Posted by Ric delCampo on November 27, 2002 at 07:54:41:
Seven Little Golddiggers.
by
Ric delCampo
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Wallar MacNulty, Deceased Billionaire
Barbara Parker, the blonde bimbo, his 1st wife
Raquel Evancho, the personal trainer, his 2nd wife
Miko Mistubishi, the intern, his 3rd wife
Ling-Mei Wu, the saleswoman, his 4th wife
L’angelique delaJoie, the fashion model, his 5th wife
Kelly Banner, the insurance adjuster, his 6th wife
Anita Duarte, the stripper, his 7th wife
The Narrator, his lawyer
Wallar MacNulty’s seven ex-wives arrived promptly and on time for the reading of his Last Will and Testament. Contrast this with the fact that not one of them had bothered to attended his funeral and you get some indication of their character. The reading was to be in Wally’s bedroom, and if Wally’s body, laid out in his extra large bed, bothered any of them, they didn’t show it. They gave no indication that they even noticed him. They chattered excitedly amongst themselves, like old army buddies, no doubt speculating on the millions of dollars they were about to inherit. The old cliché that they treated him like a piece of furniture didn’t hold true. They would have at least commented upon a piece of furniture.
I shut down the security system’s video cameras, locked the door to the security command center behind me, and took the elevator to the master bedroom.
A folding table was set up in front of the babbling women. I dropped a hard copy of the will, all five hundred pages of it, on the table.
“Good morning, Ladies,” I said, “I’m sure you’re all anxious to get on with this so I’ll get right to the point.” I handed each of them a disk with the contents of the will.
“First of all, let me tell you that all of Mr. MacNulty’s estate, except for this house, has been sold and liquidated; the cash proceeds distributed to the various charities he designated. You’ll find a complete list in the addendum.
“This house has been re-zoned as a cemetery. As you could see as you came in, it will soon be uninhabitable. Let me remind you it would be more expensive to remove the pyramid than to build a duplicate house. So, I encourage you to leave things be. Please, no futile legal challenges. Let Wally rest in peace in his home.”
“What about us?” Anita Duarte, who was already a bit tipsy with a dose of liquid courage, demanded. “What do we get?” The others nodded, then their courage up, chimed in.
“Wally left very specific instructions on how I was to deal with you,” I said. “As none of you were entitled to any alimony; your allowances died with Mr. MacNulty. I hope you took his advance and put some of it away for a rainy day.” Of course I knew none of them had.
And, boy! was it ever about to start raining!
This quieted them down, you could see the despair starting to creep in.
“However, there is a numbered Swiss bank account into which I have deposited 700 million dollars.”
Now, bring their hopes back up, just to crush them!
“Each of you has three options. I will explain them to you and you will have three hours to decide which option you will choose:
“Option One: You may leave this house immediately. You will leave with nothing but your dignity.”
“What the hell?! Ling-Mei Wu snorted. “You’re asking us to go home empty-handed, you expect us to fall for that?”
“Option Two: You will fill out a release form designating your heirs.” I handed each of them a copy of the form. “You will then take one of the these poison pills and lay down next to Mr. MacNulty and spend eternity beside him like a loyal wife. I assure you your death will be sudden and painless. One hundred million dollars will be distributed to your designated heirs.” Of course, not one of these seven women had borne Wally any children.
“Shit! Are you insane?” Ling-Mei shouted. She literally jumped out of her chair, causing it to crash to the floor.
“What the fuck is this?” Anita demanded.
“Option Three: Those who do not choose either option one or two may stay in this house for one week. The front door will be sealed. At the end of the week, the sole surviving ex-spouse will inherited the remainder of the 700 million dollars. If more than one of you are left alive, none of you will receive a penny.”
“Let me get this clear,” Kelly Banner asked, quite calmly, “You expect us to kill ourselves or each other?”
“Mr. MacNulty deserved better than he got from you. This way at least some of you will stay with him.”
“Maybe I should call the police?” Kelly threatened. She liked to project a cool demeanor. She was a brunette ice-queen.
“Go ahead,” I said. I walked to the fireplace a lit a fire. “This is the only copy of these instruction. Go ahead and call the police and I throw it into the fire. And the seven hundred million is distributed according the official will on record with the state. So, any of you want to call the police?”
