by Sam Wilson
100
SU KILLS
SU KILLS
SIX PART EPISODES OF
MURDER
PASSION
LOVE
LUST
&
COLD DISHES
THE BUSINESS MEN
Thomas Lawson shook hands with Keith Peterson; it felt as if his hand was been crushed by a hydraulic press. The pressure kept on being applied, stopping blood flow to his fingers, they tingled after Keith let go, and Thomas grinned with satisfaction despite the now dying pain. The biggest deal of the decade has been sealed under flashing red, blue and white lights in a VIP section of a Gentle man’s club. Where else does a deal like this happen?
Keith is a six foot, eight inch giant of a man, by the looks of him; he has no fat, and the man looks like a better version of Brad Pitt with a goatee, if that is possible. He carries himself with confident and embodies the word professional suave. Dressed in such an expensive suit, to Thomas he looked like Armani coughed on him. There has been no shortage of glances from the opposite sex since he was picked up at the airport that morning, he would say he peeked and didn’t see anything interesting yet, funny guy.
F.A.AND JOHNSON PHARMACEUTICAL Head of research and development, as his job title says Head of research; he’s researching the effect of a new drug developed by his company to fight against a new deadly disease that surfaced in South America and has claimed three hundred lives in the capital and surrounding cities of La Pampa Provincia, Argentina. In Santa Rosa ninety seven souls has been lost to this disease in just one month and the numbers are going up by the week.
Thomas Lawson is known for his fondness for models and actresses; he can pay $15,000 or more a night for kinky sex. The most he has paid so far for his desire, is for a famous Actress who generated publicity for all the wrong reasons, she had been out of work for a long time and in serious financial difficulties because of her wild and lavish life style and in her desperation decided to accept Thomas’s indecent proposal to have her for a hundred and twenty five thousand a week for eight weeks, to her it was a million for two month of work, even though it will mostly be on her back.
To celebrate the deal he just closed, he has called the usual agent slash pimp to arrange something special for Keith, minutes later he received a text about two models by day and very high class pleasures by night. The ladies will be at the Mandarin Oriental hotel at 23:00 pm. He glanced over at Keith and chuckled at the thought of sending one of the girls with a brief case containing the bribe he must pay, to his Royal suite as a surprise or he could keep the money and send the girl over with a gun but he would still have papers to sign. A broad smile crept onto his face, he decided against the latter action and looks forward to the meeting the following day at the Docklands. After sipping the final drops from the rare scotch whiskey Glenfiddich 50 Year Old, they headed back to the hotel.
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Kathy Townsend pushed her front door open with one hand and gently walked out into the grey, cloudy, and windy night London is famous for. Dangerously oozing sex appeal in a shoulder-less and partly backless Rose dress that stuck to her like a magnet, revealing every each of her magnificently toned body, accessorizing with pearls, red lipstick, and Jimmy Choo red heels to match, she moved with poised and grace, the cold wind made her nipples stand out as if holding the dress in place. “This will be my last job” she thought to herself as she stepped into an SLK 350, the Bordeaux red Mercedes pulled out indicating to the left, and minutes later she was at 66 knights bridge, South West London. A handsome young man opened the car door and helped her out, she thanked him with a wink and a smile, and the doorman did his job, removing his hat in salute. She walked into Mandarin Oriental hotel’s lavishly marbled interior, past the beautiful reception on the right towards the lifts on the left. “What a place” she thought. Her job has taken her to lots of great places and this hotel is one of the best she has been to.
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A knock at the door made Thomas drop the phone, he opened the door of the one bedroom park suite. A goddess stood in front of him waiting to be invited in. He smiled and asked her to come in, she moved alluringly across the room, poured herself a glass of cognac, took a sip and called him over with a finger. Bewitched he moved slowly towards her in anticipation of pleasure beyond believe and his wish came true. Thomas is fifty nine years old, born in Acton west London, he moved to New York when he was 15 with his mother after his father died, his father had a heart attack while giving head to a woman that wasn’t his mother, he died doing what he loves is how he was described at his funeral. As the hand maiden, his business is getting people together pure and simple, he loves being a corporate lawyer, especially the life style it provides and fucking women that would normally be out of his league gave him that feeling of omnipotence.
