Posted by critmk on January 17, 2002 at 07:24:30:
The Scamming Stewardess
A story by critmk
Part 11: Changing Faces, Changing Places
When Leona got her post-orgasm breathing back to normal, she rose sinuously from the floor and stretched full-length. She slowly pulled her simple pink shift over her head and laid it neatly on the chair. Leona was smiling at Dominic. He was smiling back; they were enjoying the striptease. Linda remained seated on the floor, so stunned that she was almost catatonic.
Leona unhooked and removed her smooth pink bra and French-cut panties. She massaged her breasts for a moment, then stepped forward to the sofa, where Dominic was seated next to Phyllis’ and Joanne’s dead bodies. Leona licked the middle finger of her right hand until it glistened, then spread Joanne’s labia and slid her moistened finger in and out of her victim’s slick pussy.
She then took the silenced .25 from Dominic’s hand and aimed it at the bridge of Linda’s nose. The terrified brunette closed her eyes in anticipation of impact, but Leona did not fire. Instead she gently but insistently worked the silencer between the woman’s lips and into her mouth.
Leona brought her face very near to Linda’s. In a fierce whisper through a wicked grin, she said: “You can eat a hot slug, or you can eat Joanne’s pussy. I think my boyfriend would like to fuck her, and she needs some lubrication.”
The scene was so absurd that Dominic almost burst out laughing. But he didn’t. The mood of erotic menace held, and Linda did what she was told and buried her face in her dead friend’s pussy.
“That’s enough,” Leona commanded, flatly. Linda, totally docile, sat back and looked to Leona for her next command.
“Come into the bathroom, dear,” Leona said to her. “We’ll give the man some fucking privacy why we do our girlie things with clothes and makeup.”
She went down to one knee and gave his rising member and quick tongue-lashing before kicking Linda to her feet and moving into the bathroom. Over her shoulder, upon exit, to Dominic: “Have fun.”
He did want to fuck that still-warm bimbo, who was still sagged to her right atop Phyllis in a two-girl pile on the sofa. He pushed back the coffee table supporting Joanne’s legs until her feet fell to the floor in her black pumps. He took a kneeling position in front of her and slid his hard cock into her easily.
Her tits rolled about her chest like two cantaloupes as he pounded away. That, and the resemblance of Joanne’s vacant death stare to her typical expression in life, struck him as comical. For all his amusement, he was exceedingly turned on. Despite her age, experience and dead state, Joanne’s twat was tight, warm and wet. But he did have to laugh out loud when this thought popped into his head: Never, in all of his crazy life, did he imagine that he would find himself in Bangkok fucking a dead ex-Dallas Cowboys cheerleader.
Leona and Linda stood naked, side by side in front of the bathroom mirror. Leona studied their faces analytically; Linda stared blankly.
Leona removed her makeup and washed thoroughly, then went to work. She thinned her brows slightly to match Linda’s. She used the girl’s pancake base and lipstick, working carefully to make her lips look a little thinner and her mouth a little narrower. Then she went through the opposite process on Linda’s face.
Leona put on Linda’s bodyshaper, lace dress and silver mules. She padded out the difference in breast size with a few strategically placed tissues. She handed her own pink underwear to Linda and commanded her to put it on.
The bra pressed and minimized Linda’s tits. Leona’s pink shift fit Linda well, and so did her pink pumps.
Dominic was dragging Joanne’s bullet-pocked body to the bathroom when Leona opened the door. He had Joanne by the ankles; her dress and legs were wide open. A glob of white cum was visible between her still-spread pussy lips.
Leona smiled and let him pass with the dead woman. He dumped her into the bathtub, then repeated the process with Phyllis’ body. He started the water running over them, then added a packet of the same potent chemicals he’d used on Bitsy’s body in Chicago. The two bodies began to dissolve immediately.
“Better dying through chemistry,” he said, cheerfully, to Linda. It didn’t register; she was beyond horror and a way beyond humor.
Leona prodded Linda to attention and stood up straight herself. “Well?”
Dominic inspected them. “Very convincing, Leona. You could be sisters… anyone who hadn’t seen you two more than once would certainly mistake your identities. This will do.”
Leona packed up Phyllis and Joanne’s clothing and Dominic took their suitcases to the lobby. He had the doorman hail a cab, which he rode around the corner. In a few words of Thai Leona had taught him for this purpose, he told the driver to take the suitcases to a homeless shelter and give away the clothes. He gave him $100 to keep quiet about it. He returned to the hotel by a back entrance and took the steps to the 10th floor.
In the 15 minutes this had taken, Phyllis and Joanne had disintegrated to bones and hair in the tub; by morning even the bones would be gone. Dominic got a pair of tongs from his briefcase and retrieved from the bottom of the tub the slugs that had killed the women.
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Leona, impersonating Linda, called a porter for Linda’s luggage and took the elevator down with him. Linda, done up in Leona’s dress and makeup, rode down with Dominic a few minutes later.
“Those two dumb-blonde friends of mine, I just don’t know,” Leona told the desk clerk. “They took off on some tour to the interior and left me a note. Now I have to scramble to catch up with them. I’m afraid I’ll have to check out. That’s Linda Benfield, from 1019.” The clerk expressed her regret at the need to charge for the night even though it was just 9 p.m., and gave her the deepest discount allowable. Leona thanked her and paid in cash.
Meanwhile, Dominic strolled past the hotel bar, his arm tightly around Linda. He waved and smiled at the bartender, the same one who’d been on duty that afternoon.
“I see you stayed with the first girl,” he said, teasing.
“Yeah,” Dominic answered, jovially. “Three girls, one guy – there’s no future in that.”