“You don’t seem pleased to see me, dear,” Leona said, to the utterly confused Bettina. “You’re not glad that I’m alive? Really, Betty, I’m hurt. I’ve been like a mother to you these last four years.”Posted by critmk on February 19, 2002 at 20:03:36:
The Scamming Stewardess
a story by critmk
Chapter 21: Bettina’s Surprise
“You don’t seem pleased to see me, dear,” Leona said, to the utterly confused Bettina. “You’re not glad that I’m alive? Really, Betty, I’m hurt. I’ve been like a mother to you these last four years.”
Bettina turned a wild look toward Dominic. He smiled and shrugged.
“And now you’re being so naughty, trying to take my man. Dom, come here; let’s show this little girl how we feel about each other.”
He unzipped as he walked up behind Leona. She held an Uzi in her right hand; she fingered herself under her short skirt with her left. Her high spike heels put her at just the right height for a standing fuck from behind. She moaned as Dominic slid into her wet pussy.
Bettina’s confusion was clearing and turning into rage. She raised the 9mm, leveled it at Leona’s chest and pulled the trigger. Click. Click click click click.
“Six girls to kill, six bullets, I didn’t think you’d need any more,” Dominic said, a little breathlessly, as he continued to pump Leona. Moans from the five wounded, writhing girls in the room – only the black girl, Branee, had died – was background music to their conversation.
Anger and frustration poured out of Bettina in the form of a long, bellowing scream. She threw down the useless automatic and looked in a frenzy for a weapon, any weapon. She was consumed with the desire to kill Leona, to kill her as her boyfriend fucked her, and that mad desire defeated her formidable intelligence.
Bettina grabbed an icepick off the bar and charged at the copulating couple. As she attacked, a bloodcurdling scream rose from a beautiful face made grotesque by anger.
She was15 feet from them when the Uzi spat a slug into the rib at the base of her left breast. The shot reversed her momentum. Bettina staggered back two steps.
Leona moaned with passion, like a soloist against the orchestral moans of the other women, at the sight of blood on her victim’s elegant, light gray suit jacket. The sound of Leona’s pleasure infuriated Bettina all the more and helped her focus on renewing the attack. She surged forward and raised the icepick, only to be knocked back by another bullet. This one blew her right nipple off.
Bettina looked at the burned, bloody hole in her jacket and gathered herself for one last, murderous effort. “You Biiitch! ARRGGGHHHH!”
Leona, in mid-orgasm, was not the most accurate markswoman. But an Uzi, on full auto, is not about precision. Bullets flew everywhere, breaking glass, splintering furniture. Two of them found Mimi’s naked back and reduced the wounded-but-alive count to four.
And nine of them found Bettina’s chest. Flesh and fabric shredded and blood sprayed in a wide arc as the impact spun the young woman back 10 feet in a chain of pirouettes. The momentum rolled her over three times after she hit the floor, Her gorgeous silk-clad legs, ending in feet shod in sexy, minimal, two-strap sandals with 4-inch heels, twined and pressed like two mating serpents as she rolled.
Leona contracted sharply and dropped the Uzi as Bettina died and Dominic shot a heavy spray of semen deep within her. He took her weight in his arms and stood there for a full minute as his dick retracted within her. Finally, she straightened herself and he pulled out of her. She stopped him from zipping up, went to her knees took his flaccid penis into her mouth, greedily sucking up the male and female fluids on it. She stood, dressed him gently and kissed him on the mouth. She looked him in the eyes and said, simply: “I love you.”
He held her close and said the same to her.
It was time to finish off the wounded in the bar and then walk the grounds to make sure that no one was left alive.
[Author’s note: Pix for the next victims are the same as those in the Chapter 20 file at Cash’s.]
Dominic gave the long-legged Mimi a kick to roll her on her back. Her flimsy gray halter dress rode up over her gray satin g-string. She was dead.
He pried the icepick from Bettina’s dead hand and approached Flora. Bettina had shot her in the left nipple and she was still clutching the wound. Dominic knelt on the floor and straddled the woman’s head. He stabbed her in her lush tits again and again, until she shuddered and died.
Adrienne was leaning against the wall, with her legs extended and her head sagging forward. Leona lifted her chin and placed the 9mm against the center of her forehead. Adrienne jumped violently when the bullet blew through her skull, then slowly slumped to the right to the floor, exposing the lovely curve of her left buttock.
