Assassin Affairs

by R. S. Smith

  “That sounds good, but why sunrise?”

  “There are no crowds and it would be symbolic of new beginnings.”

  “If there are no crowds, let's make it a nude ceremony!”

  “Don't be ridiculous. My sister will probably be coming, the one you visited in the hospital, plus there are always cameras around these days and I still need to worry about my public image,” Joanna said. “Just one last thing, honey.”

  “What's that?”

  “What will our last name be? You've never once mentioned it.”

  “Danvers, you'll be Mrs. Danny Danvers!”

  The wedding ceremony went off without a hitch. When Laura learned of it, she promptly forgave Joanna's unpaid debt as a wedding present. The happy couple spent a memorable honeymoon in Fiji.

  As they settled into the routine of a happy home life, Danny realized his new wife would need some help with the house, especially those times he would be away. One day be brought home Ashley.

  “You remember Ashley don't you, honey?”

  “Oh yes. You're a very pretty girl, dear.”

  “With your permission, Jo, I'd like to have her help you out with all the cooking, cleaning and other needs during your pregnancy. I won't always be here, Jessie will be moving in with Renée not far from here, and I don't want you to be alone. If you approve of her, she will be our live-in housekeeper.”

  “I guess that explains the skimpy maid outfit.” She motioned for the young woman to approach her as Danny spoke.

  “Sweetheart, when you confessed your bisexuality to me, I got this idea. You did say you think she's cute, and she will be here on your behalf, not mine, for one year, in exchange for some of my training. The word 'no' is not in her vocabulary. Isn't that right, Ashley?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Can you curtsey for me, dear?” Joanna asked.

  She did one clumsily. “I'll do better ones in the future, ma'am.”

  “Jo, she has come here today to apply for the job. It is you who will be making the final decision. You can think of it more as an audition, if you know what I mean. I have to go help Renée and Jessie find a place to live, so I'll leave you two alone for the day to get better acquainted. Is that okay?”

  As he left, he turned and looked back to see the maid uniform coming off and knew he had made the right choice. Joanna later informed him that she had been so inspired by his group, she had commissioned a script for her next film. It would be called Willful Women.

  Chapter 4

  Tasting

  Testing

  Joanna, Mrs. Danny Danvers, sat rocking her six month old son, with her live-in housekeeper Ashley at her side. Ashley was no ordinary house servant. In order to earn her way into Mr. Danvers good graces, it had been agreed that she would work one year to help his wife throughout the period of the pregnancy and post-birth with all her needs, cooking, cleaning, and especially anything sexual.

  Danny Danvers had proposed when he learned he would be having a son and that there would be no prenup with his wealthy, movie star wife. He lived in the home with his new family and mentored Ashley regularly in exchange for her household services. He taught her lock-picking, martial arts, gymnastic maneuvers, weapons use, hand-to-hand combat, knife fighting and the lethal application of ordinary over-the-counter drugs. Although he lived there, he was frequently away on business matters.

  More than a year earlier, Joanna's daughter Jessica had been abducted. Not trusting the authorities to do the job, she had put out an offer of ten million dollars for mercenary specialists to do the recovery. She didn't care whether they were people who worked outside the law, as long as they were known for getting excellent results. Frantic to proceed with the child's recovery, she had agreed to terms that proved more challenging than she ever expected at the time. Both she and daughter Jessie had ended up sexually involved with each of the trio, Laura, Danny and Renée. Danny's significant-other, Renée, had not allowed her the use of protection the night she and Danny had collected their bonus. Danny junior had been the result.

  Renée had been a New York mob assassin and Danny, an ex-detective and Special Forces guy, had worked with her. Their friend Laura had lured them out of a pleasant Colorado retirement with Joanna's ten million dollar enticement. Because of the marriage, both Danny and Renée were relocating to Los Angeles. Renée would be living with Joanna's daughter Jessie. Laura was separating from her husband and would soon be joining them in Renée's new mansion. There had been sexual relationships between all of them.

