Carolyn was already dead when Leona got to the hotel room.Posted by critmk on January 07, 2002 at 09:52:23:
The Scamming Stewardess
By critmk
a snuff-necro novel in 23 chapters
Chapter 1: Sealing a Partnership
Carolyn was already dead when Leona got to the hotel room.
She was in her early 40s, maybe – a little younger than Leona, who was 45.
Her thick red hair rayed out across the white bedspread. Long strands of pearls encircled her throat and tumbled across her ample breasts. Her deep brown eyes stared at the ceiling. Wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth – the lips just parted to reveal rows of white teeth and an arc of pink tongue -- were barely visible beneath the perfect makeup, tinged peach to enhance her Irish coloring.
Her red pumps, with their slender, 4-inch heels, were on the sexy side for business wear, but not out of bounds; they lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. A red lace garter belt held up the sheerest red silk stockings. Her panties had been ripped away and discarded. A gob of fresh cum drooled from her moist pussy.
Blood from a neat slit on the left side of her naked stomach had welled about her navel, which was half-covered by her garter belt.
A red, structured, 34D bra had been yanked down to expose her tits, but still lifted and gathered them. A large, heavy dagger, all one piece of milled, smooth stainless steel, stood erect in her bulging left tit. The lower cutting edge of the broad blade had sliced a half-inch into her tan areola and nicked the top of her nipple. A good deal of blood had flowed down the curve of her breast and reddened her left side and arm and the bedding beneath them.
The sight transfixed Leona. She jumped when Dominic embraced her, gently, from behind. He brought his left hand around in front of her face and held two small shiny discs before her eyes.
“The most powerful encryption program ever devised is ours,” he whispered. “We’re about to become billionaires, my dear. Which reminds me, I forgot to thank Carolyn for stealing them from her company. Too bad, I try to be courteous. Oh well.”
Leona laughed. “I don’t think that will go on your permanent record.”
“No, it won’t – I don’t have a permanent record. Anywhere.”
He put the disc into his jacket pocket and got a little closer to Leona. Her breathing quickened. She backed into him and started moving her ass rhythmically against his hardening penis. She was 5’7”, slim and long-legged; her black, ankle-strap heels made her just the height for Dominic, 6’1”, to take from behind.
The pupils of Leona’s large, deep brown eyes dilated; her nipples hardened and poked at her thin white stewardess uniform blouse. She took his two hands in hers and brushed his fingers over her nipples, then guided his right hand under her short skirt. In anticipation, she had removed her panties in the elevator on the way up. She guided two of his fingers into her moist pussy and began to hump on them in earnest. She came in a matter of seconds, with a deep shudder and a cry that she muffled only with great effort.
Leona sank to her knees. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard. She pivoted and looked up at Dominic.
“I… I wasn’t sure how I would react to a real….” She turned and stared at the dead woman for a moment. “The fantasy and the playing were so exciting, but I never thought…” She looked him in the eye for a long moment. “Thank you for bringing me into this. Thank you for the money. Thank you for killing her.” She put her cheek against his straining cock and delicately grasped his zipper with thumb and forefinger.
“You’re welcome,” Dominic said, smiling down at her. “But wait just a moment with that. I’m afraid we have a loose end.”
He helped her up, kissed her, then stepped to the desk and opened his briefcase. He lifted from it a small, silver automatic equipped with a silencer.
A flash of panic lit every nerve in Leona’s body – was she about to be killed? Dominic extinguished the fear immediately with his calm words.
“Carolyn brought her young intern into the deal,” he said. “I didn’t figure her to be the type, but she seems to have been quite smitten – she didn’t even know she was being scammed. The third party is due to meet us here in… 15 minutes.”
“You’re going to kill him, too?”
“It’s a her – young and very pretty,” Dominic said. “A Japanese girl. She got to Carolyn, and I don’t like to be double-crossed. I need to find out who she’s working for – I have a hunch it’s an outfit in L.A. that has crossed me once before. I might have to do something about them, too.
“But first things first. We have to get you ready; you’re going to kill the little bitch.” He slapped the automatic into Leona’s hand.
The little gun was surprisingly heavy. It felt cool against her palm.
“But – I’ve never even fired a gun before,” she protested. “I might miss. And – and – I’m not sure I can do it, Dom. I’m not sure I can…”
“Kill someone? Oh, I think you can. I think you’ve waited all your life to do it. And you won’t miss. She’ll be so close you won’t be able to miss. We have 10 minutes. Practice.” He gestured toward the dead woman on the bed.
Leona shuddered with mixed horror and pleasure. She stood dumbly while Dominic put Carolyn’s shoes back on her feet, grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her roughly off the bed. She hit the carpet hard; her tits bounced, and the knife wobbled. He sat her on the couch, then yanked the dagger from her left breast, releasing a surge of blood that ran down her front.
He rinsed the knife and put it in his briefcase. He embraced Leona from behind and put his hands over hers. She followed his lead and raised the gun toward the dead woman.
“This isn’t so hard,” he murmured. “Two hands, raise, sight down the barrel. Where would you like to shoot her?”
Leona was breathing hard and trembling a little. “In the throat. I want to shoot her in the throat.” She got the words out with difficulty.
Dominic steadied her, then gently squeezed his trigger finger over hers. The bullet cut through the tender flesh of Carolyn’s neck and her carotid artery. A dark line of blood dribbled two inches down from the new wound and bloodied the first ring of white pearls.
“Oh god, Dominic!” Leona whimpered. She pressed her thighs together and felt juices run between them. She went weak in the knees, then recovered. Her tone was suddenly icy.
“Now, I’m going to shoot her in the right tit. And one more in the middle or that triangle of pussy hair.”
Little geysers of red erupted in the pink just below the nipple and an inch above Carolyn’s vagina. The breast heaved and swayed. Carolyn jerked, pitched forward and folded to her left, ever so slowly. She landed with her face on the carpet and her butt in the air. Leona noted the exit wound in her back; the knife had cut all the way through her, but the soft, low-velocity bullets had not. Dom nudged the dead woman with his foot, and the she rolled onto her back.
There was a knock on the door. The partners locked eyes. Leona smiled.
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