Killian: The Hitman’s Virgin

by Alice May Ball

  I thanked him and got back to the dress store. I looked around and I couldn’t see Clara. Moving between the racks and spinners, I looked all the way through the store. The place was deserted except for one bored assistant and a girl who seemed to be wearing nothing but a pillbox hat, high pirate boots and a short red plastic raincoat.

  The assistant perked right up as I walked by.

  I started to ask her, “A lady came in about ten minutes ago. She’s yea high, curvy and…” the girl shrugged. After my first two words she was already back to looking bored and vacant.

  I looked in the back where the fitting rooms were. Even called Clara’s name. Tense in my chest now, I whirled back into the body of the store. Down a long line of racks, the girl with the legs and the raincoat peered up at me.

  Then it hit me. I almost ran. I was panicked and relieved and furious that she must have gone into a fitting room. But most of all I was insanely turned on. She was like a wet dream of a bad girl in a sleazy arthouse movie. Like a porno but with class and style.

  She was definitely well back inside the store, but near enough to a wall height mirror that she had a view of the entrance. Good girl.

  She gave me a minxy smile and peered up, batting her eyelashes. “Do you think these would suit me?” and she held up some sheen of practically invisible lingerie with threads and lace. I seized her throat and her ass before I even knew I was going to do it.

  I pushed her, shoving her hard against the wall. Her eyes and her mouth opened wide. And her thighs opened. As I kissed her and squeezed her ass through a thin dress, it felt like she had nothing on underneath My other palm ran flat and firm down her chest, over her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I held her tit and her hips rocked out against mine. He heat below her mound slid along the beat of my aching ridge.

  “Damn, girl,” was all I could say. Her eyes twinkled devilishly.

  “We’ve got to move.” I told her, breathless. “I need to collect some things, put them in the car, and we’re good to go.”

  Clara wrapped herself around my arm and purred, “There’s a thing I’d like to finish up here. Could it work for you to do the thing you have to do, then come back for me?”

  “It will only take ten minutes. Fifteen, at the very outside.”

  She nodded and her eyes widened. I wasn’t ever going to be able to say ‘no’ to this woman. The scent of her stayed with me as I ran.

  ~~

  Down on the second parking level, with the hood pulled up on my coat, I prowled the darkness. Making my way through the rows of vehicles, I clicked the key fob. I walked around three sides of the floor before a flash of lights and a chirrup came back. The white Honda was tucked in a distant, unlit corner.

  The bag in the trunk was every bit as heavy as I expected. The key fob stuck with a magnet inside the wheel arch. I hefted the bag onto my shoulder carried it down to the next and put it into the locker in the back of the Land Cruiser. On the way I decided I needed to talk to my guy, Jackson.

  I went back up to the top floor of the mall. I’d spotted a payphone with a view of the dress store.

  Jackson picked up on the second ring. He didn’t say anything. I said, “I was glad to hear I helped you out, plugging that leak.”

  “Oh,” he paused a moment but he’d recognized my voice. Nobody uses any names on these kinds of calls. He came back. “Yeah, that. Well, I’m sorry word got out and around the way that it did.”

  “It happens.” I left it there for a moment. I wasn’t going to make a whole drama out of him talking to Arden, sharing the way that he did, but I wanted him to know that it was something I didn’t want happening.

  He said, “Yeah, well it was a complex situation. Still, I should have finessed it differently. My bad.”

  “I need some things.”

  “Just say what.”

  I told him. He sounded more surprised with each item. “That shit ain’t coming cheap.”

  “I need it ready today.”

  He whistled. Said he could do it, though. Then he said a pretty big number. I was considering haggling, then he said, “With the thing we just talked about, I’ll drop fifteen percent.” It was still a big number. But it was a big ask.

  I crossed the floor back to the dress store.

  The bored assistant was wrapping a dress and some lingerie, all very slinky and sexy. There were two big bags at Clara’s feet already. She still wore the red raincoat. She had on some underwear now, though. She bent double over the sales counter and moaned when I slid my hand up her thighs to check.

  The assistant tried to keep up her blank expression of disinterest but she failed.

  HE RED RAINCOAT and the short, flimsy dress were like nothing I ever wore before. Or even though about wearing. Except maybe in fantasies. The kind that come, late at night, snuggled under the covers. Imagining.

  His eyes were alight as I climbed into the sand-colored car. I pulled his face to mine. His lips were ready. I put my hand on the knotted bulging muscle of his thigh. His tongue teased and his mouth devoured me.

  The rasp of his chin on my soft palm, the strength in his lips and the heat of his breath made me want things I never had. When he started the engine, I pulled him back.