  Shortly before Ashley became the housekeeper, Renée, Danny and Joanna's daughter Jess had executed a hit on a group of six people. Ashley was the sole survivor that night, because she was no relation to the family named in the contract, and on the condition she make a lifetime commitment to do as she was told and join the group on its future endeavors. Having sexually persuaded each one of her commitment, her first major assignment was the year serving Danny's wife, and it was due to end in a few hours. Joanna knew nothing of any assassinations, and Ashley was forbidden to discuss it. She was fifteen years younger than Joanna, had short black hair and a petite build. Joanna was in her early forties, and had added a few pounds to her once perfectly shaped, celebrity frame.

  “What do you hear from your daughter, Mrs. D.?” asked Ashley.

  “Jessie has finally gotten rid of those braces on her teeth. She's still upset with me for all those years I neglected her and focused on my acting career. I think my best chance at reconciling with her is to help her keep her special-friend Renée happy.”

  Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones causing it, Joanna thought, as she began to sob, saddened by Ashley's impending departure.

  “Please don't cry, Mrs. Danvers.” She never addressed her by her first name. “What can I do to make things better?”

  “Oh, Ashley, I'm going to miss you so. I didn't enjoy being with Laura, because she had total control. With Renée, it was that way at first, but later was more mutual. With you, I've gotten everything I’ve wanted. Now you'll be gone, you'll be irreplaceable!”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Danvers. You could always hire a nanny.”

  “My sister Jennifer will be coming out to help for a few weeks. I've enjoyed the way you curtsey. I certainly can't ask my sister to do that, and it wouldn't be the same anyway.”

  “Perhaps your people at the movie studio would curtsey if asked, ma'am.”

  “That is funny. I can see the tabloids now. I'd be dubbed as 'the Queen'. No, I prefer to keep my image as the friendly woman next door, everyone's best-friend. What I think I've liked best was the way you prepared my dinner, served it to me in the dining room, and then got under the table and and gave me what I wanted most while I ate. The role playing was fun, too, especially when we traded off using the police uniform. I still remember the day Danny brought you here a year ago. How did you two meet?”

  “I'm not allowed to discuss that, ma'am. Mr. Danver's only two rules are to never deny you and to never discuss anything related to his work.”

  “I realize it's a little after-the-fact, but I'd like to find out more about that couple, Danny and Renée.”

  “What I can tell you is that I have my Master's Degree in Criminology. After doing a year of research for my thesis, I put my life at great risk to connect with both of them, and after today that connection goes to the next level. I'm really looking forward to it. Renée has acquired a large home nearby and invited me to live with her and your daughter. Her friend Laura may join us, too, if she separates from her husband. The submissive part of my life has been an interesting experience, but it ends in two hours.”

  “My daughter said that she saved your life. Is that right, Ashley? I bet there's an interesting story there.”

  “Yes, ma'am, and as you know, I can't discuss it.”

  “Just a hint. Please!”

  “Suffice it to say that I was in a life-threatening situation, and your daughter was responsible for my surviving it.”

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nbsp; “Oh that's so nice to hear. She's such a good girl. I'm so proud of her,” she said, coddling her newborn.

  Ashley wanted to tell her Jessica helped to murder an entire family and had bordered on an orgasm because of it, but smiled politely instead.

  “Have you slept with my husband, Ashley?”

  “Yes, ma'am. We all have, up at that cabin in Colorado. He's a very sexual man. We still have a few hours, Mrs. Danvers. Would you like me to undress for you again?”

  With the strange events of her past few years, Joanna had come to realize she was bisexual and was learning to embrace it.

  “Yes, let me see one last time what that cute little maid's uniform is hiding, Ashley.”

  She curtsied as she said, “Yes, ma'am.” A moment later the tiny black uniform was on the floor. She hadn't worn any underwear and stood nude for her mistress. “Perhaps we could put little Danny down for a nap, Mrs. Danvers. I'll turn down the bed for us.”

