Scamming Stewardess Chapter 12

Posted by critmk on January 17, 2002 at 07:28:38:

The Scamming Stewardess
A story by critmk
Part 12: Thank You for Flying Lissair

Dominic, Leona and the kidnapped Linda dined on street food in the ever-bustling Banglamphu market square near his old hotel, the Viengtai. Speaking discreetly and in a verbal shorthand that would reveal nothing to Linda or any English speakers happening by, they finalized their plans.

They were to meet with – and kill – the rest of Leona’s stewardess crew at noon the next day, at a former plantation house 60 miles outside the city. It was now a sort of resort/brothel, with a golf course, lovely pool, walled garden and excellent food service. A lot of pricey business entertaining went on there, sometimes with as many as 30 girls working at once. Leona knew the Thai twin sisters who ran the place, and routinely sent horny passengers their way – for a little piece of the action, of course. She had also used the resort in a few confidence and blackmail scams.

Leona had rented the entire place for the day and told the owners to give the staff the day off. They agreed, but insisted on being present themselves. Which meant that they would have to be killed, in addition to the stews.

With all the meddlers dead, she and Dominic would at last be free to meet with their buyer’s agents and collect its $3 billion price. Leona, through her Thai middlemen, had set up that meeting for midnight at a bar near the airport. They’d make a quick getaway into what, for her, would be a new life.

As far as the world would know, Leona would be dead. Linda, who was chosen for her resemblance to Leona, would be found dead, wearing Leona’s uniform and carrying her I.D., along with the other stews. Thai authorities were certain to assume that Linda was Leona and close the book on her. Since Leona had no relatives in the U.S. to claim a body, Linda would be buried in Thailand and the mass murder of the women would forever remain a mystery.

At 10:30 p.m., Leona climbed into a taxi for the long ride out to the ultramodern Amari Airport Hotel, where all of the Lissair stews were housed. Dominic leaned down to the window and kissed her. She whispered into his ear: “Have fun with Linda tonight. Give her one last great fuck before she dies.”

Dominic watched the taxi drive away and wondered at his luck in finding such a woman. He walked the dazed and obedient Linda the few blocks to his room at the Viengtai.

He gently stripped Leona’s pink dress, bra and panties from Linda, then removed his own clothes. He led her to the shower and washed her luxuriously. As he massaged the lather across her back, she began to relax under his hands.

He patiently toweled her dry, ushered her to the bed, and rubbed her down with lotion from head to toe. She was beginning to surrender to the pleasure of the way he rolled her hard nipples between his fingers. She directed his right hand to her labia, which swelled and moistened at his deft rhythmic touch. He drew rings round her nipples with his tongue and bit them gently. He increased the speed and pressure of his middle finger as it slid between her thighs, then pressed upon the length of her slit.

She gasped when he found her clit and panted and bucked in rhythm as he worked it hard and fast with his hand. All the pent-up tensions of her terrible, surrealistic day were welling up for release in her building orgasm. Linda moaned as Dominic kissed his way from her breasts to her navel. He tongue-stroked her labia then took them into his mouth and sucked and kissed them, and felt them swell even more. Her juices were flowing now; when he tongued her clit, she tensed and quivered as if charged with electric current.

Dominic tortured her by pulling back and delaying her orgasm and restraining her from masturbating. He turned her over and pulled her up to her knees. She moaned loudly when he entered her forcefully from behind and went quite mad he reached round and stroked her clit in time with the thrusting of his penis.

Her body clenched and trembled and released everything in an orgasm that peaked as his cum streamed into her body. After a series of jolting, staccato exhalations, she caught her breath and settled into a sublime and complete rest. Within five minutes, she tumbled into the white cloud of a deep dreamless sleep.

Dominic gently shackled her ankle to the bed frame and moved the phone well out of her reach. He settled into the couch on the far wall and drifted into the semi-alert state of half-rest that had served as sleep for him since he’d gotten into the murder business 30 years before.

When his digital phone sounded at 4:43 a.m., he had it in his hand before the second beep.

“Dominic, something’s come up. Barbanne’s here, she’s brought Lissa, and…” It was Leona’s voice, cut off before she could finish her sentence.

