Posted by Vinnie on April 09, 2008 at 19:40:50:
Room Service, Part 4: Security Breach
By Vinnie
“Owwwwww!
Stop twisting my arm! I told you everything I know about the girls in
the penthouse! They’re loaded with money! It’s all in cash! I told you!
Owwwww! Stop! Gabriella! Stop it! You’re hurting me!!!”
Jaime squealed and staggered as Gabriella shoved her down the hallway, bending and twisting her arm, pushing the platinum blonde hooker toward the penthouse door.
“Oh my God! Look! Look at all the girls! The bodies! The bodies are everywhere! Are they dead? Are they all dead? What’s going on? This isn’t right! This isn’t right at all! Oh, my God! There’s your friend! Cinnamon! I thought she was some kind of security guard! She carries a gun! What’s she doing on the floor? Layin’ on top of that chef! I thought you just talked to her! A couple of minutes ago! What’s going on? I don’t like this! I don’t like this at all! I don’t wanna be here! Let go of me! Let go!”
Gabriella yanked hard on Jaime’s arm, pulling the big blonde closer.
“Shut up, Jaime! Just shut up! Shut up and let me think!”
Gabriella held Jaime tight with one hand, and drew a revolver with the other. She looked to her left. There was the long-haired Asian girl. Lani. Hanging from the back of the utility closet door. Dressed in shiny metallic red. Clothing in disarray. A plastic bag tight across her gorgeous face. Over to the right a cold wind whistled through a shattered window near the end of the hallway. And there were more bodies. Piled near the penthouse door. Lexi. The leggy brunette. Dressed in a sexy schoolgirl outfit. Dead. Silk stockings knotted around her slender throat. Cherry. The buxom blonde. Dressed in white silk, black leather, and thigh high boots. Dead. Her belly sliced and carved like a fine piece of lean meat. And Cinnamon. Gabriella’s beautiful blonde partner. Clad in a shiny black silk blouse and a tight black leather miniskirt. Dead against the penthouse door. Stocking-clad legs spread wide, leather skirt bunched at her hips, flopped across the body of the chef, a stiletto-heeled pump dangling from her red-painted mouth.
Gabriella rolled her eyes and sighed as she surveyed the scene, muttering angrily as she gazed at Cinnamon’s cooling corpse.
“Cinnamon. Cinnamon. You incompetent cunt! I just talked to you five fucking minutes ago! All you had to do was chill out and just wait for me! Just chill, baby! Just chill! Now look at you! What happened? How did you manage to screw this up? You can’t answer me, can you? You stupid blonde bitch! That’s what I get for hiring you for your tits and ass rather than your brains!”
Rocking back and forth on her spike heels, holding her gun in one hand, gripping Jaime’s forearm with the other, Gabriella pondered her next move.
At 5’10” and 125 lbs., the beautiful French-Italian brunette was long, lean, and leggy with a toned dancer’s body. Wearing a tailored dark jacket over a semi-sheer white silk blouse, a tight black miniskirt, dark silk stockings, and elegant black pumps, Gabriella was the essence of upscale business chic combined with whispers of sensuality. The pinstriped black business suit hugged her perfect 36-24-36 figure, accentuating her considerable assets as she clicked across the floor on tall stiletto heels. Her shapely hips and seductive ass squeezed sexily into the back-zippered and side-slit black miniskirt that wrapped around her tight buns like a second skin. Bountiful 36DD breasts pressed seductively forward against the thin fabric of her shiny, cleavage-baring silk blouse. Long, curvy legs poured into smooth silk stockings. Toned thighs and taut calves stretched from the miniskirt’s thigh-high hemline. Pretty feet slid into a pair of shiny black ankle-strap 4” stiletto-heeled pumps.
