It felt good, the cold metal in my hand, like an old friend, or faithful lover. Yes, I had promised him I wouldn't anymore, but the compulsion was too great--too needful. Like taking a deep breath filling the body with oxygen isn't essential--one could live taking in shallow wisps, but I wanted the full experience. I wanted it all.
Queen Moe, my white cat shaved and maned like a domestic lion rubbed against my leg and purred as I opened the box and tipped out six bullets. A smile broke the stillness of my features as I listened to the plink of them falling onto the workbench table.
"Moe, it's going to be good times again, girl."
The cat responded with a deep purr and rubbed closer onto my jeans, leaving stray white hairs behind.
I flicked open the cylinder and picked up one bullet holding it between my well-manicured fingers, the red polish highlighting the gleam of the silver. Slowly I filled each empty yearning chamber with the ammunition. When it was full, I clicked it closed and held the gun against my cheek, feeling the power it held--the power of death. I rubbed one of the hardened nipples protruding through the thin material of the black cat suit I was wearing. I licked the muzzle feeling the cold steel on my lips, and then I put the barrel in my mouth sucking on it, with my finger on the trigger teasing, as I rubbed other places of my anatomy. The phones demanding buzz startled me, and for one brief moment, my finger pressed harder on the trigger. I pulled the gun out of my mouth and laughed, and then moaned, as the reality of the moment struck that a millimeter more and I would have had no head, and in that realization, my body went over the precipice and I shuddered in release.
I ran back into the house and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" My voice was deep.
"Hey Babe, how's my girl? I didn't wake you, did I?" Montaldo's voice had the same effect as the loaded gun, arousing me once again. It always did, it was like music when it's soft and inviting, right before the crescendo. A twang of guilt wafted into my consciousness. I had promised him I wouldn't.
"No, I was up thinking about you, and you know how I am--damn good, and you're missing me, aren't you." I purred.
"I always miss you, everything about you. Your open lips, your open legs, your ..."
"You know I don't do phone, darling. I'm the real thing baby. Always have been and always will be. Did your meeting go well? Did you have them drooling over your every word?"
"They don't drool as well as you do, but nobody fell asleep."
"So, are they going to invest in your services?"
"Yeah, I got the job, oh damn, it's the door. Look baby, I just wanted to hear your voice. I have to run. I love you."
"I love you too. I'll be waiting for you with open...everything."
"I know you will my pet."
I put the phone down. I loved it when he called me his pet. Loved how he stroked me. I put the gun to my cheek once again and stroked it across the cheekbone, down the curve of my jaw and across my full lips. It wasn't too late. I could stop now. The thought flickered and then died. It was too late. I couldn't stop. Not now. Not ever.
I put the weapon into my purse and left the house. He wouldn't call again tonight and I had a long way to go. It was a four-hour drive into the city. I buckled myself into the cherry red Mazda Miata, placing the gun below my right thigh. I wanted to feel it as I drove. It was a great night, the stars were out and it wasn't too cold. I reached for the hairclip I kept on the rearview mirror and pulled my thick auburn hair behind my head and clipped it. Then I sped off enjoying the vibration of the car and the bulge of the gun beneath me.
The time slipped by quickly as I was lost in the memories and sensations of past night excursions. They always ended the same, but the process was vitalizing. I knew my mark, knew his habit. He had wanted me and I had allowed him to grasp my breasts when Montaldo wasn't looking. He would have taken me that night if he had an opportunity. I would take him tonight. I pulled the zipper down on the jumpsuit exposing my breasts. The zipper slid down my crotch and up past my ass. With one zip I could reveal everything a man wanted. I enjoyed the feel of the air on my naked tits and wished a trucker would drive by and get a free show.
I pulled into a parking space in the darkest corner of the parking lot. He said he ran every morning at four. I checked my watch. It was almost time. I put the gun in the pocket on the inside back of the cat suit and then zipped it again. I carefully pulled on the black lace gloves over my long nails. I was disappointed that I'd made it all the way here without anyone seeing my exposed breasts. Just as well though, it was best not to be identified. I found my way to a bend in the jogging trail. It was about midway through his run so he wouldn't be too tired. I didn't want him tired. He'd be just sweaty enough to be musky. I waited leaning against a tree feeling the gun poke into my back. I pulled the clip out of my hair and let my hair fall about my shoulders and then raised my hands over my head in surrender to the pressure of the gun. I heard footfalls and moved to the center of the trail.
