Laid Off
Sebastian
Caldwell was worried. He had been working as an assistant to a high-paid
assassin for the last nine months, and it was the best job that he had ever
had. The pay was excellent, he rarely worked more than five hours a day, and he
did not have to spend his days in an office. He was untroubled by any ethical
concerns about the profession; caring little for others, he was able to easily
rationalize activities that most would find distasteful. Moreover, his duties,
which included researching the backgrounds of targets, making travel
arrangements, and contacting potential clients, being limited, allowed him the
opportunity to indulge in his favorite activities, drinking and sex.
His job paid so
well that he had moved from a shared apartment in a working-class neighborhood
to a spacious loft on the newly gentrified west side. His new situation had
improved his social life, which was becoming a series of all-night parties and
one night stands. Unfortunately though, two nights ago he had stayed out all
night drinking with friends and had slept the next day until noon, missing an
important phone call from a client. By the time he returned the call, the
client had made other arrangements. The loss of an important and lucrative
contract had infuriated his boss, and he had been told to expect a visit to
address his oversight. He feared he might be fired and the thought of losing
this great job made him anxious. He almost jumped when he heard the knock at
the door.
Expecting his
boss, instead, he was struck dumb as the door opened to reveal a gorgeous young
woman who looked to be about twenty with an exquisite face and the body of a
dancer. Long strawberry blond hair cascaded down upon a tight red t-shirt that
covered her small but beautifully shaped breasts and her protruding nipples
testified to her lack of a bra. A pair of metallic-hued black leather jeans
gracefully enveloped the curves of her hips and the perfectly sculpted legs
beneath. The only makeup she wore was a
clear lip gloss; with luminous emerald eyes, perfect skin and a mesmerizing
mouth, no more was needed.
“Hi, I’m Marie,”
she said with a radiant smile, “your new neighbor from down the hall.”
Entranced by the vision before him, he was unable to speak.
“Hello?” she
said teasingly.
“Oh…ah, yeah,
I’m Sebastian, how’s it going?”
“It’s going
okay’ she replied, “But I have a little problem and I’m wondering if you could
help me out. They turned on my phone today and it seems to be working, but I’ve
been expecting a phone call from a friend for the past hour, and she still
hasn’t called. Can I use your phone to check my line?”
“No problem,” he
said, stepping aside and gesturing inside. He picked up the phone and handed it
to her. She thanked him and having dialed the number, turned her back to him.
In doing so she showed him the gorgeous contours of her flawless backside, and
this sight once again left him spellbound. She turned around, noticing that he
had been staring at her, and gave him a knowing half-smile, for he, of course,
was not the first man to lustfully admire her body.
“Well, the
answering machine is working, so I guess the line is okay. But what happened to
my friend?” She flashed him an adorable pout. “I guess I’m staying in tonight.”
His eyes lit up
when he heard this and trying to play it cool, he asked, “If you’re not doing
anything, would you like to join me for a glass of wine? Maybe we could get to
know each other.”
“That sounds
nice.”
“Great!” he
answered, his composure failing as his excitement grew. “Have a seat on the couch;
I’ll be right back with some wine.” He almost skipped into the kitchen and was
back quickly with a bottle and two glasses. “White, okay?”
“Perfect.”
*******
He was lying on
his bed, watching as she hypnotically danced for him, slowly and gracefully
removing her top to reveal her firm breasts. She enticingly shed her pants and
then her panties, giving him his own private show. Standing before him naked,
she was even more beautiful than he had anticipated. “You’re amazing. I’m in
heaven.”
“Almost.”
After the
hurried removal of his clothing, he took her in his arms and guided her to the
bed, where he began to caress the skin of her torso as their tongues danced
between each other’s mouths. His hand moved down her belly to her hips and from
there to between her legs. He felt her becoming wet as he deftly explored the
softness of her
vagina. She in turn was running her nails
up the inside of his thighs and across his scrotum, alternating between one
hand and the other as his arousal peaked.
As the foreplay
heightened and his penis became wet with pre-cum, Sebastian reached into the
drawer of his bedside table and produced a condom. He was about to rip it open
when she delicately encircled his hand and whispered. “Wait, I never use
condoms, I have something to take care of your little warrior.”
Marie kissed him with teasing promise and then moved to the edge of
the bed, and reaching down to her pants pocket, she retrieved a small plastic
container. Opening it, she removed a diaphragm, and with the same elegance that
she exhibited in all her movements, she carefully slid the device into place
between her legs. His desire for her increased as he watched her perform this
task with such poise. He had fantasized about having delirious sex with a Miss America,
and this was the closest he had ever come.
As she returned to his embrace, he rolled her over on her back and
moved between her legs. As he mounted
her, and started slowly sliding in and out of her supple vagina, he became
enthralled by the feeling that his penis was encased in velvet. She began to
use her vaginal muscles to gently caress him and he looked down at her with
enraptured passion. She returned his gaze, but as she gave him a mischievous
little smile, he felt her muscles contract and a sharp pain traveled up his
urethra. After another sharp vaginal contraction, the pain receded, and he
resumed his ecstatic thrusting, quickly reaching ejaculation. As he erupted
inside her in a devastating orgasm, he experienced a correspondingly massive
hemorrhage in his brain, everything went black and he collapsed on top of her.
She pushed away the lifeless body that pinned her and crawled to the
edge of the bed. As she removed the specially designed diaphragm and looked at
it, Sarah walked into the bedroom. Marie squeezed the sides of the device and a
small needle protruded another squeeze and the needle retracted. “Any
problems?” asked Sarah as she tilted her head towards the corpse of her former
employee.
“None. It worked just the way you said it would.” Marie started
dressing as she walked to the bathroom. She washed off the semen from the
diaphragm and returned it to its container.
Sarah leaned over the dead body and examined the now flaccid penis.
“Hardly a mark. Unless the coroner examines the inside of his urethra, no one
will figure it out. And the drug?”
“Just as you said, his brain and his dick exploded at the same time.
Here’s your new toy back,” she said as she handed the case to Sarah.
“Keep it. I think in the
future, you should handle all employee terminations.”
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