bending low to peer in, then motioning me on. Soon we were in the street, a pre dawn greyness filled the air. Clear of the building, she led me quickly down the street. When she stopped suddenly beside a van, I nearly ran into her. I would have except she pulled the door open and deflected me in before she jumped in behind me.
Tumbling on the floor, I stopped against the far wall. She sat me up and stared into my eyes. " You will tell me where that cylinder went, but first, I have a story to tell you........"