  I said, “We don’t have to leave right now, do we?”

  A sigh dragged from him. He said, “I’m not taking the lovely dewy flower of your virginity in a fucking car park, Clara. However badly I want to do it right now, it’s not going to happen that way.”

  “You could take me outside.” The thought made me even hotter. “Up against a dusty wall. It would be perfect for me.”

  “What and entertain all the security guys watching the monitors?”

  “I don’t even know if that would put me off right now.”

  His laugh was evil. His finger lifted my chin. He tried to look stern. “Well, it should, Clara Pearmaine.”

  My hand moved higher up his thigh. “We’re safe enough in here, though, aren’t we?” I squeezed his thigh. “I bet you parked in a place the cameras can’t see.”

  “Woman, what are you doing to me?”

  “I’ll tell you. There’s another thing I never did yet. Something I always wanted to do. I want to do it for you so much I ache for it.” I licked my lips. “I don’t know if you’ll feel sentimental about this, the way you do about my silly v-card.”

  My hand slid up his inner thigh, high enough to feel the twitch inside his pants. The heat of his cock radiated through the fabric like a signal.

  In a rasping breath I said, “What do you think, Buster? Have we got time for your moll to get to work on that swelling?” A giggle bubbled up. I couldn’t smother it. I loved that film noir, pulp fiction smartass talk but it was tough to keep a straight face.

  “No, look,” he held my shoulders. He was firm. His eyes were hot, hard and steady. “Let me do the thing. Then we’ll have all the time in the world.”

  Slowly I dragged his zipper down, running my fingers over the impossible length of his fat bulge as I did. He grabbed my hair. A thrill trickled down through my body and tingled in my thighs. My fingers slipped into the front of his pants. I leaned forward. Our mouths touched. The tip of my tongue flicked over the tops of his lips.

  His hand gripped in my hair. He wound his fingers tighter in. His hand shook. It felt like he was trying to pull my head back at the same time as trying to push it down. His huge cock pulsed in my hand through the cotton of his briefs.

  I tugged at the waistband to stretch it down. As I pulled, my forefinger touched at the base of his slick bulb. Then, while I puled down the front of his briefs, his cock leaped as my finger traced the seam of his shaft.

  He tugged my head back. I looked right in his eyes as I shook it, slowly and firmly from side to side. “Nu-uh. No, Buster. I’ve got me a candy stick and I’m going to get it lathered in cream.”

  I giggled but my eyes flashed to tell him that I meant it.

  Our lips touched lightly as I asked him, “Does th
at make me a bad girl, Buster?”

  Now his eyes widened and his lips tightened. I said, “You may have to spank me.”

  Then I travelled down. I blew kisses into his shirt and caught the scent of man on his chest. Darker on his abs. Then, downright musky around my destination.

  I licked the point of my tongue from the base of his thick, reddening shaft. His hips jerked and his hand clenched in my hair. Softly and gently, holding his cock in front of me, I flattened my tongue and licked the length of him again.

  The raging swelling and hardening of my nipples and the gushing sensations in my pussy were almost too much as I got the first taste of a live cock. The tang of his skin on my wet tongue released a cascade of tingling shivers all the way through me.

  Next time, I licked his balls first. Then, when I got to the top, I put my mouth around his head and I blew, slowly. I knew what I should do. And I knew what I wanted to do. I had no way to know what I could do, though. I took it slowly.

  When I licked up the length of his shaft it drove him wild. His breath deepened and his eyes stabbed. His fingers tensed in my hair. But I wanted to move on. I wanted the hard taste of him, his dark scent inside my mouth.

  Sliding my lips down his cock, the ridges of his underside burred over my tongue. His hand still held me by the hair as I pulled my lips up and down on his cock. Each time I pushed my face farther along his hot rail. Felt the point of him push deeper into my mouth. Took him closer to the back of my tongue.

  I wanted to take him into my throat but I didn’t know if I would be able to. He groaned and I felt his hips tense. I slid back up and looked in his eyes. “You don’t have to hold back, cowboy.” I smacked my lips. “I won’t break.”

  Before I went back to gobbling and sucking his gorgeous mass, I said, “I don’t know how long this usually takes.” It was just an excuse to lick my lips and say, “I never did this before.”

  “Clara,” he moaned, “You fucking beauty.” Then with both hands he shoved my head down. I dove down his shaft until it hit the back of my throat. I didn’t think I was ready for the next part. But he pushed. My eyes widened. A light, sweet saliva washed into my mouth as his thick cock went all the way, over the back of my tongue and slid into my throat.

