Posted by Vinnie on December 11, 2007 at 19:27:47:
The Glamorous Life, Part 2: Cutthroat Business
By Vinnie
The reception area was secure. Julie Jackson was dead. Spread across her desk. Nearly nude. Long platinum hair draping to the floor. Phone cord twisted tightly around her pretty throat. Her only remaining article of clothing, a pair of shiny white stiletto-heeled boots, dangled limply over the edge of the desk. Mr. Smith climbed off Julie’s curvaceous corpse, taking a moment to clean himself off on her white leather miniskirt. The first part of his mission was complete. He’d made it through the front door, and into the corporate offices of erotic fashion retailer ‘Glamorous Life’. Julie had been his first obstacle at the reception desk. She had tried to call for help. There had been a struggle. Desperate. Prolonged. Now she was gone. Permanently. Mr. Smith had lingered with her for awhile, but now it was time to move on. There was more work to be done.
As he opened the inside door and peered down the hallway, Mr. Smith caught sight of another vision. A voluptuous vision of loveliness. Cassandra. Walking his way.
Coming right to him.
Standing 5’11” tall, with elegant facial features, a long mane of dark brunette hair, and a 135-lb., toned dancer's body, Cassandra Cassidy moved like a proud young sex goddess, her spectacular 44-24-36 hourglass figure poured into a body-hugging skirt and sweater ensemble. Hair flowing. Hips swaying. Tits bouncing. Heels clicking. The sultry and sexy 25-year-old brunette sales representative and fashion model wore a black satin pencil skirt, low-cut red sweater, sheer backseam thigh-high stockings, and ankle-strap black pumps with 4” stiletto heels. Long, lustrous dark hair framed her exotic face, draping across one eye, sweeping over her shoulders, flowing in waves down her back, swishing side-to-side across her tight ass as she strutted down the hall. She saw a stranger near the door to the reception area. Interesting. Who was this guy? How did he get past the front desk? No one was allowed into the main office without an escort. This shouldn’t happen. Certainly not now. Not this close to product launch. A stranger in the office? That’s odd. How did he get past Julie? Great. Just great. That’s all we need right now. Some jerk walking in off the street. Who could he be? Hopefully not a newspaper reporter. Or a fucking cop! Everyone was already on edge. A little uneasy. A little jumpy. ‘Glamorous Life’ was on the verge. On the verge of launching its entire line of fashions, lingerie, cosmetics, jewelry. Any day now. And everyone knew that its business rivals were upset. There had been charges. Threats. Accusations of corporate espionage. Eavesdropping. Theft of trade secrets. It was all hearsay. Rumors. No one could prove a thing. And threats of a lawsuit? Go ahead and try. A court case could take years. But these competitors were still angry. Very angry. They would lose business. They would lose a great deal of business when ‘Glamorous Life’ fashions hit the market. Now there was a stranger in the office. What was he up to? What did he want? Gotta stay cool. Just deal with him the usual way. Flirt with him. Sweet talk him. Tease him a little. Find out what he’s up to. And get his ass out of the office before he stumbles onto something. After that, get back to ‘business as usual’.
Cassandra’s expensive diamond and gold chandelier earrings swung sexily back and forth from her delicate ears as she slowly strolled toward the stranger, seductively turning her head and smiling, crimson gloss glistening on her full, lush lips.
“May I help you?”
“Yes, young lady, as a matter of fact, you can! My name is Smith, Mr. Smith. I’m here on business. I’m looking for the sales meeting and photo shoot. I’m running a little late. Perhaps you can direct me to the right location. I’d appreciate it very much. And, by the way, may I use your men’s room? I need to clean up a bit more before I meet the sales staff and the models. And I’m also very interested in looking at possible job opportunities with your company. I have a great deal of experience in the industry. Perhaps you can help me. Yes, I’m sure you can. And, by the way, you are a lovely girl. Just lovely. And quite voluptuous, I might add. Your red sweater is exceptionally tight. And very low-cut. Is that what they call a ‘plunging neckline’? It’s very sexy, but a bit too provocative for the office, if you ask me. If I worked here, I’m not sure I could control myself. I might have to…Well, in any case, did I happen to mention that I have a ‘killer’ resume? Yes, it’s ‘killer’, young lady, absolutely ‘killer’.”
