Michael Morris had a bad temper but this time his feel his wrath rising up within him, choking him almost to the point where he could barely talk. "I don't want to hear any fucking excuses!!!" he screamed into the phone. "I want it done, I want it done right and I want it done now!!!!" He listened for a moment and felt his rage surge even higher. "Fuck Frank Marchetti and fuck the mob!" he screamed. "They don't fucking run this town. I do! Nobody messes with me. Now if you can't get the job done I'll fire your sorry ass and get somebody else to do it!!! You got that??".
He listened to the cowered voice on the other end. "That's fucking right," he said. "And don't you forget it!!" Morris slammed the phone down. "Jesus H Christ!!" he said, his face red with rage.
"Mike calm down".
"Calm down nothing," Morris said, looking at his long-time assistant sitting across his desk. "I'm sick and tired of excuses....Heads are going to roll". The assistant nodded as Morris looked out the window from his penthouse office above the Tigiris Casino. The Las Vegas Strip spread out below him. It was a sensational view, but nothing less than expected from one of the richest gambling moguls in America.
"Michael, what do you want," the assistant said. "We have three casinos, they're all doing well, the money is flowing in like Niagara Falls".
Morris looked back at his assistant. He wore a charcoal gray suit with a red power tie. His reddish hair was blown dry and styled, his fingernails manicured and three gold and diamond rings glittered in the sunlight. "I am not going to kow-tow to the mob," he snapped. "This isn't about money. It's about power".
"Mike this mob isn't something you want to mess with," the assistant said.
"Fuck the mob," Morris snapped. "The mob is dead. Frank Marchetti is nothing. Before I'm through with him, he'll be just another fucking dago twirling pizza".
The assistant shook his head. "I hope you know what you're doing".
********
Angelique loved the feeling of having Catwoman's naked body lying next to her. They were both glistening with sweat. Angelique wrapped her arm around Catwoman's breasts, slid her leg across her pelvis and nuzzled her neck softly with her lips. "Hmmm, that feels good my love," Catwoman whispered softly.
Angelique smiled and did it a couple more times. Catwoman pulled her softly to her. Angelique closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and saw Catwoman staring at the ceiling. "Cat," she whispered.
"Yes my love".
"I'm worried about this".
"What?"
"This job".
"What's wrong?" Catwoman said.
"We shouldn't do this. I'm worried about it".
"I'm worried about the air-conditioning. Is it hot in here or is it just
you?"
"Cat," Angelique said. "Be serious".
"I am serious. It's hot in here. I've never worked up such a sweat making love to you before".
"Cat!" Angelique snapped.
"All right. Talk. What's wrong".
"This is wrong".
"What? The job?"
"Yes. It's cold-blooded murder".
"So?"
"We're robbers and thieves, not murderers". Catwoman lit a Salem 100 and let the
creamy smoke drift out. She placed the cigarette in her partner's lips and let her take a
luxurious drag off it.
"We're criminals my dear," Catwoman said. "We went through all this in Italy. Murder is just another crime. We killed that couple in Tuscany".
"I know. But I was under the impression that we would kill only if it was a necessary part of the robbery".
"Are you not Angelique...the Angel of Death?" Catwoman asked.
"Yes...but. You don't owe Mr, Marchetti anything. We don't owe him anything"
"I didn't say we did," Catwoman said. "He didn't order us to do this. He
asked and I said yes"
"Why?".
"We need the money to fix the air-conditioning".
"We have enough money to buy a glacier" Angelique said. "We don't need the
money"
"My love," Catwoman said. "I don't need anything from anybody but
you".
"Then...".' "I want to do this job. It will be a rush. Total power. Total
control. Total ruthlessness"
"But".
"It's the ultimate crime and I am the ultimate criminal. This guy deserves what he
gets anyway. He's a slimeball. But I don't care. I want to do it. I have to do it"
"Why?"
"Because it will make me complete. It will make you complete. Once we cross this
border, we will be the ultimate criminals. Don't you understand?"
"No..."
"Once we reach the point where we kill without conscious, without remorse, without
thinking twice, we will be the ultimate criminals. Doing what we want, when we want and
not letting anybody stand in our way". Angelique pressed her body closer to Catwoman.
