He was now in his hotel room sitting in a chair. His wrists and ankles were cuffed to the chair and the cuffs were covered and secured in place with yards of silvery duct tape. His mouth was stuffed with something unidentifiable and taped shut with more duct tape.
"An expert job," Dave thought to himself as he become slightly alarmed.
After surveying the room and
noticing that no one else was in it. Dave hoped that the woman had disappeared and had
left him tied up to be discovered by the maid. Dave focused all of his energy into one
super-human effort to simultaneously extricate himself from his bonds and make a noise
loud enough to be heard in an adjoining room. He failed miserably on both counts.
The duct tape and cuffs didn't budge at all and despite his furious attempts to scream, he
could barely muster a sound through the firmly applied duct tape.Watching Dave's futile attempts to escape, his abductress wearing a silk bathrobe smiled wickedly and entered the elegant dressing room of the hotel suite. She quickly disrobed revealing her sensational figure. The placement of Dave's chair in the dressing area was no accident. It had been placed there so he could watch the woman getting dressed. Over the next fifteen minutes the woman went to great lengths to put on a show for Dave. She dressed as slowly as possible putting on her nylons, silk blouse, black pinstriped business jacket with a matching mini-skirt and a pair of spiked high heeled shoes. Next she reached into her handbag and pulled out a pair of shiny black leather gloves. The gloves were so extremely tight fitting, that it took her a few minutes to pull them over her fingers . When she was done, the gloves looked like a second skin perfectly tucked under the sleeves of her jacket.
After observing the woman put on her gloves, Dave became very nervous. He remembered that it was the summer season. Why would she be putting on a pair of leather gloves?
"No" he thought to himself , "It's not possible that this woman is going to kill me"
Meanwhile the woman continued her dressing ritual. With her gloved hands she applied her make-up and wet ultra-gloss lipstick. The fact that this woman was 58 years old and old enough to be his mother was now irrelevant. Dave believed his life was in danger. The woman completed her "power" look by putting on a pair of designer black reflector sunglasses. Then she momentarily disappeared from sight and quickly reappeared.
The look of fear in Dave's pleading eyes as she approached him pleased her immensely. This was the part that she enjoyed the most. Instead of disposing of Dave in an efficient manner when she had the opportunity, she had violated every espionage rule in the book for her own pleasure. What made Dave more nervous was the fact the woman had not spoken a word throughout this process. Dave took little comfort in the fact that he had not seen the woman with a gun. If she was an experienced agent as he now suspected, in his current condition she could easily suffocate or strangle him.
Dave tried desperately to
communicate with her but she would have no part of it. She sat on Dave's lap and sensed
that she had aroused him. With one gloved hand she pulled Dave's face close to hers and
with the other gloved hand she removed the duct tape over his mouth and the scarves that
were stuffed into his mouth. Before he could speak, the woman began passionately kissing
him with her sticky lips. Before Dave had a chance to react, he heard the sound of
phuuut... and his body jerked back, and then three more times phuut......,phuut..........,
phuut........ as his body convulsed violently from the gunshots to the stomach. Pulling away, the truly evil mystery woman smiled one last time as she clutched her custom made gun and silencer that she had hidden in her jacket. While she observed her dead prisoner she slowly reapplied her lipstick and then smoothed over leather gloves to ensure that they had no wrinkles.
END- Part I