“Smith? Mr. Smith was it? Well, I’m Cassandra. Cassandra Cassidy. Excuse me, but how did you get in here? Did Julie let you in? That should never have happened. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Strangers aren’t allowed access into the main office. This whole area is off limits. Were you really expecting to meet the sales staff and models? I’m sorry, Mr. Smith. That’s not going to happen. You need to leave. Right now. And another thing, we don’t have a men’s restroom. Only women work in this office. You’ll have to go someplace else if you need to pee!”
“Well, Ms. Cassidy, I must say that this is all very disappointing. I was so hoping to meet the staff and the models. Perhaps if I show you my ‘killer’ resume, you’ll change your mind. It’s quite extensive. I have a great deal of experience. Once you see what I can do, you’ll never be the same again. And, Cassandra, at the risk of being too bold, I must say again that you are a lovely girl. Just lovely. Is everyone here as beautiful as you? I certainly hope so. You are a very tall and voluptuous young woman. With such a silky and shiny mane of long, wavy, dark hair. My God! You have an absolutely spectacular figure. What are your measurements, by the way? You have a very small waist for someone with such large breasts! You also appear to be a bit older than your colleague Julie. She was only 21. I’m guessing that you must be around 25. Am I right? That’s a wonderful outfit you’re wearing. Very sexy. Love the tight skirt and red sweater. The backseam stockings and black stiletto heels. You look gorgeous. Is it all part of your clothing line? I hope so. It’s very sexy. Perhaps you can tell me all about it. You are such a tall and busty girl. So tanned and toned. So leggy. And adorned with all that flashy gold jewelry. You look like an Amazon, Cassandra! A real Amazon!”
“Mr. Smith, I am not an “Amazon”. I am “full-figured”. In fact, I am the company spokesmodel for our newest line of glamorous and sexy office wear for the full-figured businesswoman. I was chosen personally by Ms. Carter for the job. I’m so glad you like my outfit, Mr. Smith! It’s part of our exclusive line of sexy skirts and sweaters. I’m wearing a black stretch satin pencil skirt with ruffled trim that is specifically designed to show off my “assets”, so to speak. The skirt has a figure-hugging fit with a hemline cut just above the knee. I particularly like the way it fits across the derriere. Nice and tight. With plenty of curve. And the long slit up the back makes it especially sexy when I’m walking. The satin material is so smooth and sleek. So glossy and tight. I just love it!
The accessories include items from our own exclusive lingerie line – a lace garter belt and G-string set, ultra-sheer backseamed Cuban heel stockings, and 4” black ankle-strap spike heels. The stockings and heels really highlight the curve and contour of my calves, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Ms. Cassidy, you most certainly have legs ‘to die for’. They’re lovely. Just lovely. Your calves have beautiful shape and length. Your stiletto heels and silk stockings are quite sexy. And your ‘assets’ look most alluring and inviting, wrapped so tightly in that black satin pencil skirt. Please go on.”
“Well, Mr. Smith, we also have our own line of cosmetics, including makeup, mascara, eye shadow, and nail polish. I’m wearing it all! My lip gloss is our latest creation. ‘Candy Kiss’. Do you like the bright crimson shade? My lips will stay wet and glossy like this all day long! And have you noticed my perfume? It’s called ‘Erotica’. I love the sweet fragrance, don’t you? It works like an aphrodisiac! Take a deep breath, Mr. Smith! Yes, that’s it. A big deep breath. It’s a very erotic scent, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, I think you’re right Ms. Cassidy. The perfume is lovely. Just lovely. It does appear to have the sought after ‘aphrodisiac’ effect - stimulation of sexual desire. I feel it myself. It appears to be working just as it should. It’s wonderful. Please continue.”
“Well, Mr. Smith, all my jewelry comes from our own collection. The choker necklace, chandelier earrings, arm bracelets, rings, anklets, and wrist watch are all 18-carat gold! I love the way everything glistens and shines in the light, don’t you! I’ve also got a diamond and gold body piercing, but I’m afraid you can’t see it right now. It’s in a very intimate place. Would you like to know where it is? I’ll give you a little hint. It’s rubbing against the inside of my black lace G-string right now! Mr. Smith? Mr. Smith, are you alright? You’re beginning to look a little ‘queasy’. What’s the matter? Do you need some fresh air? Perhaps you’d like me to show you to the door now. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be such a tease. Do I make you nervous, Mr. Smith?”
