Posted by critmk on January 24, 2002 at 06:35:44:
The Scamming Stewardess
A story by critmk
Part 15: Thai-Died
The Mercedes left the main road and glided over smooth blacktop shaded by the jungle canopy. Four miles into the rainforest, the road ended in a circle driveway in front of a sprawling villa. A matched pair of vintage Jaguars, one black and one red, were parked there, along with one of Toyota’s sportier models.
Dominic opened the trunk of the Mercedes and removed his heavy, weapons-laden briefcase. He found a blanket in the trunk and threw it over the corpse of the Thai girl at Linda’s feet on the floor of the car.
Linda and Leona, identically dressed in smart Lissair stewardess uniforms, got out of the car and stretched. It was not as hot as they expected it to be. Birdcalls and chirrups of insects broke the jungle silence.
Dominic, struck by the cathedral-like forest canopy, stopped a moment and listened. Beyond the jungle sounds, he perceived the odd splash of water and the click of heels on pavement. He glimpsed a girl in a bikini, pumps and a broad sun hat, all blue, as she flashed across the archway to the inner courtyard. She disappeared, then backed into the open, blew a kiss at Dominic, giggled and walked on.
“Was that one of the sisters who run this place?” he asked Leona.
“No. They’ll be in the office, down those steps to the left. The girls were all supposed to be out of here.”
“Another complication,” Dominic said. “We’ll have to take care of them.
“Linda, stay by the car. Kill anyone who tries to leave, and hide the bodies if you have time.” He removed a silenced 9mm from the briefcase and looked hard at Linda. “Do you know how to shoot?”
She looked offended for a moment, then drawled her answer: “Can I shoot?! Honey, I’m from Texas.”
“Are you sure you want Linda to have a gun? What if she turns on us?” Leona asked, as they walked down the colonnade to the office.
“I’ll just kill her that much sooner if she does. But she won’t. She’s so full of bloodlust right now she’ll believe anything. And I want her to have enough firepower to kill some of the stews before I do her.”
Leona stopped Dominic just before they entered the office: “Did I mention that these girls are twins? Linda and I are so happy for you – we know how you love twins.”
Kunyarat rose from her desk to greet her clients. She was nude but for an abbreviated tube top and miniskirt set over black and white platform mules. She was trim and delicate, with short, thick, slightly disheveled reddish-brown hair. Her skin was perfect and light; she looked soft and touchable. Her face, with its beautifully proportioned features, was delicacy itself.
The look contrasted sharply with her businesslike manner. She exchanged greetings and introduced herself formally to Dominic, then got right to it: “Minimun rental of buildings and grounds, noon to 6 p.m., unstaffed, with lunch for 20 prepared in advance, $6,000. Payable now, cash preferred.”
She stepped close to Leona and pointed out each item on the written contract. Then she looked up at Dominic.
“You’re sure you don’t need the services of some of our girls? We had a very late party, and several of them slept in and stayed around this morning. Some are still sleeping, I think, and a couple were lounging around the pool and garden. It’s just 10:45, now; if you don’t need them, I’ll see to it that they leave before your people show up. I can call a limo to take them back to Bangkok.”
“How many girls are still here?” Dominic asked, as he opened his briefcase.
She counted on her fingers and rattled off names: Kunya, Areya, Pavadee, Farung, Dawan, Ruksuda, Patinya, Kamala, Archariya.
“Does that include your sister?”
“No, my sister and I no longer accept, ah, personal services clients. We’re businesswomen now.”
“Speak for yourself,” Anchalee, Kunyarat’s identical twin, said as she entered. “My sister feels that she was exploited in our younger days. Somehow, that doesn’t stop her from ‘exploiting’ the young ladies we employ here. She might not be available, but I am. Maybe you could exploit me, later, if you like.”
Anchalee wore snakeskin-pattern high, chunky heels, the sheerest pantyhose and a short, red mesh dress over a tight black camisole. She had a sassier, more worldly-wise look than her twin sister.
“That’s a lovely offer, but I’m afraid I’m taken,” Dominic said, nodding toward Leona. “Also, we have business to attend to and we’re a little pressed for time. Leona, would you care to show Kunyarat the payoff?”