His private business in South Africa called The Tea Mechanics provides a different kind of services to more select group of clientele. Through the help of Patterson, the first business that was contracted to Thomas by F.A.AND JOHNSON PHARMACEUTICAL months ago was to create a market for their new product which was a virus, hence the second meeting with Keith Patterson this evening with the possible cure.
Fifteen minutes before midnight in the Royal suite. Keith walked out of the bathroom naked toweling his wet hair; he did not notice the brunette beauty in red heels, black lace stockings and suspenders, red lipstick and no underwear, leaning on the desk behind him. She smiled, impressed with his manly physique; “this job has its advantages besides the money” she thought. Keith noticed something covered in white shirt on the bed; it wasn’t there before he went into the bathroom or was it? He instinctively glanced towards the corner of the bed where he had neatly placed his suite, shirt, and tie, and they were there. His eyes returned back to the white shirt, it looked familiar. He slowly removed the shirt revealing a black briefcase underneath. It was unlocked. He pushed the lid upward. It was full of money, hundreds of fifty-pond notes stacked neatly together.
“It’s a token of gratitude from Mr. Lawson” the mystery girl behind him said
He nearly jumped out of his skin upon hearing that statement; he spun around towards the direction of the voice. Befuddled, he asked
“How the fuck did you get in here?”
“The door was open,” she said, smiling softly.
They stared at each other, his shock was clearly wearing off, but his facial gesture executed doubt. At this stage stood in front of him a woman in a negligee of breathtaking sheerness; blood started rushing to his groin. She stared at him and his reaction to her beauty, she was aware of his lust as she gazed at the bulge growing under his towel
“Can’t think, blood rushing to penis,” she said under her breath but loud enough to hear, she is in control.
“What’s your Name?” he demanded ignoring her comment
“Marilyn” she replied
“Keith sent you to bring me this, is that correct?” he asked already aware of the answer.
“Yes, the case and me as a different kind of… well you can use your imagination” she retorted with a smile
“There is no need for imagination” he sneered; his face was filled with carnal desire.
She looked down and saw that Keith had a massive hard on, blood definitely rushing down under, she thought with a chuckle
“Excited are we?” she asked with an eyebrow raised
“Twirl for me please Marilyn” he spoke, his voice hard and cool
She did as he commanded; he began to imagine her under him
“Come to me” giving her a beckoning gesture
She liked the confidence that he displayed, she started walking to the tactless bastard. He didn’t care about how she got into the room anymore or the money on the bed for that matter, their bodies merge
d together gently and it was as though they released a steam of smoke like a hot iron on a wet cloth. They smiled; their eyes met and they began to kiss fervently like lover that hadn’t seen each other for a long time, where the reality was so different.