“Not at all, Ms. Cassidy, not at all. I’m enjoying our conversation very much. Your presentation is quite provocative. You are a bit of a tease, I must say, but I’m learning so much. All the gold jewelry you’re wearing looks lovely on you. Just lovely. The necklace. All your rings and bracelets. Those dangly earrings. The shiny anklets. Even those pretty toe rings. You are quite a fashionable young lady, Ms. Cassidy. Adorned with all that expensive jewelry. 18-carat gold did you say? And a diamond and gold piercing. It all must be worth a great deal of money. How much would you say it’s all worth? Don’t worry, Ms. Cassidy. I’ll find out for myself. Later. In the meantime, I am certainly intrigued by your gold piercing. And it’s intimate location. It sounds very sexy, and I’m sure it’s lovely. Just lovely. But for now…Please, Ms. Cassidy, please continue. Tell me more.”
“Well, here’s the best part, Mr. Smith. The red sweater I’m wearing is made of our new blended polyester-spandex material. It fits like a glove, almost like a second skin. Long sleeved, but with a plunging V-neckline to show off lots of deep cleavage. Yet, at the same time, offering lots of support for a well-endowed woman such as myself. The material is so supportive, in fact, that I can even go braless if I so desire. As I’m doing today! And that’s asking a lot when you’re a very large and firm 44DD as I am! Do you like them, Mr. Smith? I mean, my sweater, of course. Do you like my sweater?”
“Of course I like your sweater, Ms. Cassidy. It’s lovely. Just lovely! So very stretchy and tight. With such a wide and deep plunging neckline. And such a bright and brilliant neon-red color. Your figure is phenomenal. You have an absolutely enormous amount of natural talent, Ms. Cassidy. I can certainly see that! Please go on.”
“Well, Mr. Smith, did you know that we have our own personal stylist here at ‘Glamorous Life’ who does our hair, makeup, and nails every day! And you’re so right about my hair. It certainly is ‘silky and shiny’, just as you said. It has such a rich, dark color. It’s so lush and long. And it hangs all the way down to my waist! So, what do you think? Doesn’t my hair look gorgeous! It’s so long, lustrous, and thick, wouldn’t you agree? Here, let me show you!”
Cassandra took a step back so that Mr. Smith could get a real good look. Flashing her trademark dimpled grin, she brushed her thick mane of dark hair away from her face, and took a moment to spread another coat of red gloss on her pouty, bee-stung lips. Smiling seductively, the beautiful brunette tilted her head back to let her long hair glide out behind. With shoulders pulled back and breasts thrust forward, she stretched out her shapely legs, turning her slender ankles side-to-side, tapping her pointy spike heels on the floor as she began an erotic pirouette. She smiled again, placing hands on hips as she slowly turned around, posing on her black stiletto heels, flaunting her beautiful backside, luxuriant hair, and killer calves as she spun in a slow circle for her latest admirer.
“Well, what do you think, Mr. Smith? Wouldn’t you like to work for a beautiful, sensuous, full-figured woman like me? Someone sexy and glamorous. Someone dressed head-to-toe in erotic fashions from ‘Glamorous Life’. Wouldn’t any man want to work for a woman like that? A woman like me? Yes, I’m sure any man would, Mr. Smith, any man! So, what do you think?”
“Well, Cassandra, may I call you Cassandra? I think perhaps I’d rather work my cock deep and hard into that lovely “asset” of yours than actually work for you. And I still think you’re a beautiful “Amazon”. An extremely buxom one at that. You are absolutely “stacked”, Cassandra. Like a brick house! I’ve never seen a lovelier pair of tits than yours. ‘Big naturals’ is what I think they’re called. They are lovely, just lovely! I’ll bet your boyfriend enjoys those tits of yours, Cassandra! I’ll bet he enjoys them very much! Now I’d like to meet the rest of the staff and models. And I want you to handle the introductions!”
“Mr. Smith! For someone who just walked in the door, and, uninvited I might add, you certainly are quite rude and sexist in your attitude. I’m pleased that you find my ‘assets’ so appealing, but they’re off limits to you, Mr. Smith. Off limits! My tits and ass are none of your business! And, as I said before, I am not an “Amazon”. I happen to be a very beautiful and curvaceous full-figured businesswoman. Ready for anything. And anyone. Ready to take the business world by storm. We here at “Glamorous Life” are on the move. We are poised to become the hottest company in the business. We have developed the sexiest and most glamorous clothing line ever imagined. Created, modeled, and marketed by our staff of equally glamorous women. We can’t be stopped. This is what men and women want, Mr. Smith. Clothing that is literally dripping with a sense of seductiveness, sexuality, and eroticism. And we’re about to deliver it to the public! It’s a cutthroat business, Mr. Smith. And we are determined to win at all costs. Now, it’s time for you to leave as I have an important meeting to attend just down the hall, and you are not invited! I’ll be modeling the outfit I’m wearing for our sales and marketing staff in just a few minutes so you need to leave right now! Here, let me show you out! And, by the way, I don’t have a ‘boyfriend’, Mr. Smith. I have ‘boyfriends’ and ‘girlfriends’. Lots of them. And they all enjoy my tits, Mr. Smith, they all do! Now, it’s time for you to leave!” Please follow me, and I’ll escort you to the door!”