Gabriella’s sensuous lips glistened with spicy red gloss, her dazzling smile contrasting erotically with her creamy olive skin. Warm, rich eye shadow, soft black mascara and long, dark lashes accentuated the beauty of her sultry brown eyes. Silky brunette hair framed her gorgeous face, spilling along her neck, flowing in waves of rich, dark color across her shoulders. Long pearl earrings dangled from her delicate ears while a double strand of pearls surrounded her slender throat. Gleaming gold rings adorned her fingers, red nail polish glistening on her newly-manicured nails. Shiny gold chains encircled her slender ankles while an expensive gold watch sparkled on her left wrist . Barely hidden from prying eyes by the hem of her tight mini, an embroidered black satin and lace thong hugged her slim hips, barely covering her pretty pink pussy. The light scent of an expensive perfume caressed her deep cleavage and luscious inner thighs.
Lost in thought, she turned her head from side to side, scanning the room, searching for answers, peering over the top of the designer eyeglasses perched halfway down her pretty nose.
“Who did this? Who the hell did this? What the fuck is going on here?”
The chic and sexy 28-year-old relished her job as head of hotel security. A former showgirl, Gabriella had given up that glitzy life for something more secure. And more powerful. She was in charge. She answered to no one. And she liked it that way. She would get some answers. It was her job. Those penthouse bitches must be responsible. They would pay for this. With their lives.
Jaime pulled and twisted, desperately yanking her arm against Gabriella’s iron grip, whimpering softly as she surveyed the carnage all around her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Jaime was just a call girl. A good one. An expensive one. A beautiful one.
Radiating sexual heat, the ultra-femme, big-breasted femme fatale was a sizzling presence with a full and luscious figure, a wardrobe of tight, body-hugging clothes, and a provocative swing and sway of hips and ass that produced lots of wiggle in her walk. Jaime’s braless 37G tits pushed forward like luscious twin peaks, stretching out the front of her glossy black latex minidress, cavernous cleavage on display, an ocean of soft flesh undulating erotically as her big tits swung side-to-side, bouncing and jiggling as she pulled against Gabriella’s hand. At 5’ 8” and 130lbs, the stunning and voluptuous barely legal 21-year-old blonde bombshell had it all. Her spectacular 37-22-36 hourglass figure poured like sweet honey into a super shiny black halter minidress that hugged her every curve. Beautiful porcelain skin glowed like peaches and cream. Deep burgundy gloss glamorized her sensuous mouth, forming her sweet lips into a seductive pout. Long, fluttering eyelashes framed her luminous blue eyes. Glistening diamonds adorned her delicate ears, and encircled her slender throat. Natural platinum blonde hair, styled in a classic Marilyn Monroe look, gleamed like bright sunlight. Soft blonde curls spiraled to her shoulders in shiny waves, silky locks draped along her cheeks, platinum bangs swept sexily across her forehead.
Calf-skimming black stiletto boots stretched up her well-proportioned legs, ending just above the knee, exposing acres of creamy fishnet-clad thigh between her boot tops and the sky-high hemline of her tight minidress. Shiny black latex stretched around her bubble-shaped ass, barely covering her hip-hugging fishnet and lace thong panties. Jaime’s polished leather ‘over-the-knee’ boots were sleek and streamlined with wraparound straps, side zippers, and silver studs. Her boots gleamed with a glossy shine, the 4” spike heels clicking on the hard floor, tapping out a desperate rhythm as Jaime struggled against Gabriella’s grip.
Everything had been going so well. The money was rolling in. The girls in the penthouse suite had paid her big money. $5000 for just one night! It was all set up. But then hotel security had to come along. Cinnamon and Gabriella. Asking all those questions about the girls in the penthouse, and all their money. Jaime didn’t want to tell. But they made her. Now look. Look at this big mess. And all the dead girls. Jaime began to whimper louder and tug harder. She had to get away. Now. Right now.
“Please let me go!” Oh, please! Please! Let me go!”
The platinum temptress suddenly relaxed. Smiling seductively, she moved closer to her captor. Jaime threw her arms around Gabriella’s neck, and began swinging her latex-clad body against Gabriella’s. Sliding her tongue over Gabriella’s lips. Weaving her fingers through Gabriella’s hair. Whispering in Gabriella’s ear.
