“Don’t call me Scar tonight or tomorrow. Kym, the lady we’re meeting, knows me as Johnny.”
“Is that your real name?”
“Hell No!” I laughed. “Kym’s client is Harrow Amun. You remember reading about him?”
“Yeah, the guy you are going to kill.”
“He’s not just a guy. He works for one of the biggest crime families in America and he’s done more wrong than the Devil on a Friday night.”
“So what are you, some vigilante?”
“No, honey, nothing like that. You were one hundred percent right about me. He pissed off a friend of mine and she’s meaner than him and she’s willing to pay, so he’s gonna die. Got it?”
I could see outta the corner of my eye, Emery nodded before silence filled the air and remained until we parked in a garage three blocks from the hotel. She grumbled when I told her we’d be walking. “I’m in heels!”
Getting into the hotel with Emery was a breeze, much easier than on my own. People fear a lone, strange man, but as soon as you add a woman to the mix, people open up, trust you even. Suddenly, you’re a husband, a brother, a father instead of a thief, a killer, a rapist. Emery had broke a heel crossing the road. We hung out in the dimly lit smoking area outside the hotel. Emery looking freshly fucked in my button down shirt, she pretended to share my smoke. Having ditched her shoes in the trashcan, we looked even more believable. Still dressed as Johnny Stevens, in his long sleeves, I looked like a somewhat respectable man, at least a man who could afford to Honeymoon here. I put my arm around her, so we’d look more like a couple of newlyweds. Eventually a couple of smokers showed up, and we told them we left our key card upstairs. They opened the side door for us without a care.
I’d studied the way so I could get to Kym’s room with my eyes closed and my face wouldn’t be on camera, but I hadn’t planned on having an accomplice. “Keep your eyes on the floor,” I reminded Emery on the way through the hotel. We took the elevator to a higher floor, then took the stairs down. When we finally got to the room, no one was there. I looked everywhere. “Fuck, where’s Kym?” Kym was at least a high-class whore. The large suite looked lived in, cluttered with homey touches. “Fucking Kym, bitch better not skip out on me like Rosie.”
“Rosie?”
It was time I fessed up. “Kym promised Amun two girls for tomorrow night. Rosie didn’t show so you’re on.”
“What? I am not fucking some guy.”
“You may not have to.” Kym’s voice came from the large trunk by the bed. I opened it, but she wasn’t there. Instead, she crawled out from under the table behind the trunk. “I’ve found your hiding place.” A large silk cloth lay over the table, touching the ground. It would be perfect as long as no one looked under it.
“Won’t he be suspicious?” Emery asked. It was a good question.
“I live here, pretty much, all my tricks come here. This shit is always here.”
“Where’s my bag?”
“Under the table. Give it a try.”
I crawled under and found my guns in the dark, pulled them into the light to make sure they were still loaded and shoved them back in place.
Kym offered us a couple of beers, and we all sat her table while she rolled a joint.
“You can afford to live in a hotel?” Emery blurted out.
Kym didn’t mind it. “The owner, he likes me.” We could guess what that meant. “It’s pretty convenient. Got room service and the maids clean my room real good. You know they use steam, powerful shit to kill bed bugs and all. But enough chit chat.” Kym passed me the joint, batting her eyes at Emery who sat beside her in nothing but my dress shirt. “As I was saying you may not have to sleep with Amun because he wants to watch.”
Emery’s expression did nothing to hide her reluctance before she announced. “I don’t do girls.”
“You don’t do girls and you won’t fuck Amun? What kind of escort are you?”
“Um, I’m not one,” Emery proclaimed before I could stop her.
Kym’s arms were crossed. “What the hell Johnny?”
I took another hit. It’d been a long time since I’d had the pleasure. I let the smoke roll slowly out of my lungs. “Don’t listen to her. She owes me for services yet to be rendered. She’ll do as I say.”
“Like hell I will!” Emery spit with fire.
Something in me switched on, craving that fiery side of her again. “You will or our deal is off.”
“So shoot me.” Emery smiled wickedly, crossing her arms too, challenging me, knowing we were in an odd predicament.
Already feeling high, I confronted her, “What’s it matter what you do? You’ve made up your mind. Why not have some experiences before you’re… gone? Why not let this pretty girl get you off?”