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Two days later at 07:00 in the morning Susan Williams or Su as she’s known to her friends, activated the alarm to her 1990 Porsche 911 Targa, switching it on. She walked out exiting the free car park to the supermarket Lido. On station road in Edgware Middlesex, about four hundred meters from the car park, she opened the glass doors to her hair and nail salon called TOUCH BEAUTIFUL. Laura who is seventeen years old joined her at 07:30, she said “good morning” but the noise of a vacuum drowned out her efforts, trying again will be futile. She didn’t clean up before closing on Saturday, she thinks Susan is upset therefore she has some explaining to do, she went in the back and changed into work clothes, came out and helped in tiding up the salon. They finished up in silence then Laura tried to explain about not tiding up the place before closing the shop on Saturday but Susan stopped her, waved her hand, and said,
“Listen I’m not upset, next time clean up before going to the clubs. Ok”
“Ok Susan, thanks” Laura replied sheepishly
“Good, there comes our first customer” Su smiled
08:00 AM Monday morning the salon was officially open. The first customer arrived fifteen minutes earlier than planned but they were glad, it gave them time to prepare. The customer didn’t want to read the gossip and hair magazines they had laying on the table, so she politely asked Laura if she could switch on the television. She preferred a News channel then started telling Laura about some news that has been all over TV since last night. Laura didn’t really care so gave no particular attention to what she was saying; she just nodded her head in agreement and said
“Ok, would BBC be fine” Laura asked the customer
“Yes, thank you” the customer replied
The 40” TV came to live and there was a breaking news about a double murder at the prestigious Mandarin Oriental Hotel in London, the murders were discovered by two cleaning maids on two different floors on Sunday at 09:00 am. They told similar stories. They entered the suites announcing their presence but received no answer, so started doing their jobs as usual with the thought that there was nobody in the suite, they cleaned the bedroom first, following the routine then the living area and finally the bathroom where they discovered the gruesome scenes. Later on, evidence showed that is not where the similarities ended, the first man was knocked unconscious, with a sedative then dragged to the bathroom, placed in the marble bathtub, a six inch nail was hammered into his temple, his wrist cut and throat slashed open, he bleed to death.
The other unfortunate business man had sex to the point of exhaustion, while tied to the bed, was also given a sedative and dragged to the bathroom, his thighs was cut very deeply severing major arteries, his privates dismembered and shoved with condom still attached to it into his mouth, he also bleed to death. Scotland Yard is looking to question an unidentified elegantly dressed brunette woman captured on CCTV entering the hotel, seen in the lift going from one floor to the other and leaving the hotel carrying a briefcase thought to belong to one of the victims, at 04:35 am she drove away in a stolen Mercedes SLK 350, license plate SEXXY. The vehicle belonged to a model that was found Sunday afternoon with her modeling colleague gagged and bound to a bed. Her face wasn’t captured on camera unfortunately but she was perfectly described by an eyewitness. A police sketch appeared on the screen, she looked like no one they know.
Samantha and Prabha opened the door and escaped through it; both young women aged twenty-four work at the salon, they had called Susan on Sunday afternoon and left a message telling her they will come in a few minutes late on Monday. They greeted everyone and disappeared into the back. That broke the silence and the trance mood in the room and work resumed, more customers came into the salon for nail treatments and to have their hair done, the girls were exhausted by the end of the day; they never stopped gossiping about the news that had been running none stop the whole day.
Finally home, Susan slammed the door to her two-bedroom apartment, threw the keys on the beautifully made mahogany glass table, it made a clinking sound. She didn’t really care if it broke the glass; her thoughts had been about the sister she hadn’t seen for a long time. The breaking news today had her thinking about all sorts of things; out of everything that troubled her mind, her sister Janice is the primary person she wants to get in touch with, she wondered if she still lived in Sidney Australia or had moved as they had once talked about. Four years ago her job as a consultant required a lot of travelling, how is she doing? Where is she? Lots of thoughts ran in her head simultaneously as she stood under the shower, she ran whilst in deep thought letting the warm drops of water hit her back.