“Gabriella. Gabriella. Please. Please let me go. I’ll do anything. Just please let me go. I’ll do whatever you want. I won’t tell. I won’t say a word. Just let me go, and I’ll do anything you want. Anything. Have you ever been with a girl? I know you’d like it. You won’t be disappointed. I’m really good at what I do. Some people pay lots of money just to sit and talk with me ‘cause I look like Marilyn Monroe! You can have me if you want. We’ll be lovers. I’ll be your fantasy. Just let me show you. If you let me go now, I’ll do whatever you want. I promise. And I won’t say anything. I won’t say anything to anyone. Let me go, Gabriella. Please let me go.”
Jaime held on tight, licking and nibbling, leaving little brushstroke kisses along Gabriella’s cheeks, moaning softly as she slid her tongue back and forth, swinging her hips round and round, sliding a stiletto boot between Gabriella’s legs, pressing her towering tits against Gabriella’s equally prodigious chest. Jaime continued to move seductively, gyrating against Gabriella, the sinuous motions of her latex-clad body increasing slowly and sexily as the seconds ticked away. Jaime slowly unfastened the top button of Gabriella’s blouse, teasing with her fingertips before moving around behind the beautiful brunette, brushing against her, breathing in close, letting Gabriella feel her breasts against her back. Slowly, Jaime slipped her arms around Gabriella’s waist, kissing the nape of her neck, slipping her hands under Gabriella’s silk blouse.
Jaime heard Gabriella sigh, felt Gabriella relax. And let go. Jaime whispered once again.
“I knew you’d let me go, Gabriella. I just knew it. You couldn’t hurt me. That wouldn’t make any sense. Call me later? You know, after you’re done here? Yeah, why don’t you call me. Maybe we’ll hook up. I know you want to, baby. I just know it!”
Jaime turned on her tall stiletto-heeled boots, and began her strut toward the elevator. She was free now. Free of this mess. And she still had the $5000 in cash. Neatly folded and tucked into the deep cleavage of her skintight latex dress. Yeah, she was home free now. And she didn’t even have to fuck any of those stupid penthouse bitches, or that cunt Gabriella!
Jaime tugged seductively at her black minidress as she wiggled her way down the long hallway, silken platinum blonde hair bouncing up and down on her shoulders as she strolled away, using her sexiest “check out my ass” walk to propel herself toward the elevator, stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood as a satisfied smirk spread across her wet, burgundy lips.
Suddenly, Jaime felt a hand on her shoulder. A hand that stopped her in her tracks. A hand that pulled her back. She felt Gabriella behind her, and felt fingertips sliding across the front of her tight dress. Caressing Jaime’s big chest, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples through the skintight latex mini.
“Oooohhh! Gabriella! Is that you? That didn’t take long! Just couldn’t wait? That’s okay. I have that effect on people! Ohhhhhh, that feels good! The way you play with tits! I can see you like ‘em. Ooooooh, that feels so good! The way you squeeze ‘em. You like anything else? People say I look like Marilyn Monroe. You think so? Want me to do something special for you? I’ll let you do me for free! Okay? What do you want? Tell me. Tell me what you want, baby! Tell me!”
“I want you to run, Jaime. I want you to run.”
“Huh? You want me to…run? What? What are you talking about? I thought…I thought you wanted to make love? I thought you were gonna let me go! Run? Are you serious? Run where? You mean run away…from you? Why? Why should I do that? I thought…I thought you wanted to…You don’t mean…You’re not going to…are you? Listen now, just wait a minute! Wait! We can work this out. I promise. I won’t tell anyone about the penthouse, and the dead girls, and the money. I promise I won’t tell! Please! I promise! I promise I won’t tell! Gabriella! Please! I promise!!!”
“I know you won’t tell. I’m going to make sure of that. You heard me Jaime. I said I want you to run. As fast you can. In those sexy boots. And that skintight dress. Come on cutie, let’s see some wiggle and jiggle! You know, just like Marilyn Monroe! I said ‘run’! I want to see you run! Run, Jaime! I said ‘Ruuunnnnn!!”
A look of fear spread across Jaime’s face as she began to back away, big chest heaving up and down, hands trembling, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead as she turned toward the elevator. Maybe she could make it. Just maybe.
