Posted by Rodney on November 22, 2001 at 22:39:37:
Jenny Kilmey's Honor:
He left the car parked at the bottom of the hill.
The climb took five minutes and he was puffing a
little when he reached the top. He climbed the
stone wall and let himself in the french doors.
He sat in the big leather easy chair and looked
around. Even in the dim light from the foyer, he
could see the giant nude smiling down on him from
above the fireplace. Her blonde hair covered one
of her huge breasts, but the other aimed it's
nipple right at him. Clad only in white lace panties
..legs spread wide, hands on her hips.
He could feel the intense sexual, seductive feeling
projecting from the life sized painting. The like-
ness commissioned by Don Brandini after he had
spent a memorbale evening with Jack's new find.
The Don liked to personally interview perspective
new employees. That must have been a in depth
interview.
Being totally without any inhibitions, Jenny had
mounted the painting over her mantel.
For the past two years, Jennifer Kilmey had been
his partner. He had found her working as an exotic
dancer in an exclusive private club in New Orleans.
He immediately recognized his own ruthless shadow
and the girl's taste for adventure and luxury.
Recruiting her into the Don's organization had been
easy. Her only function was to kill...quickly and
efficently. Jack taught Jenny all the lessons he
had learned over the years and he found the blonde
to be a willing and enthusastic pupil. The girl
quickly becoming adept with a gun, knife or garrote.
...And the art of sex and seduction.
Jack liked working with a female partner. Posing as
your average husband and wife was excellent cover.
Women could go places and do things he could not.
Many a prey had been lured into bed...and then
eliminated.
Jenny was Jack's third partner. The other two were
dead. This line of work didn't usually result in
retirement on Miami Beach.
Now...Don Brandini had discovered that Jenny had
broken her oath to him. That she was now working
secretly for the Don's chief rival...the Arsono
syndicate. Jenny had already did a hit on two of
Brandini's top Lieutenant's in Boston and New York.
Jack had recruited Jenny...taught her...worked with
her. The Don had given Jack the assignment.
The roar of the powerful sports car faded and died
out front. Heels clicked across the marble tiles
of the foyer.
"Flick on the light by the door and come right in,
Jenny", he said.
The blue eyes widened with suprise. She stood framed
in the doorway...wearing an all black outfit. Black
sleeveless tight sweater..short black leather skirt
...tall black leather boots. Her long blonde hair
flowed over her shoulders and between her shoulder
blades, glossy and thick to the middle of her back.
She made a try at opening her black leather handbag.
"Never mind", he said, leveling the Beretta 9mm at
the blonde. "Just come right on in and sit down."
"Jack, what are you doing here?"
"Don Brandini knows all about you, sweetheart.
That's why I'm here. Now...Just hand me the purse.
...Now!"
She tossed the purse to him. "Well..snub-nosed
thirty-eight. No little pea-shooters for you, eh.
Real live gut-buster, right?"
"You taught me, darling. Lesson #14...Carry a
weapon big enought to do the job, but small enough
to conceal", Jenny smiled.
"How good are you with this thing? Never mind.
We're going to find out!
"Are we, Jack?", the blonde grinned.
"Yeah. Would you like to tell me why the switch
to Arsono?"
"Career enhancement. More money...profit sharing..,
...expense account...401K...", she threw back her
tawny mane of hair, giggling.
"They put me in charge down here when they're boy
failed to make it against the competition...US!"
"Vernon Huffman in Boston was yours, wasn't he?"
"Yes."
"And Bob Wyatt in New York?"
She shrugged. "It's the business. You should know
that, darling. You taught me."
He could picture Hoffman and Wyatt each taking a
slug from the blonde..while flaunting her ass and
beauty and hard efficency.
"You swore an oath to Don Brandini, baby. Your word
of Honor."
She merely looked amused. "Honor...really Jack! To
a Mafioso! Look...it's a simple as this. I'm going
to operate the entire East coast...big business
sweetie...drugs, gambling, prostiution. Going to go
head to head with the Brandini outfit. I need you,
Jack. This is the chance to be a major player...
instead of just a hired gun", she grinned like a
Cheshire cat.
"Really? You were going to cut me in all along?"
"Yes, darling", she said in that throaty voice that
sends chills up and down his spine. " We could have
a very profitable association."
She made "association" sound like a four-letter
word.
He saw that besides the obvious bribe, she was
going to use her body to make a try for him. She
began to shed her clothing a piece at a time. When
she was down to those white lace panties..black
garter belt...nylons..and those knee high black
boots...she cane to the end of the large, marble
coffee table..opposite the chair.
He stood up. like two chess players, they faced
each other across the table. Her football sized
breasts were full and firm, the nipples peaking
hard and erect with excitement.
He clicked back the hammer of the thirty-eight he
had taken from her and slid it across the table,
butt first.
"There it is! I'm going to slip mine in the holster,
now. You go for it whenever your ready!"
Jenny looked down at the thirty-eight.
"Must we, Jack?"
"You know we must. Besides, this will be your chance
to find out if you are as good as you think you
are."
He looked at the portrait. How the artist kept from
eating his own brushes, while he used her as a
model...would forever remain a mystery to him.
He caught the blurred movement in the edge of his
vision when she went for the gun.
He turned quickly.
Jenny came erect...a blonde waterfall swirling
around her face and shoulders. Mammoth tits firm
and hard and thrust towards him. The black muzzle
of the snub-nosed thirty-eight was coming up for his
chest.
