Job Hunting!

Since her last JOB, Debbie had dropped the hint with several sources including her former boyfriend that she would be willing to DO ANYTHING for money. In a manner of speaking she had set out the bait and now was waiting for a bite. It had been several days and she was getting anxious when the phone rang. It was her former boyfriend. He asked, "when you said that you would do anything for money, did that even include killing someone?"

She lit a cigarette, exhaled and laughed. "That’s precisely what I meant! In fact I already have killed several men. Now I’m looking for a way to get paid for DOING THE JOB. You know become a pro, a Hitwoman! I know that my physical attributes can get me close to them, and most men would not suspect an attractive sexy woman was actually hired to kill them, so it would be relatively EASY. Actually when I killed those men, I enjoyed the power I had as I pulled the trigger. It was quite a sexual rush!!" She could tell from his voice that he was initially taken back by her comments and did not say a thing.

Then after some thought he said, "I’m surprised to hear you say this. I frankly thought you were talking about something else like smuggling, but you know a female killer for hire does make for some interesting possibilities." "There are people that I can discuss this with, but I think they’ll want some guarantees before they would consider using you. For all they know you could be setting them up for the cops."

Debbie taking a final drag on her cigarette exhaled and said, "Maybe I could give them a sample of my work for free? In other words I would do a HIT for them and you or someone could verify my WORK!"

He responded, "that could work. Let me talk to them and I’ll let you know."

Debbie had anxiously been awaiting a call from Mike, the ex-boyfriend; however she wasn’t letting that stop her from making other preparations. She had just returned from an all day shopping trip with her friend, Linda, an attractive buxom redhead in her late 20s. Linda did not know anything about Debbie’s criminal activities, as her financial advisor she only helped Debbie invest her money. She made quite a bit of money doing it, so she could care less how she acquired it. That day Linda went with Debbie as she purchased several wigs, a number of sexy outfits, to include accessories such as gloves, shoes, boots, scarves etc. for her expected new job. She thought to herself, "I’ll be the best dressed hitwoman in the business." She also had purchased a fur coat. As they sat down somewhat exhausted from the busy day of shopping,

Linda, lighting a cigarette, quipped, "with all of these outfits you’ll have every man wanting to fuck you!

Debbie giggled, thinking to herself, "the only ones I’ll be interested in attracting are those who won’t be living very long!" Debbie picked up a V120 and also lit it, took a drag and just then the phone rang. She moved to the phone picking it up and exhaling a plume of smoke as she answered, "Hello. Oh hi Mike. Did they accept my offer?" A smile appeared on her face as she heard the word YES!

Linda tapped the ash off her cigarette inhaled and asked "From your smile I guess you’ve got some good news? Don’t be setting up deals with somebody else and not giving me a chance as well."

Debbie said, "don’t worry it’s about a new job that I hope to get. I’ll let you know if you can be of help later." Taking another drag on her cigarette, she listened intently to Mike’s instructions.

He said, "meet me tomorrow evening at the Way Out room. Dress to kill and bring whatever you need to do the job. We’ll make the other arrangements."

Exhaling Debbie again smiled, "Great, I’ll be there. Looking forward to it!" Then she hung up the phone, stubbed out her cigarette and turned to Linda and said, "it’s all set! After tomorrow, I really should be making BIG money!"

Debbie had prepared for the evening all day, trying to decide how to dress. She decided to where a long curly brown wig and a new lavender leather jumpsuit, that clung tightly to her well-endowed body. Her shoulder bag was matching and it contained the usual items, lipstick, make-up, her cigarettes in a black leather case and a gold lighter. Of course it also contained unusual items; her 9mm silver-plated automatic and the silencer. Slipping on her black gloves and black leather coat , she lit a cigarette, holding it her gloved hand, she looked at herself in the mirror and thought "I’m DRESSED To KILL and I can’t Wait!" She got in her car and drove to the Way Out Club. As she entered she saw Mike sitting at a table and walked over to him.

He said, " hey, beautiful, if I wasn’t waiting for someone, I’d offer you a seat." Obviously not recognizing her.

She laughed, "it’s me Mike, dressed to kill just like you said! How about a light?"

"You certainly fooled me. You shouldn’t have any trouble getting his attention." He spoke as he lit the 120mm cigarette that she held in her ruby red lips. "Don’t look around but sitting over in the corner is your man. He’s fairly husky, red hair in his 30s and thinks he’s god’s gift to women. He’s outlived his usefulness and the powers to be thought it would be fitting if you, a beautiful seductive woman, would do him in."

Debbie exhaled blowing a soft plume of smoke in his direction as she spoke, "that shouldn’t be too difficult. What’s the plan?"

