7PM - Brittany (A 5PM Short Story)

by Chris Heinicke

  An old white stone building ran parallel about twenty feet away from the one I was in, with healthy green lawn separating them. I couldn’t see a person in sight, nor hear a single sound, and with no clock in the room or my mobile phone in possession, I could only take a guess what the time might be.

  Where the fuck was I, and who dressed me for bed when I was passed out? My body didn’t feel violated, so I was thankful for the fact no one took advantage of me.

  A knock on the door ripped my mind from its thoughts. “Who is it?” I called out.

  “Ed, the policeman who took you away.”

  I sighed. “Come in.”

  The dark haired cop smiled at me as he opened the door, and I couldn’t decide if he looked more handsome in his police uniform or the singlet top and shorts. The glistening glow of sweat on his face and arms gave me the impression he’d been on a run.

  “Where have you taken me?” I asked him, looking at his muscular thighs. My eyes moved up and centred on the area I felt guilty for glancing at.

  “This is your new home—well, for the duration of your training, anyway,” he said while taking a few steps towards me.

  “Training?”

  He took a seat on my bed and patted a spot next to him. Like an obedient puppy, I obeyed his visual command and walked right up to him, placing my ass so close to him, we almost touched. He must have been about ten years older than I was, but the way he made my body tingle, I didn’t care.

  “You’re a killer, Brittany. You should use your natural killing instincts and work for us.”

  “Why do you call me Brittany?”

  “It’s your name from now on. As far as the authorities are concerned, Karla Young was kidnapped after her mother and step-dad were killed in drug-related multiple homicides. You start your new life today.”

  “What if I don’t want to be a killer?”

  “You already are. The way you murdered your step-dad shows premeditation and a lust for blood. You’re the rare type who fits our mould.” He looked me up and down. “And you’re hotter than wasabi-laced chili.”

  I looked down and blushed. I didn’t care how sweaty he was or how grubby I felt. My pussy begged for him to fill me.

  “You need to shower and change into some fresh clothes. Looking at you, it might be tricky to find clothes that fit your height until we can get to a shop. Come with me.” He stood reaching for my hand.

  I accepted. Getting to my feet, disappointment soon hit the moment he released his grip. As I followed, my eyes absorbed the tight ass of his, and I fantasised of the idea of holding two handfuls of his delicious flesh in my fingers as he lay on top of me, pumping my body hard on the bed in my room.

  What the hell was I thinking? I had killed a man only a day before and saw my mother shot dead, and now I found myself thinking about having sex with a much older man who I barely knew. But looking inside myself, I felt neither guilt nor remorse.

  I had slipped from the leash of the monster my life had been. No more rape, no more heroin needles on the bathroom floor, and no more of the school where I willingly wore the label of a class slut with no friends.

  But I had something better than popularity. I had Billy, the one person in the world who didn’t hang out with me because he wanted something from me. I sure as hell hoped he was okay.

  We walked down a long corridor, past many closed doors and the cement cold on my feet. For such a vast place, I found it weird we had yet to see another person. Exiting the building, we travelled a short distance of low-cut lawn leading to another building.

  Stopping at a closed door, Ed smiled at me and opened it. “I hope you’re not shy.” Hearing the sound of water running, I peered inside. I saw a male and a female showering side by side in a communal bathroom, as naked as the day they were born. I guessed their ages to be around mine—give or take a couple of years. As their eyes turned to me, I could see the two of them smiling.

  “This is Faith and Oliver, the latter being the one with that big fucking snake between his legs,” Ed said.

  Seeing what he meant, I thought to myself there was no way Oliver would put the whole of his huge cock in me. Just the thought of it made my pelvis ache. When I looked back at Ed, he had already taken his shirt off and prepared to pull his shorts down. A voice told me I shouldn’t be peeking, but if he was getting his cock out, I’m not missing out on seeing it.

  “Don’t be shy, girl. We do this every day. There are no secrets at boot camp,” Oliver said, looking me up and down.

  Ed was fully naked and showering next to the well-hung boy, and I could not help but admire the physical greatness of both of the male specimens near me. Faith showered without paying attention to any of them, and I would guess she had seen this every day for some time. Only slightly shorter than me, her curves were more pronounced than mine, and I couldn’t help but wish for tits like hers

  “Are you going to stare at our bodies all morning, or are you going to have a wash?” Faith asked. I started thinking she wasn’t happy about not being the only female in the room any longer.

  I turned my back to them and lifted my silk top up and over my head, tossing it to a nearby shelf. My shorts were next, and I proceeded to stand under a showerhead fully naked, turning the taps to get the right temperature.

  Ed stood next to me, took a quick look at my body before going back to washing himself. I managed to resist my desire of going over to rub soap on his tattooed and muscled body. I wished for some alone time in the shower to relieve myself of the frustration.

  “So what’s happening today?” Oliver asked.

  “We teach the new chick the basics,” Ed answered, taking a few steps toward Oliver. “You better go get ready,” he said grabbing Oliver’s face and pulling it to his own, giving him a kiss on the mouth.