Emery said nothing. She turned her head away, pissed and took another swig of beer.
Kym grew impatient. “What the fuck is this about?”
Emery glared at me, her face begging me not to tell.
“Nothin’ she’s already agreed to do as I say. She can’t go back on it or things could get… slow and painful.”
Emery’s eyes narrowed before she hung her head, returning to complacent, defeated. Again, I wondered how far she’d go. Was she who she said she was? At times, I thought so. Or was she out to get me and mine? I’d witnessed her fire for a brief moment before it flickered out again. I didn’t understand a girl who wanted to die but wouldn’t pull the trigger. Taking another toke, I craved her fire, knowing if you play with fire, you’re bound to be burned.
Kym caressed my arm. “If she’s never been with a woman before, Amun’ll know something’s up. He’ll kill all of us, after he tortures us of course.”
“What would you suggest?” I grinned like the chestire cat, knowing where this situation headed.
“Why don’t I show her a thing or two, get her comfortable.”
“Guess we need to rehearse then?” My serious eyes met Emery’s. “You and Kym are going to give me a show,” I ordered. I’d fuck them both after. I was the luckiest man on two legs.
She stalled, “Sure, but I’m going to need another beer.”
I started to get up to get her one. Kym beat me to it with a sly smile on her face. I sat back down and watched Kym behind Emery’s back. She opened the bag of cocaine and spiked her beer with it. I kept my mouth shut, it wouldn’t kill her to loosen up and live a little before she died. Kym sat the beer back in front of Emery and she passed her the joint. We laughed as she choked the first few tries.
Kym put her hand under the table, on Emery’s thigh. “So, you’ve never been with a woman before?”
“No, never.” Emery turned to me. “Never been with any man except my husband and Johnny here.” She sipped the beer, noticing nothing strange.
“Johnny, you sly dog. I thought you were bringing me a working girl,” Kym hooted. She was higher than a stoned moon. “You’ve brought me a treat. Now girl, what’s your name?”
“Rachel.” Emery thought enough to lie, only adding to my suspicions about her.
Kym flitted dreamy eyes as she toked on her third joint. “Now Rachel, I’m going to show you what a woman can do.”
Emery mimicked a deer in headlights. “I’m not finished with my beer.”
“You can finish it while I show you.” Kym slipped under the table. Emery’s face flowed through a range of emotions as her eyes latched onto mine as if they were hands to hold. I couldn’t help but get excited thinking about what was happening to her, but damn, I wanted to see it myself. Before I knew it Kym’s hand was in my crotch too, and she had my dick in her mouth in record time. Kym was a professional. They say if you want something done right, you go to one and a hooker is no exception. I came down her throat in no time.
Kym wiped at her mouth with a wink, handing me the bag of cocaine. “Gonna need you to play Amun.”
I debated whether I could get up in the morning if I snorted a line. We had a big day ahead of us but it’d also been a
while. The cocaine beat sleep. It burned my nose, my throat, my eyes, and I blinked wondering if it wasn’t laced with something else as the rush hit me like a ton of bricks. The thought floated away. I barely noticed Kym take Emery to the bed. Bitch had done given me drugs, thinking it’d keep me at bay while she played with Emery herself. Emery was on her knees on the bed looking clueless but complacent as Kym seductively stripped, removing her skirt and tube top. Keeping her heels on, she crawled toward Emery, her firm ass a fine sight. She began to unbutton Emery’s shirt. Emery blinked unmoving, and I knew Kym was right about loosening her up for tomorrow.
“Em, Rachel, Amun’s gonna know if you’re not into it. You need to just go with the flow,” I coached her.
Kym petted Emery’s face like a child. “We give him a good show tomorrow night, and I’ll make sure he fucks me first. Man only has one dick. Then Johnny here will bust in and kill him before he gets to you. I know you don’t want him to fuck you. It’s the worst part of my job. He’s an evil man. He’s got no love or passion and uses me hard. You wouldn’t be able to take what he does to me. If I’d ever refused him, I’d be dead. We are killing a bad man.”
Emery leaned her head over to let Kym kiss her neck. My cock sprang to life again. Kym slipped Emery’s shirt off her shoulders and studied the scars on her body before she kissed her on the lips tenderly. That was a woman for you, always wanting to make love.
“Kym, is this the show Amun’s looking for?”