Cassandra turned towards the door. Mr. Smith stared intently. Ogling her ample curves as they wiggled down the hall. Eyeing her shapely hips as they rocked and rolled like waves on the ocean. Following the dark backseams running up her stocking-clad legs as they disappeared under the hem of her skirt. Admiring the curve and tightness of her shapely calves. Enjoying the erotic “click, click, click” of her seductive black stiletto heels on the hardwood floor. Watching her towering tits shake and jiggle like erotic mounds of jello inside the skintight sweater. Savoring the sway and bounce of the thick mane of silky brunette hair spilling like a waterfall down her back.
Cassandra reached the end of the hallway. Flinging open the door, she stepped into the reception area. She scanned the room. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes went wide. There lay Julie. Spread-eagled on her desk with the phone cord still wrapped around her pretty throat, platinum hair hanging to the floor on one side, white stiletto boots dangling off the other, stripped naked of her white leather miniskirt and halter top, her tanned and toned body glistening all over, drenched in some kind of sticky fluid.
“Oh my God! Julie! Oh my God! Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith! Please hurry! Something’s happened! Something’s happened in the reception area! It’s Julie! She’s…She’s…dead! Oh my God! Mr. Smith! Call 911! Hurry! Please hurry! Mr. Smith! What’s this stuff? What’s all this sticky white stuff all over her...her face! On her lips! All over her breasts! Her ass! Between her…her…legs! All over her boots! Ohhhh, Mr. Smith! I know what this is! It’s…It’s! Oh my God, Mr. Smith! Oh, no! Ohhhhh, Noooooo! Smith? Smith? That’s not your real name is it? Oh my God! That’s not your real name! You did this. You did this, didn’t you! You…You…Please! Please, Mr. Smith! I…I…I’ll do anything you want. Wait! Wait! Just…Just…Please…Wait!...Please don’t…don’t! What…What do you want? What…What…What are you going to do?”
Mr. Smith quickly and silently closed the gap between them. Taking Cassandra’s shapely hips in his hands, he spun her around and pressed into her from behind. She gasped, sucking in mouthfuls of air as he stepped in close, pushing his bulging cock into the back of her tight skirt, pumping his hips against her round ass, sliding his hands through her thick, dark hair, reaching around her slender waist to caress and stroke the front of her skintight red sweater, sliding his hands across her tight tummy and over the colossal curves of her prodigious chest, pinching her hard nipples, gripping her bountiful breasts with his two strong hands, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her titanic tits as he whispered softly in her ear.
“What do I want? I want to meet the sales staff and models, of course, and I want you to show me where they are. What am I going to do? I’m going to put you out of business, Cassandra. Liquidate your beautiful ‘assets’. Today. Right now. Then I’ll be doing a little ‘exploring’. I need to find that sexy little gold piercing you’ve got hidden out of sight. I’m going to take it with me when I leave. It’s time, Cassandra. Time for you and your big tits to take me to the conference room so that I can meet everyone. I want you to model your hot new outfit for them. And you’re right, it’s a cutthroat business, baby. A cutthroat business. Say goodbye to the Glamorous Life.”
As the full-bosomed brunette beauty began to scream, Mr. Smith covered her red-painted mouth with his left hand, clicked open his long switchblade, and drew it slowly across her slender throat, just above her shiny gold choker necklace. A thin red line appeared, and blood began to trickle down her neck, streaming across her swelling breasts, flowing like a crimson waterfall between her tits, pouring down into her deep cleavage. He delivered a quick backhand slash across the front of Cassandra’s skintight red sweater, slicing through her big, braless tits and large, erect nipples, carving deep into her firm and delicious breast meat. As Cassandra squealed and spun on her stiletto heels, Mr. Smith drove the bloody blade between her shoulders, leaving it there to wiggle on her back as she began to stumble down the hallway towards the conference room. Blood bubbled on her glossy red lips as she staggered on stiletto heels, long hair falling across her breasts, knees buckling as her hands clawed at her wounded throat and ruined rack. She tried to reach back over her shoulders. Twisting. Turning. But the sharp knife was just out of reach. She staggered again, falling from side to side, reaching up and over, reaching around and behind, trying to grasp the switchblade buried deep in her back.