"I understand.."
"Look Angel," Catwoman said. "This is a two-woman job. I need you. Are you
going to be there with me".
Angelique looked directly in Catwoman's eyes and took a deep drag off the cigarette before handing it back to her. "Always".
********
Rosa Perez was not supposed to be in the United States. She was Mexican, an illegal immigrant who couldn't speak a word of English. She was barely 30 and already a mother of four children: two boys who were working the fields back home and two malnourished girls, six and four, who were already learning the meaning of hard labor. Her husband had been injured in a severe accident and couldn't work. There was barely enough money for food. They lived in a mud hut. So Rosa came to the United States looking for work and found it at the Morris Towers Hotel. She was a maid, working 16 hours a day for $4 an hour. When her two shifts were done, she would walk two miles to a ramshackle apartment she shared with seven other illegals and try to rest her weary body for another day.
It was almost quitting time, a few minutes before 11 at night. Her body ached all over as she pushed a cart full of dirty towels down the darkened corridor of the basement of the Morris Towers Hotel. She knew nothing of moguls or mobs, money or poker machines, she just knew she lived a wretched miserable existence and she wondered if it would ever end. She turned the corner and.... Saw a woman pointing a gun right at her head. Her eyes bulged in terror at the menacing figure standing in front of her. Another woman, just as malevolent, stood next to her. Catwoman took aim. No witnesses, she thought. She saw the red dot shine on the woman's forehead and gently squeezed the trigger. The shot missed right, cracking a hole in the wall behind her. Angelique had pulled Catwoman's arm, forcing her to miss the shot.
"Cat no!!!" Angelique said. Rosa sobbed and did the sign of the cross.
"Angel," Cat snapped fiercely. "We can't have any witnesses!!".
Wait," Angelique said. "There's a better way"
"What?" Angelique wore a dark leather skirt and a white tank-top covered by a
black leather jacket. She had on sunglasses and leather boots that went up to her calves.
She reached inside her jacket and pulled out bottle of chloroform. She reached into the
cart and grabbed a towel, quickly soaking it with the liquid. She grabbed Rosa.
"No...por favor...no," the terrified maid sputtered. Angelique was rough. She
shoved the lady's face in the towel and forcefully held the rag against her. The lady
didn't realize it but Angelique was saving her life. Rosa passed out and gently Angelique
guided her fall into the cart.
Working quickly, Angelique covered the lady with dirty towels. "There," she said.
"You going to chloroform everybody we meet?" Catwoman asked.
"No...but we can't kill a fucking maid"
"Angel..this is a fucking hit. We're going to have to kill somebody"
"I know"
"You with me or not?"
"Of course"
"Okay...this is where we split up. You go down that corridor. The kitchen is on the
left. You'll find the service elevator. Get it and hold it. The security surveillance room
is in the other direction. I'll take care of business there and meet you at the
elevator"
"Got it"
"Angel...if you meet somebody...you know what to do". Angelique nodded. She
watched Catwoman slip stealthily down the corridor and she did the same in the other
direction. She looked inside her jacket and checked the Beretta. The silencer was firmly
fixed in place and she knew the gun was loaded. She knew also she could use it if she had
to. The thought of the innocent maid though gave her the shivers. Bad business, she
thought, bad business.
She found the kitchen and the elevator. It was on the kitchen level. She turned it off and waited for Cat, sitting silently in the shadows and watching for any movement. ******
Catwoman moved confidently and quickly down the corridor, her soft supple leather boots not making a sound on the concrete floor. Inside her black leather catsuit she felt the excitement pulse through he body. Tonight, she thought. Tonight I will become the ultimate criminal. She pushed thoughts of the terrified maid out of her mind and concentrated on finding the security room. Bypassing the electronic system had been easy enough. But she knew there were cameras all over the building and they wouldn't be able to get to the targeted penthouse suite without being seen unless....
She found the door to the room. She pulled out her Beretta, slowly twisted the knob and pulled open the door. There were two guards watching the many video monitors. They heard the door open, turned quickly and stared wide-eyed. Catwoman was too quick. She took aim at the guard on the right..... Phhhhfffttt. The bullet tore through his forehead, spurting blood and the guard slumped helplessly to the floor. The other guard went for his gun but it was too late.... Phhhhhfftttt. Another bullet ripped through his head, splattering his brains on the video console. The smell of smoke wafted through the room.