She changed her pace instantly, kissing Emery hard, caressing her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Emery held her hands out and away, not touching Kym, giving her inexperience away. “Rachel,” I called Emery by her fake name. “Just relax and do everything that Kym does to you back to her. That should get us through tomorrow.”
Kym pulled back, and it was Emery’s turn. Her dazed expression let me know she was feeling what Kym snuck in her drink. Slowly, she mimicked Kym’s moves, squeezing Kym’s nipples as she tongued her. Fuck, it was hotter than a stolen tamale. I wanted to be in that pussy sandwich, but knew I had to let them rehearse. I lost my pants. Getting another beer, I watched them continue in only my shirt and boxer briefs. Kym’s hands fiddled in Emery’s crotch, as she sucked on her nipples. I was getting jealous wanting some of the action. They were still on their knees because it would be the best view for Amun to watch, I supposed. Emery began fingering Kym next, taking her nipples into her mouth clumsily. Kym’s head fell back as she moaned; she was laying it on a bit thick. When Emery stopped, Kym started to lie down.
“We have to make it worth his while. After he’s been here for a while, he calls off his guard, telling him to go home,” Kym explained. “The time’s been getting shorter and shorter.”
Emery was flushed, clearly turned on by everything that had been happening, or from the cocaine. “What do we do now?” She asked the million-dollar question, and I was all ears.
“Now, you are going to straddle my face while you fuck me with a dildo.” Kym pretty much had to position herself under Emery.
“Johnny, get in my trunk and find us a plastic peter.”
Obediently, I searched through the huge cedar trunk. My vision blurred as I bent over. Amongst the whips and chains, I couldn’t find a damn thing. Fuck this shit! Just like motorcycles, the only thing better than one pussy, was two. I hauled down and stepped out of my underwear. Going straight to the table with the platter of condoms, I opened one and slid it on my erection. Emery sat down onto Kym’s face and Kym tongued Emery’s pussy.
Waiting for the dildo, Kym lay under Emery with her legs spread wide. I placed my finger to my lips as I approached them without it, hoping Emery would keep quiet. Sitting on my legs, I brought her body up, and rushed my dick into Kym’s hairless, slick cunt. Kym reached up, touching my chest, acknowledging me. Emery’s hands found my shoulders, as she steadied herself. My hands gripped Emery’s breasts as I thrust into Kym.
It just wasn’t fair. I felt about as useful as an ashtray on a motorcycle. There were too many holes and not enough of me to go round. I’d gotten off again fucking Kym. Now I was lying on my back as Kym loomed over top of me, ordering Emery to suck me until I was hard again. Emery took my soft member into her mouth, and I guided her head as she bobbed up and down sucking until I responded. Kym tried to sit on my face, she wanted me to lick her pussy, but I shoved her off.
“What’s a matter with you?” Kym whined.
I wouldn’t eat out a whore if you paid me. It was time I started running this show. “Get back under Emery and lick her clit while I fuck her. You’re going to be our cumsucker Bitch.”
With Emery on her hands and knees situated over Kym’s mouth, I mounted her, finding her wetter with Kym’s saliva. I wrapped Emery’s long blonde hair around my fist and shoved her face into Kym’s open crotch. “Lick her pussy until I tell you to stop.” I rubbed my dick over Emery’s clit a few times, letting Kym lick me too before positioning myself to enter Emery, hard, in one thrust. Emery cried out into Kym’s lap. I froze inside, waiting for Kym to suck my balls. Emery got off with the first few strokes, but I wasn’t done. She tried to move, but I held her still. Fucking Emery’s sweet twat while Kym licked her pussy and my balls brought me over the edge soon after, and I deposited a load of cum into Emery.
Right away, Kym got to work licking me clean. Then watching Kym lick my cum out of Emery, and Emery enjoying it, I grabbed another condom and the lube. Kym’s ass was in the air, and I planned on fucking it. I searched in the trunk for the dildo wanting Kym to fuck Emery at the same time. Luckily, I found a strap on. Interrupting them, I lugged Emery to the edge of the bed, and buckled the strap on onto Kym. I spread Emery’s legs, putting her knees up and guided Kym’s new cock into her. I folded Kym onto Emery so I could have access to Kym’s asshole. Shoving my dick into her ass without any restraint, cause she could take it, I pounded Kym while wrapping my arms around her to hold onto Emery’s ass.
