Posted by critmk on May 12, 2003 at 08:32:06:
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Sisters
a novel by critmk
Chapter 7: Kill All the Lawyers 2
Senior partner Lois Sikes started when I burst in with gun drawn from the adjoining office. She went for a .45 in her top-right drawer, but I was on her and slammed it shut on her hand. I jammed the silencer of my 9mm in her mouth to get across the message: No screaming, not even in pain.
I waved her over to the loveseat to get her away from the phone and intercom on her desk. She seemed to compose herself in the three steps it took to get there. A moment ago she was trying to shoot me; now she would try seducing me. She crossed her long legs and her black suit skirt rode up to reveal the lacy pattern at the top of her stockings. She turned her torso to open the gaps between the clasps of her snug black jacket.
Sikes was in her late 30s. She was tall, maybe 5’10” in those high black pumps. Wavy black hair tumbled over her right shoulder to her slim waist. She had a strong Latina face: large, perfectly spaced brown eyes, a wide mouth defined by dark red lipstick, and nice cheekbones set at the midpoint between her high forehead and determined chin. She looked me right in the eye and spoke calmly.
“What do you want?”
“Every computer file and every scrap of paper relating to the Laufer family.”
“That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
“And if I decide to scream instead of hand it over?”
“I will kill you.”
“Get serious. You can’t wipe out the whole office.”
I rose from the edge of her desk and swung open the door to Armstrong’s office. The confidence drained out of Sikes at the sight of the three dead women in the next room.
“There’s another dead cunt in the can,” I said, casually. “I intend to keep on killing until I find someone to give me what I need. Start with the computer files. Type in the passwords and access codes.”
I watched over her shoulder and instructed her as she purged a dozen or so files and billing statements related to Laufer and the Koncharova sisters.
“There. Satisfied?”
“Not quite.” I reached down her jacket and fondled her tits as I made further inquiries. She recoiled at first, then ignored the groping.
“Who handled the case?”
“I did.”
“Then we’d better purge your laptop, too.”
I pulled her machine from her open briefcase and popped in a CD. My program wiped her hard drive clean in seconds.
“Is this stuff backed up anywhere?”
“No. We tried to limit storage so we could dump files quickly in case of a raid.”
“If you’re lying, I’ll come back and kill you and anyone else I find in your home. Including children and pets.”
She glanced at the picture of her teenage daughter – quite a looker – with her Siamese cat, then back at me.
“There’s a paper file, a dossier, in a locked cabinet upstairs.”
“Tell your secretary to fetch it.”
“Gina,” Sikes said into the intercom, “go upstairs and bring me the Laufer/Koncharova file. Natsumi or Lori can get you the key.”
We waited through an awkward moment. I sent her back to the loveseat and perched again on the edge of her desk, facing the door.
“What should I tell Gina when she comes in? That you’re a detective working for us?”
“You won’t have to tell her anything.”
Gina’s huge, round, heavy tits strained against the off-white cotton and string shoulder straps of her minidress. Her little white sweater was unbuttoned and pulled back. A gold chain encircled her neck and she wore rings on every finger. She was a fleshy, curvy girl of 24, with olive skin and narrow mouth with lush lips. Her light-brown hair was attractively disordered atop her head. She handed Sikes the fat file and turned to leave, then decided to check me out.
Gina’s big brown eyes peered at me through her overlarge glasses.
“Um, hi. Who are you?”
My predatory look at this luscious bit must have alarmed Sikes. She tried to hustle the girl out of the office.
“Mr…. Smith is a detective we’ve started working with,” she said, hastily. “We’d like some coffee while we look over the file. Would you go brew some, Gina?”
I rose, closed the door and blocked Gina’s path to it. I stepped toward her. She stepped back toward Sikes’ desk, tentatively. Quietly, I said to her: “No matter what happens, Gina, you must be very quiet. Understand?” She was bewildered and vaguely frightened; she nodded.
I whipped the 9mm from its shoulder holster and emptied it into Sikes.[sikes.jpg goes here.]
Pfft pfft pfft pfft! Mouth, throat, left tit, left tit. Pfft pfft! Lace stocking-top, inside of the right thigh. Pfft pfft pfft! Black fabric over her belly, exposed bit of right tit between bra and jacket clasp, center of the forehead.
Each shot opened a nickel-sized hole in this sexy, sophisticated woman. Each shot jerked her around like a marionette whose puppeteer was having a seizure. Her bloody left leg slid from her right and exposed the inch of bare flesh and violet thong above her stayups. Very slowly, she slumped down and then forward and fell onto the thick carpet with a couple of soft thumps.
Gina, transfixed by her boss’ death dance, never saw me draw the nine-inch hunting knife from the sheath beneath my pantleg.
After a long moment, she turned to me and said: “I won’t scream.”[Ginasec.jpg goes here.]
“I know.” I plunged the heavy knife to its ebony hilt into her belly. She grunted; a stream of blood spilled over her lower lip.
I held the dying girl, from whom the black handle of the knife jutted obscenely, upright by her shoulders with my left arm. With my right, I unzipped; my hard dick sprang from my pants.
I yanked the knife from Gina’s gut and drove it into the center of her left breast. I left it there as I pushed her back onto Sikes’ desk and yanked her white cotton panties down. One of her wooden Candies mules fell to the floor as I pulled her foot through the leg opening of her bikini briefs, which I left hanging on her right ankle. I spun her about on the desk, so that I would be facing the door while I fucked her. I reloaded the 9mm and put it beside her.
Gina was not quite dead when I forced into her soft and surprisingly wet little pussy. The upper half of her dress was mostly red, now, and there was a big rip over her belly wound. She writhed a little as I fucked her.
The action of pulling the knife from her tit arched her off the desk. The tear in the dress opened to show that I had bisected her prominent pink nipple. I raised the knife high and plunged into her pristine right breast, withdrew it quickly and hit home with a killing blow that cut through the cotton stretched between her tits, smashed through her sternum, heart and back. Gina was pinned to the desktop.
She convulsed violently for just a few seconds. Her death spasms caused her pussy to tighten madly about my dick. I was ready to cum a split second after the busty secretary died, but was interrupted.
The door swung open and a young woman strode in briskly and swung it shut behind her.[lorisec.jpg goes here]
“Gina, Natsumi says we need that key back upstairs, you know that we –“
It was hard to say what cut off Lori’s sentence. It could have been that she tripped a little over Sikes’ bullet-pocked leg. Maybe she wasn’t expecting Gina to be sprawled over a desk impaled by both a big knife and a stranger’s dick.
Or maybe it was the 9mm slug that tore open her blouse, reddened her belly and knocked her to the floor. The blued-eyed honey’s light brown hair, long legs and ankle-strap spike heels flew about as I pumped slug after slug into the formerly white blouse.
Fucking a dead girl while you kill a live one – now that’s a pleasant day at the office.