She turned the tap tightly close, towered her moist body dry, let the towel drop on the floor, and walked out of the steamy Salle de bains as she always called it. Literally meaning ‘the room of the bath’ in French. Her Victorian style bedroom is decorated in virgin white, white window drapes, white silk bed sheets, white little stool by the dresser, crystal white chandelier etc except for the floor, the cupboard and the dresser. Sitting on the stool, combing her hair while looking in the mirror, a broad smile ran across her face as if it had been waiting to appear. She thought of what to wear out tonight, skirt, tights and heels or a little black dress, she dismissed the ideal of the little black dress for the next time and decided to go with the former. An elegant pencil skirt with a split at the back combined with black tights, black patent leather heels, a cream silk blouse, and blazer to match the skirt. She got dressed and opened the chest drawer and put on a pearl necklace and a matching earring. She reached under the top drawer and pressed a button, it unlocked a lock behind the mirror, she reached forward, and pulled a heavy steel door, the mirror is attached to, open towards her. It reveals a high-gloss chrome-plated aluminum safe with nothing to indicate how to open it. She placed her left thumb on the middle of the surface, a green light came on and scanned it, still holding her left thumb in place, a digital keypad appeared at the top right corner of the surface, she punched in the password and the 0.50” Steel door popped open. It‘s a midsize safe designed to meet her specification by a new safe maker called PRESURES, inside the safe the height is 40” width 18” and depth 15.5”. On the outside height is 45.5”, width 24 and depth is 26” It contains three adjustable and sizable drawers and enough space underneath to secure large items. She leaned down to her right and picked up a large plastic bag, placed it on the dresser and gently emptied the content into the safe.
“All in a day’s work” she said aloud to herself
One million in hard currency is sure not bad for added bonus; normally she wouldn’t have taken anything from the victims beside their souls but this time she made an exception. It was a bribe therefore money no one will miss. The briefcase she disposed of, in the car’s boot, she was careful not to leave any prints by wearing gloves the entire time. As a trained theatrical makeup artist she had made herself resemble a mix between a well endowed Katherine Jenkins and Kelly Brook, Scotland Yard will never find that woman.
8:10 pm the doorbell rang. She looked out the window and saw her date waiting, a handsome man she meet dining out with friends in central London two weeks before. They met again three days later on a Thursday for lunch and because of workload, they had not been able to meet again but have kept in contact since. She likes his company, he’s smart, sharp, and witty, he can be very direct but that is something she can live with. She did some digging and found out quite a lot about him and seems to be a normal guy. She will give him a chance, the door opened and he handed her a bouquet of roses.
CRIME HIDES.
Mavron prison transport vehicle zooms past the golden gate bridge, onto Redwood highway at 75 miles an hour. The time is 5:30am on a Monday morning and the road is clear all the way to San Quentin
, final destination of this van. A under the radar, notorious drug lord that has been doing his very lucrative business since the late fifties, has at long last been fished out of his hiding place, judged and sentenced to death by the state of San Francisco. Marvin Andronnikov is in his prime, arrogant and objectionable. He showed no remorse for the crimes he was convicted of, his victims’ families, most of which he knew cursed at him during trial and cheered when the verdict was guilty and he was finally sentenced to the gas chamber. One of his victims was a 12-year-old boy who witness him forcing himself on a sixteen-year-old boy, they both caught pellets to their temples.
Marvin’s father Anton Andronnikov got lucky on a vacation to Los Angeles in the summer of 1959; Marvin was just twelve at the time. Anton met a young ambitious Russian known only as Alexei; he was a member of the mafiya Moskva Bratva (Russian mafia Moscow brotherhood) in Long Beach and already on his way up in the drug game, to cut a long story short, Anton became his partner in San Francisco. Together they controlled sixty nine percent of the drug trade in San Francisco; business was good, until a rival gang killed Anton in 1967. And Marvin at twenty years of age took over from his father. He proved to be more disreputable than his father, although like his father he managed to hide this fact from his neighbors and immediate friends who thought he ran a chain of butcher’s shops. He provided a place of work for those who thought they had no chance somewhere else. he was a hero. Naturally there were those among the neighbors that worked for him doing other jobs that had nothing to do with cutting meat, most unfortunately met their brutal end at his hand, on his orders or at his rival’s hands. There was a lot of sorrow and lots of happy times that he contributed to. One of his right hand men, a man of 30 years called Andrei, dealt on the side. His excuse was that he had two kids, needless to say he never got to see them again, Marvin was generous after his passing, Andres’s wife became his whore on the quiet. When she found out he’s the one responsible for her husband’s death and the fact that she wasn’t the only one on the side, she wished she could kill him herself. She thanked the lord that no one knew he was fucking her.