Nicole.
The pretty blonde's former boyfriend had become embroiled in a minor war between rival
drug dealers. He was into one dealer for a substantial sum of money and was offered
a deal: take care of a rival, the debt would beforgiven and he would make 20 grand.
He recruited his former girlfriend, a stunning blonde possessed of model-like good looks
and a serious wild streak to set the guy up. Nicole considered for all of 30 seconds
before agreeing to assist, provided she got half the fee. She was about to graduate from
college and desperately needed the money. She half believed the whole thing was just an
effort to threaten the guy but even if it was serious she had no moral objections to
eliminating a drug dealer.
On the night of the hit, Nicole was done up in her best hooker-chic:
black leather micro-mini skirt, stilletto heels and revealing top. It had been no great
challenge for her to get the guy alone or to bind him securely to a chair on the pretext
of kinky sex. The intended victim was somewhat taken aback when, instead of getting
down to business, the beautiful blonde took out a long cigarette and lit up.
"What is this?", he demanded, "I thought I was getting blown." Nicole
exhaled and smiled as there was a soft knock on the door. She opened the door,
admitting her ex-boyfriend, carrying a
backpack. "You're getting much more than blown, Bobby....you're getting blown
away." She held her long cigarette near her face, her eyes bright with anticipation
as her ex took the silenced gun from the back pack. The man struggled frantically against
his bonds, hurling a stream of invective all the while. She watched as her ex raised the
gun, his arms shaking almost uncontrollably. He jerked the trigger twice. One shot struck
the man high in the torso, the other thudded harmlessly into a couch. The man continued to
thrash violently. Nicole looked at her accomplice, who refused to meet her eye.
"Finish him off, John. He's still alive." The man stood, shaking.
"John," she implored, "Finish the job." The man made no motion to
comply. Nicole walked over to him, took the silenced pistol from him, pointed it at
the other man and pulled the trigger twice. The man jerked twice and sagged limply. She
turned to her partner, her eyes blazing."A fine time to decide you don't have the
nerve for this sort of thing.," she said "You...you killed him, Nikki..."
he said reproachfully. "Isn't that what you were supposed to
do, John?", she asked. "He might have lived
if you hadn't shot him again." "We didn't come here to shoot him then nurse him
back to health, John." "I can't believe you did it Nikki-I almost think you
enjoyed it." Nicole pondered a long moment. "I'd enjoy a lot of things for 20
grand." The man looked up suddenly. "Your share is 10 grand, Nicole."
"That was when you were my partner, not a witness for the proscecution."
"What do you mean by that?" "What I mean is, I don't think I can trust
you." She raised the gun. The man stared incredulously into the gaping bore of
the silenced gun she held rock-steady in her outstretched hand. "Nikki, no...you can
have the money...I won't tell anyone...you've got to believe me.."
PHUUTT!....PHHUUTT!....PHHUUTT! Nicole shot him three times in the chest. He staggered
backwards and collapsed in a heap. The beautiful blonde lowered the gun. "I believe
you." she said plainly. She took a reflective drag as she watched him die.
The next day, Nicole reported back to the dealer who had hired her ex. She took the
silenced gun from her purse and slid it across the desk. She took a chair in front of the
man and lit a long white cigarette. The man waited patiently as she lit up then asked:
"Well?" Nicole took the cigarette from her lips and exhaled in a long
stream. "He won't be giving you any trouble.", she stated plainly.
"Excellent. I assume you want your share of the money." Nicole took a second
drag. "I want the whole thing." "What about John?" "John
wasn't cut out for this business." she said. "What do you mean by that?"
""He shot Bobby but wouldn't finish him off. I had to take the gun away from him
and finish the job. He was freaked out by the whole thing and I figured he was risk we
both could do without so...I killed him." The man whistled under his breath.
"Nicole...I must say I'm impressed." he thought a moment. "I'd like to
offer you John's position in my organization." Nicole blew out smoke in a long
stream. "I'm not into the drug trade.....but I would be interested if you had
anymore jobs like last night." "You want to be a
hitter?" The man considered a moment,
surprised at first, then seeing the possibilities. " I like it Nicole..who's gonna
suspect a babe like you?....I think you'll be a valuable asset to my business. We'll have
to set up a little training for you first, of course, but after what you did last
night, I'd have to guess you're a natural." Nicole beamed. "I'm looking forward
to it.", she said. The man pushed the silenced gun back to her. "You keep this,
Nicole. I think you're gonna get a lot use out of it." She picked it up, appraising
it's deadly demeanor, then slipped it back into her purse.
admitting her ex-boyfriend, carrying a
backpack. "You're getting much more than blown, Bobby....you're getting blown
away." She held her long cigarette near her face, her eyes bright with anticipation
as her ex took the silenced gun from the back pack. The man struggled frantically against
his bonds, hurling a stream of invective all the while. She watched as her ex raised the
gun, his arms shaking almost uncontrollably. He jerked the trigger twice. One shot struck
the man high in the torso, the other thudded harmlessly into a couch. The man continued to
thrash violently. Nicole looked at her accomplice, who refused to meet her eye.
"Finish him off, John. He's still alive." The man stood, shaking.
"John," she implored, "Finish the job." The man made no motion to
comply. Nicole walked over to him, took the silenced pistol from him, pointed it at
the other man and pulled the trigger twice. The man jerked twice and sagged limply. She
turned to her partner, her eyes blazing."A fine time to decide you don't have the
nerve for this sort of thing.," she said "You...you killed him, Nikki..."
he said reproachfully. "Isn't that what you were supposed to
do, John?", she asked. "He might have lived
if you hadn't shot him again." "We didn't come here to shoot him then nurse him
back to health, John." "I can't believe you did it Nikki-I almost think you
enjoyed it." Nicole pondered a long moment. "I'd enjoy a lot of things for 20
grand." The man looked up suddenly. "Your share is 10 grand, Nicole."
"That was when you were my partner, not a witness for the proscecution."
"What do you mean by that?" "What I mean is, I don't think I can trust
you." She raised the gun. The man stared incredulously into the gaping bore of
the silenced gun she held rock-steady in her outstretched hand. "Nikki, no...you can
have the money...I won't tell anyone...you've got to believe me.."
PHUUTT!....PHHUUTT!....PHHUUTT! Nicole shot him three times in the chest. He staggered
backwards and collapsed in a heap. The beautiful blonde lowered the gun. "I believe
you." she said plainly. She took a reflective drag as she watched him die. 