Late in the July afternoon, the sun scorched the Mediterranean shores below. Exhausted from a day of sun worship, water sports, and souvenir shopping, crowds of tourists began gathering at the outdoor cafes and taverns, which lined the city’s waterfront. Although not yet dinnertime the scent of fried seafood began to drift throughout the harbor, where a multitude of yachts and other pleasure craft were moored against the pier.
On the deck of one of those boats, was an attractive blonde girl wearing a triangle top and string bottom bikini. Her tanned skin was proof that this was not her first time sun bathing. Facing inland, she casually sat up and leaned her body backward against the palms of her hands. Looking comfortable, her right leg extended straight out in front of her, whereas her left knee was bent at a forty-five degree angle. She then tilted her head back, letting the bright rays glisten off her sunglasses, while her long golden hair dangled downward.
Then another girl also very tanned, but this time brunette stepped out from behind the cabin door. Barefooted, the newcomer walked out onto the deck wearing a pair of snug fitting blue jeans and a black, lace tank top.
"You know Tiffany, you need to put some more suntan lotion on your shoulders," said the brunette with an Italian accent. Upon hearing the voice, Tiffany rolled over on her stomach. Bringing her hands behind her, she then undid the top of her bikini.
"Can you put some on my back Daniella?" said Tiffany as she held up a tube of sun- screen.
"You Americans are all the same. Always trying to get somebody else to do your dirty work," replied Daniella as she picked up the tube and squeezed. Slowly, the lotion oozed out and fell onto Tiffany’s back producing a curvy trail of white cream crossing over itself. Daniella then placed her hands on top of Tiffany’s shoulders, and began to rub them over her warm, sun soaked skin, while inhaling the exotic, tropical fragrance drifting upward from Tiffany’s body. As the lotion sloshed in between her fingers, Daniella’s hands smoothly slid over Tiffany, delicately etching themselves into the lean but firm grooves of her muscles. Titillated by the way Daniella’s hand gently glided over her, Tiffany smiled, indulging in the way the massage relaxed her. By the time Tiffany’s back was covered with a glossy shield, Daniella applied a coat over the back of her legs as well.
"So are you all set for tonight?" asked Tiffany
"Oh yes! I am so looking forward to settling things tonight. How do I look? Do you think mi amore will like me like this?" replied Daniella as she stood up, leaned back against the rail of the boat, and modeled her appearance. Tiffany lifted her head up and rested her chin on top of her right hand, which was propped up on its elbow. The bewitching gaze of her green eyes and free flowing, shiny hair made Daniella seem desirously untamable. Attentively looking Daniella over, Tiffany observed the way her makeup radiantly matched her complexion, and how the creamy coat of swirling pink lip-stick made Daniella’s lips so pleasingly full. Her lace top pressed against her skin and was hemmed at the rib so that her figure looked all the more wasp like as her narrow waist visibly gave way to the fleshy magnificence of widening hips. The waistline of the faded blue jeans she wore, rose below Daniella’s navel showing off her flat waistline, while slung across her hip and below her belt loops was a thick, metallic lariat decorated with crystal and ornate patterns.
"You look like a little tramp," replied Tiffany with a giggle
"That’s right! Just the way he likes me. Maybe I’ll even let him get lucky tonight," answered Daniella with a sly grin on her face.
"Whatever you do just be careful," said Tiffany as she pushed herself up off of the deck and took a couple of steps toward Daniella. When they stood directly in front of one another they both leaned forward and exchanged a kiss on the cheek.
"Don’t worry Tiffany, I have an angel watching over me." said Daniella as she sat down on a bench, crossed her legs and strapped her feet into a pair of stiletto sandals.
Moments later Tiffany leaned forward on the rail and watched Daniella head down the pier toward town. As usual male onlookers’ heads began to turn. It was amazing how easy it was for Daniella to get men eating out of her hands, thought Tiffany. The swinging motion of her hips always caught the attention of the men nearby, while her flirtatious smile and wave dazzled them.
By the time Daniella reached the waterfront a large crowd of people were parading down the walkways. At one of the outdoor cafes Daniella could see Goran sitting at a table. Looking every bit the part of a Balkan mobster, he had a bottle of cognac in front of him, a cigarette in one hand, and his cell phone in the other. Sitting along side him were several large boned men in military haircuts, which looked displeased to be sitting in public rather than out breaking legs.
Undeterred Daniella came up from behind Goran. Because the bodyguards knew her, they made no attempt to stop her from nearing Goran. Instead they contently stared at her navel and very fit midsection.
"Guess who?" said Daniella as she playfully blindfolded Goran with her hands.
"Ah! It’s about time you arrived," answered Goran as he sniffed the fragrance of her perfume and placed his cell phone on the table. Reaching back up he grabbed a hold of her wrist, and guided the back of her right hand to his lips. After he kissed her hand, Daniella leaned forward and kissed the side of his mouth. Once her lips made contact, the tip of her tongue protruded forward and tickled the inside corner of his mouth. In response Goran turned his head toward her and tried to envelop her lips completely with his mouth, but before he could, Daniella coyly moved her face away.
