by R. S. Smith
“A good sex life is a good thing,” Renée answered.
“I've never been interested in other women, but the way you use your tongue reminds me there's something sexual that I really like and my husband doesn't like to do it for me. He'd be most upset if I did anything with another man. Sorry, Danny.” She motioned with the pistol for Renée to return to her knees. “Consider this a sweetener in our negotiation, a down payment.”
“If there's something you'd like me to do for you, I certainly will,” offered Renée.
As Laura took off her skirt, she said, “I have to warn you I have an insatiable appetite once things get started. I insist on complete and total satisfaction.”
“Laura, I'm fighting for our lives here. I can guarantee you an orgasm if you allow me the opportunity, multiple orgasms. I truly do want to please you, I do. I'm just not sure we have enough time.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, slipping off her underwear.
“You said Manuela will be here in two hours. If we do this, two hours will fly by in no time and she'll be here.”
“Precious, now you're teasing me. If we make it to two hours, I won't even remember that woman's name. Besides, she doesn't know this address. I'm supposed to deliver you both to her special location for special processing.”
“I do have one small request first, Laura.”
“What's that?”
“If you really feel the need to keep holding that gun on us, please click on the safety. I'd hate for you to get so excited you lose control and accidentally shoot me in the head, or worse yet, shoot Danny over there.”
Renée had been right about the time passing quickly. It was a long while later when an exhausted Laura allowed her to come up for air and sit at her side on the sofa. She put her arm around her naked friend and the two cuddled together as she continued to point the gun in Danny's general direction.
“Now what happens?” asked a still bound, worn out Renée.
“Now we transfer that money to my offshore account, I set you two free, and I go back to L.A. I'm known as the top hit-woman in the state.”
“Or...,” said Renée.
“Or what?”
“Or we transfer that money to you and you stay here and help us.”
“Help you with what exactly?” Laura asked.
“Meet with Cicero. Tell him what you told us. If we can take out Manuela and Bernice, Danny and I will move up in the organization, and we'll take you along, too.”
“I should get back to my husband.”
“Is that what you really want or what he might want? Do you want to go back to that mundane sex life when you could stay here with us and make what just happened a regular occurrence? How much do you two still have in common? Danny and I have already agreed we could be a threesome, and you'd have a lot more money and power, too.”
“I don't know.”
“Laura, forget the physical part for a moment. Do you feel more of an emotional connection with us or with that man waiting for you back in California? Stay here and have the emotional and physical fulfillment, the money and the increasing power, and an endless supply of doing the kind of work you love.”
She looked over at Danny. “He is a good looking man.”
“It doesn't have to be a lifetime commitment, Laura. Just try us out for a few months and if it doesn't work, you keep the entire million and we part friends.”
“How do I know you won't just shoot me when I release you?” Laura asked.
“You get the five hundred thousand dollars first. I'm not going to give you that kind of money if I'm going to kill you. Besides, it should be obvious that we really need you. I just proved I'm willing to go the extra mile to please you. Did I?”
“Well, yeah. You did put a smile on my face, a big smile.”
“If I kill you, you'd never be able to reciprocate, not that you'd ever have to. Frankly though, both Danny and I will have certain expectations if you do stay. It's totally up to you, but we really wish you would. I'd give you another kiss, but my mouth is too wet at the moment,” she added with a chuckle.
Danny added in his two cents worth, “She's right, we both want you here, Laura! We can make this work. We'd be unbeatable as such a close-knit group.”
“Well, I'll admit that it does feel right, although most unusual. As a native Californian, I've always considered myself open-minded about such arrangements.”
Laura determined it was worth a try. The money was transferred, the bindings were removed, the threesome showered, dressed and departed to meet with Uncle Chip. He was extremely upset and cursed incessantly, but didn't challenge the credibility of the information. Cicero authorized the hits on both Manuela and Bernice.
As they left their meeting with him, Laura said, “Manuela will be wondering why I was a no-show.”
“Tell her we me made you an attractive counter-offer and you want more money,” said Renée. “She's used to that. Tell her you want to share in the fun just like Bernice. Then we'll ambush them, kill them both and keep the money.”
“Maybe I should tell her Danny got away. Then he can be our outside, back-up man,” suggested Laura.
“No, that will make her too suspicious, although she generally expects the unexpected anyway. She'll have someone hidden backing her play,” Renée said. “How much was she paying you anyway?”
“A hundred grand.”
“Is that all? What a cheapskate. Tell her you want another hundred for Danny, and then say it's worth it because she can make me suffer even more by disemboweling him and making me watch. She'll jump at that prospect.”
“Oh, what a pleasant mental image that is,” he said.
“There are two partners I sometimes use in L.A. on tough jobs. I suggest we bring them in to back our move. They'll need a hundred large each, though,” said Laura. “We can pay them with Manuela's money. I bet she's made Bernice kick in some of it.”
“Okay, Uncle Chip has people we could use locally, but I don't trust any of them.”
“If we all survive, I think we should celebrate with a three-way afterward, including that reciprocation I owe you,” Laura suggested.