I waited patiently.
The women looked at each other with new intensity. No longer were they allies against a common foe. Now each of them was a threat to the others’ dreams of riches.
“Is any one going to call the police?”
They looked at each other with increasing suspicion and distrust.
“No! We’re not going to call the police,” Raquel Evancho, the red-head finally said, voicing what the others thought.
“Okay. Do I have any takers for option one?”
Miko Mistubishi gave me a strange look, and for just a second I thought she would leave. But once again I was wrong about her; she remained silent and seated.
“Last call.”
When none of them stirred, I pulled out my walkie-talkie. “Okay, go ahead and seal it.”
“That rumbling you hear is a ten ton granite block being lowered into place, sealing off the front entrance. One week from today it will be lifted, just long enough for one of you to leave; then it will be permanently put into place.”
They all sat stoically.
“Okay. Do I have any takers for option two?”
“You really think any of us are going to kill ourselves?” Raquel asked. The red-haired spit-fire stood up defiantly. She had been a personal trainer, and had quite an athletic body. I thought for a moment she was going to beat me up.
“Fuck you!” Ling-Mei spat.
“Okay, option two remains open any time one of you wants to take advantage of it. Each of you has a bedroom on the second or third floor. There is food in the kitchen, and the utilities will remain on the rest of the week.”
“So now you think we’re going to go kill each other?” Ling-Mei said. Viciousness just oozed from her.
“No, you can do whatever you want. Have a last party if you want. But you’ll only get the money if you’re the last ex-wife left alive.”
“Come on, girls,” L’angelique delaJoie said playfully; the ex-fashion model stood up with a toss of her long black hair, “let’s go divvy up the bedrooms.” Did she take the party comment serious?
They all filed out following the statuesque beauty. Most of them, except perhaps Barbara, the blonde, blue-eyed bimbo, knew this house fairly well. Barbie had lived in a smaller house when she married Wally. Wally wasn’t on the Forbe’s list when Barbara sunk her fangs into him. He was only a millionaire then.
Miko Mistubishi stayed behind. She was tall for a Japanese, five foot eight inches. Too tall for most Japanese men. A bookish 19 year-old college intern when she had met Wally, she had since grown into a ravishing, exotic beauty. Wally had been her first boyfriend. His third wife, she was the first that had me convinced she wasn’t after his money.
She walked over to look at Wally. She didn’t kiss him or show any affection. “This sure doesn’t seem like Wally?”
“You didn’t know him those last few months,” I said. “The cancer was especially painful. And he was so disappointed there was no one to see it through with him. He died alone and in agony.”
“Well, he was good to me, at least,” Miko said wistfully. “Is that poison really painless?”
“Why, you want to use it?”
“If I had any heirs, yes, maybe I would.” She smiled at me. “You think because I’m Japanese, I have some secret desire to commit hari kari? Out of some sense of honor or tradition?” She shook her head. “I’m no longer that Japanese.”
“So why did you stay?” I asked. “You could have left.”
“Maybe it is my destiny to lay here with him,” Miko said. “Be assured I will not kill anyone. If I deserve to lay here, so be it.”
“Miko,” I said, “I’m sorry you didn’t leave. You know, you were the first wife I encouraged Wally to marry. I really thought you loved him.”
“I did,” Miko said. “But I was a foolish little schoolgirl with a schoolgirl’s crush. I grew up. Wally never did. I couldn’t go on being a schoolgirl for ever.”
“You didn’t have to cheat on him!” I said. “I expected it from the others, but not from you.”
“Stupidest thing I ever did,” Miko said. “If I hadn’t, I would have earned my alimony.”
“Goodbye, Wally,” she whispered to him and turned and left the room.
I hurried back to the security center. I fully intended to lock myself in for a week. It was to be my impregnable command bunker, where I could watch the ensuing chaos and mayhem in safety.
Ling-Mei was waiting for me at the door. She had unbuttoned her blouse so I could get a good look at her cleavage. Those big round breasts Wally had paid for. Ling-Mei looked a lot like Miko. She was shorter, rounder, and about ten pounds heavier. But they both had the same exotic brown eyes, honey-colored skin, and long, silky black hair.