“Here’s what’s come up.” The woman’s voice was confident and harsh. “Get over here and deal with me or I’ll blow your deal to hell. I’ve flown all night to get here and I’m in a bad mood. I just might cut Leona’s tits off if you keep me waiting. The stews might be amateurs, but I’m not.”

“And who might you be?” Dominic was calm. He was already pulling on his clothes.

“This is Lissa – as in Lissair. Nobody uses my airplanes and my people for a big-time grift without cutting me in.”

“Well, Lissa, you sound like a reasonable person. Let’s do talk, but note the hour – couldn’t this wait until tomorrow afternoon?”

“No. It has to be now. Barbanne tipped me that you have something going on. I know about that meeting with the stewardesses at noon. Barbanne’s a woman who knows how to play a winning hand. I’ll take good care of her.

“Now here’s the way it’s going to play, Dominic. We’re meeting now. You fill me in on the whole deal; I get half. When we meet the stews later, we’ll offer them a done deal. No negotiation. Anything they get to shut them up comes out of your half.”

“What makes you think there’s that much money in this? Do you even know what the deal’s about?”

“I know Leona – we go way back. She’s always played by the rules and given me a cut on her scams and brought me in early. She wouldn’t cheat me unless the stakes are very high -- or unless a man’s involved. Are you involved, Dominic? You have a relationship here, do you?”

He didn’t answer. Lissa laughed, cruelly, into the silence.

“I hope so; it gives me more leverage. Get here within an hour, or I start cutting body parts off your girlfriend.”

The phone went dead.

Dominic and Linda sped toward the airport in the nondescript Toyota he’d hotwired. She drove; he fiddled with something in the heavy, hardshell briefcase. He told her to park at the far edge of the Amari Hotel lot.

He walked fast. Linda just managed to stay with him.

Dominic picked the lock on a gray steel door near the loading dock at the rear of the white concrete building. It opened to a set of dimly lit steel service stairs. At the seventh floor, where all the Lissair stewardesses were staying, Dominic pushed open another door. Beyond it was a storage room crowded with folding beds and housekeeping carts. From there, they made their way to the main corridor and Leona’s room, 741.

As they approached the door, Linda grasped Dominic’s sleeve. He stopped, and their eyes met.

“This is all so strange, I don’t even know who I am anymore,” Linda said. “No matter what happens, thank you for last night. I thought you’d be rough. I thought you’d hurt me. You were… sweet.”

Dominic considered the woman for a moment. “Would you like to live longer?” She nodded.

“This is a dangerous situation. Play along when we go into that room. Leona will be in there, and women named Lissa and Barbanne, and probably some bodyguards. As of now, you’re our third partner in the theft and sale of discs containing an immensely valuable computer encryption code. Just be alert and say as little as possible. And when this briefcase is opened, attack Lissa or the member of her party closest to you.”

“Attack? You mean… kill?”

“If you can, yes. But the main thing is to cause distraction and delay.”

Dominic saw a startling change come over Linda. The fear was gone. She was beginning to identify with her captor. He’d seen it before, and used it to his advantage before.

“Would you like to kill someone, Linda?” He pulled her close and kissed her. He fondled her breast. Her breath quickened. “Would you kill someone for me?”
The door opened until the chain lock stopped it. A beautiful, dark-eyed young woman, Gia, peered out. She held the noise suppressor of a small, black .25 near her exotic face. “There are two of them,” she said, over her shoulder to someone behind her in the suite. “A woman’s with him.”

“She’s Leona’s sister, Linda,” Dominic said, quickly. “She’s our third partner.”

After a pause, he heard a peal of laughter ring out from Lissa. “A sister! This just gets better and better! Let them in, Gia, but keep them covered. You, too, Sativa. Carne, keep your eye on Leona.”

“That’ll be easy,” Carne cooed, sliding the barrel of her silenced Luger up Leona’s thigh.

Leona twisted away from Carne in disgust. She was stark naked, seated on the sofa. A red silk stocking bound her hands behind her back. Dominic noted that the tie was loose, with a foot of slack between Leona’s wrists. A mistake, Dominic thought. These bitches talk tough, but they’re amateurs. Arrogance would make them mistake-prone and vulnerable.