I was happier than a hog in mud. Just as I was about to blow my load again. I heard a noise, the door clicked and Kym froze. Something wasn’t right. Turning my head, I saw the barrel of a gun first then Amun’s ugly mug. Even with my dick still in Kym’s ass, I noticed he was alone. The adjacent suite door, the one I’d planned to use to sneak in to kill him, closed behind him. To fuck it all, he stood in front of Kym’s table and my guns. Damn it to hell. Puddled on the floor were my pants, my blade in the pocket.
“Move your dick, asshole.” Kym snarled, and I realized she’d sold me out. Well, sold us out, because Emery was involved too.
Emery backed up onto the bed as Kym moved behind Amun. I put my hands up. “If she’s your girl, I’m sorry.” It was worth a shot.
“Get on the bed.” Amun waved his gun, pointing it toward Emery.
I climbed onto the bed on my knees. “She’s innocent. This was all my plan. She’s just another whore,” I said matter a factly as he pivoted the gun back between Emery and I.
“I like her. I’d love to keep her for a while,” Kym added, tugging on Amun’s free arm.
He laughed, “Mrs. Jenkins, at last we meet. I believe you and I have unfinished business.” He motioned for her to come to them.
Emery slowly made her way to Kym. Kym’s eyes glistened, a smile appearing on her face as she grabbed Emery, holding her out of the impending gunfire. Amun handed Kym a gun. “Shoot her if he moves.”
Kym pressed the gun to Emery’s temple while Amun stepped closer to me. “Johnny Stevens is a nobody, a dead nobody. The Mutherfukers fed him to the sharks. Who are you? You have to the count of ten then Kym’s going to shoot your pretty friend.”
I searched Emery’s face, how did Amun know her? How did she play into all of this? Kym’s face contorted, she didn’t want to shoot Emery. When she saw me watching, she gave me an evil stare. She’d kill me in a heartbeat.
Amun started counting. There was no way in hell I’d tell him who I was. On five, I jumped, wanting to knock him to the ground, ready to wrestle the gun away f
rom him. I landed with a thud, hard on my shoulder, at the same time I heard silenced gunfire. Amun thrashed on the floor beside me, having fallen before me. Blood gushed out of his mouth as he stilled. Kym had shot him in the chest.
Now Kym pointed her gun right at me. I seized Amun’s glock from his dead hand, instantaneously, threatening her right back. Confused, I had to ask, “What the fuck Kym?”
“Amun’s dead, the dumbass could have looked at your back if he wanted to know your allegiance. I’m not so dumb.” She was talking about the tattoo on my back, the same three pieces from my cut, deep in my skin forever. I still had my shirt on so how’d she know? “And I want that fifty grand from Shirley.”
“And you think Shirley’s gonna give it to you after you kill me?”
“I’ll say Amun killed you, and I killed him, dumbass. Or I’ll talk. Sure someone would want to know The Gods are working for the Heelz and in bed with the Mutherfukers too.”
She was wrong. It was all me. Her words reminding me of how deep in shit I was, wasn’t helping me clear my mind so I could kill a bitch. “And what about Emery?”
“Who? Oh, Rachel, she can come with me if she knows how to keep her pretty little mouth shut and her pussy wide open.”
Registering the fact Kym hadn’t known Emery, I hissed, “You think you can shoot faster than me. Bitch, you won’t make it out of here alive.” I was wasting time, trying to get the courage to pull the trigger. Fuck!
Kym’s finger moved on the trigger, and I rolled rather than fire back ready to kiss my ass goodbye. Instead of a bullet, Kym fell to the ground, dead, shot through the head.
Looking up I saw Emery standing there naked, holding my gun. She must have crawled under the table while I was concentrating on the whore.
The blood spilling from Kym’s head soaked her hair and the light carpet, bringing back a scene I’ve replayed too many times through my mind. I shook my head, squeezing my eyes closed and covering my ears until I banished the memory. I opened my eyes, remembering Emery still had a weapon. She looked down at Kym and then back to the pistol, her hands shaking before she dropped the gun and collapsed in hysterics. Finding my strength, I scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Killing and watching people die was traumatic even if the people would have just as soon killed you. “It’s okay,” I soothed her, hugging her close.
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