Wally had been devastated when Miko divorced him. Ling-Mei, a saleswoman for one of his companies, saw her chance. She swooped in like a vulture. She dressed like Miko, cut her hair the same, even adopted an accent. And she turned on the sex appeal and the seduction. It worked. In spite of all my warnings, they were married a month after Wally’s divorce from Miko.
Ling-Mei was a nymphomaniac. She had to get laid every day, preferably by a different man each time. The sexy slut wasn’t suited for marriage. She cheated on Wally on their wedding night and every day after that. Sometimes two or three times a day. Poor Wally had sex with her about a dozen time times, eleven before they were married and once after she recovered from her breast implant surgery-- to thank him for paying for it.
Three months later they were divorced. Wally’s shortest marriage. Thanks to my pre-nuptial agreement and dozens of cassette tapes showing Ling-Mei cheating on Wally, she got nothing in the divorce. Like all his ex-wives, Wally took pity on her and gave her a ten thousand dollar a month allowance; but her dreams of Wally’s millions died with their marriage.
Ling-Mei wrapped her leg around mine, pressed her soft breasts into my chest, and gazed longingly into my eyes. “I’ll do anything you want to be the only woman to walk out that door.”
“Be more specific,” I said. “What does anything mean?”
“You can fuck me any time you want,” Ling-Mei whispered in a seductive, throaty voice. “You do wanna fuck me, dontcha?”
When I didn’t answer right away, she hurried to add, “And I’ll throw in half the money. 350 million dollars.”
I didn’t answer.
“You wanna do me right now? I’ll letcha do me right now!” She began rubbing her breasts against me.
I stepped away from her. “Mr. MacNulty paid me very well for my work. I have all the money I’ll ever need; and as for having sex with you; I am very happily married. Why would I ever betray my wife for the likes of you?”
“There is a gun in your bedroom,” I told her, “I suggest you go put it in your mouth and blow your brains out!”
“Fuck you!” Ling-Mei spat. And she huffed off.
In the security command center I turned all the cameras back on. From here I could watch every room, listen in on everything that was said. For my own safety, it was best to know what was going on.
My first surprise was seeing Raquel and Kelly in the same bedroom together, taking off each others clothes. There seemed to be no frenzied rush, they were both quite deliberate about it.
“My proposition is this,” Kelly said, as Raquel unbuttoned her blouse, “I propose we form an alliance, just the two of us.”
Raquel kissed Kelly’s breast, paused, then said, “How does an alliance work? I have to kill you too, if I want the money.”
“And I have to kill you,” Kelly said. She didn’t give any indication Raquel’s kisses and caresses were moving her in any way. “If I want the money.”
“I’ve been in insurance all my life, “ Kelly continued. “Numbers are my life. Figure the odds. Right now you have a one in seven chance of being the sole survivor and inheriting the money. But if the two of us work together, protect each other, watch each’s back; and kill any one who’s a threat to us; we’re sure to be the last two alive at the end of the week. At that time you’ll have a one in two chance. And so will I.”
“And I suppose we’ll draw straws and deal with each other like civilized women when it’s down to just the two of us.”
“I’m not going to bullshit you,” Kelly said. “When the fifth girl drops dead, all bets are off. You kill me any way you can, and I’ll do the same. But doesn’t one in two sound better than one in seven? It does to me.”
“How can I trust you?” Raquel asked.
“You want to trust any one else?”
“You’re right. It’s better no one else thinks of this.”
“Let’s seal the deal with a fuck. I don’t know if that lawyer even has a dick; so if we want a fuck before we die, we women got to do it ourselves.” Kelly bent down between Raquel’s legs. In just a moment Raquel was moaning in pleasure.
Their clothes flew off after that and the two of them jumped into bed.
That was pure Kelly. Cold, calculating, and willing to do anything to get her way. She had been the third one to fool me. I had actually believed she loved Wally. But like all the rest, she was just after his money. Kelly was going to use Raquel to do all the heavy lifting for her. Hot-headed, athletic Raquel was capable of killing any of the others with her bare hands. She was that strong.