He scanned the L-shaped studio suite. The danger and tension only intensified the pleasure he took in the spectacular women around him: Leona, naked and bound and angry. Carne, a hot Latina in an amazing black dress with a cut-out midriff. Sativa, a sultry blonde in a black halter and shorts set. Gia, petite, fit, done up in a hot little plaid skirt and tight white top, looking like an Italian Catholic schoolgirl gone bad.

Barbanne was five-six, slender, well tanned. She was barefoot and wearing the same snug gray cotton shorts and crop top she’d been wearing when Lissa rousted her from sleep two doors down the hall 90 minutes before. Dominic liked her flat belly and nicely shaped legs and the way the hard nipples of her small breasts pressed pointedly through her thin top. Barbanne was cute, with thin lips, a pert nose, alert brown eyes. She looked like mischief personified. Dominic felt a little sorry for her; she had no idea how far in over her spray of frizzy, light brown hair she was. Leona was angry; that meant a difficult death for Barbanne.

And then there was Lissa. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and like many such women, accustomed to getting her way and intimidating both men and women. She wore a blue leather halter-top and matching miniskirt; she had kicked off her matching blue heels. Dominic took in her large, round tits and deep cleavage, her tiny, exposed waist, her slender, naked legs and her pretty, deeply-arched feet. She could have been a ballet dancer.

Lissa was strutting around the room, soaking in the admiration of her female thugs and of Barbanne, deliberately attempting to infuriate Leona by coming on to Dominic. She circled him, trailing her hand across his chest and back. She grabbed his crotch, looked Leona directly in the eyes and said, “Mmmm, not bad, Leona. He’s a good fuck, no? And how about you, little sister? Does he fuck you, too?”

Linda, unsure what to say, stammered. Dominic answered for her, with cool amusement: “Let’s just say, Lissa, that I’m a very close friend of the family. Perhaps you could join us in a foursome some time.”

“Welll… How do you like that Leona? That sound good to you? Hmmm?” Lissa was near the couch, now, bending into Leona’s face. Leona glared at her. She tried to lean away as Lissa circled her nipples with a blood-red fingernail. “Look at that!” Lissa exclaimed, in mock girlish glee. “I made Leona’s nipples stand up. Tell you what, old lady, let’s have your boyfriend compare tits, and see which set he likes best. Want to unhook me? Oh – I forgot – your hands are tied, aren’t they. Maybe little sister will do it.”

Dominic nodded to Linda, who fumbled with Lissa’s halter for a moment. When it was unhooked, Lissa threw it off dramatically, revealing glorious round, firm breasts the size of softballs.

“Now aren’t these bigger and better? Not to mention 20 years younger.”

Leona was reddening with anger. Dominic caught her eye; his look said: She’s not winning me over. Be calm. Bide your time. Be ready to strike. Leona took a deep breath.

Lissa pressed her breasts into Dominic’s ribcage. She lifted his right hand from his side and cupped her left breast with it. She looked into his eyes and said, “Wouldn’t I be a better partner?”

He smiled. “I don’t know… I haven’t seen everything yet.”

Lissa threw her head back and laughed. She stepped back and stretched her body luxuriously, then began a little striptease. Her hips swayed as the zipper went down the back of her leather skirt, which dropped to the floor. She wore nothing underneath but a thong tan line and pubic hair shaved to a tiny strip.

The petite young woman came close to Dominic and pulled his face close to hers. “Well – what do you think?”

Dominic smiled. “I think it’s time to show you what’s in my briefcase. It’s time to make a deal.”
He heaved the heavy case onto the desk and moved to open in. Lissa grabbed his hand.

“Not so fast, lover. I’m not stupid; you could have a gun in that case. Let Carne open it.” He stepped across the room, deposited the case on the coffee table in front of Carne, and ceremoniously spun the latch toward her. Lissa grabbed Leona by the hair and forced her up, then shoved her against the console that divided the sitting and bedroom areas of the small suite. Lissa took Leona’s place on the sofa, then waved Gia next to Dominic. “Put your gun to his throat,” Lissa told Gia. “If he tries anything, kill him.”

Linda edged toward the sofa, as close to Lissa as she dared stand. Carne opened the briefcase.

A soft phhtt coincided with the opening of a small red hole in the olive flesh at the apex of the cutout in Carne’s dress. From a coat hanger, a little wire and a derringer, Dominic had rigged a deathtrap in the briefcase.