He rounded the bend in a full jog and when he saw me stopped so suddenly that he stumbled. I put my hands on my hips and leaned forward.
"Hello, Senator Anderson."
"Tamrea, what a totally unexpected surprise." He wiped his face with the back of his hand as he inspected me letting his gaze linger on my bulging breasts. He had quickly shifted from shock to lust. It was an easy shift for most men. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
I took a step toward him tossing the hair behind my shoulder. I didn't say a word as I pulled the zipper down, down, down, bending forward allowing my tits to fall forward rocking gently, as I pulled the zipper open between my legs. I stood up exposing myself to him. Then, I purred, "We have unfinished business, Senator."
He stepped forward and I quickly backed away from him returning to the tree. He came to me there as I waited. I leaned against the tree so he would not feel his death that was pushing against my spine.
"Well, this is totally unexpected. What..."
"Shhh," I said as I pulled him to me, wrapping one leg around his sweatpants, and kissed him deeply. He didn't protest as I pulled his pants down past his last erection. I rubbed against him and pushed him down to the ground where he lay on the dew-moist dirt. The smell of the earth and his musky scent, along with the anticipation, drew a moan out of me. I mounted him and took my time, avoiding his thrusts, until he slid slowly inside. His own moan chorused mine. He grabbed a breast and sucked it hard as I rode. I knew he wouldn't last long. I was close myself. I pulled the gun out and kissed him one last time as I rocked on him, pounding harder, forcing him deeper inside. He began to make the grunts men make and I was so pleased the timing was perfect. I was on the edge. I placed my finger on the trigger and I waited. He moaned loudly and grunted as his orgasm and head exploded simultaneously.
I zipped myself up quickly, grabbed my hair clip, and sprinted back to my car. I drove away at a normal rate of speed. No reason to call undue attention to myself. There was very little blood on me. I had learned exactly what angle worked best long ago.
I awoke to the scent of Montaldo. My eyes flicked open and he was on me like a tiger pouncing upon prey. Panic and fear grabbed my heart as I looked into the ferocious intensity of his eyes. He was a dangerous man. It was what I loved about him.
"You did it again." He scolded, but he no longer looked threatening. He held a paper in his hand and I didn't bother to contradict him.
"Yes." I replied looking steadily at him. Then he laughed and leapt to his feet quickly freeing himself of clothes. He locked my hands to the headboard, which he always did, ever since the first night we met, and I'd put the gun to his head, but he somehow had known, and he had taken it away and insisted I pleasure him with the gun at my own temple. A deadly switch and I had never been so turned on. He took me quickly, brutally claiming me.
He laid atop me now, my hands still suspended over my head.
"Did you get the hit?" I asked quietly as he licked leisurely at sensitive areas.
"I did."
"How much is this one going to bring?"
"They want it in the papers, they want it bloody, and they were willing to give me twenty thousand."
"When are you going to do it?" I purred enjoying the sensation of his tongue.
"It's a done deal, babe. Didn't you see the paper?"
I moved against him hoping to encourage a second round in the lovemaking. The cuffs bit against my wrists. "Yeah, the Senator... You mean that was the hit?"
He smiled as he moved on top of me again and bit my neck whispering into my ear. "You don't honestly believe I would unintentionally leave you alone with a letch like that, do you, my pet? I knew his lust would ignite that passion within you."
Then he unlocked my cuffs and reaching behind the table lamp, he pulled out the gun, which I had not cleaned yet. He unlocked the safety and shoved it into my throat as he took me. I could smell the chamber as he moved. An assassin needs many weapons to do his job. I was perhaps one of his favorites. One day, though, he would not be paying attention, one day he would relax, and I would take him, and just like the others he would explode in more ways than one, but not today, and not now. I lay back and gave way to the pleasure. One day would come soon enough.
Originally published December 2007: XXXMas