Catwoman smiled as she felt the adrenaline rush through her. "Next life get a real fucking job," she snarled. Cold-blooded, she thought. That's the word.
*********
Angelique grew impatient. Where is Cat, she thought, crouching behind a counter in the kitchen. She couldn't wait. Her curiosity got the better of her and she snuck to the kitchen door and looked down the corridor, anxiously waiting to see Catwoman coming. She peered into the darkness for several long minutes but nothing moved. She turned back into the kitchen. She found herself looking in the eyes of a security guard, his gun drawn and pointed right at her. "Don't fucking move....get your hands up," he snarled. Angelique complied, her heart beating through her chest. "Who the fuck are you," the guard snarled. "I-I-I got lost...". Angelique sputtered.
The guard looked at her outfit. "Bullshit!!" he snapped. "What do you
have here..".' The guard reached inside Angelique's jacket and snatched the Beretta.
"What the fuck is this??"
"I-I-I carry it for protection"
"With a silencer? Bull -fucking - shit". The guard threw the Beretta on a
counter and pulled a walkie-talkie from his belt. "This is Szumowski....I have an
intruder alert...Armed and dangerous. Get your asses in here. In the back of the
kitchen". A crackle came over the walkie-talkie. "Roger"
"All right sister. Pretty soon we're going to find out who you are". Angelique
just looked at him, praying that Catwoman would come before the other security guards. She
looked at her captor and felt immediate disdain. He was 40-something and bald with a fat
belly and a stubble on his chin. He smelled to high heaven of tobacco and God knows what
else. God where is Catwoman, Angelique thought. Two security guards came first from the
opposite end of the kitchen.
"Stosh...what'd you find". The two guards stopped, first astonished and then
elated. "Holy fuck," one of them said. "Yeah," said Szumowski.
"Ain't she sumthin"
"What's she doing down here"
"Dunno but check the piece there on the counter.."
"Fuck me," said the other guard, staring at the Beretta "This bitch is a
real piece of work"
"Got that right.".' Szumowski said. "Wanna call the cops?" Szumowski
looked at Angelique long and hard. He felt his cock stirring. "Not yet"
"What?"
"Grab her!!" Szumowski said. Angelique tried to bolt but the two security guards
grabbed her by both arms. She struggled but Szumowski pointed the gun at her forehead and
snarled, "Stop bitch or I'll blow your brains out". Angelique lashed out a kick
at Szumowski but missed. She prayed for Catwoman. "Boys," said Szumowski.
"Let’s have some fun"
"What did you have in mind...".' Szumowski pointed to a large table in the
middle of the kitchen. "Get her on that"
"You filthy bastard.....". Angelique snarled as she was dragged across the
kitchen. The two guards were rough and their grip tight. Angelique struggled but it was no
use. She couldn't break their hold. They flung her on the table, still holding tightly,
and she felt her head slam against the stainless steel top. Szumowski walked over slowly,
deliciously staring at his prey. The two guards smiled as Angelique continued her futile
struggle. "Hurry up Stosh," one guard moaned. "I want my chance"
"Don't worry. She's woman enough for all of us, aren't you sister"
"Fuck you..".
"That's the whole idea bitch". Szumowski pulled down his pants and brought out his cock. It was getting stiff and he stroked it hard to quicken the process. "My what a nice twat you have," he said, pulling up Angelique's skirt .He ripped hard at her satin panties and they slid down to her boots. His cock was erect. "Don't worry sis, this won't hurt...too much...will it boys". Szumowski said. He looked at his two fellow rapists who were both staring at his bulging cock.
"Fucking hurry Stosh," said one. "Let's rape the shit out of this bitch,
waste her and get..". He never finished the sentence. A bullet pieced his left temple
and he slumped to the floor. Before he hit the ground, another bullet smashed into the
second guard and he went flying into a rack of pans, then fell hard to the floor.
Szumowski turned, his pants still at his ankles and his hand still on his cock. "What
the..."
