I used to be an accountant’s secretary, but when I approached 30, I decided that my life needed to change. I needed to make a difference. I have always loved guns and I’m a pretty good shot. That is why I decided to become an assassin. But I wouldn’t just be any kind of assassin. I would make the world a better place, while at the same time making decent money. Helping the rich and famous get rid of cheating trophy wives seemed like the perfect choice…
I decide to let Susanna lie where her young life expired. I find a white sheet in a closet and throw it over her. Then I look at my watch. It’s around noon. Should I leave the house and get back the next day, when my mark is supposed to meet with Susanna’s brother? No, even if I hid Susanna’s body, he would start looking for her, maybe blow the date off. I decide to wait. Susanna had said that her brother was at work. He might get home soon. I’ll wait. While I do so, I shift through Susanna’s clothes and find a cute dress that I like. I put it on, just for the hell of it.
Around five in the afternoon, a metallic blue Jaguar pulls into the driveway. A young, tanned male in white t-shirt and white pants jump out. He is humming as he approaches the front door. I quickly hide behind it. I hear keys in the lock. Then the door swings open. I take a deep breath and steady the gun. ‘Guess it’s not your day, chum.’ I say as he walks in the door. He jumps, stunned at the strange voice behind him. Before he spins around, I drop him with a bullet to the back of his head and push the door shot.
As I drag his body into a large coat closet, I see the contours of a Smartphone in his back pocket. Bingo. There has got to be something useful on there. I snatch it out of the pocket before I lock the closet. Skimming through his text messages, I quickly find his exchanges with ‘Dear Daisy’. I was interested in what I found. They were obviously flirting, but from the messages it looked like he was still in the process of talking her into having sex with him. So far, it seemed, they had only been hugging and kissing a bit.
Maybe the husband had been wrong? Maybe she hadn’t been unfaithful. Yet. I decided to test her. ‘I need you so bad, please, now.’ I typed and pressed the send button. Just a few seconds later I got the reply. ‘On my way.’ It said. Wow, she must be eager. So her husband was not far off the mark. I leave the front door and the door from the hall to the main room slightly ajar and hide out of sight. Then I wait. My heart is pumping. I’m looking forward to a new experience. Less then ten minutes later, I hear a car pull into the driveway.
’Jack? Jack, are you here?’ I hear a lovely voice calling through the door to the main living room. I hear high heels clicker across the marble floor. They are getting closer. I’m hiding in a small alcove close to the door to the hall, so the first thing I see is her back as she walks through the door and across the floor, still calling ‘Jack? Jack?’. As she reaches the middle of the room, I step out from my hiding place. ‘Sorry, Daisy, Jack is not in.’ I say and smile while I keep the gun hidden behind my back.
She spins around with an astonished look on her face, while she steadies herself against a large, black piano. ‘What? Who are you?’ She gasps. I’m almost as stunned as she is, though not for the same reason. She looks amazing. She has the most incredible face I have ever seen, and a slender, well proportioned body. She is much, much more beautiful in real life than she was on the pictures. Her hair looks different too.
’You just got highlights, right?’ I ask. She nods, her surprise only increased by my remark. ‘Sorry, do we know each other?’ She asks. ‘You don’t look familiar.’ I look at her. She has the most amazing, expressive eyes, a delicate nose, a wide, beautiful mouth with soft, shapely lips and cheekbones to die for. ‘No, we have never met. I just saw some recent pictures of you; you and Jack to be precise.’ I say and nod knowingly.
Her body tenses and the surprised look on her face is replaced by concern. ‘Oh. So… you want money?’ She asks, obviously thinking I’m there to blackmail them. I shake my head. ‘No, dear Daisy, not money.’ I reply, not in a hurry to reveal my true intentions. I just want to chat a bit, see how it plays out. ‘But we’ll get to that. So what’s the deal with you and Jack? Are you lovers? You’re a married woman, right?’
’I’m… why?… Who are you?’ She fiddles with her hands and shifts her weight nervously from one leg to the other, before leaning against the piano. Then she draws in a deep breath and looks at me with a serious look on her face. ‘My husband sent you, right? What did he tell you?’ I appreciate her candidness and decide to repay her in kind. ‘Yes, he sent you. He said that you were having an affair with Jack and he told me to kill you.’ I say, matter of fact. Sadly, she doesn’t seem too surprised.