Spinning on her black boots, Jaime began a desperate sprint. She rose up on tiptoes, her swinging hips and bouncing tits straining inside the tight black latex mini as she wiggled and jiggled her way towards the elevator doors.
From behind, the buxom blonde heard a loud “pop”. And felt a painful stinging sensation as a red hot slug tore through shiny black latex and buried itself deep in her jiggling butt cheek. Jaime let out a yelp as she pressed her hand against her wounded ass and whirled around. She stumbled, squealing as her leg buckled. Staggering and spinning on her stiletto-heels boots, she twirled round and round, hopping on one leg as blood squirted from the little hole in the back of her tight black dress.
Jaime’s red-painted mouth fell open in disbelief as Gabriella took aim again, and pumped another close range shot through the front of the latex mini, just above the hemline. The curvaceous blonde bombshell shrieked as a new leak opened in her voluptuous young body. Her arms flew up, hoisting her minidress high on her thighs, exposing the little red geyser of blood pulsing from the glistening hole in her lace thong panties. Jaime’s luscious big tits bounced and jiggled provocatively as she writhed and squirmed, her hands clawing at the glistening red holes marring the sexy black minidress.
Jaime lurched backward, falling against the wall, coughing and groaning as she watched blood trickling down her fishnet-clad thighs. With manicured fingers clawing madly at the burnt black holes in her tight dress, she writhed and moaned, her latex-clad booty grinding back and forth against the wall as a stream of blood spurted from the hole in the center of her thong. Jaime’s bountiful boobs shook and wobbled as her body turned and twisted, platinum hair bouncing on her shoulders, tall stiletto boot heels clicking and clattering as she tottered unsteadily. Gabriella’s next hot slug drilled into Jaime’s tight belly, blasting through her pretty navel, shattering the expensive diamond stud nestled there. As the voluptuous blonde writhed and danced, Gabriella pumped slug after slug into Jaime’s undulating breasts, creating a line of glistening wet holes in the tight latex stretching over her big braless knockers. Cupping her sweet tits in her hands, the beautiful platinum blonde moaned erotically as she slowly slid down, leaving a dark red smear on the wall behind her. Jaime dropped to her knees, groaning as she flopped to the floor. She writhed and squirmed, rolling from side to side, twisting and turning, clawing at her wounds with legs splayed apart, stiletto heels scraping on the floor as her back arched upward. Gabriella stood next to Jaime’s fallen form, smiling wickedly as she leaned over, reaching down the front of Jaime’s low-cut dress to pluck out the wad of cash stuffed into Jaime’s considerable cleavage.
“Thanks, Jaime. Thanks for the cash! This $5000 will come in handy. I’ve got some bills to pay. And some new lingerie and high heels I want to buy! You won’t need it anyway. Not where you’re going! You know, to the ‘Dead Zone’! No more ‘nookie’ for you, sweet cheeks! No more ‘nookie’! Don’t worry, your money will be safe with me. Thanks for keeping it nice and warm stashed next to those big tits of yours!”
“Noooooooo! That’s my…my money! Oooohhhh! You bitch! Oooohhhh! That’s my money! My…my money! It’s mine! You bitch! Give it! Give it to me!”
“Alright blondie, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you real good. Get ready! Here it comes! Say ‘Hi’ to Marilyn for me when you get to ‘whore heaven’, okay?”
Gabriella smirked and laughed as she stood over Jaime. The sound of gunshots echoed off the walls as the hotel hallway filled with noise and smoke. Gabriella pumped slug after slug into the buxom blonde’s writhing body, filling Jaime’s big tits, round ass, and booted legs with hot lead until the young call girl finally stopped twitching and moaning.
