Posted by NotThatJack on February 29, 20012 at 09:04:39:
Jack walks carefully keeping the young woman in sight as she walks through the neighborhood. It wasn't a painful job. Her name was Cyndi and she was a stripper from the boss's club , a slim, short girl, straight blond hair to her shoulders with a round, firm ass shifting in her denim jean shorts with the tight white t-shirt above.
Eventually she turns down a short sidewalk lined with trees and stops at a door. Jack looks around and sees nobody so he steps out from behind a tree and walks quickly towards her. As he does, she must have heard something and turns. Jack can see her full breasts pushing against the fabric of the tight t-shirt. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing anything under it.
“Uh Oh”, Jack thinks, “this could be trouble”. His hand goes to the pistol at his rear waistband.
“Jack?”, she says, softly, peering into the darkness, “Is that you?”
Jack puts a nice smile on his face and steps into the light from the porch, “Yeah, Cyndi. It's me.”
She looks at him quizzically, a bit of concern in her voice, “Are you following me?”
“Orders. Boss said to follow and make sure you got home OK”
“Do you do this often?”, she says with a hint of flirtation in her voice.
“Only this one time. Boss was worried.”
“How come?”
Jack thinks fast and says, “There was this guy. Real creepy. Asking about you. Boss had a feeling and said I oughta keep an eye on you.”
Cyndi shivers, “That's scarey. Well, thanks … I guess. Well, I made it safely so ...”
She starts to put her key in the lock and stops, “Um .. Would you mind coming in with me. You know, just in case.”
“Perfect”, Jack thinks, “Couldn't have worked out better if I'd planned it this way”
“Sure. Good idea. Never know about these creeps”, Jack says as he walks to her side, “give me your keys. I'll go in first, you stay right behind me.”
Jack opens the front door and steps inside. He can feel Cyndi's warmth behind him, her hand on his back.
He turns and locks the door then looks around, “OK, kid, you stay here and I'll take a look around.”
Jack walks walks down the entryway then turns and steps into the living room. He notices that the shades are drawn so nobody will be able to see in.
He walks out of the living room and looks back at Cyndi, who is standing against the door, her eyes wide. Jack nods and mouths the word 'Clear'. Cyndi nods.
Jack then walks down the hall and does the same at the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. While he is in the bedroom, he takes out his gun and the silencer and gets it set. While he does this, he opens and closes the closet door.
Walking back to Cyndi with his gun hand casually behind him, he smiles and gives her a thumbs up.
“No stalker”, he says, “But then, I knew that.”
“Huh?”
“There never was one. That's not why the boss had me follow you home.”
“What? Why, then? You tell me what is going on here!”, she sounds a bit angry.
“Easy, Cyndi.”, Jack says, “He wants me to talk to you and make sure that you don't break any more rules.”
“Rules? What did I ...”, she stops
“Right”, Jack says seriously, “You know what you did. What's the Boss' first rule?”
Cyndi sighs, “Never go in his office without knocking”
“And?”
“Wait until he says it's OK”
“Very good”
“I didn't mean to. I thought he was out.”
“So you walked in on him.”
“Yeah, but it wasn't anything. He didn't say nothing bad, even introduced me to the guy he was talking to.”
“Right. See. That's the problem. You saw the guy with the boss.”
“Oh. Well, I didn't pay any attention. Couldn't even tell you what he looked like”, Cyndi is beginning to sound a bit worried.
“I understand”, Jack says, “But you might remember him when you see his picture in the paper tomorrow.”
Cyndi stares at Jack, “He's famous?”
Jack shakes his head, “Not really, but they'll have a picture after they find his body”
Cyndi gasps, “B-body?”
Jack smiles coldly and glances at his watch, “Yeah, should be dead by now.”
“Oh god”, Cyndi says in a shaky voice.
Jack lets his hand holding the silenced pistol ease from behind him, “Yep. You broke the rule, now you die.”
“No!!”, the girl cries and turns to the door, her hand grabbing the doorknob.
The silenced pistol barks twice and two red flowers bloom on the young stripper's back above each hip as she stumbles forward and hits the door. Her hand trembles as she reaches for the doorknob and turns it. The door does not open.
Jack steps up and puts his arm around her shoulders, “Come on, babe, the door's locked. You can't get out.”
He turns her around and leads her away from the door, “Come on. Let's get this done.”