Not knowing which hole to plug, the delirious damsel clutched her succulent 44DD tits in her hands, carrying them like two ripe melons as she careened down the hallway, blood pouring across the front of her tight sweater, shapely hips rocking, tight buns wiggling, the switchblade jiggling up and down in her back. With Mr. Smith close behind, Cassandra crashed through the conference room door, picking up speed as she stumbled forward, squealing and gurgling as she clawed frantically at her wounds. She plowed into the table, flopping forward, landing face first with a wet, squishy thud, writhing and squirming, long legs splayed out behind her, pointy spike heels dragging along the floor, head down and ass in the air, black skirt stretched to the limit over her tight buns, long hair fanning out across the table, voluptuous body impaled on the long switchblade knife that rose like a tower out of her back.
“Good afternoon ladies, my name is Smith. Mr. Smith. Sorry, we’re a bit late. And sorry about the mess. I’m afraid that Cassandra isn’t feeling too well. She’s bleeding a bit as you can see. I don’t think she’s gonna make it. In any case, you’ll all be pleased to know that she’s wearing the sexy new outfit she was scheduled to model for you all: black pencil skirt, red sweater, seamed stockings, lace garter belt, G-string, and black stiletto heels. It was a very sexy ensemble. I’m sure it would have been a big seller. Cassandra looked absolutely gorgeous. I’m ashamed to admit that I was ‘rock hard’ the instant I saw her. Just from seeing her big braless tits stretch out the front of that sweater, and watching her ass cheeks jiggle inside that tight skirt. Unfortunately, she’ll only get to wear this outfit once. By the way, did I mention my name? It’s Smith. Mr. Smith. I’m here for the meeting and photo shoot. I’m not quite ready for my presentation so please bear with me while I finish preparing. It will only take a minute.”
As blood pooled on the table, Mr. Smith slid the knife out of Cassandra’s back and slipped it between her legs. Thrusting the knife upward, he sliced open the back of the tight black skirt from hem to ass, cutting through her lace garter belt and G-string, exposing the lace tops of her backseam stockings, the bare flesh of her upper thighs, and the naked skin of her round, firm ass. As his audience looked on in stunned silence, Mr. Smith removed a pair of Glock 17s from his briefcase and placed them on either side of Cassandra while he stepped between her twitching legs. He slid his hands up her curvy calves, along her firm thighs, and over her generous hips, pulling her gorgeous bubble butt back towards him. High-pitched feminine squeals suddenly filled the room as Mr. Smith mounted Cassandra’s big, round booty from behind, sliding his cock between her hot buns, plunging forward between those tight butt cheeks, driving hard between her ample and curvaceous buttocks. Reaching to either side, he grabbed a pistol with each hand.
“Yeah, Ohhhhhh, Yeaahhh! My God, Cassandra, you are tight. So very tight! Hold on. Hold on. Just a little more. A little more. I’m almost there. Good. That’s good! Yeah, that’s it. Yeah, just like that. I think I’m ready now. I’m just about ready. I think I’m…Ooohhhhhh…just about ready to begin. Have I introduced myself yet? My name is Smith. Mr. Smith. Oh, I may have already said that. Sorry, but I’m having a little trouble concentrating on the business at hand. It’s a bit hard to focus with Cassandra spread out in front of me this way. She is gorgeous, isn’t she! I must say I never dreamed that she would be this tight. Yes, Yes, so very, very tight! I could see right from the moment I first saw her that her tits were exceptional, but her ass! Her ass is absolutely magnificent! It’s lovely. Just lovely! It’s so round, and full, and firm. And, did I mention, ‘tight’? I must admit that Cassandra has gotten me extraordinarily hard. I certainly would like to thank her for that! But I’m sorry. I digress. I’ve gotten a little off track here. Lost my focus a bit what with trying get my presentation in order, prepare my two pistols, talk to all of you, and fuck Cassandra, all at the same time. I’ll slow down a bit. Slow the pace momentarily. That should help me focus. Does that sound like a plan? I hope so. Have I introduced myself yet? I think that I may have already done that. It’s hard…hard to focus right now. My name is Smith, Mr. Smith. My specialty is ‘corporate layoffs’ and ‘liquidation of assets’. You must be the sales representatives. Am I right? I’ve already met Julie. She was lovely. Just lovely! She’s still in the reception area. Spread out across her desk. I’m afraid she’s dead. And, of course, Cassandra here. My God! She is tight! So very tight! I have to say that this is an unexpected bonus and a real treat for me. That is, being deep inside her ass right now while, at the same time, having this conversation with you all. I would call this ‘multitasking’. Wouldn’t you agree? ‘Multitasking’! Am I right? Ooohhhhhhh, Cassandra! Cassandra! Your ass is lovely! Just lovely! This is all so very satisfying! Was it good for you too, Cassandra? I said ‘was it good for you too’? Cassandra! Cassandra? Oh, well.”