Gabriella stepped away from the bloody scene, and strolled back to the penthouse door. That silly little blonde bitch Jaime wasn’t going to get in the way. Not now. With Cinnamon dead, and now Jaime, there was no need to worry about partners. The penthouse and all the riches inside were now ripe for the taking. It was Gabriella’s turn. Her turn to strike it rich. Gabriella alone. She was head of hotel security. No one would doubt her. No one would question her. All she had to do was take the master key, open the penthouse door, and go inside. It would be easy pickings. Kill the rest of the bitches inside. Take their money. And blame it all on Cinnamon, Jaime, Cherry, and Lexi. The slain dancers, Lani and Keiko, and the dead chef? Just chalk it up to ‘collateral damage’. This was going to be easy.
The thumping beat of techno music spilled out from underneath the door as Gabriella approached. She retrieved her master key. Grabbing Cinnamon’s lifeless body by the hem of her leather mini, Gabriella dragged her ex-partner away from the door. She gripped the key, sliding it into the lock as she stepped over the body of the dead chef, and prepared to open the door. As she reached for the doorknob, she thought about the money. All the money inside. God, there was so much money inside the penthouse. And it was going to be hers, all hers. Gabriella closed her eyes and smiled. Licking her wet, ruby lips, she began rubbing Jaime’s $5000 across her tits, sliding the thick wad of bills over her nipples, and down into her deep cleavage. With hips pumping, Gabriella slowly rolled the cash over her big breasts and tight belly. She slid the stack of bills under her tight black miniskirt and between her legs, stroking the crisp pile of currency along her stocking-clad thighs and across the front of her satin and lace thong, rubbing and stroking the pile of cash over the front of her shiny black panties, sliding the bills inside her thong as she thrust her hips in erotic slow motion.
“Yeah! Oh, yeah! It’s gonna be mine! All mine! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeeaaahhhh!”
Suddenly, unseen fingers coiled around Gabriella’s slender left ankle, squeezing tight, holding her in place. She felt the hair on her neck rise as something sharp and cold stroked upwards along the back of her right leg, following the curve of her shapely calf and toned thigh, moving higher, and higher. She glanced down, gazing in wide-eyed disbelief at the masculine fingers now caressing her stocking-clad leg. Fingers that gripped the handle of a shiny 9” steel ice pick. An ice pick that stroked up and down her curvy right leg, caressing the back of her well-muscled calf, sliding along her tight hamstring, traveling upward, disappearing under her stylish black miniskirt, sliding across her tight buns, moving between her thighs, to the sliver of shiny black fabric covering her pussy, to the little black thong now stuffed with $100 bills. Gabriella gasped and squirmed as she felt the sharp point of the ice pick poking and prodding the front of her panties. And then she saw him. The chef. The fucking chef!
“You! It was you! You did this, you son-of-a-bitch! You killed them all!”
“Gabriella, Gabriella. Did you really have to plug that cute little blonde so many times? She was such a hottie. With her platinum hair and ‘Marilyn Monroe’ face. Now look at her. All shot to pieces and leakin’ like a sieve! I think she’s dead already! One bullet to the brain would have been sufficient. You musta used up a whole clip! If I counted right, I think you’re all out of bullets! What do you think? Sorry, Gabriella. I’m gonna have to kill you, and take that master key, but I’ll give you a chance. Like you gave your platinum blonde friend. I’ll give you a chance to reload, before I poke a nice little hole in your pussy. I’ll count to ‘10’, how’s that? That should be enough time if you’re good. Go ahead. Reload. Do it! Do it now! I wanna see how fast you can reload!”
Gabriella’s hands trembled as she gripped the gun tightly, looking it over, counting backward in her mind, trying to remember. How many? How many bullets? She pointed her weapon at the chef and pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Three times.
‘Click’. ‘Click’. ‘Click’.
Empty
“Shit! Now wait! Just wait a minute! Look. Who the hell are you, anyway? What do you think you’re doing? Do you know who I am? Who you’re dealing with? I’m Gabriella! I’m in charge! I’m in charge of security here! At the hotel. The entire hotel! Don’t be stupid! You’ll never get away with this! Never!”
“You’re wasting time, pretty lady. 1…2…3…”
“Shit! Wait! Wait! Just wait a minute!!!!”