After divorcing Barbara, Wally had been in a deep funk. Somebody suggested he join a gym, put on some muscles, attract the ladies. Well, that he did. The moment he walked into the gym, Raquel recognized him and got herself assigned to him as his personal trainer. As I expected, the gym wasn’t Wally’s scene, and he soon stopped going. But Raquel showed up on his doorstep, determined to continue as his trainer, or so she said. In truth in was all a ploy to get him into bed with her, then shame him into marrying her. Wally was old-fashioned that way.
I watched them fuck each other for a few minutes more. Long, slender fingers probing moist pink mounds of pleasure. Then I checked up on the rest.
Ling-Mei had already found her pistol. Each bedroom was furnished with a pistol, various knives, garrote wires, poisons, and other exotic weapons. I wanted to make it easy for them. I knew the first kill would be the hardest. The first kill would be nothing more than deliberate murder for profit. There could be no rationalizing it. But once the first murder had taken place, the survivors could then rationalize that they were killing in self-defense. Then mass mayhem would ensue.
Ling-Mei undressed. She lay on her bed and masturbated with the muzzle of the pistol. The cool blue metal rubbing so hard against her pink flesh. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as she came.
The next morning I snuck down to the servants kitchen for some breakfast supplies. L’angelique surprised me. She wandered into the kitchen right behind me. I thought she was asleep like all the others.
“Good morning,” she said cheerfully. “You got some coffee there?”
“No, sorry,” I said.
“I’ll make some,” she offered.
“Thanks.”
I watched her carefully. L’angelique, was the tallest of Wally’s ex-wives at six-two. Very slender. Her creamy skin was cafe-au-lait and her long hair silky ebony. She had high cheek bones and almond shaped, black eyes. She was wearing a skimpy nightgown from Frederick’s Secrets.
An ex-fashion model, she had money of her own when she married Wally-- only a few months after his divorce from Ling-Mei. And while the two seemingly had nothing in common, I never believed she was after his money. How could I have been so wrong?
L’angelique handed me a cup of coffee. “So, Wally wanted us dead?”
“He had some strange ideas there near the end,” I said. “Like building this pyramid over his house as a tomb. You know it’s bigger than some of those in Egypt. And, like some of those Egyptian kings, he wanted his queens to be buried with him.”
“How romantic,” she said, and seemed sincere. “Wally was always the most imaginative of all my husbands. All the rest were real dullards. Good in the sack and pretty boys all-- but no brains. That’s why I married Wally, he was smart.”
“So, why’d you cheat on him?”
“I got bored. I’m not as smart as he was. We had nothing in common. He wasn’t even that good in bed. I needed to party and he wanted kids. Image that! Me! A mommy! No way I was going to ruin my perfect tummy, I worked too hard to get it.”
“Well, this isn’t going to be a party.”
She giggled. “Who you think is going to kill who first?”
“Ling-Mei, if I were you I’d watched out for her. And Raquel too.”
I took my coffee and my doughnuts up to my room and locked myself in.
I turned the monitors on just in time to see Ling-Mei walk into Barbie’s bedroom. The blonde bimbo was standing at her closet, dressed only in a white bra, white panties, and white stockings and garter belts. Maybe she was trying to decide what to wear. She had her back to Ling-Mei.
She would never get to choose.
Ling-Mei put something to her mouth and puffed. A poison dart struck Barbie in her bare ass. Barbie gasped in surprise and whirled around.
“Are you trying to kill me?” she asked.
“Yeah!” Ling-Mei confirmed. She seemed a bit peeved that Barbie didn’t die instantly.
“That’s not nice!” Barbie said. She wasn’t the brightest bulb in the chandelier. About that time the poison began to react. Barbie began to tremble. Her knees went weak. She began to foam at the mouth and her hands crept to her throat. Her blue eyes were wide with pain and shock. She slowly sank to her knees, twisting sideways, whimpering in fear as she fell onto her side. Barbie began to writhe in pain, but it only lasted a moment. Her body went slack and she rolled onto her back. Tits up. Her eyes were still open, staring at the ceiling, but not seeing it.