  The bar of soap slipped from my hands. Two fantastic looking male specimens—I was left thinking they were gay. Just my luck. Oliver turned his taps off and walked away to grab a towel while Ed smirked in my direction, reading my face. Looking at my shock, Faith cut the water flow from her showerhead and walked in my direction, smacking Ed on the ass while walking past him.

  “No reason for you to miss out,” she said. Getting closer to me, I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful her body was.

  So perfect.

  “Don’t be shy, Brittany,” Faith smiled at me from less than a foot away. Her face moved toward mine, eyes closed and her mouth opening. My heart rate accelerated while goose bumps took up temporary residence on my skin as our lips touched. Her mouth soft as mine, our tongues soon made contact and frolicked in a crazed wrestling match.

  “I’ll leave you ladies in peace.” I heard Ed’s voice in the background as a pair of smooth skinned hands travelled down the sides of my body to the cheeks of my ass, pulling me in close to the person whom they belonged to.

  Her breasts touched my mine, and even under the flowing water, I could feel my wetness grow as our pelvises touched. “Relax,” Faith whispered while pulling her face away from mine, and then lowered it gradually until her mouth was positioned between my legs. I spread them wide in order to receive her more than competent tongue to give me the pleasure that no male had ever been able to deliver previously.

  ******

  An hour later, I heard a knock on my door, and a blonde woman, who I guessed to look about ten years older than me, stood in the doorway. The black T-shirt and matching yoga pants fit her snug, and I assumed it must be time for some type of exercise, and hoped for more of a clue as to what the hell was going on.

  Most people in my situation would probably find themselves concerned with what was happening, but how many have come from a situation as I have? The stranger at my door breaks the ice. “I’m Emily, and I’ll be training you in hand to hand combat. Follow me, Brittany.”

  Before I could answer, she turned her back. Dressed in the clothes I changed into after the memorable shower I had with Faith, I followed closely behind. “So what exactly is this p
lace, Emily? Why me?”

  “I’m not in charge, Brit, but I can tell you this facility is designed to train you into a deadly weapon. I’m what is known as a Praying Mantassassin. You’ve heard what the Praying Mantis does?”

  “Basic high school biology, they fuck their mate, and then bite their head off and eat them.”

  “Yes, the basic concept of what we do here, minus the eating part. We’re hired by everyone from government agencies to pissed-off spouses, anyone who can afford our services to take out someone they want to have taken out. We don’t ask questions why, we don’t veer from the way they want us to do the kill, and we most certainly don’t ask them their personal details. You could say we offer a prostitution service with a very unhappy ending.”

  Unable to find any suitable words, I wondered what the hell I should say? This wasn’t anything I ever wished for, but the thought of it did strike up a degree of excitement. I knew by the joy I felt at killing Russell, I could totally do it. “Sounds like fun.”

  Emily stopped dead in her tracks and pointed a finger in my face. “You don’t get to say it’s fun until you’ve done your first kill. You might have killed your stepdad, but many targets will be much better opponents, hence why we often kill after sex when people are most vulnerable and relaxed.”

  “So I have to fuck old men, too?”

  “If the target is an old man, yes. Your target might even be a woman, but from what I have heard about your shower incident this morning, I can’t see you having a problem with that.” I noticed her smirk while saying the last sentence.

  I don’t do well hiding the blushing of my cheeks.

  “It’s okay. We’re a little bisexual here, even the stud muffin, Ed. It opens up the possible jobs you can be hired for if you are inclined that way. Hope those shoes fit you well.”

  The sneakers were a size nine and a nice fit while the denim shorts were so small, they should be referred to as denim undies rather than shorts. And the singlet top only sat a couple of inches below my boobs. I’ve never been shy of showing this much skin. I just hoped I could do the training they expected me to do dressed like this.

  ******

  Emily and I arrived at the exercise grounds, a flat area of short green lawn already occupied by Faith and Oliver and a tall, bald-headed man who looked like he could crack coconuts on his forehead. “Who the fuck is that?” I asked.

  “Stop your quivering… girl. That man is the one who will be the difference between life and death, so listen to him, watch him, and for fuck’s sake, don’t piss him off.”

  I kept my mouth closed for the remainder of the walk. The air chilling my exposed skin, I looked at Faith and Oliver alternating between sets of push-ups and ab crunches. I knew the cool air wouldn’t affect me for long.

  “On the ground now,” the man yelled as soon as got in line with the other two.

  I almost smacked the ground when getting on all fours, and I could hear Faith chuckle next to me. All the signs pointed to it being one shit day.

  “Brit, why haven’t you started? That’s an extra twenty push-ups. Get going NOW!”

  I had always hated push-ups and never been any good at them, and with my build, I was never sure I would ever be any good. I spread my fingers as I got into position and my lowered my body. The pain soon travelled along the nerves of my spindly arms at the same time I was thrusting against gravity to get my ass high in the air.

  “One. Thirty-nine to go. Come on, princess. Get moving.” The man’s voice boomed through the air, and all I wanted to do was to get up and slap him.

  Lowering myself again, I repeated the process. Like a fire burning beneath my skin, I agonised through the second push-up and wondered how the hell I could find another thirty-eight left in me.

