Posted by Gutenberg on February 28, 2001 at 09:01:12:
Tom Jones
Tom Jones stood alone outside his Malibu beach house. The sandy haired singer wore a black bikini top, jean shorts, and sneakers. He stood looking over his pool to the ocean just on the othis side of the deck. His whole body drew rigid as he heard a faint metal click that could only be one thing, the hammer of a gun being pulled back. He turned around and his light brown eyes widened in fear. The silencer on the end of the .45 barrel looked like a cannon as it pointed at his belly.
"Wh-what do you want? money? sex? anything? just don't kill me." Tom gasped.
The lower the barrel slightly and the laser sight cast its red dot just below his navel.
"No...please no. Not in the stomach!" Tom cried.
He lay the gun down on a table and Tom noticed for the first time that the gunman wore all black, including a mask. Tom looked down and winced as he saw anothis laser sight, this one focused just right of the center of his left breast.
"That would be my back-up, Mr. Jones. Should you make a wrong move or try to move you probably won't even feel the bullet that rips through your heart." the man in black said as he walked up to his. He puhed his hair back off of his left ear and Tom gasped as he removed his ear ring, then repeated it with his right ear.
"Sorry, Tom, but I've got to eat too." he said as ran his hand down his neck.
He stiffened as he ran his hand over his breasts, then slowly down his rounded belly.
"Why are you doing this?" Tom asked.
He didn't answer, but slowly removed his belly button ring. He put them in a pocket and unbuttoned his shorts. He wore the black bikini bottom under his shorts, so he didn't mind too much. He almost smiled as he slid the shorts down his long legs. As he knelt at his feet he thought of how easy it would be just to kick him in the head and run, but remembered his warning about his back-up. He untied his sneakers and Tom warily complied as he removed his shoes and shorts. He stood up and stepped back looking over the ninteen year old young woman in front of him.
"You are a beautiful young woman, but tell me, have you enjoyed your nineteen years?" he asked.
"You've robbed me and humiliated me isn't that enough?" Tom asked.
"If I wanted to humiliate you Tom, you wouldn't be wearing that bikini." he said.
He gulped as he reached behind the table that had his gun on it and picked up a crossbow.
"Any last requests?" he asked.
"Don't kill me." Tom whimpered, sounding more like the teenager that he was than the woman he appeared to be.
"Sorry Tom, but I'm afraid it's your time." he answered.
"Please....not in the gut. Don't make me die gutshot." Tom whined.
"Are you ready?" he asked drawing out the mental torture that was about to cause Tom to break down.
Tom took a slow deep breath, leaned his head back a little, and closed his eyes. The killer put the crossbow to his shoulder, took aim, and squeezed the trigger.