Posted by Shoot2Kill and critmk on December 20, 2000 at 07:53:10:
Leather and Fur, Beauty and Blood
Part 3 - More Death on Wheels
by Shoot2Kill
Half an hour later, the Limo - guided by Susan-as-Alexa - found its way into a West Side Manhattan back street, at the edge of a gentrifying former industrial area. The big car turned with a heavy grace into an alleyway.
'Are you sure this is right?' Adiva asked in disbelief. 'We're picking up your agent here?'
Susan smiled at her. The Indian girl was gorgeous - her slender, full-breasted form emphasised by a skin-tight, light-grey, one piece chauffeur costume which fastened across her chest with golden studded buttons. The girl's nipples poked visibly through her soft bra and the clingy fabric of the uniform. Her peaked cap was crammed onto a full mass of hair black and blue like a raven's wing, while her skin was the colour of rich, creamy chocolate. All she lacked to complete her Indian look was the red dot on her forehead. Susan had plans for that.
'Flash your lights twice, please babe,' she asked her driver. After a moment's hesitation, the woman did so. A door opened in one of the alley walls, and a man stepped out. He was tall, dressed in maintenance overalls, carrying a toolbox. Adiva watched the man approach. 'Agent my ass,' she muttered. Sure, these models would screw anything with a pulse, but this felt... Wrong.
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The lights flashing caught the attention of two working girls on the corner of the alley. Natalie was an 18 year-old Texan at the end of a long unproductive shift. Police crackdowns had made drivers reluctant to go into the area, and money was scarce. It wasn't that she wasn't a looker: her 36D boobs were emphasised and shaped by a spaghetti-strapped string bikini top, providing a cleavage men adored. The bleached, shock-white blonde hair, spiked up, and blue leather choker gave her look a punk spin that certain men loved. Her PVC mini-skirt was shiny blue, finishing just above the sheer hold-up stockings she wore. The flesh on show - plenty of it - was pale; the effect of a girl used to the sun who could no longer afford tanning salon trips once a week. Most of her income from the past weeks had gone on the short fur jacket she wore open. It had been expensive, but it was class, and maybe enough to get her off the streets.
'Looks like a customer,' she nodded to Shazza, grinding out her cigarette beneath a stiletto sole. Shazza hefted up her Wonderbra, adjusting her cleavage. The African American girl wore nothing else except some pricy jeans in buttery glove leather, black as sin, with lace-up sides.
'Go, girlfriend!' She gave a perfect white smile. 'A Limo, that's a corporate type. That's big money, girl! Even some blackmail dough if it's kinky enough... Though I ain't pissing on no one today. I'm tired of all that shit.'
Natalie made an ironic face to herself as they walked towards the car. A man had come out of a nearby building - a repair man? - and he stopped when he saw them.
'Ah, thanks, but we're not interested ladies,' he said, his accent English. Natalie flashed her cleavage with a wave of her coat. The action stopped the man in his tracks. 'Wow, that's a nice fur coat you've got there.' His voice was completely different. Thoughtful. 'And those are leather trousers, aren't they? Nice. Shame about the creatures that provided them.'
Shazza preened herself, spinning around to show her praised body off.
'It's all yours if the money's good, guy,' she said.
The repairmen flashed an extremely uncharacteristic wad of money. 'I don't think that will be a problem,' he smiled.
****
As Shazza and Natalie clambered into the spacious car interior, they exchanged suspicious glances with Susan. Susan noted the leather, the fur, and looked straight at David as she tapped her handbag and its heavy contents. It was an approving look.
Natalie sat herself astride David's legs, her PVC skirt creaking as it strained wider around her opened thighs. She grinned as she rubbed her sex against his groin and brought his face down to her boobs. 'What say we sit here and discuss the first thing that comes up between us?'
Susan beckoned to Adiva. 'Want to double your wages this week?' she asked the confused Indian driver. Adiva was watching the two newcomers in dismay and amazement. She nodded dumbly, and left her seat, joining them moments later. The smell of petrol fumes from the street drifted in, losing its way to the strong perfumes of the four women. Susan gestured to the driver and the black girl with open hands.
'Well get that uniform off. Let's see how friendly you two can get.'
Adiva was uncertain, and she looked at Shazza's hands as they deftly unbuttoned the front of her clothing. A green satin bra was revealed, and then, with the costume pushed off her shoulders, and pulled down to her waist, a matching set of T-cut panties. Adiva gently touched herself, wincing as Shazza closed for the first kiss. It wasn't as bad as she expected. In fact, she was licking her lips when Shazza pulled back. The two of them fell on each other like wrestling animals.
