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Sisters
a novel by critmk
Chapter 19: Poolside Assault
That old dream, with the endless procession of women through the endless white corridor, came almost every night.
Only now, they weren’t anonymous and alike. They were the dozens of women that Barbara and I had killed. Their faces were blank, their eyes vacant. Their wounds were open and bleeding. I had no desire to kill these walking corpses, but driven by some mechanical compulsion, I shot them, one by one. They fell, rose, and shuffled on.
Waking, I felt dead inside, except for the desire to kill Barbara Laufer. Of course she had sent her video tapes to the D.A. in St. Louis, and now I was a marked man. My face was everywhere, grinning madly from an office full of dead female lawyers. I looked monstrous in those images, which were inevitably followed by a plea for tips from some cop.
I shaved my beard and head and bought contacts that changed my eyes from brown to blue. I had an eagle tattooed on the back of my neck. I holed up in a trailer camp far off the beaten path, on a reservoir outside Cody, Wyoming. I told anyone who asked that I was retired military getting away from it all after a divorce. I went fishing every day. I was friendly enough, but never joined the other old outcasts in the camp poker games.
I quit drinking and got back into shape.
At night I sat at the computer and kept tabs on Barbara. It wasn’t hard. She was the scandal of the decade in St. Louis and was all over the Post-Dispatch, the Riverfront Times, the Business Journal and the local-interest message boards.
Her wild parties and flamboyant sex life were the talk of the town. She was dating a Rams cornerback 20 years her junior. Her 48-hour parties had her suburban Ladue neighbors up in arms.
Old man Laufer had died a few months after marrying her – surprise, surprise – and left her with a controlling interest in Aerometrics Corp. She was said to be packing the board with a dozen slutty women friends from a murky former life and plundering the company, selling off key assets to pile up a personal fortune.
I tracked her from afar for over a year. When Aerometrics stock crashed after an accounting scandal, I saw my chance. According to the P-D, Barbara had called a weekend board retreat in October at the huge, flashy Adam’s Mark Hotel on the riverfront. She, her board sluts and support staff would take over the top three floors and the pool deck.
That was my chance. I no longer cared if I was caught, and that made it easier. All I had to worry about was getting in and killing Barbara and, perhaps, some of her nasty cronies. Getting out alive was of no concern.
Security would be tight in the stairways and elevators, but I didn’t intend to take the conventional route to the top. A day before Barbara and her entourage arrived, I took a room just below pool deck level. It was easy enough to secure a knotted rope from the deck outside the pool house and pitch it over the stone railing and down to the little balcony off my room. Even for an old man like me, it would be an easy, 15-foot climb. I would enter the sealed off-Aerometrics floors of the hotel via the poolhouse. They wouldn’t be looking for intruders from that direction.
From a far corner of the gaudy lobby, I watched them sweep into the hotel Friday night. The two dozen babes, a mix of races and ages, were all hot, haughty and puffed up with a sense of their importance and privilege. Every last one of them was dressed to (be) kill(ed). Last of all came the queen bee, Barbara Laufer herself, regal and sexy in her Armani suit, surrounded by four armed, female security guards in black skirts and white blouses.
The old stirrings came bubbling up as I watched this parade. I decided to kill as many of these sluts as possible before they or the cops got me.
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Armed with a garrote, several knives, a silenced Uzi and 9mm Glock, I climbed to the pool house at 5 p.m. Saturday.
Five of Barbara’s women were relaxing there. The 30-year-old redhead in the hot tub and the voluptuous 20-something brunette, who’d just climbed out of the pool and was soaking wet, were naked. Why not, with only the Aerometrics babes allowed on the floor? Two Japanese girls – one turning lazy backstrokes, the other lying on the deck and taking in some sun through the glass roof – wore relatively modest bikinis. The brassy blond sprawled out on the white had left her racy blue, French-cut bikini briefs on, but had pulled down the top to sun her perfectly formed 36Cs.
I cut four of them down quickly with the Uzi, starting with the naked brunette, who was the nearest and the first to see me.[brunetpool.jpg goes here] A few rounds up the back of her left thigh into her curvy buttock stopped her from running away. She splatted hard, tits-first, onto the wet deck. She was looking right at me and trying to get up as I finished her. I concentrated fire into her side, within the triangle formed by her left arm as she bent her elbow to push up from the deck. Seven slugs ripped through her ribcage and tit and nearly rocked her over. But the brunette rolled back and died face down, a wide-eyed death stare giving her an extreme close-up of wet concrete.
Her death attracted the blond’s attention. [bikiniblond.jpg goes here.]She sat up in alarm, holding her blue bikini top against her body. She quickly fell back down, driven by a lateral spray of Uzi fire. Five bullets punctured her tits and sternum in a neat line, exited through her back and left blood and black holes on the white wall behind her. The second shot caught her dead center of her right nipple. Her tits shook wildly as her body convulsed in three violent twitches before going utterly still.
[redhedhotub.jpg goes here.]I went vertical on the skinny redhead, as she tried to hoist herself from the hot tub. The first shot turned her orange pubic hair red as it cut through the middle of her tangled pelt. The second opened a nickel-sized hole at the edge of her faint tan line. The third blew open her navel. The fourth cut through her solar plexus. The fifth, through the sternum, killed her instantly. The force of the bullets lifted her out of the water and threw her back on the deck, but not far enough for her to stay there. She slid down and sunk into the hot and rapidly reddening water.
The three killings took just a few seconds. The Japanese girls were only just sensing that something was wrong.
[japfloat.jpg goes here.]Five of the remaining 10 rounds hissed as they raised plumes of water on their way into the swimmer’s thighs, crotch and lower belly. The other five slapped noisily into her big, round breasts as they floated high and dry above the surface. The dead woman continued to float, even as the bullet impacts turned her 360 degrees. The dunking of the wounds hastened formation of a crimson aura around her corpse.
[japsun.jpg goes here.] I trotted toward the sunbather in the red bikini and arrived just in time to kick her in the gut as she tried to rise. She fell back onto the deck and hugged her arms across her middle, which squeezed her substantial breasts together and formed a deep, tight cleavage. I dropped to my knees, straddling her face, and drew my 10-inch, black steel commando knife. I raised it high in both hands and drove it hard between the woman’s breasts. She grunted and arched off the deck. She relaxed abruptly when I gave the blade in her heart a violent twist.
I stood and allowed myself the luxury of a long look at my latest victim. She was gorgeous with that deadly chunk of steel in her chest and that bright heart blood cascading over her throat. I nudged her chin up and out of the way with my boot, then stood hard on her throat and gripped the handle of the knife. It was difficult to withdraw from her body. The first two yanks succeeded only at pulling her body off the deck and causing a rolling of breasts and flopping of limbs. On the third try, the knife came out with a lip-smacking sound. A final rush of blood slithered between her tits, over her neck and onto the deck.
The old blood lust was back. I had a huge erection, but no time to do anything about it. That was OK. I was happy to save it for Barbara.