Posted by critmk on January 08, 2002 at 08:25:04:
The Scamming Stewardess
A Story by critmk
Chapter 2: Killing Becomes Leona
The voice was urgent, youthful and feminine. Now it turned playful and seductive.
“I’m wearing your favorite… my high school uniform.”
Dominic strode to the door, opened it quickly, grabbed the white cotton blouse between the breasts of the girl on the other side, and yanked her roughly into the room.
She tried to scream, but Leona jammed the barrel of her gun hard into the girl’s pretty mouth before she could get out a sound.
“Brings a whole new meaning to the word ‘silencer,’” Dominic said. “Nice work, Leona. Back her over to the couch.”
The girl, prodded by the cold steel in her mouth, half staggered backwards until she tripped over Carolyn’s body and fell into a sitting position on the bloodstained sofa.
Her straight brown hair was parted in the middle and fell just above her shoulders. A drizzle of bangs reached her delicate eyebrows. Her complexion was flawless. Her face, her entire person, projected softness, sweetness, innocence mingled with sensuality – even with a gun in her mouth and her eyes wide with fear.
“What an appealing girl,” Leona said, calmly. “Dear, will you be quiet if I take this gun away?”
She nodded, slowly and carefully. Leona extracted the gun, wiped the saliva onto the girl’s red-and-white pleated uniform skirt, and looked her over.
Her round, swollen areole and small, pointed nipples pressed prettily through the white uniform blouse. Her skirt came to four inches above her knees. Pink crew socks and pink tennies completed the picture. She was about 5’3,” maybe 105 pounds.
She was the classic fantasy Japanese schoolgirl. She could pass for 16. But she wasn’t what she appeared to be in that respect or any other.
“Elizabeth Suzuki, born San Diego, January 5, 1982,” Dominic said. He was going through the clutch purse she had dropped.
“Everybody calls me Bitsy,” the girl said, in a voice laced with sullen defiance rather than fear.
“A sophomore at Lake Forest College,” he continued. “An armed sophomore, I might add.”
He pulled from the purse a small automatic, rather like the one Leona had trained on the girl, but black.
“Oh, and look what else we have.”
Dominic displayed a silencer between his thumb and forefinger. He looked at the girl the way a father does when he wants a straight answer and wants it now.
“OK, OK -- I was going to kill her and take the discs,” Bitsy said, suddenly seeming far older than her years. “I was pissed at her. She made me go down on a couple of fat, ugly security guards, to distract them while she stole the discs. And then I found out that she was cutting a deal with you to behind my back. So fuck her.”
Bitsy leaned forward on the sofa, to speak directly to the corpse: “So fuck
you, Carolyn!” She gave the dead body a kick. Vsrolyn flopped over on her
side. “So I found my own buyer. I didn’t need her anymore. I was hoping to
kill her, get the discs and get out of here before she could give them to
you.
“But hey -- I have nothing against you two. Maybe we can make a deal. Who are you, by the way?”
Leona and Dominic stood silent through a moment that amused them but was long and awkward to Bitsy, who knew she might not get out of this alive.
“Well, never mind. I guess I don’t want to know. The point is, I have a buyer. I’m supposed to meet with her and her people tomorrow at 11 p.m. They’re paying top price, $10 million.”
“Who is this buyer, dear?” Leona asked, kindly. When the girl hesitated,
Leona fired a round into the couch, between Bitsy’s legs. She gasped and
jumped, revealing a flash of bush through her translucent panties.
“Asian Couture Imports, in L.A.,” she blurted. “I used to model and do, um, other things, for them.”
“Juli – I knew it!” Dominic muttered. “Where are you supposed to make the deal?”
“They transferred half the money to my offshore account today. I’m supposed to fly to L.A. to give them the discs tomorrow, at their warehouse lofts. They said they’d kill me if I don’t show. Look, I’ll split it with you. It’ll be safe and easy.”
“Does Juli know about the discs, the source, who made them, the basics of how they work? Does she know about Carolyn?”
“Yes,” Bitsy replied, alarmed at Dominic’s darkening expression. “Is that bad? I had to send them the details, or they wouldn’t do the deal.”
“Did they know about us?” Dominic asked. The girl hesitated. He grabbed her by the throat. “DID THEY?”
Bitsy had stayed cool to that point, but she was suddenly terrified. A tear rolled down her cheek as she answered.
“I was following Carolyn, just to keep tabs on her two nights ago. I saw you pick her up in a bar. I described you to Juli, and she told me to kill Carolyn and grab the discs as soon as I could.”
“Shit,” Dominic said. “She knows I’m involved. She could make a lot of trouble for us, Leona.”
“I guess one loose end leads to another,” Leona said.
Dominic sighed, then said: “Well, all we can do is play the hand we’re dealt and try to have a little fun. Right, kid?”
He smiled at Bitsy. She smiled back, tentatively, hopefully. Still smiling, he strolled to the girl, leaned over and took her chin in his right hand. He kissed her, gently at first, and then tongued her deeply. She responded. He unzipped her skirt, which fell to the floor. Bitsy stepped out of it.
Leona wondered what he was up to. She felt a little jealous, and a little turned on. Leona took comfort in – and was more than a little excited by – her knowledge that the girl would soon be dead.