Carne jerked upward, as if she’d sat on a tack, then settled back down on the sofa and let out a soft, high, surprised Ah! The bullet had entered her solar plexus and grazed the lower end of her sternum on its way to her heart. The small red dot on the outside gave no hint of the massive bleeding within.

Before Carne had even begun to tilt off the sofa to her left, before she had uttered her little death cry, Dominic took advantage of Gia’s reaction.

She had turned to see what had happened to her colleague and moved her silenced Luger away from his throat by just a few inches. That was all the opening he needed to slip his hand around hers. He twisted her wrist to point the silencer just above where her left nipple poked at the thin black fabric of her top. He positioned her quickly but with deadly accuracy; the slug exited just inside her shoulder blade, traveled across the room and hit Sativa above the right breast. Sativa dropped to her knees and tried to return fire, but four more pops from Gia’s .25 further ripped that right tit and killed her before she could squeeze off a round.

As Sativa fell backward and died, Lissa regained her wits and dove for Carne’s gun. She succeeded only in knocking the dying bodyguard off the couch before Linda, per Dominic’s instructions, attacked. Linda punched her hard in the belly again and again, causing the smaller woman to convulse with each blow.

All of this violence passed in a few searing seconds. Barbanne was paralyzed with shock and fear and never noticed Leona crouching down and stepping over the silk stocking that bound her wrists, to get her hands in front of her. Indeed, in the heat of the moment, Barbanne had forgotten Leona entirely. She remembered when she felt the silk jerked taut around her neck.

Leona used the stocking to throw Barbanne face down on the carpet. She planted her foot firmly in Barbanne’s upper back to keep her under control, then loosed the reins a little around her throat; she didn’t want her to die just yet.

Linda, meanwhile, was in a frenzy, punishing Lissa with body blows. She was flushed and panting when Dominic finally pulled her off of her petite punching bag, who doubled over the coffee table in pain.

Linda pulled off her dress – actually Leona’s dress, forced on her that afternoon, which seemed so very long ago – and revealed massively swollen nipples. The beating she’d dished out had made her wild with blood lust.

“Dominic, let me kill her, please let me kill her,” she begged.

Dominic exchanged a smile with Leona. “We have a convert!” he said.
Leona nodded at Gia, who was crawling toward Sativa’s body feebly and aimlessly (nothing lay beyond the corpse but the sliding glass door to the small balcony).

Dominic drew from his briefcase a heavy silver dagger with a 7” blade, sharp on both edges and with a blood groove on one side. A long, smooth ivory handle beckoned an assassin’s grip. She accepted it with a feverish smile and trembling hands. Naked but for Leona’s strappy high-heeled sandals, Linda walked unsteadily toward Gia, who was now just a foot from Sativa.

 

Linda, her chest glistening with a fine mist of sweat and heaving with her swift, deep breaths, knelt next to Gia and turned the wounded girl on her back. The straps of Gia’s top had come down. Only her erect nipples prevented the fabric from slipping down and fully exposing her breasts. The quarter-sized bullet hole at 12 o’clock in the areola of her right tit was plainly visible.

Linda, in a trance, gently stroked her victim’s forehead and hair, then pulled her top down the rest of the way. She smiled insanely and raised the knife, now in both hands, high above her head. Gia had the bad luck to experience the last lucid moment of her life just then, at the apex of Linda’s fatal stroke.

The split second of utter terror that preceded her death seemed like forever to Gia. She perceived the downward arc of the knife in the slowest slow motion and felt terrible pressure on her chest as Linda’s two hands pounded the blade home. She felt her knees rise voluntarily, as the muscles in the middle of her body contracted in response to the violation. She felt the weight of her legs as they fell again, heavily, to the carpet and bounce twice. She felt the death twitches shake her body, and her undamaged right breast quiver in response. She felt her back arch and then relax. Most of all, she felt something foreign and hard within her. She felt it twist and then felt a sudden relief of pressure, and something warm and wet flowing between her breasts and over her chest and collect in the hollow of her throat. And then Gia felt nothing.