“I have it right here in my purse.”
A good deal of cash was, in fact, in Leona’s purse, and Kunyarat’s eyes lit up at the sight of it. But Leona wasn’t reaching for the cash.
The Thai girl’s jaw slackened when the gleaming seven-inch switchblade snapped open in front of her face. Before she could react, Leona had driven it three times into her soft, flawless belly.
Kunyarat barely reacted. She simply watched, dumfounded, as blood flowed in discrete streams from the tight triangle of wounds in the center of her gut. After a few seconds she raised her eyes to meet her killer’s; as she started to speak, a gout of blood surged over the center of her lower lip. Leona finished her with a deep, quick slash on the left side of her throat. The girl pivoted to her right as she fell to her knees.
She found herself gazing into a full-length mirror. Kunyarat died as she fell face-forward into her reflection. The blood from her mouth lubricated and hastened her slide down the mirror. She ended up on her back and right side, staring up at Leona. Kunyarat’s legs opened as she fell, putting her neatly shaved pussy on full display.
Anchalee came out of shock as Dominic leveled a silenced machine pistol at her. She backed out of the office and onto the patio outside and tried to run up the steps.
That’s when he pulled the trigger and dime-sized volcanoes erupted red in a line up the inside of her right leg. The hits began between the straps of her shoe and proceeded to the shapely calf to the inside of the thigh, to the crotch, belly, sternum and throat, each leaving a quarter-sized exit hole. Each impact jerked and lifted Anchalee and caused her arms to flail, her head to bob, her body to convulse and air to push over her vocal cords an exit her mouth as involuntary yelps and grunts.
Dominic let off the trigger after a few seconds, and the girl pitched forward and tumbled noisily down the wooden steps. She came to rest with her tits and chin pressed to the tile patio and her feet still up the steps. Dominic swiped at the hem of her red dress, to get an unobstructed view of her sweet little dead ass, all the more beautiful for couple of exit wounds.
As the sisters were being murdered, the girl in the blue hat – the one Dominic had seen in the archway – was clicking toward her Toyota.
Linda figured she’d let her pass and shoot her in the back as she got into her car. It would be easier that way; no dragging the body to get it out of sight.
But the girl surprised her by approaching, with a smile and a rapid stream of chatter on her lips.
“Leona? Leona Fort? It’s me, Kamala. Why it’s been ages since I’ve seen you. Hey – did you hear all that yipping? Someone was either getting murdered or the fuck of her life! Let’s see, wasn’t the last time when we worked that blackmail scam on that French diplomat? God, that was fun! What are you doing here? And you look… different. It’s the haircut? Oh! Leona – you got a boob job!”
Linda, flustered by the girl’s approach, didn’t know what else to do but shoot her. She reached into the Mercedes and grabbed the silenced 9mm from the front seat. From no more than four feet away, she shot the girl through the center of the left bra cup of her blue bikini.
Kamala staggered back between two columns. She managed to remain standing by resting her butt on one and her right hand on another. Blood was streaming down her torso from the hole in her tit. Linda shot her again, this time in her right flank, just below the hip. The girl covered the bullet hole with her hand; blood oozed between her fingers.
She started to sink to her knees, but Linda approached her and yanked her to her feet. “I’m not Leona,” she hissed. “And you’re the one getting the boob job!” Linda pressed the barrel into the mound of left breast pushed up by the bikini top and fired. Kamala jerked violently, then went limp and dead as a rag doll. When Linda released her grip, the body dropped straight down into a sitting position against a wrought-iron fence.
Linda was just beginning to enjoy the sexual heat between her legs when she whirled and leveled her gun in the direction of footsteps behind her. She relaxed; it was Leona and Dominic.
“Well, you’ve been busy,” Dominic said, lifting the brim of Kamala’s hat, to get a look at her death stare. “But we all have to keep busy. We have seven more local girls to kill before the stews show up, and that could be just an hour from now.
“Leona, take the garden. I’ll check the rooms. Linda, go to the pool.”
“The pool! Oooh, I just love the whole idea shooting a girl who falls into a pool, the water turning red – just like in ‘Dirty Harry.’”
“Great, Linda,” Leona said. “But now it’s time to take care of business.”