  Theirs was a one-sided relationship. Joanna liked that, and soon the two fell asleep, their bodies intertwined.

  When the time for Ashley's departure arrived, Renée barged into the bedroom with Jessica, awakening them. The estate security guards had standing orders to let her pass, and both she and daughter Jessica had door keys and the security code.

  “Jo, I've come to reclaim my little piece of property. It's time to return her to the roost. I don't know if Danny told you this, but Ashley’s year here was my wedding gift to you. I'm pleased to see you're enjoying the present. The time for you, me and Jessie to resume our earlier arrangement is coming soon.”

  As part of Joanna's effort to reconcile with Jessie, she had agreed to help her accommodate her two friends, Danny and Renée, whenever they wanted to be with the mother and daughter together sexually.

  Renée was a master manipulator and responsible for most of the group's relationships. She had sexually manipulated Laura to join her rather than kill her, she had manipulated vulnerable young Jessica into asking for multiple sexual relationships after rescuing her from her abductor, she had successfully maneuvered Joanna into making an open-invitation of the mother-daughter accommodation, and when she had first encountered Detective Danvers, she had manipulated him to bed her, not arrest her. Hers was a Charles Manson-type following. As she stood there by the bedside, she could have requested any one of women to do something perverse, and any of them would have accommodated her immediately. She let Danny think he was in charge, but in reality, she was the one with control of the entire group, including Joanna.

  As Ashley compliantly got out of bed and dressed, Renée sat next to Joanna and began stroking her as someone would a pet animal. “Jo, you're starting to look like a cow. Frankly, Danny's been complaining about it and the fact that you've not been taking any initiative lately. We understand it's due to the little one and Ashley both being distractions, but looking at you makes me think of a heifer cow grazing in a field.”

  “I'm sorry, Renée. I'll try to do better for both of you,” Jo said.

  “That's not good enough. I'm not interested in you when you're like this. Let us take you outside so you can graze naked on some grass. Get up! I think the security guards will enjoy watching that and the paparazzi are probably out there somewhere, too. It would make for a funny tabloid cover.”

  “No, please don't do that!”

  The trio led her to the back door.

  “I want you to eat some grass and moo loud enough that the security guards come to investigate.”

  “I'll do whatever you want, just don't make me do this!” she pled.

  “All right. I'll let you off this time, but you owe me one. Okay?”

  “Yes, I owe you a big favor! Thank you!” It was if she had been brainwashed into permanent submission to her. She had been told it was due to Stockholm Syndrome, but patronizing Renée made her happy and she chose not to deal with it. Plus, Renée had all those compromising photos of her and had indicated she would use them if necessary. All the photographs had been shared with Laura. She had been most pleased and had been requesting to see brand new ones.

  Joanna now felt alone and called her sister Jennifer. She had prior commitments, but would come provide some moral support in a few weeks.

  Jessica and Renée escorted Ashley to her new digs.

  “Thanks for helping out all year, Ash. You'll be staying here with us now in my new house. It's a rental and strictly temporary for everyone, as I realize you each have your own lives to live, but everyone gets their own bedroom this time. It's more private than the cabin was for entertaining special guests. This place even has a swimming pool. As for extra-special guests, there's a soundproof basement with no windows and a toilet. I've also gotten some new tasers. There's even a walk-in vault for our weaponry. Laura has finally left her husband and moved in an hour ago, too. She has the local connections to get us lots of jobs. In fact, she and Jessie are going out on a job tonight. Go ahead and get settled in. We'll talk more later. Make yourself at home,” said Renée.

  The night's task was to visit a junkie named Bertie. She owed a lot of money for her heroin, and was beginning to show signs of withdrawal when the pair entered her home. Her two children lived with her.

  “Front and center, everybody!” Jessie ordered, as both waved their weapons.

  “It's time to settle your account, Bertie. Where's the money?” Laura asked.

