When he caught up with her, with Leona a few yards behind, Linda grinned at Dominic. “Will this do?”Posted by critmk on January 23, 2002 at 07:23:17:
The Scamming Stewardess
A story by critmk
Chapter 14: A Not-So-Innocent Bystander
Dominic awoke at 7:30 a.m. He showered and dressed quickly.
He nudged Linda awake. She smiled and stretched luxuriously after a night intertwined with Gia and Sativa, two of Lissa’s dead bodyguards. On her way to the bathroom, Linda almost tripped over the strangled Barbanne.
He kissed Leona’s face until her eyes fluttered open. She said: “I guess this is our big day.”
“It’s a difficult day,” he said. “There’s a lot of killing to do before the big payoff. The Thai women who run the resort, the stewardesses from your plane… and the stews from Lissa’s plane and entourage are bound to be there looking for a piece of the action.”
Leona sat up.
“My god, that’s right! There could be as many as… 20! And any of them from Lissa’s plane are sure to carry guns.”
“That’s manageable, but barely.” Dominic lowered his voice; he could hear Linda showering through the closed bathroom door. “I think we can trust Linda up to a point; she believes she’s a partner, now. As she showed last night, she has a natural taste for killing. We’ll let her work for us until we get the numbers down, then kill her.”
“Who do we get to kill today?” Linda said, brightly, as she emerged naked from her shower.
“Two planeloads of stewardesses, for starters,” Leona said. “But to get that done, we have to play some deceptive dress-ups. Put this on.”
Leona handed Linda a sleek stewardess uniform identical to the one she herself was wearing: High black spike pumps, sheer nude pantyhose, a slim ivory suit with a short skirt and a tight three-button jacket, worn with nothing but a push-up bra underneath. A pink Lissair name tag, with “Leona Fort” in flowing script, was pinned above the women’s left breasts to complete their ensembles.
With the uniforms on and the make-up and hair just so, they looked remarkably alike. They modeled for Dominic, striking poses as they walked over the dead bodies littering the room.
“Well – what do you think?” Leona asked.
“I think I should fly more,” Dominic said, gathering both women into his arms. “But this morning, we need ground travel. The car I stole last night has surely been reported by now.”
At 8:45 a.m., Dominic kick-rolled Lissa’s body from the door and ushered Leona and Linda into the hallway. He hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the knob; the cleaning staff wouldn’t be in until at least the 2 p.m. checkout time. He left a $200 tip in an envelope for the maids, who would have a tough job after all the mayhem that had taken place in that room. He always felt bad about these messes.
They grabbed a bite from the breakfast buffet, bought some bottled water from the hotel shop and emerged into the bright sunlight baking the parking lot. Linda alarmed Dominic by taking off at a trot. She dismayed him all the more when he realized that she was trying not to escape, but to help.
She was stealing a car. Linda had a knife -- the same dagger she’d used on Gia the night before -- at the throat of a pretty Thai girl in a sleek black Mercedes sedan. Linda was trying to stifle the girl’s screams with her free hand.
When he caught up with her, with Leona a few yards behind, Linda grinned at Dominic. “Will this do?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he knocked the Thai girl cold with a right cross to the chin. He took a quick look around to check for witnesses, then pushed the unconscious girl to the center of the bench seat as he got behind the wheel. Leona swung her elegant legs in on the passenger’s side. Linda climbed in back, and he pulled the car out of the lot.
He spoke calmly and coldly.
“Linda, this isn’t a lark. This is deadly business. I could have easily stolen any unoccupied car on that lot. The girl could have gotten out a scream. There could have been witnesses. Maybe she was there to pick someone up and the police have already been called. I don’t mind killing innocent bystanders when necessary, but it’s bad for business to do it without reason. Cops don’t like it. It attracts attention and prolongs investigations.”
The girl moaned and rolled her head.
Linda was chastened. “I’m sorry. I just saw her and the car and I thought you’d like them.”
“It’s OK, Linda,” Leona said, solicitously. “We all make mistakes. Come on Dominic, don’t be annoyed, not at the start of such a long day. This is a nice car, and look how cute the girl is. Let’s make the best of it and have some fun with her.
“Saay – if you’re so upset, why is your hand on her thigh?”
Dominic blushed and couldn’t help laughing at being caught.
“OK, OK,” he said. “But let’s not do anything rash. Find out who she is.”