"Get away from her," Catwoman snarled, pointing her gun right at his forehead.
"Hey..what the fuck...we were just having some fun"
"Right," Catwoman said. "Now I'm going to have my fun"
"No," Angelique said.
"Don't". Catwoman looked at her partner, slowly getting up off the table.
"Angel, you've got to be kidding"
"Don't!!!" Angelique snapped. But this wasn't a plea to save an innocent maid.
This was an order from a woman standing there with hatred in her eyes. Catwoman knew the
fat slob was about to die, just not by her gun. Angelique stood up, pulled her panties
back on, smoothed out her skirt and pulled her leather coat back over her shoulders. She
walked across the room and reclaimed her gun. She walked back, pointed it at her former
captor and looked at Catwoman. "Get his handcuffs!!!"
Catwoman obeyed, surprised and pleased with the command in her partner's voice.
Angelique pointed at a metal post, running from the floor to the ceiling. "Handcuff
him to that post. Both hands!!!"
"Yes boss," Catwoman smiled "Move it boy!!!" Szumowski complied, his
stiff cock flapping in the breeze. Catwoman snapped one wrist to the post, then another.
Angelique reached into her jacket, pulled out a Salem 100 and lit it. She walked over to
her helpless victim and blew smoke in his face. Then she pushed her Beretta into his cock.
"You wanted me to do something to that cock...didn't you..".' He said nothing.
"ANSWER ME COCKSUCKER.....DIDN'T YOU????"
"Hey..". he sputtered. `"I'm sorry"
"Fuck you," she said. She took another deep drag of her cigarette and blew the
smoke in his face. Then she fired two shots into the base of his cock. The pain was beyond
belief. "Oh my fucking God...". he screamed as he dropped to his knees in mortal
pain. "How does that feel....faggot". Angelique snarled.
"All right Angel....finish it and let's go," Catwoman implored
"Wait," Angelique snapped at Catwoman. She looked around the kitchen. She saw what she needed. While Szumowski knelt on the floor gasping for air and groaning in agony, Angelique walked over to a shelf and grabbed a bottle of brandy. Catwoman stared at her in wonder. Angelique unscrewed the brandy and walked back to Szumowski. She slapped his cap off and poured the brandy all over his head. Then she pulled out her lighter and flicked it. A small yellow flame spouted out. Slowly Angelique lowered the flame until it licked the brandy on the side of Szumowski's face. Then he screamed in sheer agony as the brandy erupted into a ghastly blue flame, turning Szumowski into a human torch.
"Jesus..".' Catwoman muttered.
"Need a light my dear?" Angelique smiled.
Catwoman stared at Angelique and then smiled as she pulled out her own cigarette. "Yes. I believe I do". Angelique lit Catwoman's cigarette and then looked at the huddled figure on the floor. His face had turned black and then fire had spread to his uniform. Angelique looked at Catwoman. "Let's finish this job".
********
Catwoman let out a creamy stream of white smoke and watched it drift toward the
ceiling. "My love," Angelique said. "You're breaking the law.."
"What," Catwoman said. "There's no smoking in elevators. You don't want to
get us arrested do you". Catwoman laughed, dropped the cigarette to the floor and
stomped on it with her leather boot.
"My apologies," she said as the elevator came to a stop on the 32ndfloor. The
two women crept off. They were in a small landing area. Catwoman snuck to the door and
peered out quickly. "There are two goons standing guard in front of the suite,"
she whispered. "Okay....what"
"One is wearing a blue jacket. He's yours"
"Okay"
"You gonna take him?" Catwoman asked.
"My love," Angelique said. "He has just two more minutes to live".
Catwoman smiled and leaned over to give Angelique a soft kiss. "Follow me Angel". The two women emerged from the landing area and slowly walked down the hall. Their guns remaining hidden in their jackets. The guards saw them approach and watched them closely, not believing the voracious sexual appetite of their boss. They were used to prostitutes showing up and they never ceased to admirer the boss's tastes. These two leather-clad vixens were especially sumptuous and they once again found themselves dreaming of one day getting the leftovers. The one in the blue suit turned and faced them.