  “I don't have it. I swear I'll get it for you if you just get me a quick fix now!”

  Jessie was in another one of her playful moods and wanted a replay from her last job. She pointed her pistol at the two kids, a young man and a young woman. “I want to see all your clothes in a pile at my feet. Right now!!”

  The frightened pair promptly complied. The two assassins eyed each of them with keen interest.

  “How old are you honey?” one asked.

  “Eighteen. We're both eighteen, we're twins,” the girl answered.

  “What are your names, sweetie?”

  “Mine is Michelle; his is Michael.”

  “Oh, that's cute,” said Jessie. “Michael, let's have a little fun. Turn yourself on for us. Let's see what you've got.”

  Laura directed the girl to get down on her knees in front of her and toyed with her suggestively.

  “Very nice, Mikey. Now stick out your tongue and wiggle it around,” Jessie directed.

  He did.

  “Bark like a dog for me.”

  He did.

  “He passes my three tests, hon.”

  “I get the first two, kid, but why do you want a guy who can bark?”

  “It shows obedience, just like the vibrator's 'on' button,” she chuckled.

  “They both show promise, kid,” Laura said. “You know, I could get more for a pair of twins on the sex-trade black market than what Bertie owes. You wanna make an investment?”

  “I do have the money from that last job, and my dildo just hasn't been producing the desired results lately. I could store him in the basement and take him out when needed, just like my vibrator. Anytime he doesn't get it done for me, we sell the pair and take our profit, then acquire replacements. Maybe Ill start a collection.”

  “Whaddya say, Bertie, trade us the kids in exchange for your debt?”

  “Sure, take 'em. They've been nothin' but a burden to me.” She was so far into withdrawal she could barely speak.

  Jessie asked, “Why don't I just pop her? She'll talk for sure. If we settle her debt and she disappears, no one will look for these two. If they see us kill her, it can only serve to make them more cooperative.”

  “It works for me, kid. Go ahead and do her.”

  A moment later, there was one less junkie in the world, and the foursome was on their way back to the house. When they got there, they determined it a good time to practice with the new tasers. Each twin got a brief zap just to help see how they worked and to reinforce who was in charge.

  Renée noticed the pair seemed hungry and malnourished. She promptly fed the
m, which seemed out of character and surprised the others. “They'll bring a higher price if they look healthier,” she explained.

  Joanna was several weeks into her weight reduction program when her younger sister Jennifer arrived for a visit. They shared a strong family resemblance. Danny welcomed the household company and turned on the charm. Jennifer remembered him from the trauma center visit, appreciated that he had been involved with both family rescues, and still harbored her initial fantasies of him crawling into that hospital bed with her. The trio spent a lot of quality time together, both while watching over Danny junior and while out on the town when they had babysitters.

  One night as the married couple was in bed together, he asked “Have you noticed the way your sister looks at me?”

  “I have, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.”

  As he affectionately nuzzled his spouse, he continued, “You know how I love family affairs, honey.” He used his eyes to indicate begging for a receptive response.

  “Oh no, Danny, not again! Isn't Jessie enough?”

  “You know our times together are better when I'm happy. You know I have a large sexual appetite, and you did agree to accept my wicked ways along with the good. You two look almost like twins, my other fantasy.” He spent the next few days wearing down her resistance and she gave in to his wants once again. That evening the threesome sat chatting in the living room, enjoying after-dinner cocktails.

  “Jenny, we're both so glad you're here with us. We both love you,” Jo said.

  “I love being with you guys, both of you, too.”

  “Do you remember that terrible day when we stood together waiting for that Melvin character to come and collect the ransom?”

  “I do, but I try to forget it.”

  “I told you then that I was sorry for neglecting you so in recent years and that I intend to make it up to you. Remember?”

  “Yes?”

  “As a step in that direction, I'm hoping you'll let me share Danny with you tonight. Would you like that, sweetie?”