Posted by critmk and Shoot2Kill on December 20, 2000 at 07:55:53:
Leather and Fur, Beauty and Blood
Part 4: Meet the Allensons
David drove the limo a few blocks to a small hotel and picked up Dominika, Caprice and Kay, who pulled off her dress and slipped into Adiva's uniform as they drove to the Waldorf, where the show was to take place. At a stoplight, Kay moved into the driver's seat, next to Susan. David went to the back, between Dominika and Caprice. Tall, blonde Caprice looked like a model on her way to a gig, much as Alexa Remington had looked when Susan killed her: oversize sunglasses, no makeup, hair pulled back simply, black jeans and a loose black sweater that showed off her cute oval navel. Spikey, strappy high heels told the world that, casual as she might be dressed, she was still a high-fashion model.
The Limo had been hired as a model-hauler for the whole day's far-flung fashion activities in New York. A parking placard on the dash gave it drive-up access to all the stage doors, which was perfect for the hit-team's purposes. Susan gave dead Alexa's backstage credential to Caprice.
Dark, petite Dominika was the picture of chic, sexy sophistication in a leopard-print challis blouse, dark-brown straight satin mini, dark hose and dark-brown stiletto pumps. Her long hair was gathered in a French roll. She would be David's 'date' for the occasion. She could have been his expensive mistress or trophy wife, the sort of woman for whom rich men buy pricey clothes.
'Who are we going to be?' Dominika asked, smiling seductively at David.
'We will be Mr. and Mrs. Ted Allenson, from Minneapolis,' he answered. 'I'm a buyer for a chain of mid-level dress shops. You're my second wife; I'm 50, you're 23. I've known you since you were 16. You were on the same cheerleading squad with my daughter a few years ago. We're in 709 at the Waldorf. Amazing what you can learn hanging around a hotel bar for an evening.'
Kay dropped Dominika and David at the main entrance to the hotel, then moved on and turned right, into the service alley where the models and others working the show were to enter. It gave access to the huge, main-floor ballroom, where the models would strut their stuff in two hours.
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David and Dominika took the elevator to the seventh floor. She tapped on the door to Suite 709, then tapped again. David was just down the hall, out of sight. The door opened to reveal a handsome, ruddy face and graying hair.
'Yes?'
'Hi. I'm Dominika, from the association. I have your invitations to today's show. I'm sorry about the mixup.' She held up a white, sealed envelope.
'Mixup? As far as I know, everything's fine. Our invitations were mailed to us weeks ago.'
'Really? Hmmm. Our records show that we sent the dinner invitations but not the show tickets. I'd hate for you to get down there and not get in, but I can't just give them to you because every seat in the place is taken and we can't be over-booked. Could I have a look at them, just to be sure?'
A female voice from back in the room piped up: 'Honey, what is it?' Allenson ignored the question and took a long look at the small, curvy woman in front of him.
'Come on in. We have company Amy,' he called back, over his shoulder, 'Are you decent?'
He turned and walked through the short hallway. Dominika followed, drawing a small, silenced automatic from her purse as she walked. David slipped in after her and gently closed the door.
Dominika's bullet broke through the back of Ted Allenson's head just as he entered the sitting room. The tall, substantial man, in dress trousers and a white T-shirt, was dead before he hit the carpet with a heavy thud.
The noise prompted his young wife to open the door to the bedroom. David sprang to her and poked the noise suppressor of his nasty-looking 9mm under her chin.
'My dear Mrs. Allenson, where are your invitations to the fur and leather show?'
She pointed to the desk across the room. Dominika looked inside an envelope on the top of the desk and nodded to David. He jammed the gun hard under Amy Allenson's chin. She went up on her toes to try to ease the pressure, and was off-balance because of it. Her breathing came in frantic gasps.
Dominika toed her heel at Ted's ribs, but he was too heavy for her to turn over. 'You know, David, we don't have to take our stations downstairs for more than an hour. We have time for a little fun here.'
David swept his eyes over Amy. Green eyes, shoulder-length golden-blonde hair parted on the left side, tucked back behind the left ear and falling over the right eye. She was tall and slim, with a lovely flat belly with just a bit of muscle definition. Emerald-green string bikini panties matched her underwired, clasp-front bra, which rounded off conical, 34C tits. Full mouth, pink lipstick, perfect skin with a hint of a tan. A slightly vacant look about her. A dumb blonde.
David gave her a firm push forward, and she tripped over the dead man in the middle of the floor. Dominika giggled.
'Turn him over, wifey-poo,' she said. The girl, in a daze, struggled a moment, but finally rolled her husband over. 'Now unzip the trousers - and do you know what's coming?' She waved her gun tauntingly in the girl's face. Amy swallowed hard, nodded weakly and took the dead, flaccid cock into her mouth. She was on her hands and knees with her ass up in the air. David smiled and shook his head at Dominika - the naughty girl - who now had her hand up her skirt and was stroking herself.
'That looks like fun; let me take a turn.' She yanked Amy up by the hair, violently, and threw her backwards. 'You do my friend.'
Amy, quivering, got to her knees and took David's rock-hard cock into her mouth, accompanied by Dominika's muffled moans and giggles. Amy gagged and sputtered as David shot hot cum down her throat.
'Now do me, honey,' Dominika said, situating herself on the edge of the bed. Amy, sobbing now, crawled to Dominika and began to tongue-lash and -probe the killer's taut little pussy. To reach it, she had to lean over the dead man. Her tits hung directly over his dead, staring eyes.
The girl may have been dumb and traumatized, but she certainly knew how to give head. In a few moments, she had Dominika in a frenzy. As his partner drew near orgasm, David stepped over to straddle Amy.
PHUTT! PHUTT! his gun whispered, as Dominika suppressed her climactic shrieks. Two holes opened inside Amy's left shoulder blade, one just above the emerald bra strap, the other through it. The bullets exited through quarter-sized holes in the bulge of naked breast flesh above the bra cup and through the nipple and the satin fabric that covered it, coming to rest in her dead husband's forehead.
Dominika held Amy's blank face against her soaking crotch for a long moment, then released her grip. Amy's face slid down the side of the bed until her bloody tits came to rest on her husband's face. Dominika dropped back and lay still until her fast, labored breathing returned to normal. She pulled her black lace panties back to proper position and extended a hand to David, who helped her rise above the dead bodies at her feet.
The two killers looked at their latest victims for a moment.
'It just goes to show that no good can come of this trophy-wife business,' Dominika said.
'Oh, I don't know,' David said. 'The first wife -- an attractive woman in her late 40s, I'll wager -- I would have killed her, too. Either way, the Allensons were going to die today,' He picked up the invitations. 'Do you like fashion shows, Dominika? May I escort you?'
Dominika giggled and took his arm. She put out the Do Not Disturb sign as they left.
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