Posted by critmk on January 14, 2002 at 08:53:01:
The Scamming Stewardess
A Story by critmk
Chapter 8: What to Do with Yuki?
Dominic, submerged in the deep ponds of Yuki’s eyes and transfixed by her smile, didn’t notice the vibration of the digital phone in his jacket pocket.
It persisted. Finally, he lifted the phone, even as his eyes remained locked with Yuki’s. He said nothing.
“Dominic -- Dominic! Are you OK?”
Leona sounded not quite frantic.
“I’m fine.” Her deep, relieved sigh fell gently on his ear.
“I hate to call you again, but I thought you’d be done there by now. Are you? Are they all dead?”
“I have a minute, Leona. Go ahead.”
“There are a some things you should know. Bettina and a couple of the other girls – Sandi and Barbanne -- came into the room a half hour ago and demanded to get in on the deal. All seven stews on the crew are in on this, and they’ll all be watching me.
“It’s Bettina’s doing. She described you in detail and threatened to go to the police with what she saw at the hotel. She’s bluffing – she couldn’t know what went on in that room, or she’d be too afraid to threaten us. But if she goes to the cops and they want to talk to me, the whole deal could come apart.”
Dominic thought for a moment. Thinking wasn’t easy, with Yuki distracting him. She was at the bottom of the stairway, fondling Becky’s breasts. She popped the left one out of the leather bustier and nibbled at the erect nipple.
Yuki smiled seductively. She was playful, but Dominic sensed calculation in her actions. She was sizing him up, measuring the effect. The hairs on his neck rose a little. He noted the proximity of Becky’s .45, on a step just out of Yuki’s reach.
“What should I do, Dom?”
“Tell them that I’m unreachable until tomorrow and you can’t act without me, but you’re pretty sure that I’ll go along. It’s too risky for us to meet in New York or Madrid. We’ll have to wait until we get to Thailand. Set up a meeting with all of them. Somewhere a little isolated.”
“My god, Dominic – are you going to kill them? I’ve known some of these girls for years, I brought Bettina into the business when she was 18, I don’t know if –“
He cut her off: “They’re going to die. And you’re going to help me kill them. Is that clear?”
“Yes.” Her voice was weak and small.
“Use your Thai contacts to find a good place for it. I want to get them all at once, and I want to do it before we sell the merchandise. Have you taken care of the customs people?”
“Yes. It cost $20,000, but they’ll wave both of us right through. And I have the meeting arranged with our buyers.”
“Good. At least something’s going right.”
“Dominic, I miss you. I was looking forward to being together in New York tomorrow. Talk to me for a minute… tell me how we’ll be together when this is all over.”
“Everything will be fine, Leona. Just do as I say. I’ll see you in Bangkok in three days.”
“Dominic… I love you.”
He turned off the phone and put it away.
Yuki stood and model-walked toward him, one foot precisely in front of the other, her simple mules clicking on the hardwood. She taunted him:
“Well, killer has a girlfriend – or a wife, maybe? Things are going a little wrong? Maybe Yuki can fix it. Is she as beautiful as I am? Is she as smart? Is she as young, as sexy?”
She was circling him, now, talking and talking. Dominic pondered Yuki’s change in demeanor and his reaction to it. He had found her inscrutable silence and simplicity, her pure acceptance of everything going on around her, irresistible.
Now that she was interested, now that she was trying to be sexy and press advantage, he found her less appealing.
“Think of me killing – what’s her name? – Leona?” Yuki said, in urgent, intimate tones. “I’d do it while you’re making love to her. She’d be naked, on top, straddling you, moaning with pleasure. I’d sneak up behind her and cut off her orgasm by cutting her throat. I’d hold her there until she’s dead, then throw her to the floor. Then I’d take her place. In every way.”
In fact, Dominic had been picturing a similar scenario before Leona called. He had seriously entertained the idea of replacing Leona with Yuki. But practical drawbacks made him hesitate to change partners in the middle of the deal; Leona’s contacts in Thailand were crucial.
More important, Yuki’s come-ons were working against her. Her behavior made him feel that the Zen presence she had been a half-hour before was a ruse, a stratagem. In a strange way, he felt betrayed.
And then there was that “I love you.”
The words had gone by with no effect when Leona had spoken them through the phone. Now, heard in memory, they shook him.
Thus were his thoughts as Yuki went round and round in ever-tighter circles, artfully pleading her case. Now she was rubbing her tits against him, now straining up and pulling him down to kiss him full upon the lips, now sliding down his body, unzipping him and taking him into her mouth.
Yuki gave head like a woman who wanted something. She skittered her lips and tongue around his penis, paying particular attention to the sensitive spot on the underside near the tip. She swallowed nearly the length of it deep into her throat. When she felt him ready to come, she rubbed her tongue hard and slow and sucked.
As he came, Dominic swung the heavy steel dagger in a long, overhand arc. He plunged it with speed and force into the center of Yuki’s back, drilling smoothly through fabric, skin, muscle, heart, sternum and skin and fabric again.
Her small body rocked with the blow. Yuki’s head snapped back, and Dominic’s dick made a small pop as it left her mouth. Last drops of come spurted onto her cheek. Dominic could see a lot more in her mouth. In her blank eyes, he saw death.
Yuki’s face slid away from his penis and she fell backwards. Her head hit hard, bounced once, and settled to the left. Blood, and a little cum, trickled from the corner of her mouth.
The force of the fall had driven the knife to the hilt. A good four inches of pointed, bloody steel stood erect between her tits. The steel handle sticking out of her back tilted her a little to the left.
Dominic stood over her and zipped up. He pulled his knife out of her then stripped her naked. Again, her beauty overwhelmed him, all the more so because she was no longer a threat.
“Nice try, honey,” he muttered, to the dead Japanese girl at his feet. “But even a murdering S.O.B. can be loyal to the woman he loves.”
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