“Damn, I haven't seen that big a smile on Renée since I’ve known her, and she's been smiling a lot. Maybe we should do that first,” Danny eagerly suggested.
“No, business first,” the two women replied in unison, as Renée blushed.
It was two days later when Manuela had agreed to the new terms and the five assassins gathered near her abandoned warehouse. They all wore protective vests.
“Let's assume she has at least one outside sniper covering the entrance,” said one of Laura's partners. “If it were me, I'd be on top of that building over there. I'll go reconnoiter.” He pointed out two other locations that needed to be checked. They all scouted the area and reconvened awhile later. Two shooters had been found and taken out.
“These rifles have thermal imaging scopes, Laura. The shooter can see you almost as clearly as if he were in the room with you. That suggests she was planning on taking you out, which suggests no payment forthcoming,” fretted one partner.
“Don't worry, you guys will get your money. As long as things are going our way, let's take it slow so that Renée can savor the moment. Try not to shoot either one of them. There are better things planned.”
Laura's two partners moved to advantageous rooftop positions. She then placed gags and fake plasticuffs on Renée and Danny, after each one of them had concealed a weapon on their backside. They entered through a side door.
“We're here, Manuela!” Laura announced. “Are you ladies ready to let the good times roll?”
“You're late, Laura. We don't like being kept waiting.” Placed on the tabletop were a chainsaw, an ax, a small blow torch, and a small cattle prod, along with various sharp medical instruments, two floor lamps lighting the area and a chair. Two armed men stood off to the side. A video camera was mounted on a tripod ready to record the upcoming entertainment, and Manuela
wore a small two-way ear piece. She and Bernice were beaming like two schoolgirls on Christmas morning.
“Bring our guests over here into the light,” Manuela requested as she switched on the camera and pointed it at the threesome. “I want the video to show them clearly as we prepare to begin. I've cleared my calendar for the whole week, so we'll have lots of time to spend together. Renée, your friend Bernice is holding a scalpel. You'll get to watch while she uses it on your young man. She'll be taking home a certain appendage to stuff and mount on her trophy wall. This cattle prod over here will soon be exploring every crevice of your body, slowly and most intimately. Okay, let's get started.”
“Where's my money?” asked Laura.
“It's over there. The men are guarding it for you.”
“Have them bring it over here and place it on the table. I need to see it before we can proceed, ladies,” insisted Laura.
“No, I think I'll keep both the guests and the payment, dear. I don't appreciate being held up for more money. You're outgunned, sweetie. If you want to walk out of here alive, put down your weapon, go sit in the chair and watch.”
“Neither of you is even armed, Manuela. Pay me now or I'm taking them out of here and selling them to someone else.”
“Who else would want them?” she asked. Her two armed guards drew their guns and moved closer, but didn't have the correct angle for a good shot.
“One of your guys may shoot me, but I guarantee you'll be dead before I hit the floor, Manuela.”
“Take her out now!” Manuela shouted into her comm-device.
Two shots could be heard, along with the sound of shattering windows. Manuela and Bernice were stunned to see that Laura was still standing and looked over to see both guards falling dead.
The two prisoners broke free of their fake bindings and drew their weapons.
“Uh oh,” said Laura sarcastically. “Do the two naughty bitches have a wee wittle problem?”
Manuela and Bernice were agape with stunned disbelief at the rapid power-shift and tried to make a run for it. Laura and Renée knocked them down, and a five-way altercation ensued. The older women put up a good fight, but as the girls held them down, Danny knocked them out. When they awoke, Bernice was tightly secured in the chair, Manuela was shackled nude to the large tabletop, Renée held the cattle prod in one hand and the scalpel in her other, and Laura and Danny were standing off to the side observing. Laura's partners stood guard outside.
“Manuela, why did you kill and torture my Chris?” she asked.
“Let me out of here, you little shit!” She struggled in vain to get free.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. That's no way to be talking to me when we're about to become so intimate.” Renée said, as she gently slid the electrified prod along Manuela's bare thigh. She gave her a test zap near the top of her leg.
“Get that thing away from me!” Manuela shouted as her body twitched in response.
“Oh, this is fun! Do you want me to turn it down a notch before penetration, dear? Or maybe you prefer up a notch or two?”
“I have money, Renée, a lot of money. You can have it if you let me go.”
“Hmmm, well, how much money do you think you're worth, Manuela?”
“Release me and we'll talk, honey.”
“Honey? See, you're getting the idea of talking nice to me. You're such a quick learner,” she said as she zapped her again. “It's not about money, dear. Today is all about Renée's revenge!”
Laura and Danny went outside and joined her partners, leaving their friend to more freely enjoy her pleasures uninhibited. It was sunrise when Renée finally came out, too.
“How did it go, honey?” Danny asked.
“It was all good, Danny. I didn't see the need to use up the entire week. I'm finished, but their dental records will be needed for identification. Don't go inside; it's gruesome. I don't want anyone to have to ever see that side of me again. I'm feeling really good though, and ready to move on with my life, perhaps doing something different.”