Leaning forward, Mr. Smith, drew his two pistols along Cassandra’s curvy calves and toned thighs, sliding the cold steel up and down her stocking-clad legs as he leaned over her back, burying his face in her thick, dark hair as he plowed and pumped her tight ass hard from behind, packing her with everything he had to offer.
“Ladies, although my experience at ‘Glamorous Life’ has been quite satisfying thus far, I must say that I’m a little surprised and disappointed in the attendance at this meeting. I thought there were more of you. I know that there should be more of you at this meeting. I’ve already met with Julie. And Cassandra. That’s ‘two’. Am I right? As for the rest of you – I see only Kelsey, Tiffany, Brandi, Michelle, Lisa, and Daniella. This is not the ‘full house’ I expected. Where are the others? Somewhere else in the office? I’ll have to find them later. Hopefully no one is working at home today, or out sick. It would be a real inconvenience if I had to visit someone’s place of residence late at night. That would throw off my whole schedule! In any case, it’s wonderful to see at least some of you here today. I must say you are all exceptionally attractive young women. Beautiful. Buxom. Leggy. And dressed so seductively. But, like Julie and Cassandra, perhaps dressed a bit too provocatively for the office. Wouldn’t you agree? If I worked here, I’m not sure I could control myself. I might have to…Well, in any case, when I’m done here, when I’m finished with Cassandra, perhaps I’ll meet with each and every one of you individually! Yes, I think that if there’s time, I’ll most likely do just that! Well, I believe I’m ready now. Ready to proceed with my presentation. Shall we begin?”
A collective gasp arose from the six beautiful women seated around the table as Mr. Smith raised his two Glocks. Pandemonium ensued as Mr. Smith opened fire, pumping slugs around the room as he simultaneously pumped Cassandra’s considerable “assets” from behind.
A kittenish platinum blonde sales rep named Kelsey, dressed in a red corset, red satin miniskirt, and red high-heeled pumps, gasped and jerked as a bullet hit her right between the eyes, snapping her head back and spraying scarlet flecks into her glossy blonde hair. As a wispy puff of smoke rose from the glistening hole in her forehead, Kelsey’s pouty red mouth dropped open and her big green eyes rolled back. Crimson fluid leaked from the little hole, rolling down the bridge of her nose and off the tip, red trickles falling like raindrops into the canyon of deep cleavage between her large, well-separated 34DDs. Still clutching the bottle of ‘Erotica’ perfume she’d been dabbing across her creamy breasts and spraying between her shapely legs, Kelsey toppled along with her chair, landing on her back with stiletto heels pointed skyward. As her petite body twitched and jerked, Kelsey’s pretty legs fell open causing the red satin mini to drift down her perfumed thighs, revealing the bright red micro-thong panties that had once been hidden underneath.
Standing sideways near the head of the table stood Tiffany Talbot, the 28-year-old sales rep in charge of international markets. She wore a sleeveless, stretch-knit minidress that hugged her considerable curves like a second skin. With a deep V-neck and plunging open back, the little black dress fell to mid-thigh, exposing acres of swelling breast meat and long, luscious leg. The curvaceous blonde stood in a flirty pose, one hand placed on a seductively jutting hip, shoulders pulled back and luscious breasts thrust teasingly forward, with her right leg straight and left leg bent, showing off toned thighs, curvy calves, and the lace-up stiletto-heeled sandals that caressed her pretty feet. Long, rich, golden blonde hair draped over her shoulders, spilling across her breasts in front, cascading to her waist in back. The stylish blonde was midway through a demonstration of the proper application of ‘Candy Kiss’ red gloss to a pair of sensuous and pouty lips when she felt a painful impact and looked down. Tiffany was surprised to see that a neat little hole had suddenly appeared in the skintight knit fabric cradling her big left tit. Her fine breasts bounced and shook as the bullet drilled deep into her bountiful bosom, cutting a bloody path from left to right through a mountain of succulent breast meat, passing all the way through both jiggling mounds before exploding from the outside of her right tit. The little tube of red lip gloss fell from her right hand, turning end-over-end as it disappeared between her tits, spiraling down into her wide cleavage. Tiffany’s beautiful smile turned to a painful grimace and then to a blank stare as she clutched her wounded 39DDs and toppled forward, landing face down across the conference room table with round buns pointing upward, shapely legs splayed out behind, and long blonde hair spread over the table top like a curtain of spun gold.
