Posted by Cash on November 08, 2000 at 17:33:10:
"Do you like me?" she said and took another sip of her cocktail.
I told her I did, which was true. "What's there to dislike?"
She smiled playfully and touched my hand. "You want to go upstairs? There's a couple of beers in the fridge and satellite tv. We could mellow out".
"If I get any more mellow", I said, "I think I'll fall asleep. I'd love to. Let's go".
Her name was Cindy Trent, she was twenty-four years old and she worked as a waitress in a restaurant. I wondered why anyone would want her dead.
I followed her to her room, marvelling at the way she moved, all hipsway and legs. She was wearing a figure-hugging flowery print dress and, by the look of it, nothing underneath.
"Here we are", she said, opening the door. "Come on in".
No sooner had she switched on the tv and cracked open the Buds than she was pulling her dress off over her head.
She was wearing only stockings, the kind that stay up without suspenders. There was a tiny automatic pistol tucked into the stocking of her right leg.
"What the hell is that?" I said.
"That", she said, "is for protection. You never know when you're going to need it. There are a lot of weirdos out there. You'd better watch out. Guns turn me on. I've always wanted to shoot a man's balls off".
"Jesus", I said and cupped mine in my hands.
"Come here on the bed. Before I plug you". She took a swig from her can and laid back. I put an arm around her and kissed her, feeling the soft warmth of her tongue.
"Aren't you going to get rid of that thing?" I said.
"Why? Guns scare you?"
I shrugged and, kissing her again, took it out of its makeshift holster. "Is it loaded?"
"Well, it wouldn't be much use if it wasn't, now would it". She kissed my cheek as I inspected the little nickel-plated weapon, a .22 calibre Beretta. Its magazine could hold five bullets plus another in the breech.
"Cute, isn't it?" Cindy said.
"Yes, it is kind of sexy", I said, thinking that the thing was cheap crap and it would be a miracle if it didn't blow up in my hand.
She moved her hand down to rub my erection, which was screaming for action. Cindy Trent was not altogether uneasy on the eye.
Still holding the gun, I gently fingered her and felt her wetness. She moaned and closed her eyes. I slowly moved my hand and very carefully pressed the muzzle of the pistol into her.
"No, don't", she breathed. "Too dangerous. Take the bullets out, then you can do whatever you want with it. Oh God but that feels good. I can't wait any longer. Let's do it now".
I said nothing and slid the muzzle upwards over her skin toward her navel.
She opened her eyes. "I mean it, David. Take the bullets out or put it down. I don't want a bullet in the gut, not even from my own gun, thank you very much".
I nibble her ear and pulled back the hammer. She jerked upright. I jammed the pistol hard into her belly.
"What the fuck are you doing, you idiot. That fucking thing's loaded and there's one chambered. I always keep one in the chamber"-
"Sorry, baby. Nothing personal". I pressed my lips against her's and pulled the trigger. The gun made a muffled popping sound and punched a .22 calibre hole in Cindy Trent's belly. Her eyes went wide with disbelief and she looked down to see the blood pumping out of the wound.
"Oh fuck!...fuck!", she gasped. "You fucking shot me...oh God oh God oh God. You stupid cunt. Fucking shot me in the gut with my own fucking gun, you stupid fuckinq cunt". She started twisting and turning on the bed, blood spurting out or the bullet hole, screaming fuck fuck fuck and then her terrified eyes fixed on me.
"David. David. Oh God. Help me. Don't let me die like this, with a bullet in my belly. God, it fucking hurts so much. You fucking bastard. Shot me in the fucking gut. Ow ow ow ow. Oh God I'm scared. David. Call an ambulance. Help me, for Christ's sake. I'm bleeding real bad. Help me. David, please. Oh shit shit shit".
"Sorry, Cindy, I can't help you. You've got a price on your head and I'm collecting."
"Who?" she gasped through clenched teeth. "Who paid you to do this?"
"Guess", I said.
"Johnson...It was that fuck Bob Johnson, wasn't it?
"Got it in one, darling".
"That fucking cunt!" she shrieked. "How much?"
"A lot".
"How fucking much? Just tell me."
"Two hundred grand".
She stared incredulously. "I don't fucking believe it. You just gutholed me for a lousy two hundred fucking grand?". Her hands were drenched in blood, clasped to her belly. She licked her lips. "Listen. I'll pay you half a mill. All you have to do is pick up that phone and call an ambulance, that's all. I won't say anything. I'll just say it was an accident. Half a million in cash. Today. You know I can do it. Please". She looked down, horrified. "Oh God, look at me, I'm pissing myself. Do you want me to die like this, lying in my own piss with a slug in my gut? Is that how you want them to find me?"
"A million", I said. "Not a penny less".
For the first time, pain gave way to hope. 'God yes, yes, a million. a million, Yes. Just make the call, please. Do it now. My gut feels like it's on fire. Shit, I never thought getting shot in the belly would hurt like this."
"Two million".
She froze. "What?"
"Two million. I want two million".
"All right, all right. Two million. It's yours. Please, David, just hurry. God, it hurts so bad."
"Four million. Six million. Eight million".
"Whatever you want", she screamed. "I'll pay you whatever you want. For fuck's sake, just help me, you stinking son of a bitch".
"That's my whole point, you see. Lying there with a round in your belly, you'd agree to anything. Your friend and mine Bob Johnson, on the other hand, is actually going to pay up. All I have to do is empty your own piece into you and put you out of your misery".
She gaped in terror as I brought the pistol up and pointed it at her.
"No, wait, you don't have to do this", she wailed. "Oh God David David in the name of God don't shoot me no more Oh God I don't want to die!"
"We've all got to die sometime, Cindy".
I took careful aim and shot her once in the left breast. Blood immediately spouted out of the tiny hole. Cindy's hands clawed at the wound, and her eyes bulged as she squirmed and wriggled with renewed vigour. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Incredibly, she was still able to talk. "Oh God please please don't kill me don't shoot me no more I don't want to die..."
She screamed as I shot her in the belly again and her bloodsoaked hands clawed at her gut, her back arching higher and higher. For what must have been several minutes, I watched, fascinated, as she squirmed and shrieked, blood bubbling from her mouth. Just as her struggles grew weaker, I quickly pumped the remaining three rounds into her gut and watched her bullet-riddled body convulse one last time before finally becoming still.