“Have you got enough energy left for that celebration we discussed?” Laura asked with a gentle caress. “A lady always reciprocates.”
“Oh yes! I've never done a three-way before. It's always been one of my fantasies,” said Renée. “I'm ready to get started right here, right now!”
“Well, let me send the guys home first, and I would enjoy it more with some privacy,” Laura said. “I'm right there with ya on the fantasy thing. It will be my first ménage à trois, too.”
“That makes it unanimous,” Danny announced.
After a few days of non-stop carnal pleasures, Laura determined it would be best to return home to her husband and hometown friends. Renée and Danny were restless and going through Uncle Chip's collection file again when they found another case that they were in the mood to pursue. The man's condo was on the twentieth floor of a hi-rise.
As they entered the building lobby unnoticed, both donned their hoods and rode up in the elevator. She used her toolkit to gain entry and the couple quietly slipped inside. Both were surprised to find the man in what appeared to be his teenage daughter's bedroom. The pair were lying together naked and she looked very distraught.
“Ahem,” said Danny as he switched on the bedroom light.
“What's going on here?” asked Renée.
“Who are you? What do you want?” asked the startled fellow.
“We're here to collect your debt.”
“Get out!” he ordered. “I don't keep any money here.”
“Uh, sir, we're the ones with the guns,” Renée politely pointed out. “Now answer the question, shithead!”
Both remained silent, so she walked around to the girl's side of the bed, pulled off the covers, and repeated the inquiry, this time directly to her.
“He's my stepfather. Whenever my mom's out of town, he comes in here and makes me do things. He threatens to hurt her if I ever tell.”
Incensed, Renée asked “How long has this been going on, dear?”
“Three years, and each year he gets more perverted.”
“Where does he keep his money?”
“Over there in the wall safe behind his portrait.”
After experimenting with a few combinations, they discovered that his birth date provided the magic numbers.
“Let's go out on the balcony and admire the view,” Renée requested. The naked pair led the way and Renée positioned a chair next to the railing. She looked over the edge and said, “Wow, it's a long way down! Heights like this scare me. I'm always afraid I'm going to fall off. Get up on the chair, mister.” He objected, but she proved to be very persuasive. It was a tall chair and a short railing, and his legs wobbled as he stood up.
“Honey, do you love your stepfather?”
“I hate him!”
“I grew up in a situation just like yours, sweetie. Come over here a moment and place both your hands on his ass one more time. I think you'll find it more agreeable this time.”
She and Danny stepped back and admired the scene. “What do you think, partner?” she asked.
“It works for me, but won't you-know-who possibly object?”
“He can be flexible.”
“Miss, I think you have an important decision to make,” Danny said.
“You guys were right. It's does feel good having my hands on his ass this time. That's a first. I love the sense of power!!”
“Honey, we're going to leave now. We have our money, so you'll not see us again. The security cameras probably recorded us breaking in, so if he happens to fall forward off the chair, you could blame it on your intruders. Have a good night, miss.”
When Danny and Renée left the building, he said, “I'm sorry about your unhappy childhood. Do you think you'd ever want to have children of your own?”
“Oh yes, I want to have your babies, Danny! I just don't want to raise them here.”
“I have a cabin in the Colorado mountains. Let's go live there and have a few kids.”
“Yes! Yes!” she responded enthusiastically.
As they kissed, both wondered if they would soon hear the scream of a man plunging twenty stories.
Chapter 2
Colorado
Cabin
Ohhhh, this can't be good, she thought to herself.
It was as if she were awakening from a deep sleep, not yet able to open her eyes. A gentle breeze across her face, accompanied by the sound of 'whup, whup, whup' coming from overhead, were her clues that she had a problem. It was reminiscent of an old TV series that started out with the same sounds, as wartime helicopters approached an emergency medical center.
“Have I been in an accident?” she mumbled.
“Yes, dear,” came the response from a matronly-sounding voice. “You were found at the scene of an explosion.”
“Oh my God! Was anyone else injured?”
“No, honey, only you. Can you tell me your name?” inquired the attendant.
“Of course I can, it's....it's um....I can't think of it at the moment, ma'am.”
“We'll need the name of someone in your family. Who would you like for us to contact, miss?”
“I have a sister,” the young woman muttered. “She lives out of town, though.”
“Oh good, and what's her name?”
“It's...oh God, I can't remember that either. Ohhhh, my back is killing me, and my head is pounding.”
“We're almost there, sweetheart.”
Soon she felt the chopper descend, and her eyes finally began to open. Emergency personnel came running toward them with a gurney and began to shift her position to move her onto it.
“Ohhhh, my back, my back, please take it easy on my back, guys!”
A few moments later she was in the ER.
“Hello, darling, I'm Doctor Sanchez,” an overweight, Hispanic woman informed her. “We're going to be cutting off your clothes and running some tests to determine what needs to be done first. It appears you may have a concussion and a broken wrist. You have no I.D. Can you tell me your name?”