Ling-Mei approached her and poked her with the dart-gun. No reaction. She kicked her. Again, no reaction. “One down, five more to go,” Ling-Mei giggled. She sat down on Barbies’ bed, lifted her own short skirt and began to masturbate, her long delicate fingers probing her wet, pink pussy.
When Ling-Mei had left I carried Barbie’s cooling corpse into the Wally’s bedroom. I had to hurry before she stiffened up. I bathed her, dressed her in her wedding gown, and gently lay her beside Wally. “There’s the first one, Wally. The rest will soon follow.”
Nobody seemed to notice that Barbie was dead.
I met L’angelique for coffee the next morning.
“I think it’s time for me to kill some one,” she said. “Who do you think I should kill first?”
“Honestly?” I asked.
“Yeah, of course, silly.”
“You want to know who I think is the most dangerous or who I dislike the most?”
“Who don’t you like?” L’angelique asked, intrigued. What? She didn’t think lawyers had emotions?
“Let’s start with Ling-Mei. She’s a blood-sucking vampire. Then there’s Anita. She’s a drunken whore. But, the most dangerous one of all is Kelly. The cold-blooded schemer. She won’t kill you personally, she’ll get one of the others to do it for her.”
“Thanks,” L’angelique said. “See ya tomorrow for coffee.”
But she never made it.
Ling-Mei had discarded the dart gun and discovered a bow and arrows with razor hunting tips. She practiced shooting arrows into her walls that morning, then went in search of a living target. She encountered L’angelique in the hall and notched an arrow.
“Ah shit!” L’angelique cursed when she realized what was happening.
The razor sharp arrow thudded into her flat belly. L’angelique grunted and clutched at the wooden shaft protruding from her lithe body. Razors sliced up her guts. Blood bubbled around her gripping fingers, dribbled down her short skirt, and dripped onto her shoes. Her white panties were stained red with blood seeping from her wet pussy. Her mouth was wide open, her black eyes staring in agony. She tried to speak, but only grunted and moaned. She slumped against the wall and slid slowly down to the floor. A trickle of blood showed at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes rolled back. Her body shivered and then was still. Blood pooled around her long legs.
“Two down!” Ling-Mei exulted.
It took a bit longer to clean up L’angelique’s corpse. I had to remove that arrow without doing further damage to her beautiful body. I cut away part of her blouse to expose the arrow wound and carefully worked the razors out of her delicate flesh. She wasn’t that heavy as I carried her to Wally’s bathroom and laid her in the bathtub. I took off her shoes and panties and worked her short skirt down her long legs.. I finished cutting off her blouse. She wore no bra. Her melon shaped breasts were firm and pert, even in death. Though her pink nipples would never become erect with arousal again. I bathed her body, sewed up the wound in her belly and toweled her off. I dried and styled her long black hair and carefully re-applied her make-up. The I dressed her in her elegant, white wedding dress. Then, she too was resting eternally next to Wally.
“You’re going to have to kill Ling,” Kelly said to Raquel, later that day. ( I was watching on the monitors.) “She’s too dangerous to leave alive.”
“You’re right there,” Raquel said. “But why do I have to do it?”
“You’re stronger than I am,” Kelly said. “It’ll be easier if you do it.”
“You’re right,” Raquel said. She flexed an arm muscle. “But I want you to do it. Prove to me you can be trusted. Kill Ling and I’ll believe you’re serious about our alliance.”
They argued for a few minutes more, Kelly trying to demonstrate why it was more logical for Raquel to do the killing. But this time she wouldn’t get her way. Raquel slapped a pistol in Kelly’s hand, shoved her out the bedroom door with a “Go kill her!”
Kelly gave in and tucked the pistol into the waistline of her skirt, in back, and covered it with her custom tailored, white blazer.
Kelly found Ling-Mei in her bedroom. Ling-Mei was playing with a garrote wire. It was a thin piano wire with two wooden handles.
Kelly smiled disarmingly. “Wouldn’t like that around my neck.
Ling-Mei grinned back. “I would. Around your neck, I mean.”
“I don’t think I’d like to be strangled,” Kelly said, as if she were making common conversation, “I need something sexier.”
“You tell me want you want and I’ll do it,” Ling-Mei said.
