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Sisters
a novel by critmk
Chapter 22: The Nasty Schoolgirl
An officious sort of woman -- in a snug white silk blouse, black pencil skirt that flattered her curvy ass, and mid-calf patent boots -- strode briskly into the reception area. She wore glasses. Her dark red hair was pulled back severely. She was tall. She might have been 35.
“Eva, what the hell is going on out h--.”
She stopped abruptly when she saw the bullet hole in Eva’s temple and realized that further conversation with the receptionist would be futile. Her eyes widened behind her glasses when she saw Ellen’s dead body against the wall. They widened further when she saw the Uzi pointed at her chest.[glasses34.jpg.goes here.]
She stepped backward into the room where her security colleagues had been lounging but were beginning to stir. Her mouth opened into an oval, but her tits exploded before the scream could come out. A half-dozen red geysers erupted through white silk when the bespectacled woman hit the floor hard on her back.
Of the remaining nine guards in the room, only the Asian in the white blouse and black skirt had the composure to go for her gun. She nearly got me, but four Uzi rounds clustered in her belly threw off her aim. [gunblouse31.jpg goes here.]
Her chrome .45 bucked and roared as she died, and that was bad luck for the tough-looking broad in black perched on a table across the room. [perch30.jpg goes here.] The heavy .45 slug smashed her sternum and tore into her heart. The green-eyed beauty’s dense, unruly frame of black hair flew away from her face as she flung out her arms and pitched backward. Her jacket opened, revealing a black lace bustier specked with blood radiating from the wound between her breasts. Her skirt opened, too, to show off her black stocking tops and garters and the creamy white thighs and the crotchless panties between them (what a nice, lush bush she had). She died draped across the table, her head and arms hanging and swinging and blood coursing from her chest to her throat and on down to the floor.
I swept the room with the Uzi left to right. The next to die was a seated peroxide blond in a green sweater now splashed red across the tits, as if I had painted her with my machine gun. She had been consulting with a buxom young woman in a taupe business suit. That one bent forward as bullets cut through her gut. I let the Uzi linger a moment, to finish her with fire into the cleavage between her lapels.[officeduo20s.jpg goes here.]
A 30-something blond, with a complexion almost as white as her blouse, and an elegant brunet in a purple camisole top and black stiletto boots were next in line. [allbizblond32.jpg and Booted26.jpg go here.]
Their butts bounced on their chairs and their limbs turned at crazy angles as bullets pocked their breasts and bellies. Only after I turned the Uzi on the Japanese girl who was trying to flee did they slump to the floor and go still in pools of their own blood.
[japseamfloor33.jpg goes here.] The last three shots in the clip traced up the seam of the stocking over the Japanese woman’s right thigh. The skirt of her blue business suit hiked up as she continued to struggle across the floor. The top wound was just below the hem and the bottom one just above the bend of her knee. Blood from the three bullet holes left a trail as she made her way slowly across the floor.
The athletic-looking brunet in the tight black minidress and blue blazer [brunetskirtchair22.jpg goes here] had been transfixed by the sudden carnage around her. But she seized on my need to change clips as a chance to escape. Before she was out of her chair, though, I pulled a throwing knife from the sheath on my back and pitched it into her belly.
She plopped back into the chair holding her gut below the chunk of cold stainless steel. Blood trickled over her fingers.
I put a new clip in the Uzi and turned it toward the last untouched woman in the room. She was about 30, and dressed more or less like a Catholic school girl in trouble with the nuns for looking too tarty in her uniform: light blue, short-sleeved cotton blouse; very short, pleated grey skirt; bare legs; and high, chunky platform heels over white socks with lacey puffs about the ankles. Her saucy, jet-black hair had a light blue ribbon in it. The hairdo framed a face with too-red lips and too-dark eye makeup.[anklets25.jpg goes here.]
She didn’t seem afraid at all. An odd grin was on her face. She rubbed her bare thighs together sensually.
She nodded toward my crotch and spoke: “Kinda turns ya on, huh?” she said. The words were spaced among snaps of gum.
I looked down at the bulge in my pants and shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, well, we all have our little quirks.”
“Turns me on, too,” she said. “I only took this job because Ms Laufer told me I might have a chance to kill some broads, but I’ve only got to do guys so far. I don’t know who you’re working for, but do they, like, have any openings? I can do this -- watch!”
She hopped off the leather couch and stood behind the brunet with the knife in her gut. The dying woman cried out when the ersatz schoolgirl viciously yanked the steel from her body. She cried out again when the woman plunged it hard into her left tit. The moaning that followed came not from the victim – she was dead -- but from the killer. The little tart had an orgasm during the murder.
She recovered and giggled mischievously, then fairly skipped over to the wounded Japanese woman.
She’d lost a lot of blood. Her progress across the floor had slowed to nothing and escape was impossible, but she was still scratching and writhing. The naughty schoolgirl pounced on her, gripped her head firmly in both hands and grinned brightly at me.
She turned the Japanese woman’s face toward hers and kissed her full on the lips. “Good night, Yoko,” she said, cheerfully. Then, with a strength and violence that startled even me, she twisted Yoko’s head sharply and broke her neck. The audible crack made me blink.
The killer pressed her victim’s head into her crotch, closed her eyes and purred dreamily for a moment. Then she dropped it to the floor with a noisy clunk.
The woman sprang perkily to her feet and plopped back on the couch.
“See,” she said. “I’d be a great partner!”
In a flash, she went from perky to sultry, She spread her legs, pulled her blouse halfway open and licked those red, red lips. “And I’m an incredible fuck. Would you like to find out how incredible, right now, in this room full of dead pussy?”
“Oooh, yes, I certainly would,” I answered. “But I’ve had some bad luck with a partner, lately. And I think sex would be more fun if you were dead. Yes, I think I’d prefer killing you and then fucking you.”
Her expression fell, but anger quickly replaced dismay. A snarling “fuck you, bastard” rose from her twisted mouth as she raised her middle finger.[ankletsfinger.jpg goes here]
I drew the 9mm and killed her with a single shot to the center of her forehead. And then I cut off her thong panties and fucked her, fast and hard.