  Holding me by my hair, he yanked my head up and down the length of his cock until my face was almost against his stomach. He was rough as he moved my head. I was able to relax my throat. Then he pulled up my thin and miniscule dress and slapped the cheeks of my ass. They were cold around the tiny thong, then hot where he slapped them.

  I was almost ready to come but I kept concentration on the pulse of his heroic cock. I wanted to get every drop of him. I longed to savor the heat and the taste of him. My lips fastened more tightly around him.

  My throat held him and I sucked on him. Soft and wet along the girth of his crushing hardness. He jammed in deeper. As his hand landed with another crack on my ass cheek I jolted. It pushed my mouth even farther and forced his cock even deeper into my soft, pulsing throat.

  He gasped and groaned and shouted. “You beautiful, beautiful little demon.” His hand held my head his other palm slapped my raw ass. I held on to his hips as the base of his cock swelled. The ring shot up the length of him. Then another.

  Hot, sticky pulses of salty, sticky love splashed into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked and slurped, but it seeped around my lips. His face reddened as he snarled and plunged three or four more times into my neck. The flow of hot cum dribbled out around my mouth.

  I never before felt so happy it made me feel like crying. Now my face was as wet as my greedy, pining pussy.

  When he said, “I really fucking love you, do you know that, Clara?” I believed him.

  Still playful, I said, “Well I fucking really love you, too. Buster.” Kissing me, he was tender. He wrapped me in his arms like a blanket.

  ~~

  Starting the engine he said, “You’re going to get your wish. Whether it’s a good thing or not only time is going to tell.”

  “I already got a pretty big wish.” I licked my lips again to refresh the taste. “Although, being swept away by a huge and brooding hot hunk, that’s as big a wish as I ever gave up on.”

  He took my face in his hands. Looking me straight in the eyes he told me, “Don’t you ever give up on anything. Whatever your dream is, hold onto it. Hold it tight and firm. It will come good for you.” He kissed me hard. “And if it doesn’t, you come and tell me.” And he kissed me again.

  ~~

  We were about halfway up the ramp to exit the parking and get out onto the street. We both saw the blue fender parked across the street at the same time.

  I said, “It might not be them.” He was already reversing. “It could be a similar car.”

  “It’s them.”

  A woman in an open topped car behind us honked.

  Killian was out of the car and he strode down the ramp. “Are you not able see that I’m reversing here?” he waved his arms. “Would you like me to slam right into you or would you prefer to fuck off nicely?”

  She was already backing away, fast. When he clambered back in, he handed me the ticket for the barrier. “Step up there and when I give you the signal, slip this in the slot. Keep low. Try to stay out of sight.”

  I hopped out. Crouched by the barrier, I looked back. He had reversed to the bottom of the ramp. He nodded to me. I stayed hidden as much as I could by the barrier. I put in the ticket in the slot. As the barrier raised he cannoned the SUV through the opening. He drove straight across the street and slammed into the front wheel of the blue sedan.

  He reversed fast and squealed to stop in front of me. The door swung open. I jumped in and he drove away through smoke and screaming tires.

  He barked, “Pull your seat belt tight.” I was looking in the mirror, back at the blue sedan. Its front sagged to the ground. It heaved and twitched but it wasn’t going anywhere.

  TOLD HER, “I’LL have to take you with me for the assignment.”

  Her smile would have been enough of a reason to do it. Still, it left me feeling like a hole opened up in the bottom of my stomach. I didn’t have time even to make a proper plan. The thought of taking her into danger made me feel sick inside. After what happened in Whole Foods though, the only place I could be certain she was safe was right next to me.

  “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  In that red raincoat she already looked like a sex bomb with a short fuse. Since I had no way to avoid her being there it made sense to let her play a part.

  “I’m going to have to improvise. More than I would normally. But, dressed like that, you will have his attention so you could keep him distracted.”

  She looked down, “You think this outfit works on me?”

  As her thighs moved apart I almost swerved. “Well, depending on what you want it to do. If you want to start a fire or a riot, or to have the blood of every man who sees you drain out of his head and his face to pump his cock rigid then, yes, I’d say it works.”

  ~~

  Earlier, after I picked up the car, I scoped out the target, Luther Graynge in his Georgetown basement store. The inside was draped in dark rugs and carpets. Heavy chandeliers were lit with real candles. Candles and oil lamps provided the dark cave of exotic treasure with all the light it got. Only a sliver of daylight got through the densely stacked windows.

  Apart from that there was just a green shaded light over the desk where Graynge lurked in the deepest recess of the store. He had cameras at the front and rear, but I figured Clara would be able to take his mind, or at least his eyes, off those long enough for me to slip inside without Graynge seeing me.