Kelly pointed to a sword on the wall. “I think it would be sexy to be run through with a sword.”
Ling-Mei turned for only a moment, to look at the sword, before she realized she’d been tricked. Kelly had the gun out before she could turn back. But Kelly hesitated before shooting.
“Tricky!” Ling-Mei complemented.
“Glad you liked it,” Kelly said haughtily.
“Didn’t say I liked it,” Ling-Mei said. “So, where’re you gonna plug me? In my tit?” She began to unbutton her white blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She rubbed her nipple till it stood up hard. “Or my tummy?” She rubbed her belly. And moved slowly towards Kelly. Her hand inched toward her nether lips. She began to masturbate.“ “Ya think it’ll be like being fucked? But with bullets?”
Kelly wasn’t prepared for this reaction and didn’t seem to notice that Ling-Mei was inching towards her. She was too intent on watching Ling-Mei pleasure herself.
“Yeah! That’s an idea. Why doncha poke it up my pussy and fuck me to death?” Suddenly Ling-Mei kicked out. She executed a perfect round-house kick to Kelly right hand and the pistol went flying. She kicked again. A solid front snap kick to Kelly’s abdomen. Kelly grunted, doubled over in pain, clutching at her stomach, and fell to the ground. She groaned in pain. Kelly lay on the floor writhing in pain, hugging her stomach.
Ling-Mei smiled and walked over to pick up the pistol. As she bent over, Ling-Mei sensed movement behind her. It was too late. The thin piano wire of the garrote slipped around her delicate throat, and with a sudden snap, bit into her soft flesh. Blood oozed from the tiny thin wound on her slender neck. Her windpipe collapsed and she gagged on her own blood as her lungs heaved for lack of air. Ling-Mei flailed around in vain. Already her brain was numbed from the sudden surprise of the attack and the lack of oxygen. As frantic as she tried, she couldn’t get her fingers under the wire to pry it away from her bleeding throat.
Kelly pressed her knee into Ling-Mei’s back and twisted the garrote harder. Ling-Mei had fallen for her deception once, she had to kill her fast, before she could recover. “Die! You fucking bitch! Die already!”
Ling-Mei gasped and gagged for air. She jerked spasmodically. She kicked out. The wire bit deeper. Her vision tunneled. Went gray. The searing pain in her throat gave way to numbness seeping into all parts of her body. Her fingers fluttered uselessly in the air. She couldn’t feel her legs and couldn’t stand. She arms flopped to her side. She had no strength to lift them. Her brain failed to transmit her commands.
Kelly held Ling-Mei suspended until her body went slack. Kelly held on for a minute more, just in case, then lowered Ling-Mei’s corpse to the floor.
Ling-Mei stared at her with dead eyes. Her tongue stuck out.
Kelly began to laugh. Hysterically and uncontrollably. She couldn’t wait to get back to Raquel, to tell her, and then to fuck her in triumph.
Raquel was taking a bath. Confident that Kelly was taking care of business. She wasn’t thinking beyond Ling-Mei; so she was surprised when Anita Duarte walked into the bathroom.
Anita, the stripper. Kelly divorced Wally in Las Vegas and he immediately went out and got drunk. At one of her strip shows, Anita recognized Wallar MacNulty, the billionaire, and saw her chance. For three days she kept him drunk and fucked him. Then, playing on his guilt, got him to marry her in one of those cheap chapels. He was so drunk she had to forge his name on the wedding license.
I got that marriage annulled. But by that time Wally had slept with her several more times and felt he had to marry her again to make an honest woman of her.
Poor fool. Anita would never be an honest woman. She only wanted his money. She divorced him when she realized that the prenuptial agreement required her to be faithful to him.
And now, now that Kelly was busy elsewhere, Anita saw her chance to knock off the competition: Raquel.
“Bye-bye, Raquel,” Anita laughed, and dropped a hair-dryer into the tub.
There was a blue-white flash!
Then the GFI (Ground-Fault-Interrupter) kicked in and cut the electricity. Poor Anita wasn’t up on the latest safety technology.