With shaking hands, Gabriella fumbled with the gun, squealing and gasping as she momentarily lost her grip, almost dropping her precious weapon. The beautiful brunette security chief began to panic, frantically patting her hands along her stylish business suit, searching for the clip, digging frantically through her jacket pockets as the seconds ticked away.
“…4…5…6…!”
“No! Wait! No! Nooooooo! Noooooooo! There’s time left! There’s still time!”
“7…8…9…!”
“Where? Where is the goddamned clip? Here! Here it is! I found it! I found the clip!”
With a snarl on her lips, the delicious dark-haired beauty slammed clip and gun together in a swift motion, gripping the pistol with two hands as she swung her arms towards the chef, cursing as she took aim.
“You bastard! You son-of-a-bitch! You…auuggghhhh…ohhhhhhhh…gauuugghhhh!!!”
“10”
As he calmly called out the number ‘10’, the chef pushed hard, shoving 9 inches of pointed steel through the front of Gabriella’s black satin and lace thong, through the stack of $100 bills, through the neatly-trimmed tuft of hair just above her pussy. The voluptuous brunette threw her head back, grunting and squealing, grimacing in pain, eyes closed and teeth clenched, shapely leg muscles tightening as she rose up on her tiptoes, her whole body tensing as if suddenly shot full of electricity. Impaled on the ice pick, Gabriella arched her back provocatively, firm breasts almost bursting from the tight white blouse, black miniskirt rising high on her thighs as she wriggled and squirmed. Her hands flew skyward and a staccato burst of shots rang out, slugs from her gun spraying wildly into the ceiling as her voluptuous body writhed like a sexy snake, her finger frozen on the gun’s trigger, her knuckles turning white from the tightness of a desperate grip.
The chef slid the ice pick out of her pierced pussy, and delivered an overhand stroke, jabbing the pick between the buttons of her white silk blouse, plunging the long sharp weapon straight through Gabriella’s navel and deep into her tight gut. Gagging and gurgling, she staggered on black high heels, groaning erotically with head thrown back, luxuriant long hair streaming out behind, big tits thrust forward, the ice pick handle wiggling on her aching belly as she continued pumping slug after slug into the ceiling above her head until she’d fired off the whole clip.
Gorgeous Gabriella fell back against the wall as blood trickled from the corners of her juicy red mouth. Her designer eyeglasses slid to the end of her perky nose, poised at its tip, but refusing to fall. She released her grip on the empty gun and it clattered to the floor. Shaking hands tore open the front of her business jacket. She looked down, staring in disbelief at the growing red stain consuming her white blouse, big brown eyes focused on the little crimson streams trickling along the insides of her luscious thighs. Gabriella’s trembling fingers grasped at the ice pick handle protruding from her wounded belly. Moaning like a wounded tigress, the beautiful brunette touched the handle, stroking it, gripping it, releasing it, gripping it again, unsure of what to do next.
She lifted her tight black mini and reached underneath, groaning and squirming as she slowly pulled the blood-soaked wad of $100 bills from her thong, holding it in front of her face as she teetered on stiletto heels. Gabriella staggered unsteadily, moving away from the wall, lurching forward, stumbling down the hallway, towards the elevator, dropping $100 bills along the way, bloody paper currency falling from her fingertips, fluttering like leaves in the wind as she careened down the hall. Bent over at the waist with the ice pick still stuck in her gut, she stumbled onward, swaying back and forth, picking up speed as she began to lose her balance. Halfway down the hallway, Gabriella fell to one knee in front of Jamie’s corpse.
She felt someone behind, a pair of hands on her shoulders, sliding into her long, thick brunette mane, gripping, tugging, lifting her back up. Gabriella wobbled on spike heels, leaning back, propped up by something. Someone. She tilted against him, her head now resting on his shoulder. His fingers caressed her torso, brushing across her tight buns, sliding up over her shapely hips, fondling her heaving tits, lacing through her silky hair.
