Posted by critmk on May 08, 2003 at 07:54:26:
Sisters
a novel by critmk
Chapter 4: Wrong Time, Wrong Place
The old office building was a Downtown Art Deco classic from the 1920s, but it had somehow escaped renovation. The original windows actually opened, and black-steel fire escapes were still bolted to its alley side.
It was a small matter to hop on a dumpster, pull the counterweighted last flight of the fire escape to the ground and climb to the fifth floor. I diamond-cut a hole in the glass and let myself in as dawn broke through the legs of the Gateway Arch.
I couldn’t defeat the alarmed, armored lock and combination keypad on the door with the Kennet and Sikes logo, so I settled in to wait around a corner in the hall. When someone showed up, I would push my way in when she unlocked the door. Then I would kill her.
Since I was exposed in the hallway, I was hoping that a K&S employee would arrive first on the floor, Unfortunately for her, a fashionable young receptionist came to work early at Executive Placement Services, which happened to be at the end of the corridor where I was lurking.
The click of high heels on terrazzo and the jingling of keys preceded her. She gave a start when she turned the corner; I gasped a little, too, when I saw how hot she was: Sky-high black pumps, black knee socks, no hose, tight black micro skirt, thin white linen blouse tails-out, matching skinny black jacket and loosened tie. Nice broad face, too: Full lips, small mouth, high cheekbones, long, slender nose, deep blue eyes. Her fairly short blonde hair parted in the center and was tucked behind her ears. She was maybe 25, a sexy adult take on an English schoolgirl.
She stopped abruptly, then edged around me toward the opposite wall, intending to continue to her office.
I punched her hard in the stomach and she doubled over, then I popped her on the jaw with a right cross. That straightened her up, jerked her head to her right and knocked her back against the wall. The keys hit the floor with a merry metallic ring.
She was still conscious enough to grunt when I cinched the tie hard against her throat. Before she could react otherwise, I looped the tie around my fist and yanked her down to the floor. I dragged her quickly down the hall to the ladies’ room. She managed a few muffled squeaks and gurgles and she kicked and twisted helplessly.
I pulled her into a restroom stall. Her tongue stuck out suddenly as I used the tie to lift her off the floor and sit her on the commode. I sat down on her naked thighs, facing her. She struggled a bit more desperately when I took her tongue into my mouth and pressed my hard dick against her lower belly.
I took an end of her tie in either hand and pulled as hard as I could. She writhed, grunted and struck and grabbed weakly at my back. She jerked in three, four, five death spasms, then went limp in stages. I felt her legs soften and flatten beneath me as her heels slid forward a few inches across the tile floor. Her hands slid down my back and her arms fell limp at her sides. Blankness replaced the terror in her eyes. I loosened the tie; her final exhalation allowed her shoulders to relax and her chin to sag to her chest.
Breathing hard, I stood and looked her over; beautiful. I tongued her tongue back into her mouth. I fondled her firm, modest, braless tits through her blouse; her nipples were hard as pencil erasers. I pulled her black, French-cut lycra panties down around her ankles and positioned her feet properly. I hustled out to the hall and retrieved my briefcase, along with her purse and keys. I put the keys in her purse, which I hung on the hook on the stall door.
With that door closed, it looked as if a young woman in black heels and knee socks were using the toilet. That would do for the moment, but I intended to get the blonde out of that stall and into the law office the first chance I got. I didn’t need a body discovered out here while I was busy murdering the lawyers.