Raquel leapt out of the tub and socked Anita right in the face. Anita fell on her ass. Her mouth open in shock and stunned surprise. It was hard to tell what surprised her more: the pain of the blow or the fact Raquel was alive.
Anita scrambled to her knees and crawled away as fast as she could. She made it to her feet as she entered the bedroom.
“Hey, Anita!”
Anita turned around.
Raquel shoved a sword into Anita’s stomach. She shoved it in all the way up to the hilt and twisted it for good measure. The razor-sharp blade sliced up Anita’s guts. Blood gushed from the wound. Anita whimpered in pain and grabbed at the offending blade, trying vainly to pluck it out. The cold metal twisted inside her. Electric shock waves of agony rippled through her trembling body.
Raquel let go of the sword.
Anita kept her feet for a moment more. Blood soaked her blouse, bubbled up between her fingers as she clutched at her stomach. Blood trickled from her pussy. A red stain spread across her skirt. Down her sheer panty-hose. She stumbled back, staring in horror at the sword handle protruding from her violated body. Pain assaulted her dimming brain Anita moaned like a wounded animal. She tried in vain to slide the blade from her body, but each further attempt ripped up her guts and sent shock waves of agony rippling through her torn flesh.
“ I don’ wanna die,” Anita moaned.
“Too late, bitch!” Raquel snarled.
Anita’s chest heaved. She was having trouble breathing. Her vision went grainy. She slumped to the floor and her last breath rattled out of her lungs.
Kelly walked in grinning like the Cheshire cat. She saw Anita’s corpse on the floor and saw Raquel standing dripping wet and buck naked over her. A bloody sword in her hand.
“What? Didn’t she fuck you good enough?” Kelly joked.
“Why weren’t you watching my back?” Raquel demanded.
“Remember? I was killing Ling. Mission accomplished. Ling is dead!”
“So there’s just Miko left.”
“Yeah, just Miko.” Kelly agreed.
It wasn’t fair. They didn’t know I was watching. They didn’t know that I disliked Miko the least.
I walked to the intercom and buzzed Miko’s room.
“They’re coming for you,” was all I said.
“So who’s going to kill Miko?” Raquel asked.
“I think you ought to do it,” Kelly said. “That slut Ling almost killed me.”
“And so while I’m killing Miko, you’ll be planning how to kill me,” Raquel said.
“That’s right.”
“At least you’re honest,” Raquel said. “So hear this. I’m going to go kill Miko now. The next time I see you, I’ll kill you too.”
“Wait!” Kelly said. “I don’t want to die with a dry pussy. You’ve got to fuck me again first.” They grinned and climbed into bed together. Tongues probed.
Ling-Mei lay on her back. Even in death she was sexy. Her sheer white blouse open to show off her beautiful cleavage. Her short skirt hiked up around her hips. I carried her into the bathroom and undressed her. I bathed her and dressed in in her short-skirted wedding dress. Then I laid her corpse next to L’angelique.
Anita was more of a mess. I didn’t even bother to undress her. I just cut off her bloodsoaked clothes after laying her in the tub. It took longer to wash her and prepare her dead body, but soon the blonde stripper lay next to Ling-Mei.
“I guess you’ve come to kill me,” Miko said, a few hours later when Raquel stepped into her bedroom.”
“That’s right,” Raquel said.
“How? How are you going to kill me?”
“I was thinking of just shooting you.”
Miko handed her a knife, handle first. “I would prefer this.”
“You’re not going to fight back?”
Miko didn’t answer. She lay down on her couch and unbuttoned her blouse. She closed her eyes. “Okay. Do me! Put it right in my belly. But just once. Let me bleed to death. Don’t mess me up.” Miko was breathing heavily, in anticipation, her breasts rose and sank with each breath, straining against her black bra.
Raquel had a twisted grin. “Okay. Whatever you say.” She approached Miko warily, expecting a trap. Miko lay motionless on the couch. Her taunt flat belly naked to the sharp blade.
Raquel plunged the knife into Miko’s exposed belly. The razor sharp blade slid into her delicate flesh effortlessly.
“Leave it inside me until I’m dead,” Miko struggled to whisper. Her lithe body was trembling. Blood flowed from the wound. Miko shivered as if she were cold. Her breath caught in her throat. But she didn’t move or struggle. Miko lay calmly on the couch and bled out. When she stopped trembling Raquel pulled out the knife.
