Posted by KnightStalker on November 20, 2000 at 23:12:00:
In Reply to: Kill me any way you wish...... posted by Jennifer D. on November 19, 2000 at 22:06:49:
JENNY D's
What a great career you've had in the fashion world. First you were a successful fashion model who glamorized evening wear for those women who were both "full-figured" and "plus-sized"; and later by designing dresses for the same ladies. You'd even developed a set of trademarks or characteristics in your line of evening wear that had earned you a reputation of just emphasizing those attributes which put a larger woman's best foot forward for men to admire.
In your case, most of your dresses and outfits came with revealing necklines, bare or nearly bare shoulders; loosely fitting sleeves, waists, and hips; and longer hemlines that generally revealed just calves and ankles, but not thighs. At 36, you had long known that these techniques tended to greatly enhance your own beauty. In fact, you had to test wear and then approve every design that came out of your coterie.
Unfortunately, some of your longer term staff had developed strong feelings against your "design by dictatorship" in recent years. Some had even left Jenny D's at awkward times, leaving a void when seasonal show deadlines were to ocur. That was why you were working late on this particular night, well past when the nightly cleaning crews had come and gone, to finnish and test that one signature creation that every show needed.
You had sent Frank Johnstone, your senior designer, home many hours ago as the two of you argued about how the signature piece would be finally portrayed. He felt you were being too garrish with his simple tea length summer dress. You vehemently believed it needed more spice so that it qualified to be the signature piece. Now it was late in the evening and you had finnished pinning the alterations you made. All that was left for you to do was to try it on and test how it looked on you.
When you emerged from the fitting room and stood on the little platform that was ringed by three full length mirrors, your sparkling green eyes knew your job was done for the show. There you stood with your ample 5' 7" frame looking as attractive as you ever had. The black satin off-the-shoulder dress was a stark contrast to your flawless white skin. From the soft crease between your 36d breasts to your shimmering white shoulders; from the column of your graceful long white neck to the perme of your short blonde hair that had dark brown streaks; you still had the stuff to be a cover girl. Yet, fate still had another card to play in the game of life.
A sudden noise emanating from your office in the next room broke the spell you were enjoying. And then another noise followed by the third gripped you with terror. Looking for a place to hide in a virtually open room was more than a challenge.
When Frank burst into the room, your terror melted into relief and then into anger. Yet you had failed to read his eyes until it was too late. His anger was erupting into rage as you continued to scold him for scaring you and then when you started to gloat over the changes you made to the dress you were wearing and which he had originally created for you.
As he moved swiftly towards with his hands raised, you instinctively moved backwards. Your mouth was now silent and gaping wide open with terror. Your beautiful almond shaped green eyes grew wild and startled in terror. You weren't even listening to the rage spewing from him as his two strong hands found your slender long neck.
His hands immediately gripped your throat tightly and then they squeezed harder and harder. Relentlessly, his thumbs pushed into your windpipe crushing the breath out of you. All you could manage was a couple of muted gurgles and muffled gasps as he strangled you. You couldn't budge his hands from your delicate neck. He seemed to saver the moment, watching you slowly choke and choke as squeezed and squeezed. He seemed to enjoy the notion of how vulnerable your slender neck was to his strong hands. He knew that you had scolded him for the last time.
Your face grew bluer and your bulging eyes grew dimmer. Your hands began to slide to their sides as the end came near. He still held you by your soft throat after you went limp on the end of his arms. Finally he slowly let go of your neck and let you fall face up at the base of the three mirrors in which you had admired yourself just a few minutes earlier.
Looking down at you, Frank couldn't help notice that even in death you were beautiful. Now all he had to do was to re-alter the dress back to his original creative idea. That way he'd have the last word at JENNY D's.
: Hi, my name is Jennifer. I'm 36 years old and love to be killed. I'm 5'7" tall with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes. I have a nice round bubble butt and 36d breasts. I'm not particular about how i get killed or die, as long as i do. Anyway, have some fun with me, I'll be looking forward to seeing what you will do to me.....