Brandi Brandt rose out of her chair, eyes wide and hands raised in surrender, tanned and toned body trembling inside a white lace miniskirt and matching white lace tank top. The curvaceous 5’ 8”, 118lb., 22-year-old brunette administrative assistant and lingerie model twisted away from the table, stumbling on her shiny white stiletto heels as she tried to flee. A bullet in the gut drove her backwards, and another slug between the tits knocked her hard against the wall. Long dark hair tumbled in front of her beautiful face, draping across her perky 36Cs as she ricocheted off the polished wood paneling. The assortment of shiny gold jewelry she’d been trying on slipped from her fingers, clattering on the floor, rings bouncing, bracelets rolling, earrings and necklaces dropping at her feet as she fell forward. With blood trickling from the corners of her red-painted mouth, Brandi swayed on her stiletto heels, moaning softly before her knees finally buckled. The willowy brunette pitched forward, crashing and rolling, landing face down on the hardwood floor with long legs and upturned spike heels splayed out behind, firm ass in the air, luxuriant dark auburn hair spread around in a mass of thick curls, long red fingernails clawing weakly at the bare floor as she writhed and squirmed amidst her scattered gold jewelry.
A classy auburn-haired European sales rep named Michelle bounced up and down in her chair, arms flailing, legs jerking, grunting sharply with each impact as a hail of bullets stitched their way up her slender torso, popping the buttons off her white silk blouse as they drilled into her tight belly and big tits. As she twitched and jerked, Michelle’s shiny black leather miniskirt rode high up her toned thighs to reveal lace stocking tops and glossy leather panties. The sexy brunette beauty slumped to the right, her tousled mane of dark auburn hair falling in front of her face as she writhed in the chair, black patent leather stiletto boots scraping along the floor as she slid farther and farther down, warm blood soaking her shiny white blouse and pooling in the lap of her tight leather mini.
21-year old makeup artist and hair stylist Lisa Fox had been working for almost an hour to get Michelle ready for a night on the town with Cassandra. A night for the two brunette beauties that should have included dinner, dancing, drinking, teasing, flirting, and the inevitable night of hot sex. Preferably involving a ‘threesome’ with a willing partner they’d seduce off the dance floor. However, witnessing Cassandra’s agonizing collapse across the table, and Michelle’s painful chair-bound death throes caused Lisa to promptly abandon her make-up kit and make a mad dash for the side door, leaving behind the mascara, eye shadow, lip gloss, nail polish, lotion, perfume, and styling mousse she had been applying to Michelle’s beautiful face, luxuriant hair, and stunning body only seconds before. Michelle had looked so sexy in her black leather mini, white silk blouse and spike-heeled boots, with her hair, make-up, lips, eyes, and nails all done so perfectly. Now look at her. Shot to pieces and leaking like a sieve. And Cassandra. So gorgeous this morning in her tight black pencil skirt and red sweater. Her sexy stockings and heels. Her beautiful face, long hair and voluptuous body. Now she was face down on the conference room table with a knife in her back and some guy’s cock up her ass.
“What a fucking mess”, thought Lisa, as she fought her way through the smoke and noise. “All my hard work for nothing.”
Lisa continued her sexy sprint for the side door, running as best she could in her skintight, low-rise, hip-hugging white jeans, and her polished black leather knee-high stiletto boots. Lisa’s jutting breasts bounced and jiggled inside a body-hugging silk and cashmere turtleneck sweater. Long raven hair swung back and forth across her shoulders as she wiggled towards the side exit on 4” spike heels, big hips snapping up and down, round ass stretching out the denim fabric of her ultra-tight white designer jeans. As she reached for the door knob, Lisa took a bullet in the ass and three more in the back. She spun in circles on her stiletto boot heels, twitching like a madwoman as a fusillade of slugs raked her up and down, filling her curvaceous 36-22-36 body with hot lead from head to toe, blowing the diamond navel piercing off her tight belly, punching little burnt black holes across the front of her sexy, low-slung jeans, blasting glistening red craters in the firm meat of her undulating tits. She danced against the door like a crazed string puppet then suddenly dropped to the floor like a stone, silent and unmoving save for the erotic twitching of her booted legs.