‘God, I feared this day would come. To tell you the truth, I did not have an affair with Jack. Not yet, at least. I was seriously considering it. But I guess he’s dead now, right?’ She speaks softly, almost calmly. I nod. Again her lack of surprise saddens me. Her relationship with her husband must have been truly sour, since se almost seemed to be expecting that he would have both Jack and her killed.
’Please, I don’t know if there is anything I can say or do, but I want you to at least understand me. Please don’t kill me before I’ve had a chance to explain myself.’ She says and looks at me with stern and sad face. I nod. I’m interested in hearing her story. She continues. ‘OK, thank you. When I met my husband, he never planned on having kids. So it never bothered him that I was incapable of getting pregnant. But last year he was in a horrible traffic accident, from which he miraculously recovered. And now everything has changed.’
‘How?’ I ask with genuine interest. She takes a deep breath before she continues. ‘He says that his close brush with death has changed his perspective. That he needs someone to carry on his legacy when he is gone. You see, my husband is a very successful businessman, and he wants an heir for his business empire.’ She calmly explains, almost wearily. ‘And since I can’t have kids, he has totally lost interest in me. I think he has an affair with one of the nurses he met while he was in hospital. Maybe she’ll give him the child he wants. So now he’s just cast me away, like a dirty sock.’
’I’m sorry to hear that, Daisy, I truly am.’ I say honestly. ‘It seems like you got a raw deal. I almost feel bad about having to do this… but well, I do.’ I say and pull out the gun from behind my back. She stares at the cold piece of metal in my gloved hand. She swallows hard and there is fear in her eyes, but still I get the feeling that she has almost been expecting something like this to happen.
‘I took care of him for almost a year, while he recovered from the accident. I spent all my time with him, supporting him, helping him with his exercises, nurturing him the best I could. I sacrificed everything; my career, my friends. He was partly paralyzed for almost six moths, so we couldn’t have sex. When he recovered, he didn’t want to have sex.’ She says in a low voice, barely more than a whisper. ‘What was I supposed to do? I just wanted someone to hold me. I just wanted to feel desired. Is that so bad?’
’No, Daisy, it’s not.’ I whisper, captivated by her story and her genuine desire. ‘You are a truly amazing and beautiful woman and you deserve to be loved.’ Now she looks surprised. ‘Do you mean that?’ She asks. I nod. ‘You seem calm and collected, and from what I know, you’ve been completely honest with me. That is truly commendable, under these circumstances.’ I say. ‘And Daisy, you are without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life.
‘Really?’ She says and slowly, almost casually, pulls at the top of her dress, revealing a few additional inches of her amazing cleavage. I don’t know if she’s truly flattered, if she is trying to seduce me, or simply trying to buy some time. I don’t care either. She looks truly awesome. I nod. A slightly nervous smile appears on her face. ‘I’ve never heard another woman say something like that to me before.’ She says and glances at me with inquisitive eyes. ‘Are you a… are you into women?’ She asks. Again I nod. She giggles.
’Wow, that’s something. I’ve never really… not that I haven’t fantasized about it, but… I just haven’t been in a position where it was a real opportunity.’ She says while untying the top of her dress. Her breasts look absolutely amazing. Perfect. Stunning. ‘I find that hard to imagine. You are really an attractive woman. If any woman you’ve ever met was even the slightest bit bi, they must have lusted after you.’ I say and smile. ‘Maybe you just didn’t pick up the vibe.’
‘Maybe I didn’t. I’ve always been the faithful wife. I got married at a young age and my marriage has been my entire life.’ She whispers with a sad, melancholic voice. ‘And now it will end and everything will end because of it. It’s not fair.’ I can’t help feeling sorry for her. She sounds sincere and I have no reason to doubt that what she has told me is true. She doesn’t deserve what I’m going to do to her. ‘I’m sorry, Daisy. I know you don’t deserve this. You’re a good woman.’ I say and smile.