Or would she? Would Dominic, who at 51 was her senior, betray her for the smooth skin of the younger woman? Would she end up dead in the room, sprawled over Carolyn’s body? She pictured herself on her back, her skirt hiked up, her panties torn off, a constellation of red-black holes in her blouse over her left breast. She imagined Dominic raping her dead body as Bitsy masturbated, and the two of them laughing at the foolishness of the two older women lying dead in the hotel room. The fantasy at once depressed and excited her.
The sharp thwack of the back of Dominic’s hand on Bitsy’s cheekbone interrupted Leona’s reverie. The girl fell onto Carolyn’s body; contact with the dead woman bloodied the sleeve of her blouse. Bitsy bled a little from her left nostril.
Dominic knelt over her, his strong left hand clamped over her throat. He looked as menacing as Satan on a bad day in hell.
“Give me your bank account codes. Leona, plug the laptop into the data port and punch them in.”
Vera squeaked out a sequence of numbers and letters. With a few keystrokes, Leona transferred Vera’s $5 million to their Swiss account.
The girl was beginning to sob. She rolled off Carolyn’s dead body and got unsteadily to her feet in the middle of the room. Dominic tore open Bitsy’s blouse, revealing small, perfect tits pushed up by a half-bra that left the nipples naked.
Dominic nodded to Leona. Her automatic chirped.
A burn-black hole opened in the center of Bitsy’s belly. She grabbed the wound with both hands. Blood trickled through her fingers as she sunk to her knees.
Leona took this in for a moment. She lifted her skirt and stroked herself deeply. She dropped to her knees and rubbed her face against Dominic’s crotch, then lowered his zipper and took as much of his large cock into her mouth as she could. She stood, turned, lifted herself, then lowered her soaking pussy onto his penis. As he fucked her, Leona aimed and pumped a bullet into Bitsy’s right breast. The impact knocked the girl over; she struck the back of her head on the wall as she fell. Leona pumped two more slugs into that delectable young body, one through her translucent panties just above her bush and another into the inside of her left thigh. Leona had three quick, petit orgasms, and she felt Dominic getting close to his.
Suddenly, breathlessly, she said: “Don’t. Don’t come inside me. I want you to fuck her while I finish her. Hurry – she’s almost dead.”
Dominic pulled Bitsy’s panties around her ankles. He got between her legs and lifted her by her buttocks. The girl was wet; he slid right in. She was so small and tight that he couldn’t cram his entire shaft into her.
Leona was right; she was almost dead. Bitsy bounced and flopped like a rag doll as he pumped her.
Leona knelt and straddled Bitsy’s face, then rhythmically slid her soaking pussy across it. She stroked her victim’s nipples and then her own with the gun, then put the weapon aside.
Leona stood. She steadied herself with one hand on the wall and masturbated with the other. She raised her right leg high, giving Dominic and Bitsy excellent upskirt views. Then she plunged her stiletto heel down hard into the hollow of Bitsy’s throat.
It went in like a dagger, to the hilt. Blood splashed onto Leona’s calf and splattered onto Bitsy’s chest. The girl bucked violently for a moment, and her pussy clamped down hard on Dominic’s penis. He shot an enormous load of cum into her as she died. He kept his semi-erect member inside her as she and he slowly went limp.
Bitsy’s convulsions vibrated up Leona’s right leg like an electric shock. Her orgasm was so violent that she nearly lost her balance. She leaned forward and placed a hand on Dominic’s shoulder for support. She unbuckled her ankle strap and removed her right shoe, to leave it stuck in Vera’s throat. She sunk to her knees, straddling her victim, and leaned forward into Dominic’s welcoming embrace.
“The last thing that little cunt saw in her life was the view up my skirt,” Leona whispered. “I like that.” They showered together and washed each other tenderly.
Leona was taller than Carolyn, but the stewardess rooted through the dead woman’s suitcase until she found some shorts and a sleeveless pullover that looked fairly good on her. The sandals were way too small, but they’d have to do until she got to her own hotel.
“Well, that was an easy $5 million,” she said, smiling at Dominic.
“Not really,” he answered, suddenly sober. “I have to go to L.A., now, and take out Juli and any of these Asian Couture people who know what was going on with the kid. They could also cause trouble just by getting the word out that they’d been cheated and that we have the discs. That might make our Bangkok buyer nervous and the cops curious.”
“I’ll come with you,” Leona said, embracing him, and then teasing: “I like killing.”
“No, you need to work your Paris charter flight tomorrow, to make everything as normal as possible. We want no suspicion when you fly these discs to Bangkok next week. Besides, you barely know how to fire a gun. This thing today was easy. Some of these Asian Couture types are professionals.”
It was time to go. Leona fitted the discs behind the mirror of a specially made compact, then checked her face.
“Do you want to take your shoes?”
“No, I’ll just leave them,” Leona replied. “You like the way that one looks? Stabbed into her neck like that?
“I thought so.”
Leona knelt next to the dead girl and looked provocatively at Dominic. She probed Bitsy’s wet pussy, to coat her middle finger with Dominic’s semen. She held the glistening finger in the air, then ceremoniously licked it clean. Without another word or backward glance, she left the room. Dominic watched her ass swing as she walked down the hall.
He closed the door and leaned against it heavily.
“What a woman,” he said to himself. “Too bad I’ll have to kill her
eventually.”