"We’ll make a scene, like I dumped you and you slap me and I’ll leave. Then having gotten his attention you let him come on to you, which is a lead pipe cinch," he laughed. "Lead him outside to your car and I’ll be waiting. We’ll force him into the back seat and have him lie face down. You’ll keep him covered as we drive to this motel room that was rented under his name. There you can finish job and I’ll witness it. How does that sound?"

Tapping the cigarette she picked it up in her gloved fingers and brought it to her wet glossy lips and inhaled and said, "sounds good to me, but I’d like to have a little fun with him. You know mind fuck him maybe a little torture before I complete the job. OK?"

He laughed "you’ve certainly become a nasty bitch haven’t you. I’m sure if this goes off as planned, you’ll have plenty of work in the future and be paid quite well."

Exhaling and stubbing out her cigarette and lighting another she leaned toward him while holding the long white cigarette in her gloved hand whispered, "that’s exactly what I want!"

"Good let’s get started give me your best dumped lover impersonation."

Debbie tapped her cigarette and smiled, "OK. Here goes. You rotten son-of-bitch!" she said in a raised voice so that everyone can hear. "You think you can just dump me and leave. Well here is something to remember me by," as she took her cigarette and put in out on his hand. He pulled his hand back in pain and rose quickly

"You are a crazy! I’m out of here!" and he walked out rubbing his hand leaving her alone at the table.

John, her target, immediately came over, seeing an opportunity to score said, "that’s a rotten way to treat a beautiful sexy woman such as yourself. You certainly don’t take any shit from anyone do you?"

Having settled down, she removed another cigarette from the case and lit it with her gold lighter, releasing a stream of smoke in his direction and saying, "yea, I got carried away, but that s.o.b. deserved it." All the while thinking "come into my web said the spider to the fly."

He smiled and said, " Well my name is Billie, and what you need is a real man who can give you what you need and I’m it!"

Debbie smiled at him as she took another long drag then exhaled and seeming to reflect on what he said, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "you know that’s not a bad idea" as she moved her stiletto heeled boot against his leg in a seductive manner. "We can go to my place where you can show me how a real man treats a woman, but before we go, I need to freshen up." Stubbing out her cigarette, Debbie got up taking her leather coat and bag with her.

"I’ll be waiting," he said thinking that this was going to be a SPECIAL NIGHT.

Debbie upon entering the restroom in private removed the automatic and silencer from her bag and attached the silencer to the barrel. Then she put on her coat, placing the automatic in her coat pocket. Then stood in front of the mirror reapplying her lipstick, thinking to herself and smirking, "a girl needs to look good for her job interview!" Lighting a cigarette, she walked out of the restroom. John was anxiously waiting for her as she motioned to him to follow her out the door into the dark night.

Placing her cigarette between her glossy wet lips, she said, "my car is over here around the back." As they approached the car, Mike appeared holding a gun. John started to react, but then he felt a hard object pressed into his side. Debbie had pressed against him and her hand in the pocket held the automatic with silencer attached.

She said in an evil tone, "keep your mouth shut and get your ass into the backseat and lay face down, or I’ll blow you away. Now!" He was startled by this sudden turn of events but he had no choice and complied.

Moving into the backseat with him and pushing the silencer equipped automatic against his neck, so that he could feel the cold metal cylinder touching his skin, she spoke in soft tones, "Mike, reach in the glove compartment. There’s a bottle of chloroform in there. Pour it on a cloth under the seat and give it me."

She continued to press the gun against the back of his neck while Mike did as she asked, giving her the cloth. "Good, you cover him while I put him to sleep."

Speaking to John as he lay on his stomach, she placed the chloroform soaked cloth over his mouth and nose and said in a hushed evil tone, "breathe deep Billie! It’s time to take a nap. Think about me because I’m going to be your worst nightmare and your executioner!"

Her words were ominous and he became fearful for the first time, but it was only a brief thought because the cold odorous cloth started to take effect. He quickly slipped into unconsciousness. "Good, he’s out cold. Give me the roll of tape under the seat and the handcuffs. Then let’s get out of here!"

Mike gave her the tape and the handcuffs, and she pulled his limp arms behind his back and handcuffed them and then tore off some tape placing it firmly over his mouth. Now she sat back and took out a cigarette from her case placing it in her ruby red lips, she flicked the lighter and a white creamy plume of smoke drifted from her sensuous lips and she said, " remember once we get to our destination, I want to have some fun before I kill him."

Mike nodded his head OK.