’And still you’re going to kill me?’ She whispers. I nod. She pulls down her dress, revealing an amazing, slender body, with a flat and beautifully toned stomach. ‘You think I’m beautiful? What if we made love. Would that change your mind?’ She asks. I feel a tingling sensation spread through my body. She is stunning, and the prospect of having sex with her is truly titillating. Still I shake my head. ‘No, it won’t change anything. I would enjoy it, no doubt, but when I have accepted a job, it get’s done.’ I say, matter of fact.
‘So that’s all I am to you? A job? How can you be so cold?’ She whispers. I can’t help but smile. ‘No, you’ve got me all wrong, love. You’ll never hear me say; this is all business, nothing personal. Or; if I don’t do it, someone else will. I don’t need to distance myself from what I’m doing. I enjoy my job. I love the money, yea, but I love the killing just as much.’ I say, enjoying the puzzled look on her face. ‘Being with a woman in the final moments of her life, seeing how she deals with what is happening, it is truly interesting and intense.’
’I… I don’t know what to say!’ She gasps with a distraught look on her beautiful face. I smile and point the gun in her direction. ‘Just undress, love.’ I say flatly. She obeys. Soon she is standing naked and trembling in front of me, staring nervously at the gun in my hand, all her amazing glory bared to my sight. God, she is beautiful! ‘I don’t deserve to die.’ She sniffles. ‘No you don’t, love.’ I confirm. ‘Unfortunately, life is not always fair. Now, is there anything you want to say or do, before I end you?’
‘I… I… God, I can’t believe this is happening. My own husband. Bastard! I don’t want to die, please. Can’t you just let me go? I’ll double whatever my husband is paying you!’ She insists in a trembling, stumbling voice. I smile. ‘Sorry, love, a deal is a deal and an assassin is only ever as good as her word.’ I say and aim the gun in her direction. ‘Now, love, your last choice; head or chest?’ I ask. She trembles and staggers against the piano. ‘No, no, please, no, please, wait, I’m not ready.’ She sobs and shakes her head vigorously.
Her fear and desperation sends a delightful shiver through my body. When it passes, I feel a warm burning sensation between my legs and tingling sensation in my stomach. I’m horny. For a brief moment, I feel a twinge of shyness, but then I remember that this lovely lady takes whatever happens in her final moments to the grave. Without further hesitation, I pull up my dress and slide a couple of fingers down my panties. I’m wet and swollen and I sigh as my finger slide inside myself. It feels wonderful.
After a few moments of tense and pleasurable silence, I smile at dear Daisy. ‘You still turned on by the prospect of a little bi-experimentation, even though it’s not going to save your cute ass?’ I ask. She looks at me with huge, astonished, wet eyes, her body and her lips shaking, teetering, as it appears, at the brink of tears. ‘What do you mean?’ She whispers hesitantly, as if she fears the answer. ‘Well you came here to be admired and excited and maybe even to get a nice orgasm.’ I say and smile. ‘So why not masturbate with me?’
’Oh God, I’ve never…’ She stutters. ‘Well, it’s literally now or never, love. So make up your mind.’ I point out bluntly. She stares at me for a few seconds, her lips quivering, as if she doesn’t know what to say. Then she slowly moves a hand down towards her beautiful crotch. Just as it reaches her amazing labia, she sends me a shy look and her cheeks blush. I smile and nod. ‘Don’t be shy, love, I won’t tell anyone.’ I say. Then she parts her full, swollen labia, revealing her excited clitoris and her glistering pink interior.
‘Oh love, you are all worked up and ready to go!’ I moan, excited at her visible arousal. She digs deep into herself and moans loudly as she does so. I rub myself harder. Within seconds, we are sighing, moaning and groaning together. It is an amazing experience. My excitement keeps growing. I’m so warm inside, I can hardly contain myself. I rub myself harder and harder, while I caress the inside of my thighs with the cold steel of the gun. It feels absolutely incredible.
’God, I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of another woman.’ Daisy moans with closed eyes and an excited look on her beautiful face. ‘And even in front of the woman who is going to end my life. You are going to end me, right? Snuff me out? Execute me and leave my cooling, lifeless body like a piece of dead meat on the floor?’ Her words both excite and impress me. Is she really turned on by the fact that I’m going to kill her? Or is it the though of dying that turns her on?