  But I pushed on, and upon the instructor yelling out five, I could see four people with eyes directly on me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I centred my thoughts on the minute strength remaining inside me, and my brain commanding the aches in my body to leave and allow me to continue unimpeded until I reached my quota.

  Hearing the voices of Faith and Oliver and Emily cheer, I allowed myself to collapse after the last push up. A wave of relief washed over me, only to be cut short when the booming voice cut through the excitement. “Another twenty.”

  I wanted to cry but letting him get the better of me wasn’t something I would allow. As sure as I was that the pain would cripple me later that day, I decided to just do as he commanded and gain his respect as well as everyone else there. Of course, it would only happen if my jelly arms could push through.

  “The rest of you get on the ground and give me twenty, even you Em,” the man said, the one referred to as the drill sergeant.

  The other three faced the challenge and knocked it over within the same couple of minutes it took me to do the next single push-up. As sweat flowed from my brow into my eye, the salty liquid stung and blurred my vision while my muscles burned.

  “Nineteen to go, princess. Move it.”

  I pressed on through my pain, one by one, I gained on the target, and I can’t contemplate how I was able to do this with my sapped energy. Something within pushed me to keep going, like a fire continuing to receive fresh fuel to burn. I didn’t know how many I had left to complete, but a voice of authority kept me updated.

  “Five.”

  I can do this. My arms now shook as I exerted any pressure upon them, but I had exceeded my personal expectations by so much already. I faced adversity before, I had overcome many worse life experiences, and so what were a few more push-ups?

  “Four.”

  Through my peripherals, I became aware of the others standing around me. One by one, they chanted my name until their voices gathered in unison, giving me the type of boost normally reserved for sporting teams with official cheer squads. I’d never been high before, but that moment gave me some kind of incredible natural high.

  “Three.”

  I no longer felt like I was inside my own body. I felt like I evolved into a motherfucking superhero able to put my body through anything with not a single barrier in sight.

  “Two, one, none.”

  I don’t remember those last three, but when DS yelled none, I allowed my body to sink to the ground, and then I smiled at what I achieved. Faith was the first to come over, putting an arm around me and kissing the top of my head.

  “Get back to your spots,” DS yelled.

  Those words made everyone move, but before leaving me, Faith whispered in my ear, “I’m gonna spoil you tonight.”

  I didn’t know if I’d have the energy to do anything but lay back and let her give me oral pleasure like she did in the shower. I rolled over onto my back.

  “Five laps, princess.” DS pointed to the nearby sports oval.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “I don’t joke around. Now get up and run around that oval,” he said looking down at me, as I remained laying.

  “This will hurt tomorrow, and I’ll blame you,” I held back the tears.

  “I’m counting on it.”

  ******

  After the first day of exercising and learning hand-to-hand combat, I could barely lift my utensils to my mouth during dinner at the mess hall. I thought if I had to do that every day, I couldn’t fathom how I could survive a week.

  “It gets easier,” Oliver said from across the table.

  “Yes, it does. I’ve been here a month and already in the swing of how things work. Tomorrow, we should be at the shooting range if the routine is consistent,” Faith said.

  She’s so beautiful. I’d never found myself attracted to someone of the same sex before, but the way she satisfied me opened a whole new world no man had ever shown me before.

  “I’m so tired. I’m going to bed early tonight.” I looked into the eyes of Faith sitting next to me and hoped she caught my meaning.

  “I’ll call into your room before I go crash. Massage your muscles so you are ready for tomorrow. Those pistols can be
heavy if your body’s tired.” Faith stood and took her dirty plates away.

  Oliver leaned in close. “Don’t get too close to her. Sure, have your fun, but don’t get too attached to anyone here. We’re to be trained as killers, and we need to have emotions like DS.”

  “Okay, I’ll take that into consideration,” I said.

  “I’d love to come by your room one night, help you relax.”

  I didn’t know how to answer him, so just nodded. All I wanted was to lie on my bed with Faith’s tongue between my legs again. Why don’t guys ever want to do that for us? We’re expected to put their cocks in our mouths and make them come, but why are they never keen to return the favour? “Maybe you should,” I said, giving him a wink.

  I cleared my plates and thought about my informal invitation to the well-hung boy. I decided should I ever find myself in bed with him I’d need a decent tube of lube.

  I pondered the path ahead for me while walking back to my room, knowing I would be trained how to take lives in various ways. I questioned if I could do it again.

  The night air cool, I concluded the short journey to my room with a spring in my step as my eyes caught the heavenly outline of Faith’s body standing outside the accommodation building. I ran to her, admiring her form in the little shorts and singlet top.

  “I thought you were never coming,” she said to me, looking me up and down.

  I said nothing. Instead, I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her until I almost ran out of breath. I never thought I’d fall in lust with a chick, but the feel of soft feminine skin against my own and those sweet lips and big tits took me on a sexual journey like none I had ever experienced prior to my stay at this place.

  “You keep that up, Faith and I might be coming before you know it.”

  “Hmm, all ready to go, and it’s not even seven p.m. You better try and return the favour, though.”