"Oh, by the way I’m almost out of cigarettes. Open the glove compartment and toss me that pack of V120s. I’ll need them later." Debbie relaxed in the backseat and smoked another cigarette before they arrived.

"His cabin is somewhat isolated from the others, so we shouldn’t have anyone noticing our bringing him in." Mike spoke as he turned onto the property. Bill was still out cold when they arrived. Mike unlocked the door of the cabin, and then they both pulled Bill out of the car carrying him into the room and tossing him on the bed.

Taking off her leather coat, she looked at Mike and said in a seductive voice, "let’s put him in a chair, we may need to use the bed ourselves!"

Mike smiled knowingly and put a chair in the center of the room, and they propped him up. Debbie took the roll of duct tape and taped his legs to each front leg of the chair and taped his body to the chair so that he would not fall out of it.

Satisfied with her work, she calmly lit a fresh cigarette from the new pack and said, "he won’t be going anywhere. Remember how we fucked each other after the jobs we pulled, well I’m game are you? If you are, why don’t you unzip me."

Mike moved toward her began to unzip her leather jumpsuit and said, "you haven’t changed a bit! You’re as horny and sexy as ever and even more beautiful," as he undressed her and saw and fondled her breasts. For over 30 minutes they screwed each other. Then Debbie noticed that Bill was beginning to wake.

She commented sarcastically to him, "I bet a REAL man like you would like some of this action; however I have OTHER PLANS for you baby!"

Debbie slipped into her jumpsuit, put on her gloves, picked up her bag and removed her cigarettes and lighter, and also in a very deliberate fashion pulled out the automatic so that John could see it, pointing the silenced barrel at him and laughing, "this has to do with the OTHER PLANS!

Mike was intently watching her actions as she lit the cigarette inhaled deeply and blew a white creamy cloud of smoke in his face. She did this several times, and although his mouth was taped shut, it was obvious that he was choking on the smoke. She ripped open his shirt and jabbed the lit cigarette into his bare chest. He riled in pain. She laughed, "you know you make a good ashtray!"

She lit another cigarette and with each drag she blew the smoke directly in his face. In one instance she placed her lips over his nose and exhaled. She noticed beads of sweat on his forehead and giggled, "is this too much for the BIG man! Beg me to stop!"

She noticed his trying to say something but it was intelligible. She pulled his head back with one gloved hand and with the other put her cigarette out on his cheek and laughed, "it’s quite smoky in here. You know what we need is a different type of smoke. Smoke from my gun!"

She looked at Mike to indicate she was ready. He reached in the drawer and removed a camera and said, as she reapplied her lipstick and lit another cigarette, he said, "they wanted proof that you did it, so I’ll take a picture of him now, one when you kill him, and one after. It’s also insurance for them, if you decide to renege on future jobs. Any problem?"

Looking toward him then turning to Billie and saying, "I think that’s OK. What do you think, Johnnie boy, you macho S.O.B.! What a way to go huh?" She maintained eye contact with Bill as Mike took a picture, noticing more beads of sweat on his forehead she said, "now for another picture, but your not going to like this one at all!"

As she placed the V120 between her lips and using one gloved hand to support her gloved hand that held the automatic, she said to Mike, "just let me know when you are ready."

She noticed him nodding and she put her face close to John’s with the cigarette still held in her ruby lips and whispered, "thanks for making me a very rich woman, baby. Now I’ll smoke for you!!"

She stepped back and with her black gloved gun hand braced by the other, she tightened her finger on the trigger and fired twice "pftt" "pftt". Her gun hand recoiled from the force, the barrel flashed and smoke drifted from the barrel as Bill’s body rocked violently from each bullet as each struck him in the chest.

"One more to make sure!" As she pressed the barrel against his temple and pulled the trigger again. "pftt" She looked at Mike and smiled and said as she dropped her cigarette on the floor and crushed it with her foot and cooed, "Do I get the JOB?"

Mike looked at her and replied, "remind me not to get on your bad side! Yea, there’s no doubt, they’ll be pleased when the see the pictures. and I tell them of your work. You’ll get many other opportunities, and make the Big money in the future, at least $20K per job. By the way you’ll need a code name, I think in light of what I’ve seen the ‘Smoky’ would be a good one. If someone calls and wants to speak to Smoky, you’ll know we gave them your number. Then you can work out the details to include price with them. We only get a referral fee paid by the individual who contacts you. Is that acceptable to you?"

Putting the gun back in her bag and straightening her clothes and readjusting her gloves, Debbie put on her coat. Looking back at the deceased ‘Macho Man’ with a satisfying grin on her face, she said, " That is VERY acceptable. I’ll anxiously be waiting for a call for Smoky!