He
pulled the jacket off her shoulders and unbuttoned the tight silk
blouse, reaching down into her cleavage, unfastening the black satin
bra, petting and squeezing the bountiful, free-swinging breasts that
swelled forward on her chest like two ripe melons. Silence filled the
hallway, save for the metallic clicking sound of a zipper being pulled
slowly down. Gabriella’s black miniskirt loosened its tight grip on her
hips and ass, before sliding along her stocking-clad legs to fall at
her feet, followed seconds later by her black satin and lace thong.
“Who…Who…who are you…Oh…Oh, my God…Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…who are you?”
“Why, I thought you knew, Gabriella. I’m your lover. The last one you’ll ever have.”
Clad in nothing but her stockings, heels, and jewelry, Gabriella swayed unsteadily, involuntarily teasing her captor as she gently swayed back and forth against his bulging crotch. He massaged her round buns and toned thighs as he pulled her close, burying his face and hands in her luxuriant dark hair, breathing in the aroma of her delicious perfume. The stranger reached around her waist to grip the ice pick handle with both hands. He maneuvered himself against her beautiful backside, stroking his cock between her legs, pulling back on the ice pick as he simultaneously plunged into her tight pussy from behind.
Gabriella gasped and grunted, her pink pussy tightening reflexively against the onslaught from astern. He slid the ice pick in and out of her navel like a piston, plunging the steel rod in and out, spinning and twirling the handle as he rode her hard from behind. They swayed together, rhythmically, erotically, Gabriella’s abundant breasts bouncing and jiggling on her chest, sculpted leg muscles tensing and tightening, her mouth agape, feminine grunts and squeals pouring from her throat, her delicious full lips still glistening with bright red gloss. Held upright by the ice pick in her tight belly, Gabriella rocked on her high heels, big tits thrust seductively forward, silky hair tumbling in thick, dark waves across her shoulders, head lolling side to side, long earrings dangling along her neck, white pearls glistening against her olive skin, designer eyewear still perched on the end of her nose.
As her legs buckled and she began to slump, the deadly assassin held on tight. He pulled back hard on the ice pick, spilling himself deep inside her as she wriggled like a fish on a hook. Positioning the semi-conscious security chief over Jamie’s sprawled corpse, he suddenly let go. Gabriella pitched forward, landing face first in Jaime’s lap, the force of her awkward landing driving the ice pick farther into her taut belly.
With her beautiful face buried in the lap of Jaime’s latex minidress, Gabriella writhed and squirmed, arching her back, pushing up with her hands, crawling but going nowhere, legs churning and kicking, stiletto heels scratching and scraping on the hardwood floor as she struggled to lift her head from the suffocating quicksand of latex that entrapped her pretty face. Her tight buns wiggled and jiggled as she reached behind with trembling fingers, clawing at the tip of the ice pick protruding from her back.
A strong hand slid along her stocking-clad legs, moving upward over calf and thigh, stopping to pinch her round buns and caress her naked torso before disappearing into her thick, dark hair. Gabriella began to squirm and flail as the hand pressed down, forcing her face further and further into the soft, tight fabric of Jaime’s black minidress. With her nose and mouth now cling-wrapped in latex, Gabriella began to shake and twitch in a last desperate attempt to free herself from the shroud of soft rubber enveloping her face, cutting off her air.
Gabriella’s frantic squirming and flopping finally slowed to an almost imperceptible twitching of hands and feet. A rush of air and a long moan passed over her lush lips, and she finally stopped moving. The stranger lifted her head up by the hair and removed the eyeglasses still perched on her nose. Pulling her head higher, he took a moment to taste the still-inviting cherry lips of the now slack-jawed and wide-eyed brunette beauty, rolling his tongue round and round the inside of her pouty red-painted mouth.
When he was done, he slipped Gabriella’s glasses into his pocket, dropped her face into the lap of Jaime’s latex mini, and carefully wrapped Jaime’s thigh-high-booted legs around Gabriella’s waist, leaving the two hotties intertwined in a final erotic embrace.
He scanned the hallway between the elevator and the penthouse door. Six glamour babes lay dead: Cherry, Lexi, Lani, Cinnamon, Jaime, and Gabriella. And there were more beautiful women inside the penthouse. Many more. And that’s where he’d find his money. All of it. The time had finally come. To go inside.