Posted by critmk on February 13, 2002 at 10:36:48:
The Scamming Stewardess
a story by critmk
Chapter 20: Temporary Allies
Most professional killers are meticulous. They work according to detailed plans and timetables. Not Dominic. His hits, even the elaborate ones, were more like structured improvisations. He had an outline, but what he loved responding to the moment.
Bettina was giving him a moment, but he had to be quick. He had to hustle her back to the bar before Leona was to meet him there, and that scheduled meeting was just minutes away.
“The girls in the bar might have seen Leona shot and fall into the pool,” he said to Bettina. “Hurry back there and calm them down. I don’t want them running to the cars or scattering about the grounds. Tell them you killed Leona because she intended to doublecross me and cut us all out of the deal. Tell them anything, but keep them there for a few more minutes.”
“But I don’t have a gun!”
“I’ll bring you one. Now go.”
Bettina trotted off, her thick brown hair swinging behind her, her businesswoman’s black pumps clicking on the sidewalk. As soon as she turned the corner, Dominic dashed to Leona’s firing position on the balcony. She was halfway down the steps when he got there. Leona was exhilarated.
“Oh, Dominic, I got her – Linda’s dead! I shot in her the back and she fell into the pool!”
“I know, I saw it. Good shooting. We can talk it over in detail while we make love tonight. Now we can have some more fun, but we have to act fast. Things have changed. Bettina saw Linda die, and she thinks it was you. She also thinks that she’s my new partner. She’s going to kill the last six stews for us. Would you like watch?”
Leona stared at him in astonishment and then began to laugh.
“You bad, bad man! How on earth did you con her into that?”
“Charm, baby, Nothing but charm.”
The women back at the bar need some calming.
“My god! Did you see that?” Rina had looked up from her drink just in time to see a brunet take a shot in the ass and three in the back.
“See what?” Annie, at 19 the youngest of the group, was seated next to Rina at the bar. The teen brunet was in her hottest schoolgirl outfit -- white stayups and panties, plaid mini, white crop-top that showed off her flat, nicely tanned belly. She’d had way too much to drink.
“A woman was shot out there and fell into the pool!” Rina, a 26-year old in a low-cut, dark-gold minidress, was agitated. “I think it might have been Leona! What the hell is going on?”
Branee, a young black girl with a spectacular ass; Adrienne, a classy French woman of 30; the delicate, blonde Mimi, 22; and the voluptuous Flora, 32, gathered at the picture window near Rina.
“You sure about what you saw?” Branee was skeptical. “It wasn’t just someone diving in?”
“Diving into a pool in a Lissair uniform? I don’t think so,” Rina said.
“Maybe we should go out there and take a look,” Flora offered.
“And be shot, too? Maybe we should leave, while we still can.”
“Rina’s right,” Mimi said. “I mean – where is everybody? I’m scared -- something’s wrong here. We should just get in a van and go.”
They didn’t notice Bettina, who had entered and heard most of their conversation.
“You weren’t seeing things, Rina,” Bettina said.
Her sharp, assured voice made the others turn with a start.
“I killed Leona. It seems her boyfriend wasn’t so committed to her after all. I’m his new partner, and I’m going to make you all rich. So relax.”
They didn’t know what to say. Finally, Annie, the drunken “schoolgirl,” raised her tumbler of Johnny Walker and piped up with a loud toast: “Here’s to Leona, one dead bitch! And here’s to the rest of us -- rich bitches all!”
Dominic strode into the room as Annie downed her drink and threw her glass over her shoulder. She laughed wildly when it shattered against the wall.
“I’ll drink to that – to dead bitches, all,” he said, heartily, and tossed a 9mm to Bettina. She shot Annie first, in the center of her exposed belly. She jumped violently in her chair. Blood spattered on her white ribbed top. She stared in disbelief at the large, ugly wound. She couldn’t bring herself to touch it, but she brought her hands around it.
Mimi started to run, her braless tits bouncing beneath the loose, flimsy gray fabric of her halter minidress. Bettina nailed her in the outside of her right breast, and the bullet ripped through it and the left breast before lodging in the wall behind her.
Flora got it in her left nipple and fell to the floor. Blood oozed from beneath the palm of her right hand as it pressed the wound. Her tiny white dress quickly stained red on her left side. She brought her legs up and her knees together and writhed and moaned in agony.
Branee, too, tried to run. Bettina shot her in the center of the back. The ponytailed black girl clutched at the exit wound in her solar plexus. She teetered on the high spikes of her black ankle-strap platforms and leaned against the wall for support. The vent of her black microskirt opened to display a gorgeous curve of taut buttock.
Adrienne took one in the belly and slid down the wall. The slit dress fell open to reveal her long, meaty legs, which ended in the most elegant open-toed ankle-strap heels. Blood streamed from her gut over the black lace panties and collected between her legs. A thin stream of red trickled from the left corner of her mouth.
Rina went down when Bettina shot her high on the left breast, in the mass of 34-D flesh left bare by the spaghetti straps and very low neckline. The woman raised herself on her arms and tried to crawl away. Her dark curly hair trembled as Bettina approached her and took aim for a second, killing shot.
The fear and pleading in the girl’s eyes turned to utter confusion as she looked beyond her would-be killer. That, and the unexpected click of high heels behind her, gave Bettina pause. She turned:
“Leona!”
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