“Hello Mother”

Posted by tina on January 07, 20014 at 20:30:38:

Hi, everyone! This is the story of a delightful double cross. Enjoy!

“Hello Mother”
(In memory of Sherry and inspired by her daughter Rachel)
By tina

“Hello mother,” Rachel said as she entered Sherry’s bedroom. Her mother was one of those extraordinary women who looked good in clothes but was even more gorgeous naked. Rachel’s mother was nude, wrists handcuffed behind her back, and Rachel saw the look of surprise on her face.
“I was expecting your brother,” Sherry finally replied as she shifted nervously on the chair by her dressing table. “Mr. Smith said we were waiting for a surprise.”
“I see you have met Mr. Smith,” Rachel said quite smugly as she walked over to where her mother sat.
“Yes, Mr. Smith has explained what is to happen.” Rachel shot the hit man a scornful look but he simply shrugged his broad shoulders as if to say, “So what?”
Rachel placed the decorative pink bag down on the dressing table, bent over and kissed Sherry on the cheek. “I brought you a present, mother,” Rachel said coolly as she reached into the bag. “I bought a pair of your favorite stockings from Victoria Secrets.” Rachel was pleased to hear her mother’s gasp. “Well, actually I bought them for both of you.”
Sherry watched as her daughter opened the package holding the pair of black nylons. Rachel pulled the pair of nylons out of their cellophane wrapper and handed one of the sheer black stockings to Mr. Smith. Rachel walked over to the bad. She sat down and Sherry clearly heard the hiss of Rachel’s hose as she crossed her legs. Sherry watched with growing dread as Rachel ran the other stocking through her hands.
“Rachel, why?” Sherry asked with shuddering breaths. Rachel was surprised to see fear in her mother’s face.
“It’s about the money, mother. Your company took out a $2,000,000 life insurance policy on your life. I need that money so I need you dead!” Rachel nodded to Mr. Smith. Sherry turned her head toward the hired killer. He was walking behind her as he wrapped the black stocking around his gloved hands. Then she turned back toward her daughter. “You won’t get away with this,” Sherry told her daughter.
“Actually mother Zack is going to take the fall. The receipt for the stockings is tucked neatly in his box at home. Mr. Smith has collected some of Zack’s hair which he will leave as evidence.”
Mr. Smith was behind Sherry. With practiced skill he wound the black stocking around Sherry’s throat. Rachel watched very closely as the stocking went under her mother’s chin. The hire killer quickly had the silky stocking looped around Sherry’s throat. Rachel was focused on her mother’s throat as the stocking was drawn tight. Her mother was babbling something about a surprise and Mr. Smith and then she was gasping for air. It was all Rachel had hoped for as the killer strangled her lovely mother. Sherry was bucking in the chair as the band of nylon squeezed down to a thin black strip that quickly disappeared into the folds of skin of her neck. Sherry’s lips where wide as the killer pulled the ligature tight. Her eyes bulged wide from the pressure of the hideous strangulation.
Rachel’s hand went instinctively to her throat as she watched the grisly scene. She realized she was holding the other stocking and quickly dropped it on the bed.
Her mother was trying to reach up to free the ligature but the handcuffs prevented her from getting her hands up to her throat. Her mother’s face was a mottled pink and her features were distorted as Mr. Smith held the stocking tight around Sherry’s neck. Rachel stared at her mother’s long legs as they kicked and thrashed about during her final minutes. Her blond bush was neatly trimmed for the summer and it came into view as Sherry’s legs opened and closed as she struggled to break free of Mr. Smith’s murderous grasp.
Then Sherry had focused her bulging eyes on Rachel. Rachel had tried to look away but there was something about watching her darling mother being strangled that had held her gaze. Rachel smiled as it was evident Sherry was almost finished. Oddly it almost appeared as though her mother was smiling back but Rachel had thought it must be just the smiling grimace caused by the expert strangulation.
When it was over Mr. Smith removed his handcuffs from Sherry’s wrists. Rachel saw angry red lines in her mother’s delicate skin left by her fight against the steel bracelets.
“You owe me another $5,000,” Mr. Smith said as he walked over to where Rachel sat on the bed. Rachel reached into her handbag and drew out a white envelope. She handed it to Mr. Smith and he put it in his suite coat pocket.
“Your mother offered me double if I’d let her live,” Mr. Smith said, “but I told her a deal is a deal and a contract is a contract.” Rachel stood up, stretched out her hand and said, “And we did have a deal.” Mr. Smith deftly clamped the open bracelet around Rachel’s right wrist. “Hey, wait, what are you doing?” Rachel squealed in pain as Mr. Smith quickly cuffed her wrists behind her back. “After I told your mother I still planned to kill her she made a different proposal. She offered me double if I killed you too.”
Rachel squirmed on the bed as she tried to free herself from the handcuffs. “That’s not fair! We had a deal!”
“Yes, Rachel, we had a deal,” Mr. Smith replied as he picked up the other black stocking from the bed, “But now I have a deal with your mother.”
Rachel watched the hit man pluck the nylon stocking from the bed. “No, No!” she screamed, “This isn’t right.” She had felt him wrap the sheer nylon around her throat. “Wait! I’ll give you more money. There’s…ah…fifty…no wait a hundred thousand in the safe. I know the combination. It’s all yours but just don’t kill me.”
“Rachel, I know the combination to the safe,” Mr. Smith replied as he brushed Rachel’s hair away from her face. “Of course there is only $80,000 there now.” Rachel gasped as she felt the stocking tighten. The young woman’s mind had raced as she tried to think of a way out.
The hired killer had moved up on the bed and had her pinned down as he drew the black nylon tighter and tighter. The pressure in Rachel’s head was terrible. Her chest heaved as she tried to draw air past the silky stocking. Her legs thrashed wildly behind her as she tried to buck Mr. Smith off her back. She twisted her head around and could see the stocking top wrapped around Mr. Smith’s right hand. She was surprised to see such a calm look on his face as he strangled her without mercy. She was unaware of the pain of the handcuffs cutting into her wrists as she yanked hard to free her hands. That pain was secondary to the burning sensation in her chest and the awful throbbing in her head.
“A train is coming,” Rachel thought with terrifying confusion. The roar was simply the throbbing of the blo0d vessels in her ears. No train was coming but death approached. Rachel felt something pop and her body relaxed.
“Please stop,” she begged the hit man she had hired to do her bidding. He did stop but only after Rachel was strangled to death.
Mother and daughter wore the brand new nylon necklaces that Rachel had purchased. Mr. Smith had read with satisfaction that the son had been arrested for the murders. For some reason the young man had confessed to hiring a killer to strangle his mother and sister. Mr. Smith had shaken his head.
“What a wonderful odd world it is,” he had thought as he turned to the want ads.