“Miko . . .” But she didn’t know what to say. She felt just a tinge of guilt. But then it passed. Raquel dropped the knife on the floor and picked up the pistol. Now for Kelly.
“Is she dead?”
Raquel was startled to see Kelly waiting for her in the hall. But she reacted fast. She brought up her gun and fired right into Kelly’s heart.
Except that the gun didn’t fire.
“Sorry!” Kelly said. She opened her hand and dropped six bullets onto the floor. Kelly’s gun did fire. A hot slug tore into Raquel’s left breast, ripped through her soft flesh, and penetrated her heart. Raquel dropped her pistol and grabbed her punctured breast.
She slumped to her knees. Blood spurted with each beat of her shattered heart.
Kelly shot her again. Right in her navel. Hot metal burned her guts, churned inside her, ripped her up. Blood soaked into her shirt and pants. Raquel’s last thought was of her perfect body. She had worked so hard to perfect it. Now it had two bullets holes in it! “I’m dyin’, don’ shoot me again, already. Le’ me die a pretty corpse!”
“Okay,” Kelly agreed. “Just don’t try anything funny, or I’ll blow your face off.”
“Enjoy th’ money,” Raquel gasped. She leaned against the wall. “Oh, damn it hurts!”
“I’ll shoot you again to hurry it up,” Kelly offered.
“No thanks; go’ too many holes i’me already.”
Raquel slowly bled out. Her body trembled once, then was still. Kelly reached down and lovingly closed her eyes.
I was busy the next few hours. Washing corpses. Sewing up holes. Dressing dead women in their wedding gowns. Styling hair and applying make-up. Laying the cooling corpses beside Wally.
“Well, Wally, there’s six of them-- at least. I wish I could promise you all seven.”
On the seventh day Kelly met me by the front door.
“So, Mister Shyster, where my dough? How do I collect?”
“What money?” I asked innocently.
“The seven hundred million for the last surviving wife, you bastard!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Kelly,” I said. “I lied about that. All of Wally’s money is gone. Distributed it just as he wanted. In fact, Wally knew nothing about all this. Wally was a better man than I am. You forgave all of you a long time ago.”
“What!” Kelly was seething with anger.
“But I didn’t. You sick Golddigger bitches sunk your bloodsucking fangs into Wally and drained him of his life! He loved every one of you with all his heart and you fucking sluts tore it out. He dedicated his life to making you happy and providing for you and you robbed him blind. He innocently trusted you with his love and you stabbed him in the back.”
“You gonna murder me now?!” Kelly sneered at me.
“No,” I said, “Sadly, I can’t bring myself to actually kill you. There’s still too much lawyer in me. I had to settle for you killing each other.”
“Well, there’s no one left to kill me!” Kelly said.
“Yes, there is,” I said. “You. You can kill yourself. And if you don’t, I have videotapes of you murdering Ling-Mei and Raquel. I’ll turn them over to the DA and, eventually, you’ll be executed for murder.”
“How are you going to explain yourself?”
“Explain what?” I said. “I’ve been in Montana all week. Secluded at my ranch. My wife and children will swear to it. In fact, there’s no proof I was ever here. I know, I’m a lawyer after all.”
“You want me to kill myself?”
“It’d be better than the public humiliation of a trial. Your reputation destroyed. You’d be a laughing stalk. How much better it would be to finish it now, in private, and you could rest for all eternity here, beside your loyal husband.”
I handed her a vial of poison.
“Wally deserves to have all seven of you beside him. Don’t fail him again.”
Oh, Hell!” Kelly said. “Who wants to die old, ugly and poor?!” And she gulped down the pills. As the pills took effect her nipples hardened and her pussy grew moist, flowing with love juices. Physical pleasure rippled through her vibrating body.
A moment later she smiled. “Oh! Oh! I’m in ecstasy!” Then her heart burst, killing her instantly. Kelly died with a smile on her face.
A couple of hours later she lay peacefully beside Wally.
“Forgive me, Wally,” I said.
And I walked out of his house forever.
The End.