Voluptuous Latin American sales representative Daniella Santos slipped a hand under her stretch blue denim micro-miniskirt to retrieve the little pistol she’d hidden in the lace top of a sheer fishnet stocking. The lush and busty Brazilian beauty popped off several wild shots, but only succeeded in planting an extra slug in Lisa’s big, round ass, sending a second slug straight through the front of Michelle’s glossy leather G-string, and putting a third slug up Kelsey’s red miniskirt and into the center of her red micro-thong.
Daniella’s spectacular 34G tits swelled up and out of her black satin bustier, heaving up and down as she fired off shot after shot through the billowing gun smoke. Long black hair streamed over her shoulders and down her back, swinging to and fro as she leaned left and then right, pulling the trigger again and again. Curvaceous fishnet-clad legs flowed out beneath her skintight micro-mini and into a pair of 5” ankle-strap pumps, stiletto heels clicking on the floor as she stepped and pivoted side-to-side.
The busty Brazilian grunted and shrieked as a bullet slammed into the exposed flesh of her big left tit, boring into her bulging breast meat just above the shiny satin bustier. Hot slugs began to find their mark, punching into her gut and drilling into her succulent breasts. Glistening holes burst open across the front of her shiny bustier, little red plumes flaring up, one-after-another, erupting like geysers across her stupendous chest, catapulting her backwards onto a polished wood coffee table near the back of the room.
As Daniella landed on her back with legs spread wide, Mr. Smith pumped his last slug straight up her micro-miniskirt and into her black fishnet G-string. Shrieking and cursing in her native tongue, the buxom Brazilian bombshell writhed and flailed on the table top, arching her back, thrusting her tits, pushing her hips upward, clawing wildly at her fishnet-clad thighs, pulling frantically at her short, tight skirt, stiletto heels kicking at the sky as she bucked crazily up and down, up and down, up and down.
Still held in a vice grip by Cassandra’s tight ass, Mr. Smith stroked hard into the brunette beauty one last time, holding firm, thrusting deep, pushing himself all the way in, up to the hilt in her sweet backdoor. He moaned long and low as a river of hot cum finally exploded into Cassandra, filling her up like no one ever had before.
The smoke-filled room finally went still. Mr. Smith pulled back, sliding out of Cassandra with a wet, juicy ‘pop’. As he wiped himself off on the backs of her sexy stockings, he took a moment to survey the carnage all around him.
“Lovely. Just lovely.”
Gripping his well-use switchblade, Mr. Smith rolled Cassandra to her back and sliced open the front of her tight black satin skirt. Lifting her stiletto heels, he pushed her knees apart and spread her long legs. Stepping between, he drew the blade along her luscious inner thighs, all the way up to her now-naked pussy. Poking. Prodding. Jabbing. Thrusting. Twisting. Turning. Searching for the little diamond and gold piercing.
“There! There it is! I’ve almost got it! Almost! Ahhhhh, Yes! Lovely! Just lovely!”
Twirling the shiny little gem between his fingertips, Mr. Smith sauntered to the other side of the room. He stood over Daniella, still writhing on the table top, moaning, groaning, cursing, pointing her empty gun at him, pulling the trigger, over and over, ‘click’, ‘click’, ‘click’, ‘click’. He snagged her wrist, and pushed her gun hand down. His free hand stroked along her fishnets, over her tight denim micro-mini, into her glossy black hair, drifting across her heaving chest, fingers pulling open the tight bustier to expose a pair of bullet-riddled 34Gs. She growled and cursed as he fondled her mammoth mounds, spitting out a stream of obscenities until he clamped his hand around her slender throat, and squeezed. Frantic for air, she began to buck up and down, gagging and gurgling as his fingers dug into her neck. He applied pressure. And more pressure. So much pressure. Squeezing. And squeezing. Tighter. Ever tighter. Daniella’s exotic olive complexion first turned beet red, then changed to ashen blue. Mr. Smith held on tight, watching Daniella’s big brown eyes bulge, and her long tongue wiggle out between plump pink lips. Her full and luscious body began to shake and tremble in an erotic spasm of death, legs twitching, heels kicking, hips churning, tits jiggling, hair whipping around her face. Twisting. Turning. Thrashing. Flailing.
Until a long rattle from deep within her throat signified that the end had finally come.
To her Glamorous Life.