Jenny felt her nipples go rigid with excitement
almost to much to bear...as she brought her gun
up in a swift, short arc. Heart in her throat, she
pulled back on the trigger.
Jack's own pistol was out and lined up on her navel.
Jack spun from the bullet shock.
At the same moment...Jenny gave a choked grunt..
...blue eyes bulging...the..I..don't...believe...it
...look flashing across her amazed face. Mouth open
in big, round suprise.
For a long moment...there was no evidence of damage
to that gorgeous body.....then, the darkness of the
girl's navel turned red and began to leak!
The shock of the copper jacketed 9 slug burning it's
torturous..tormenting way through her navel unhinged
the blonde's voluptous body violently forwards...a
tumbling blonde waterfall cascading over her pain
contorted face. Big breasts swinging out and down.
"Ahhhhh....S...SHIT!", Jenny exclaimed, as she felt
the hot kiss of Jack's bullet...as it churned and
burned it's excruciating way through her navel..she
stared in fascination at the thin dribble of blood
oozing from her navel...the only visible sign of
the slug deep inside...a bullet that was setting
her guts on fire!
Fighting the searing, drawing pain...Jenny forced
herself erect..tossing blonde hair away from her
face...massive tits bouncing and twirling...as her
shapely hips did an agonized dance.
Jack rolled to his knees...chest aching. Across the
coffee table...he could see the buxom blonde un-
dulating with the gnawing pain in her abdomen.
Jenny saw Jack coming up on his knees.
"J..Jack...You..g..gut shooting...B..Bastard!",
Jenny screamed...her gun spitting orange flame.
Jack heard the glass shatter somewhere behind him,
felt the force of the second slug impact his chest.
He fired.
Jenny shrieked as his slug scrambled more of her
intestines...giving the girl another navel...an inch
above the one she'd been born with.
"AIIIIEEeeee....!!", Jenny squawked...as she did a
fast...1...2...3...4 backward tango...
Jenny felt the searing flash of rampaging pain tear
through her guts...felt herself lifted upwards and
backwards...seemingly to have no control over her
own body.
Then she was falling back into the soft cushions
of the overstuffed couch.
Jack saw the blonde fall backwards, buttocks sinking
into the cushions. Her face of grimace of pain.
Her face a grimace of pain. Her forehead gleamed
with sweat..blonde hair disheveled.
Jenny gaped at the fresh oval entrance wound an
inch above her bleeding navel. The new puncture
spouting blood.
The blondes ass continued to sink into the soft
upholstery...her boot encased legs coming off the
floor..spreading in a wide V...so did her thirty-
eight.
Her sensous hips spazming...legs continuing to
rise and spread...a neat..black hole marring her
lace panties...in a fraction of a second...blood
spurted to distort the clean...crisp outline the
bullet had scorched in the thin fabric.
Jenny still got her shot off, but it whined harm-
lessly off the marbel coffee table.
There she blows!
A real gusher!
The thirty-eight spiraling to the carpet...as
Jenny clutched at the latest blood bubbling hole..
Trying to take hold of her pain.
She looked at the blood leaking from her tightly
laced fingers.
It was incredible to watch...
And it hurt so deep...
Ohhh...shit, her guts were ablaze..
Where was her gun? Didn't matter now...
She was going crazy with it now...
Nothing like this had ever happened to her before..
Nothing!
Oh! the pain...damn fire...
She always could take it..
Could she take much more of this? How..much....?
Musn't let him know...
Musn't give in to the pain...
Musn't let him know how bad she was hurting..
He stood in front of her.
"It'a bad...eh, kid?"
She looked up without moving her head.
"Go..to..h..hell", Jenny stammered. "I..s..shouldn't
sh..shouldn't have...m..m..missed...n...n..never...
...d..did...b...before", the blonde coughed, a thin
trickle of blood coming from the right side of her
full lips.
"You didn't". Jack opened his shirt, exposing the
Kevlar bullet proof vest.
"S..Smart..B..Bastard", Jenny breathed.
He stood up.
"Goodbye Sweetheart. It's the business. You should
know that", he told her. Cold. Without emotion.
A shudder ran the length of that magnificent body.
Jenny fell forward...slowly...twisting in air as
she fell. He stepped aside and let her fall. She
fell on her back.
Jenny felt the liquid fire snaking and rippling
through her bowels...
She could no longer fight the...boiling...scalding
...scorching...sizzling...pain...
She couldn't fight it anymore...
She gave into the pain...
Embraced it...
Head rolling back and forth..
Clenching her teeth...
Ass cheeks slapping against the carpet..
Booted heels beating a steady tatoo...
Her breasts danced in rythm to the liquid flames
that tormented her body...
Hands clutching..
Hips twitching...
Mouth open....
The scream....starting deep within her tortured
body ripped through her writhing lips...
With a shudder...
She went still..
Jack looked down at Jenny. Wearing only a pair of
red panties was a hell of a costume in which to
face the big unknown.
He looked up at the painting.
Time to train a replacement.
EPIGLOUGE:
The life-sized nude now hangs on the wall of Jack's
Den. People who see the painting always comment on
it.
The day after Jenny's death, just after leaving
Proctologist's office...Don Brandi was killed by
car bomb which had been secreted under the rear
end of his limousine.
Jack Nickels is now the right hand man of Don
Arsono....profit sharing, expense account...and
of course, the 401k.
(THE END)
Regards, Rodney
of course, the 401K