Branee, the black girl, was dead. Leona pumped bullets into both firm, round buttocks, just for the fun of it.
Annie, the belly-shot “schoolgirl,” regained a measure of consciousness and opened her eyes just in time to see Leona level the 9mm at her heart.
When she saw the girl’s pleading eyes, Leona laughed cruelly and lowered her aim. An ugly red-black hole opened in the girl’s white lace panties. She cried out in agony and arched her back, prompting a fresh surge of blood from the bullet hole Bettina had made 25 minutes earlier, in the center of her bare belly. She went into spasm; her head jerked right, then left, then right again. Every muscle, including her heart, froze then relaxed, slowly and decisively.
Dominic followed the trail of blood that the tit-shot Rina had left as she crawled across the floor. The dark-haired brunet had almost made it to the hallway before collapsing, exhausted and panting. Her chest was still heaving when Dominic yanked her to her knees by the hair and stabbed her four times in the throat. He felt her go dead limp as he rubbed her face against his crotch.
Leona caught him at this. He blushed; she laughed and unzipped him. She sucked his hard dick for a moment, then got Rina up on her knees. She opened the dead girl’s mouth and guided Dominic’s dick into it. She grabbed two handsful of Rina’s thick dark mane and manipulated her head to fellate her lover. When she sensed that he was about to come, she pulled back. She wanted to see him spurt into the dead girl’s face, and he obliged. When he finished, she smiled the nastiest smile he had ever seen and casually dropped Rina. Her head bounced on the white marble floor.
The killer lovers split up to walk the grounds of the resort, kicking at bodies, occasionally putting a bullet into one, leaving no doubt.
[Author’s notes: pix for the girls in the following scene can be seen in Chapter 20]
The last stop on Leona’s round was the second room in which Linda was to have killed the last three would-be swimmers. There was Jesse, a beautiful black girl in a gold bikini spattered with blood from shots to the left nipple, sternum and lower belly, Next to her lay a very young bleached blonde, whom Leona did not know by name, with bullets in her navel and forehead.
They were sprawled back over the body of a woman in a red lycra one-piece and red mules. She was prone in a large pool of blood. Leona couldn’t see the woman’s head and shoulders, as they were inside the doorway to the bathroom, but she recognized the swimsuit and shoes. It’s Jane, she thought. She put a bullet through the woman’s calf, just to make sure. Her leg rocked with the impact, but there was no cry or flinch.
Dominic was waiting for her, gazing into the pool. Three dead women had collected in a bloody cloud at the bottom of the deep end. Two of them were Thai. One was an Anglo brunet in a Lissair uniform.
“Find anyone alive?”
“No, Dom, I didn’t. Linda did a good job.”
“She was fun to have around for a while.”
“Do you miss her? Tell me the truth.”
“I’m glad she’s dead. You’re enough for any man, and these threesomes can’t work out in the long run, can they?”
“No – I was already starting to hate her. I believe she would have killed me when she got the chance. It was a great pleasure to sight on her and shoot her in the back, although it would have been nice to make it more personal. I would have enjoyed stabbing her in those tits she’s so proud of. Or was so proud of.”
“It is personal, Leona, when you think about it. The Thai cops will pull her body out of there, see the brown hair, the uniform, the name tag with ‘Leona’ on it, and you’ll be declared dead. Home free, thanks to dear, dead Linda.”
They drove off in one of the vans that had delivered the stews to their doom. They met with the middleman at midnight in Bangkok. All went smoothly, for once. Dominic turned over the encryption discs, and the buyer electronically transferred $3 billion into the dozens of accounts he had set up world wide to receive it.
They did not return to their hotel – they left everything. Instead, they took a commuter train to the airport. Dominic led Leona to a twin-engined Beechcraft and took the controls.
“I didn’t know you could fly.”
“I can also play the cello and speak Portuguese.”
They taxied by two sleek jets with the Lissair high-heel logo on the stabilizers. All the doors and hatches of the jets were open. Worklights were on around them, and a dozen cops and technicians were bustling about. Leona felt a pang of regret for her dead colleagues and her old life.
The Lissair planes turned to blur as the Beechcraft sped down the runway and lifted off. As Dominic climbed and circled, she watched those planes on the ground become ever smaller and more distant. Finally, they disappeared from view.