"Okay ladies, you know the drill. I need a password". Catwoman just smiled and pulled her gun. Angelique did the same. They aimed quickly. Phhhfftttt! Phhhfftttt! The two men dropped to the ground without a sound, a bullet hole neatly placed in both their foreheads. "Password?" Catwoman said. "We don't need no stinkin" password". Angelique laughed quietly.
"What now my love," she whispered.
"This," Catwoman said, producing a hotel passkey from her jacket. *******
Donna exuded sex. If a poll were taken among Las Vegas high rollers she would easily win Most Beautiful Woman in the city. On this night she looked exceptionally beautiful in a long black, low-cut evening gown, her brown hair neatly tied in a bun and a stunning pearl necklace draped over her shapely neck. Gold loops dangled from her ears. She was 24 and she had the world in her hands. She had been a dancer until Michael Morris spotted her. Then she became an executive in the Morris Company, her job being chief mistress for the city's wealthiest patron. While Mrs. Dana Morris remained at the mansion and stewed, Donna was seen everywhere with Michael Morris, the charade being she was his top assistant. But her real job was to satisfy his every whim, mostly in the sex department.
She was good, of course, but the boss craved variety and on this night she brought him a special treat. Kathy was 18, a Kansas farm girl who had fled to Sin City to become a chorus girl. She had beauty, smarts and ambition and she hit Las Vegas running. Smart enough to realize who Donna was, she quickly curried her favor and became a favorite. Tonight they sat on a sofa in Morris' magnificent suite, the casino mogul sitting between them. Kathy was gently stroking Morris' cock in anticipation of giving him the best blow job he had ever received.
Donna watched her young nude protégé do her thing for a moment, then returned her attention to the glass coffee table while Morris moaned in delight. He wore only a purple velvet robe and it was wide open. Donna glanced at Kathy as she lowered her head and placed Morris' cock in her mouth and gradually slid her tongue up and down his shaft. Donna turned her attention to the pile of cocaine on the table. She picked up the exacto knife and rapidly chopped the coke into fine white powder. Then she separated it into four fat lines, each three inches long. Satisfied they were perfect, she picked up a gold-plated coke spoon, bent over and snorted the first line luxuriously.
The coke rushed through her nose and she closed her eyes in delight. Then she lowered her head once more and again with the gold spoon sniffed hard and long at the second line. She felt her pussy moisten and her head spin as she stared up at the ceiling. Then, as Kathy accelerated her thrust on Morris' cock, she reached over for a gold cigarette case, pulled out a VS 120 and lit it. She closed her eyes, took a deep drag and felt the nicotine mingle with the cocaine in her blood stream.
When she opened her eyes, she saw two malevolent women in black standing there, both pointing weapons at the sofa. "What the...". Donna exclaimed. Then she saw a flash and the bullet ripped into her skull through the forehead. Next thing she knew she was standing face-to-face with Satan. Kathy saw Donna fall over, looked up and screamed. Morris was dazed, looked at the woman and started to say something.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!!!" Catwoman yelled. Kathy cut short her scream as she saw Angelique saunter over to her.
"So my dear," Angelique said, towering over her. "You like to suck huh?" Kathy said nothing. Morris was staring at Donna's limp body. "Here," Angelique said. "Suck on this". She stuck the Beretta in Kathy's mouth. "Come on you fucking whore, suck on it". Kathy placed her lips around the barrel and felt Angelique thrust it into her mouth three times. Then Angelique pulled the trigger and blew her brains out.
"Oh God.. Oh God". Morris muttered, still unable to overcome his shock. "Get up!!!" Catwoman ordered. Morris numbly obeyed, rising from the couch, his swollen red cock still dangling outside the robe.
"Over there," Catwoman ordered, pointing to the bar. On one end the bar, a post protruded and was attached to the ceiling. Before he could realize what was happening, Catwoman had him shackled in handcuffs with both hands.
"That's a good boy," Catwoman said.
"He's not only a good boy, he's a pretty boy," Angelique said. She picked up the exacto knife off the table and walked over to Morris. "Are you a pretty boy?" she asked. Morris nodded. Angelique, with deadly swiftness, slashed twice, ripping two cuts in each of his cheeks.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!" Morris closed his eyes in agony as the blood dripped down his face. "You fucking bitches....you'll pay for this," he groaned. Catwoman and Angelique both laughed. Then they heard the knock on the door. "I'll get it," Catwoman said, winking at Angelique.