‘Yes, I’m going to slaughter your sweet ass down like a head of beef cattle.’ I verify. She gasps and shudders. Then she masturbates with an intensity and ferocity that I have never in my life seen before! Her hand moves so fast it looks like a blur. It makes loud, wet, exquisite smacking noises as she works it harder than I have ever seen a woman do it before. Her moaning grows louder and louder, it becomes small screams, then she cries out in one long amazing roar of orgasm.
Her legs buckle as she screams in orgasm. She falls onto her knees, but that s not the end of it. She keeps on rubbing herself and within less than a minute, she screams out in a second orgasm, even louder and more intensely than she did the first time. Yet she keeps circling her clitoris with her fingers, forcing a third, a fourth and a fifth orgasm from her amazing body. Then she collapses panting and gasping on the floor.
I have held back, to be able to enjoy the amazing sounds and sights or her orgasm, but bow that she is done, I give in to my own pleasure. Delaying it, keeping myself right at the edge for as long as it took Daisy to finish herself off completely, has build up an incredible amount of sexual energy in my body. It feels like a nuclear explosion inside me as the sweet release ripple through my body and soul. I rip off Susanna’s dress as if it was made from crepe paper and scream like I have never screamed before.
We are both still panting and recovering from our amazing orgasms, when she looks up at me, the nervousness again apparent in her beautiful eyes. ‘I don’t suppose… you changed your mind?’ She whispers with trembling lips. I slowly shake my head. ‘Please?’ She gasps. ‘We did just share something amazing. Don’t you think? If you’ll let me, I think I’m ready for… something more. At least I want to try. Will you let me?’ Her voice is thin and trembling, and – as far as I can sense – both committed and sincere.
‘You are an absolute angel. Anyone who ever made love to you is surely amongst the luckiest people on this green earth, love. But I’m not gonna be one of them. Sorry.’ I say as softly as I can. ‘We did just share something beautiful. But we’ll leave it at that. You are ready, love, now, while the endorphins released in your body by your repeated orgasms still dull your fear. Lay down on the piano stool, love. It will be over soon. I promise you, you won’t feel a thing.’
She lays down on her back, hesitantly. Then she stares up at me with her amazing, big eyes. ‘I’ll divorce my husband! I won’t ask for anything! It won’t cost him a dime. Then we can do whatever we like, together.’ I smile down at her while I grab the gun hard. I love the feeling of the big, hard handle in my hand and the weight of the cold metal. I absolutely love the beautiful words that flow from her perfect lips, but there is no way I can accept her offer, no matter how tempting.
‘Sorry, love, no can do. Your husband already paid me to kill you. He paid me up front.’ I say and smile. ‘Besides, I already told you, I love killing beautiful women.’ She looks at me, her eyes piercing and intense. ‘I just don’t get.’ She whispers. ‘You seem like a caring and kind woman in any ways. And still… still you do such a horrible thing for a living. How is that possible? Doesn’t it wear you down? How can you live with yourself?’
’I know what I’m doing is horrible. I fully accept that. I embrace it. That is part of what makes it so intense.’ I whisper as I watch the tears tickle down her beautiful cheeks. ‘Watching you laying there, trembling, scared, helpless, pointing the gun at your beautiful, defenseless, naked body, pulling the trigger and watching it all end. It touches me on a deep, emotional and existential level. I feel I’m standing at the edge of the universt. It is like staring at the face of God.’
‘You must have a poet’s soul to make something so horrible sound so beautiful. You are an enigma wrapped in a mystery, beauty and horror, an angel and a devil in one.’ She whispers. Her words touch me deeply. I smile. She smiles back through the tears. ‘Please let me live! Please let me get to know you!’ I’m stunned by her words. Yet I slowly raise my gun. ‘Head or chest?’ I ask. She shakes her head. ‘Please don’t do this! You don’t have to do this! Please, I beg you!’
I make the choice for her. I aim the gun at her forehead. Her eyes grow wide. She screams. ‘OK, love. This is me, snuffing you.’ I whisper. ‘I will never forget you.’ Then I pull the trigger and her head bounces back against the leather seat. She gasps and her body twitches. Urine tickles quietly down her left leg as a deep sigh leaves her lungs.
Then she is still. Silent. Vacant. Spent. I moan at the beauty of her lifeless form. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I must masturbate again, before I get to cleaning up this mess…