Natalie gave a dirty chuckle as David's erection bulged inside his trousers. She leant to his ear to whisper, 'no panties', before she opened his fly, put on a condom with magical dexterity, and plunged herself onto his cock. He felt her hot, tight and wet around him as she slowly lifted herself up and down, up and down. She gave a throaty laugh. 'Nobody fucks like Natalie, baby.'
Susan looked down at her white clothing, and then her bag. It was going to get very messy in here. She helped Adiva out of her uniform, and then took the girl's hat, spilling hair out like black liquid. 'I'm gonna go outside, David,' she told him. 'Look after my make-up bag.'
He nodded his acknowledgement, eyes half-closed as Natalie sighed and groaned against him and he thrust into her. Adiva was frantically undoing the front of her bra, getting Shazza to help. Susan closed the Limo door, and moved a few steps away from the car.
The first sound she heard was Natalie's overly-noisy orgasm, even through the closed doors. The car was rocking slightly. The next sound was Adiva sobbing out her first ever climax with a woman.
The next sounds were varied, accompanied by flashes of light even through the darkened glass windows, as a gun was produced from a bag, three girls realised it, and David shot them dead.
****
Susan sauntered back to the car, her mobile phone keyed through to Kay. 'Okay, so I'm opening the car door. The black hooker's just slumped out onto the road. She's face down, David's shot her three times in the back, just above the strap of the bra she's still wearing. She really has a nice ass. Sorry. Had.'
She leant down, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the girl up for a moment. 'Bullets have come out of both her tits. They were firm and round before that, now... Oh, and her eyes have rolled up into her head. She's puked a bit of blood.' Disinterested, she dropped Shazza heavily back to the ground. The hooker's arms were limp, over her head.
Susan looked inside. Something was beginning to tingle between her legs, not least because of Kay's increasing panting at the narrative being phoned to her. 'The Texan hooker is seated on the floor, legs stretched up to either side of David's hips. She's half-slumped to her right, and blood's come out of her nostrils. He shot her under the right tit - her bikini top's still on - and it killed her instantly. Man she's still gorgeous. Her fingers are still twitching. Her eyes are wide open. Jesus, was she surprised!'
'What about the driver?' Kay asked, her breath coming in shuddering gasps.
'Relax, Kay, I've got her uniform and hat for you. She won't be needing it.'
She looked at Adiva, who hadn't been killed yet. David's hands were grasped on her breasts as he fucked her from behind, the crotch of her panties pulled aside so that he could slide inside a pussy soaked from Shazza's attentions. She was crying, and her face and chest were glistening with little patches of sprayed blood. Her hair was down her back, David kissed her through it.
'He killed them!' she sobbed at Susan, as if unable to reach the killer himself.
Susan picked up the discarded gun. She reloaded it with a clip from her bag and levelled it at the Indian driver's forehead.
'Uh!' David suddenly grunted, and began to thrash his orgasm inside the girl.
Susan shrugged and gave a disinterested sigh. 'Oh well. He cums, you go.'
'No! Oh God please... I'll fuck you, I'll do anything you want! Please-' Adiva squirmed on the end of David's firing cock, trying to raise her hands in scant defence. Her speech was a babbling, faltering sound of terror. PHUTT!
The 9mm hole appeared in the exact centre of the dark skin on the girl's forehead. Blood spritzed out, catching David on the cheek. Adiva's face froze as if locked. A line of thin blood drooled down the side of her nose. She slumped dead in David's hands, and he threw her casually across Natalie's body. Her green panties had ridden up into her buttocks, and her smooth bare back was marked only by some mess from the headshot. Susan tossed the gun aside. 'Okay, they're all dead.' She turned her phone off as Kay had her own climax.
'Nice shooting, Susan,' David congratulated her. He tucked his dick back in, and stepped out of the car. With the trunk opened, he first dragged Shazza around, hands under her armpits, and folded her into the space. Adiva was still twitching and convulsing in death as he crunched her into the trunk. Finally Natalie was hauled by the ankles and crushed - just - into the space. Her ass stuck into the air, and David slid a finger inside her pussy to taste the juices they'd made. Natalie had been a gorgeous fuck. He'd almost regretted putting the gun under her breast, and shooting her through the heart. He still could picture the way her eyes changed as she felt the metal touch and knew it meant death. She had said 'no, please' very quietly. Now those eyes were just glazed, those lips closed.
David used a towel from the toolbox to clean most of the blood from the Limo interior, put it over the dead girls, and then shed his overalls to put them there too. Underneath he wore a suit.
With Adiva's expensive chauffeur costume in hand, they drew out of the alleyway, ready for the next part of the operation.
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