Catwoman went to the door to the suite and opened it. In walked Frank Marchetti, Mrs.
Morris and Morris' assistant. "Hello my dear," Marchetti said, kissing Catwoman
on the cheek. "I saw your handiwork outside, is everything going well?"
"Couldn't be better," Catwoman said with an evil smile. The three walked into
the suite, eyed the two dead bodies on the floor then saw Morris shackled to the bar post.
"Good evening Mr. Morris," the assistant said. Morris looked up bewildered. The pain in his face couldn't mask his confusion as he looked at his arch-enemy, his wife and his long-time assistant standing in front of him.
"What the fuck..".' he muttered, his eyes skirting from person to person.
"Sir," said his assistant. "Mr. Marchetti has proposed a merger of our
two companies. We have gone over the details at length and it seems to be a very lucrative
deal for both sides".
"You've got to be..".' Morris said.
"No sir," the assistant said. "If I may, I would like to go over the
main points with you". Morris nodded, the pain from the two knife cuts still searing
his face. "Mr. Marchetti will come in as a silent partner, assuming 40 percent of the
profits," the assistant said. "I will take over as president of the Morris
Company. Your wife will assume control as Chairman of the Board in your absence. Of course
only with your approval"
"My approval?," he sputtered.
"Yes sir," the assistant said.
"My absence...".
"Yes sir," the assistant said. "Being the unfortunate victim of a kidnapping. Of course sir, with your approval, the ransom would be staggering...".
Mrs. Morris cut in. "Michael darling," she said. "We've all agreed on a
$3 million ransom. Of course, you must realize that I can't pay that. Giving in to
terrorists and all that. You said it yourself, you can't bow down to anybody"
"You bitch," Morris said. Mrs. Morris looked at Donna's dead body.
"Oh Michael," she said. "Are you still hanging around with this coke whore?' Don't you know this woman is bad for you?" Mrs. Morris walked over to the coffee table, dug her fingernail into the pile of cocaine and snorted a small sampling through her nose. She sniffed elegantly. "Oh Michael," she said. "You always had exquisite taste in the finer things in life".
Morris continued to stare at her. "Who will do the honors," Mrs. Morris said.
Catwoman stepped forward. "That's what I get paid for," Catwoman said.
"Good," Mrs. Morris said.
"Where do you want it," Catwoman asked.
"Anywhere through the brain would be fine". Catwoman nodded, walked over to Mr. Morris and put the Beretta up against his temple. "Tell me when".
Morris stared at his wife. "Dana," he said. "How can you do this"
"Now," Mrs. Morris said. Catwoman squeezed the trigger and the bullet ripped
into Morris' head killing him instantly. His wife looked at the body, still shackled to
the bar post. "It was easy," she said.
Marchetti stepped forward. "Well," he said. "I believe this business
transaction is complete". Catwoman and Mrs. Morris both nodded. "My dears,"
Marchetti said. "You need not worry about this mess. We shall see that it is cleaned
up. Be gone both of you"
"Thank you," Catwoman said, kissing Marchetti on the cheek.
"Angel?" Angelique nodded. They headed for the door. Angelique stopped and
looked at Marchetti. "Mr. Marchetti, one thing," she said. "Yes my
dear"
"In the basement corridor leading to the kitchen, you'll find a cart filled with dirt
towels," Angelique said.
"What about it," Marchetti said.
"Beneath the towels you will find a maid fast asleep"
"We will?"
"Yes. She was most helpful to us. Cat will agree, nothing is to come of her. I think
she deserves a substantial reward for her co-operation".
Catwoman nodded. "Yes," she said. "We are both quite insistent on that
point"
"Probably an illegal alien," the assistant said.
"If so," Catwoman said. "I think she deserves enough money where she can return to her old country and her family in comfort".
Marchetti nodded. "It will be done".
Angelique kissed Marchetti on the cheek. "You are a man of honor sir". And then Catwoman and the Angel of Death disappeared in the night.
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