Leona sprinkled a few drops of water into the girl’s face. She slowly came around, muttering chan sear-jai, chan sear-jai over and over.
“She’s saying she’s sorry,” Leona said, puzzled. After she exchanged a few sentences in Thai with the girl, Leona burst out laughing.
“She was stealing the car, too! She drugged a john in the hotel last night and took his car keys. She’s begging us to forgive her for taking our Mercedes – she didn’t know he’d borrowed it.”
Dominic smiled, and Linda leaned forward and put her lips close to his ear. “Now can I kill her? Please?”
“Sure. But take off your jacket first and put it on the rear-window deck. I don’t want you to get blood on it. Wait until I give the signal, when we’re away from traffic and out in the countryside. Here’s how I want you to do it…”
The girl was in her early 20s. Her perfect skin made a beautiful dark contrast with her little white dress, with its string straps and black-trimmed ruffles at the neck and the asymmetrical hem. Her breasts were large and round; her nipples poked at the smooth white cotton. A thin gold chain with eight black pearls surrounded her long, slender neck. Luxuriant dark brown hair piled atop her head; a few thick, unruly locks curled to her shoulders and beyond. Close-set eyes and a prominent nose were set well into her heart-shaped face. Her crooked mouth naturally formed an enigmatic Mona Lisa smile.
She was terrified; these Westerners seemed like violent types, and she was still a little woozy from being slugged. But Leona’s laughter was encouraging – maybe these people thought it was cute that a 24-year-old Thai girl would be so bold as to steal an executive’s $100,000 Mercedes. She was used to getting away with things just because she was cute.
She tentatively joined the odd, giddy spirit that seemed to have taken over the three strangers in the car. She giggled a little – she could giggle on cue – and pulled Dominic’s hand a little farther up her thigh.
He gave an offhand command – “OK, now” – and Linda gripped a mass of dark brown hair in her left hand and yanked the girl’s head back. She swung the knife down in an overhand arc and drove it to the hilt into the center of the bit of left breast showing above the dress.
The white fabric over her left tit slowly reddened as blood trickled from the wound. The girl bucked hard and let out an angry, high-pitched sound with each rapid, labored exhalation. She kicked her white, strappy high heels against the padded dash.
“Alright, Linda, pull her back there before she makes me wreck the car and we all die,” Dominic said, amid the fluttering desperation of the girl’s left arm and hand.
With the double leverage of one hand gripping hair and the other the handle of the embedded knife and a little boost from Dominic, Linda had no trouble swinging the dying girl from the front seat to the back.
She pressed her victim against the door. The right spaghetti strap had fallen, exposing fifty cents’ worth of the penny-colored, silver-dollar-sized areola of her right breast. Her chest heaved with her fast, heavy breathing. Her dress had hiked up, revealing a full, luxuriant bush.
“Oh, Dominic, this is beautiful -- turn around and look when you can,” Leona said. She was kneeling on the front seat, watching the action in back. Her right hand was up her skirt, giving her some action of her own.
“Sorry, dear, my insurance company forbids that. But you could describe it to me -- in detail, if you would be so kind.”
Leona spoke in halting, irregular rhythms as she brought herself to orgasm: “Linda has her by the throat with her left hand, choking her a little but mostly just pressing her back into the seat and door. You feel that bumping against the back of your seat? That’s the girl’s left knee and left arm; she’s writhing and struggling, kicking and flailing and rolling her hips.”
The girl cried out.
“Linda just pulled the knife out of her. Blood rushed out! The whole left side of her dress is turning red. Ooooh, I wish you could see this.”
In fact, he could see most of it, in the visor mirror. But he let Leona go on. He enjoyed the play-by-play.
“Oh, Dom, Linda’s going to finish her now. She’s in the backswing – Oh! Oooh! She stabbed her right between the tits, through her dress! Ohh… ohh… She’s in spasm now. You should see those tits bounce while she jerks around. Her eyes are wide open. Linda’s leaning back, now, masturbating to the death throes. She’s coming, Dominic, and… and I am, too.”
A split second after Leona had her orgasm, she unzipped her lover, dived upon him and took his dick into her mouth. She sucked and hungrily swallowed every drop of cum.
It wasn’t easy to keep the car on the two-lane road, but he managed. They were 40 miles from the secluded, exclusive Plantation Resort, which would soon become notorious as the site of the massacre of the sexiest squad of stewardesses ever to fly.
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