Cyndi leans against Jack as he keeps his arm around her. Her breath comes is gasps.
“Jack? Wha … what … happened? Don' feel so good”
Jack can tell that she is in shock as he begins to walk her into the living room. He says, “I shot you. In the back. Twice.”
She stops and looks up at him. Suddenly she gasps, “Hurts. Oh god.”
Her eyes go wide, and her knees buckle. Jack holds her and then bends and slipping his arm under her knees, lifts the young woman up. She moans and her arms go tight around his neck.
Jack moves quickly to the couch and lowers her so that she is lying on her back.
The blond looks at him and reaches out to him with both hands, “Please … Jack … help me.”
“Sure, Cyndi, sure”, Jack says softly. He puts the gun on the side table and bends over to pulls her tight t-shirt from her waistband. Then he lifts her to a sitting position and begins to pull it over her head, forcing her arms up. It sticks a bit as it moves past the bullet holes. Jack gives the shirt a yank.
Cyndi screams weakly as the pain hits her and her back arches.
As the t-shirt is pulled off, her breasts shake and then almost seem to pool on her chest as she drops back onto the couch. Jack drops the bloody shirt on the floor and looks at the young stripper.
Her hands move around her chest and she looks at him, vulnerable, “What are you doing?”
“I'm taking your clothes off.”, Jack says as he caresses her left tit, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. She brings her hands up to push his away from her chest. Jack bats them away.
“Stop. Please. Don't do this.”
“No. I want you naked”
Then he unsnaps her denim shorts and unzips them. Grabbing the sorts and panties, he pulls them down her legs and throws them aside, knocking her high heeled shoes off .
“No. Don't do this.”, she says, pleading, “Please, don't hurt me.”
“Hurt you? I'm going to kill you.”
Jack stands up and looks at Cyndi, lying on the couch, naked, blood pooling from under her back.
“Oh god. No”, she cries as she tries to sit up and move back but is too weak to do much.
Jack picks up the gun as he says grimly, “And I want you naked because I want to fuck you while you die.”
Cyndi's mouth opens to scream as Jack lifts the gun and fires twice more. Cyndi grunts as the two bullets slam into her just under her navel. She gives a guttural moan as her hands clutch at her gut and her legs curl up. Blood oozes between her fingers.
Jack quickly strips off his clothes, his erection springing up as he watches her writhe in pain.
He sits on the couch and grabs the young blond under her arms, lifting her up. Cyndi cries out as Jack settles her on his lap, her legs straddling him.
Jack lifts her up and holds her there, shifting until his dick is positioned at the entrance to her pussy.
Cyndi's eyes open wider and she shakes her head, “Oh. Noooo.”
Then he eases her down, letting gravity slip him into her. Cyndi gasps as Jack grabs her waist and begins to lift her up and down on his shaft. Jack smiles as he feels the silky smoothness shift of her pussy on his dick as her bloody belly slides against him, slick and sticky at the same time.
She grunts at each plunge, her eyes closing and opening in time. Then a wave of pain washes over her and she screams weakly as her back arches. Jack can feel her pussy tighten and release.
Tightening his grip on her waist, he slams the beauty up and down on his shaft, causing her to even more pain.
Her ravaged body convulses in agony and Jack feels waves rippling through her pussy, bringing him to a peak of pleasure. Blood begins to cover her lips and drip from her mouth.
“I'm getting close, doll”, Jack says, “Time for the final act”
He looks her in the eyes and can see she knows that there is no hope and that she will die here, in pain and with him inside her. He lifts the gun and places the barrel between her breasts. The young blond blinks and looks at him. She can see her end in his eyes and shakes her head slowly, mouthing the word “No” over and over.
Jack pulls the trigger. Cyndi's grunts and her eyes and mouth snap wide open. Jack can feel her pussy tighten and her arms and legs wrap around him.
Cyndi's eyes begin to roll back and Jack pulls the trigger again. Her eyes open wide again as she looks at him. Tremors shake her body and Jack can feel them through her pussy, bringing him to climax. He erupts into her again and again as he watches her eyes as they look at him in horror and then glaze in death.
Jack leans back and takes a deep breath.
“Man, there's nothing like it”, he mutters to himself as he stands, Cyndi's body dropping with a wet thud on the floor, and puts his clothes back on. While he is dressing, he picks up a phone and makes a call.
“Done. Send the cleaners”, he says quietly, hangs up the phone and walks out.