"Come on Goran there will be plenty time for that later," she said as she sat down next to him, and poured herself a glass of cognac. Not before too long a waiter brought out their dinner trays and a vintage bottle of wine.
Meanwhile, out in the harbor Tiffany stood behind a boat wheel and steered it away from the pier. Once she reached her not too distant destination, she dropped anchor and went back into the cabin. When she returned she was carrying a black briefcase. Walking to the front of the boat she knelt down on the deck and pressed the case snaps with her fingers so that the top could pop open. Inside the case were the parts of a high caliber rifle. Going about her business, she efficiently assembled the pieces. Turning around in the opposite direction she looked through the scope of the rifle out into the sea until her eyes found the two bottle shaped buoys she had thrown over board earlier. Calmly pressing her cheeks against the butt of the rifle she then placed the tip of her right index finger on the trigger and squeezed off two silent rounds. A smile of satisfaction formed on her face when the bullets shattered their targets. The only thing for her to do now was wait. Like a fisherman waiting for a prize catch to take the bait on the hook, she would patiently lie next to her weapon until her target presented itself.
Back on the waterfront, Goran and Daniella entered an elevator at a seaside hotel accompanied by Goran’s two burliest bodyguards. As the door closed the two bodyguards came up from behind Daniella, and began patting her down so as to check for any possible concealed weapon.
"Come on boys all you had to do was ask, I’ll be glad to give you a closer look if you really want one." responded Daniella as her eyes defiantly glared at the two men while she teasingly began unbuttoning her pants.
"You know how it is, one can never be too careful these days especially with women," joked Goran as he motioned the two bodyguards away from her.
"Don’t worry Goran, I promise not to bite unless you want me to," said Daniella as she allowed her pants to drop slightly enough to reveal the black v string lingerie she was wearing underneath her jeans.
After they reached their floor the entire group moved out of the elevator and into the hall until they came to Goran’s room. While the two bodyguards remained outside, Goran and Daniella entered. Before the door closed Daniella mischievously looked back at the two bodyguards and puckered her lips.
Once the door closed she pressed her body against Goran’s and wrapped her arms around him. Immediately, Goran did likewise and the two of them exchanged kisses. Suddenly, before Goran was content, Daniella stepped away.
"It’s too hot in here. I’ve got to open up those windows before I burn up," said Daniella as she walked over to the wood shutters then opened them up, exposing a seaside view.
"Yes, that’s better," commented Daniella as she felt the cool sea breeze blow against her body.
Placing the palms of her arms on the window pain she pushed herself up until she sat on the edge. Casually she crossed her legs and slowly unstrapped her sandals until they fell off her feet onto the floor. Goran for his part was entranced by Daniella’s beauty and stared at her lustfully
"So Goran what do you want to do now?" she asked in a sultry voice. Moving off the seal she walked up to Goran who had just sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Ok Goran you’ve been a good boy. So I’m going to give you something nice." Slowly she began unbuttoning her pants building up Goran’s anticipation with each snap. Then she turned her back toward him and slightly bent forward, and wiggled her way out of the jeans like a snake shedding its skin. Looking back at Goran she could see the gratified smile on his face as he leeringly admired her. When Daniella stood up straight, her jeans plummeted to the ground. Gracefully she lifted up her feet until they cleared away from the jeans.
"Have you thought about what you want me to do to you Goran?" said Daniella as she reached back, pulled on her v string, and snapped it back against her flesh. Turning back around she unbuttoned the top of her lace cami, making her cleavage visible. Then she got down on her hands and knees and began crawling toward Goran, halting in front of his shoes. She then lifted her neck and back up until her face was parallel to his groin. On her knees she reached out with her hands and began to undo his pants. Taking as much time as possible her right hand pulled down on his zipper allowing her left hand to fit through the opening. Delicately cupping his masculinity in her hand she began gently etching him with her fingernails, making him stiffen with excitement.
Goran’s anticipation increased when he saw her lower her face down.
"Soon you’ll be in a dream world Goran. Just close your eyes and think of me." Goran’s body tingled as he felt her cool mint breath blowing between his zipper. Daniella’s eyes mischievously gleamed as she looked up, and saw Goran with his eyes closed, and mouth gaping open waiting for the carnal gifts he believed she would give him.
Just then Goran’s head suddenly jolted forward as if he had been clubbed from behind. As his head slumped down blood began flowing from a hole in the back of his skull. Before his body could fall on her, Daniella stood up, and placed her right foot on his shoulder. With little effort she pushed forward until his back fell against the mattress.
"Sorry Goran, but you’re not my type." Then she gazed out into the sea where she knew Tiffany was watching, and blew her a kiss