Linda sat back on the floor next to the dead girl. She ran her hand along Gia’s tanned, smooth inner thigh, up beneath her short schoolgirl’s skirt. She pushed her panty crotch aside and idly fingered her dead, wet pussy. All the while, she stared at the long, smooth, white handle of the knife, which stood so obscenely erect from Gia’s left breast.

Dominic read Linda’s evil thought. He pulled Lissa up from the table by her long hair and forced her to kneel next to Gia’s dead body.

“Linda wants to knife-fuck your so-called bodyguard,” he said, to Lissa. “But it needs some lubrication.”

“No, no I can’t…” Lissa whimpered. But with a gun to her temple, she found a way to lick the handle of the dagger and to take it into her mouth -- to fellate it.

Leona laughed and groaned. “Dominic, you are such a bad man! You’re going to make me forget myself and strangle Barbanne to death prematurely.” She relaxed her grip on the stocking slightly, and Barbanne, still face down on the floor, loudly gulped in air.

Linda straddled Gia’s body and slowly guided the handle of the knife into her soaking pussy, letting out muffled squeals of pleasure as it entered her. In few moments, Linda was in her own private, orgasmic world, pumping ever more violently up and down on her knife-dildo.

Lissa, dazed with horror, stood and backed away. She wanted to run, but her legs felt leaden. The best she could do was stumble backward, as her wide eyes alternately met those of Dominic and Leona.

The most frightening thing was how casual the two killers were. They were smiling. Smiling! She tried to keep moving as Dominic sidled behind Leona, untied the stocking from her wrists and handed her the big, ugly Luger that he’d removed from Sativa’s dead hand. He unzipped his pants and entered her from the rear; they were both straddling the helpless Barbanne. Leona handed him Barbanne’s “reins” and turned her attention to Lissa.

Lissa saw the hatred in Leona’s eyes, even though those brown eyes were dilated with pleasure.

“Lissa, it’s been a pleasure working for you all these years, but I’m afraid it’s time for me to seek other career opportunities. Consider this my two-weeks’ notice.”

Phhtt!

The slug knocked Lissa hard into the wall as it dug a quarter-sized hole in the outside of her right breast. She stumbled to her right, then regained her balance in front of the door.

“You know, boss, you are younger than I am and your tits are better – although they won’t be after I get through with them. But I hope that it’s not too indelicate to point out that Dominic is fucking me, not you, at the moment. He seems to prefer lanky brunettes of a certain age, too bad for you.”

She shuddered with pleasure as Dominic reached around and stroked her clit, then continued.

“And for the record, the age difference between us is exactly 15 years – not 20. And baby, you won’t be getting any older.”

Phht! Phht! Phht!

Leona stitched a line of holes across Lissa’s chest, leaving two large wounds in each gorgeous tit. She would have bounced off the door and fallen on her face with the impact of the second shot, but the third pushed her back into it and the fourth pinned her there. Then her knees buckled and she slid to a sitting position.

Dominic came inside Leona as Lissa died – and as Linda reached a moaning orgasm at Gia’s expense. Leona kept firing, jerking Lissa’s body with shots to the sole of the right foot, to the inside of the right thigh, to the pussy, the navel, the right nipple and finally center of the forehead. Then she went into an orgasm so thorough, so profound, that it could have been mistaken for a death convulsion.

She slid off Dominic’s now-soft dick, stepped forward and rolled to the floor. Leona lay on her back for several minutes, while Dominic stood over her.

“I’ve been fantasizing about killing Lissa for weeks,” she said, dreamily. “I know it complicated things, but now I’m glad she turned up.”

She looked so relaxed and happy at that moment, and so beautiful. Dominic felt a surge of love for her. The spell was broken when Barbanne stirred beneath him. He gave the stocking a yank and commanded her to be still, and she obeyed. He helped Leona to her feet.

She smiled toward Linda, who was sound asleep, snuggled up next to Gia’s bloody body. Sativa’s thigh served as a pillow for both of them.

“Aw, isn’t that cute? I’d better tuck her in.” Leona got a blanket from a drawer and threw it over Linda. She sat down at the desk chair and thoughtfully surveyed the scene: Carne, Sativa, Gia, Lissa – all dead. Linda, won over and sleeping peacefully.

“Hmmm,” she mused. “Barbanne… what are we going to do about Barbanne?”