Scamming Stewardess Chapter 18

Posted by critmk on February 05, 2002 at 07:25:25:

The Scamming Stewardess
a story by critmk
Chapter 18: Cold Reality

As Linda stepped from the room onto the patio, Kelly’s arm slid off the balcony above and swung limply in plain view. She thought it prudent to dash up the steps and pull the dead girl away from the edge and more out of sight. Linda did not want to be the one to screw up this operation.

She had pulled Kelly’s bullet-riddled body away from the railing when she caught a glimpse of Leona and Dominic in the colonnade below and 80 feet away. She started to wave and smile, but checked herself.

They were kissing and embracing, with a passion that Dominic had not shown to Linda. Jealousy welled up within her, and then fear. Dominic drew a stock, barrel, scope and six-shot magazine from his briefcase and quickly assembled them into a sniper rifle. He hurriedly instructed Leona on its use, then sent her up the spiral staircase to the second floor of the adjoining building.

Leona half-hid behind the ornate railing and practice-sighted on the pool, which was a good 50 yards away.. She blew a kiss to Dominic, who blew one back. Then he pointed to his watch and held up five fingers. Leona nodded and settled into firing position.

Linda blanched. Their plan called for her to be at the pool in five minutes, ostensibly to nail any stews escaping in that direction through the French doors of the bar and lounge.

Shit! How could she have been so stupid? Of course they were going to kill her. She almost lost it and started firing at Leona, but realized the futility of that course. A cold anger replaced the fury and hurt in her heart. It told her to think, and think fast.

She heard the door below her click open and realized that she had to deal with her next three victims before she could do anything else.

A tall, classically beautiful black girl in a gold bikini stepped out of the door just as Linda arrived in front of it. Without a word or hesitation, Linda shot her in the center of her lower belly, in the exposed brown flesh below the navel. The blow forced the wind and an involuntary unnhhh from 22-year-old Jesse. She bent forward as blood streamed over the patch of gold fabric over her crotch. She grabbed the doorframe to stay upright on her gold, spiky mules. Quick shots into her left nipple and sternum punched her back into the room.

She was dead before she landed hard on her back on the floor. Her 36C tits jiggled wildly, her head rolled and her arms flung out as she bounced and settled.

Linda took a second to check out the two survivors. The young, slender bleached blonde in the silver bikini and the 30-something brunette in the red one-piece were frozen, staring at the dead black girl at their feet. Linda shot the blonde in the navel; she dropped to her knees, clutching at the wound.

The older woman lunged for a derringer on the bed, but Linda pinned her on the bed before she could get to it. When the brunet opened her mouth to scream, Linda stifled her by stuffing in the business end of her 9mm.

“Shut up and listen to me. Do you want to live a while longer?”

The terrified woman – the gun was still deep in her mouth – nodded meekly.

“The get up and do exactly what I tell you to do.”

Linda removed the gun from Jane’s mouth. She stood, trembling.

“Take off that swimsuit.”

As Jane peeled off the red lycra suit, the little blond rose to her knees. Blood had made its way from the belly shot well down the inside of her left thigh, and it dripped from the left corner of her mouth.

Linda, who was quickly removing Leona’s Lissair uniform, had almost forgotten about the blonde. A low moan reminded her of the unfinished business. With distracted nonchalance, she killed the girl with a shot to the center of the forehead. The 18-year-old slumped back against the wall with her butt resting awkwardly on her white high heels. Her eyes were wide open. When her head dropped forward, a single drop of blood tracked from her head wound straight down her nose and plopped between her sweet little tits.

The girl’s death froze Jane once again; Linda waved the gun in front of her face to get her back on task. When both women were naked, Linda drew a razor-sharp switchblade from her purse; Jane shrank with fear.

“Relax, honey, I’m just going to give you a trim.” Linda quickly and crudely cut Jane’s hair to approximately her own short length. She brushed the hair from the woman’s shoulder and stepped back to look.

“That will have to do. Now put on my – well, Leona’s – uniform…”