Posted by Carthus on July 22, 2003 at 09:52:01:
Hope you all like the story I wrote for someone...... Let me know...
THE HIT
Sandy couldn’t believe her luck, there was no way that this hit was going to be this simple… Sandy had done her homework for weeks, and knew everything there was to know about Mr. Hoshi.
Mr Hoshi walked this same path everyday, but he always had body guards with him…. Today he did not, why was today any different.
Sandy was the best of the best when it came to contract killing…… She had been train in the art of killing from a branch of the CIA that little is known about it….
Sandy had been recruited straight out of college where in her spare time she was on the fencing team, and took and competed not only in fencing, but in the martial arts.
The CIA didn’t let it known that they took people from other countries, but Sandy was not the first.
Sandy didn’t care to know the politics of the hits, for she didn’t want to get to involved in her targets life…..
Hoshi was just one in a long line of hits that Sandy had to get done……
Hoshi as the name inferred was from Japan, and he had something to do with imports, that the good Old USA didn’t want to continue.
Mr. Hoshi’s estate butted up against the top riding club in all of Europe….. Each day for the past two weeks, Sandy would ride her horse so the she could keep tract of her target, and come up with a plan to knock him off.
As Sandy rode along the edge of the wooded area, her mind would rush back to the time she competed in horse jumping…. And if it hadn’t been for that accident, she was quite shore that she would have won the Olympics…. Two weeks before the team was picked, her horse wasn’t feeling well, so she took another horse out…. When they were just about done with their run, she had one jump to go…. As the approached the jump, Sandy made ready, but the horse froze, stopped dead in its tracks, and Sandy made the jump without the horse….
Sandy was in the hospital for months, and it was the end of her career as an Olympic hopeful. Ah but as Sandy shook that memory out of her head, se smiled, and said to herself, " But damn, I still look good in the outfits.
She was right, the riding pants hugged her ass in the most delightful way. Sandy caught more then one guy looking at her ass, and then rest that look on her well formed Breasts pushing on the tight silken white shirt.
Sandy loved playing with guys minds, and she knew just what buttons to push….. But enough with those thoughts she said to herself, I have work to do, and she got down off her horse.
Hoshi was in his late thirties, and Sandy knew he would not see his forties, if she had anything to do with it….
Walking toward Hoshi, Sandy kept a good distance so she would be discovered, and give her time to think about where his body guards got off to…. Perhaps, the passage of time dictated that the was no thet to his life and more… (Boy are they wrong, Sandy laugh to herself)
Sandy could see that Hoshi was walking just a bit faster then he normally would, but the answer as why was just up ahead…… His twenty year old girl friend was heading toward him… Christie he called out waving his hand…. Christie was a very beautiful Amermerasian, she looked as if she just stepped of the cover of a magazine…. She wore a low cut sheer white belly shirt, with jeans..
Sandy paused a minute and was about to call the whole thing off, when a thought came to mind… "I’ll just take them both out… chalk it up as practice she thought.
Christi’s silken long Black hair flew back over her shoulders as she ran toward Hoshi. As they got closer to one another and then embraced, Sandy took off her riding jacket, and placed it on the ground.
Sandy’s heart pounded as she drew her pistol…. She walked closer holding the weapon in two hands pointing upward close to her body…. Step by step Sandy came closer…. It was going to be quick, Sandy would place the one shot into Hoshi’s head, and as he fell to the ground she ould pump to rounds into Christi’s Breasts.
The thought sort of turned her on in a way that was unfamiliar to her….. she wanted this hit, and most of all she wanted to place two rounds into Christi’s left breast that shown so perfect through the shear white shirt…. Sandy didn’t understand this feeling, for all of her hits was just that, a hit and nothing more…
Perhaps the thought of drilling Christie, was stirred up by her own feeling of her secret desire to be snuffed out…. She thought of many ways she would like to get it, and the thought of each way, turned her on more and more, till she became very wet.
Sandy could in her mind feel the bullets rip through her shirt and bury themselves in her creamy white breast…
Sandy shock these thoughts out of her mind…. Damn, she need a vacation she thought to herself, I’m losing it.
Turning sideways to her targets, she aimed her pistol, only using one hand. Sandy could feel the warm sun on her back and sort of hug the perfect curves of her ass…..
Taking careful aim, she started to squeeze the trigger, when a searing hot pain ripped into her back.. Sandy’s mind raced as it tried to comprehend what was happening…. Not only was the pain in her back, but now it was into her stomach.
Sandy soon came to realize that she had been hit by an arrow….. The arrow had razor sharp edges, and before it came to a stop somewhere in the middle of her stomach, the arrow had already sliced her insides up..
Sandy ached her back, and tried in vain to reach for it, and maybe pull it out. Sandy thought that she would be hit again, put it didn’t happen….. dropping to her knees, Sandy felt the life slipping away from her, as she tried to stay with it….. Damn it, I have to finish what I started…. Sandy crawled toward the gun she had dropped when that pain ripped through her…. Slowly she dragged herself toward the gun.
Grabbing the gun, Sandy took aim once again at the two still embracing each other… they were totally unaware as to what had just happened.
Just as she was once again about to shoot, somewhere close behind her she heard a voice yell.. "Look out Mr. Hoshi….. Hoshi turned around exposing Christie, just as Sandy fired…. The bullet that was meant Hoshi, found instead Christi’s left Breast… Christie was thrown back as the small black hole sprayed blood everywhere.
Christi flew up against a tree, and as she stood there, she grabbed her breast in her left hand and looked in disbelief at her once gorgeous breast…. Slowly Christi slid down the tree as her knees gave way, and with one last look into Hoshi’s eyes, she was gone.
By the time that Christie hit the tree, the guard had kicked the gun out of Sandy’s hand, picked her up by the back of the hair, and with his free hand, he rammed the arrow through the rest of the way through her body.
The arrow ripped even more of Sandy’s insides apart as the point came out just below her breast in the middle of her body…. Blood was now all over the front of Sandy, and as the man let go of Sandy, he ran to see if he could help poor Christi, who had by now was gone.
Sandy tried hard to stand on her feet, but she fell to the ground and landed on her back, driving the arrow even more through her. As Sandy lay there with hand holding the arrow, her mind started to go, and she was once again that pretty 17 year old girl, on top of her horse makes jump after jump as they ran through the coarse…. As they came close to the finish, Sandy could see the crowd on their feet, and above them flew the Olympic flag….. Then there was nothing… Sandy was no more, her heart beat faded away…..
THE END