Lethal
Embrace
Paul Davenport
was a hit man who worked freelance for the highest bidder, and as a result of
having successfully completed dozens of contracts, was much in demand. He
prided himself on his thoroughness and efficiency. He had been contracted to
eliminate a woman, a rival, who had devastated the ranks of a South American
drug cartel, methodically seducing and liquidating the organization’s three
ranking members. The hitter was a complete pro, and ensured that no trace of
her activities was left behind; except that, one of the victims, having had
problems recently with thieving domestics, had placed a small hidden camera in
his living room. The camera had captured glimpses of the assassin from the
back, as well as the outline of a compact, which presumably contained the
poisoned lip gloss, the killer’s signature, that was found on the lips of the
dead drug dealer. And although the images were hazy and failed to reveal her
face, the woman was determined to be a petite, athletically built blond with
small hips and long, graceful legs.
He had flown to
Bogotá to meet with the surviving members of the group and was returning home.
He had gotten stills made from the video and had them digitally enhanced to get
the cleanest possible picture. He stared at the handful of semi-blurred
pictures of a woman’s back and wondered how he was going to even identify, much
less locate, this unknown woman. He would not have even accepted this contract,
had not the group, in their desperation for revenge, offered him five times his
usual fee. He put the photos back in his briefcase and leaned back in his seat,
trying to determine the best course of action.
Just before
landing, he noticed the attractive blond across the aisle reach in her purse to
remove a black compact, from which she produced a brush and applied a soft pink
lip gloss. It hit him suddenly that the compact and the hands holding it
resembled the images from the video; furthermore, this woman fit the profile of
the hitter, the right size, build and hair color. Although he was skeptical
about the likelihood of such an incredible coincidence, having removed the
photo of the compact from his briefcase, he found a definite resemblance if not
a match. She noticed him looking at her and flashed him a warm smile, as she
finished glazing her lips and returned the compact to her purse.
“Hello, I’m
Paul.”
“Sarah.”
While they talked, he discreetly questioned
her about her trip, using the small talk to make subtle inquiries. She revealed
nothing that ruled out the possibility of her being the hitter, so, finding out
where she lived and claiming that he lived nearby; he proposed they share a cab
from the airport. His offer was accepted, and as he grew more attracted to this
woman, it occurred to him that even if she turned out to not be his target, he
might enjoy spending some time with this beauty. Surveying her obvious charms,
he even began to hope she was not his mystery woman, which would afford the
chance for a pleasant diversion.
*******
During the cab
ride, he appeared to be trying to charm her, expressing interest in her trip
and her profession, as he continued to interrogate her, exercising subtlety and
caution. By the time they reached her home, he had decided that this was in
fact the woman he sought; so when the cab pulled up in front of her house, he
suggested that they have a drink together. She accepted the invitation and he
explained that after going go home to drop off his bags and change his shirt,
he would come back in an hour.
When
he returned, he was carrying a briefcase that she eyed suspiciously. “Come in,”
she said, gesturing for him to enter, “Is this pleasure or business?” she
quipped pointing to the case.
“I
might need to take care of some business later.” He replied as he entered her
apartment. He purposefully walked to a table near the couch and set down his
case. He proceeded to open the case, reach inside and produce a pistol with a
silencer fitted to its nozzle. She, meanwhile, checking her hair in the mirror
by the door, recognized the barrel of a gun pointed at her as he turned to face
her.
Noting the
trademark silencer, she stated calmly, “You’re a pro too.” He nodded in
acknowledgement.
“Who sent you?”
she asked, exhibiting startling composure for someone facing imminent death. “The
Columbians?” He nodded once again.
She stared at
him, as if appraising the situation, and resignedly sighed, “Well, I guess I’ve
made my last hit.” Pausing, she appeared to have an idea,”You know, if I have
to go, I’d like to die happy. Maybe we could have some fun before you finish
your business.” She teasingly flipped her hair to the side and beamed her most
provocative smile at him, proposing that, “Out of professional courtesy, you
could grant me my last wish.”
Wisdom dictated
that he shoot her right there; however, as his eyes scanned the delicious lines
of the sensuous beauty before him, his resolve, as well as his judgment, melted
and his desire increased. He rationalized these building impulses by convincing
himself that, after having sex with her, he could still fulfill the contract
and collect the huge reward. He knew that his hesitation was a compromise of
his normally unimpeachable professional standards, the dictates that had served
him well throughout his career; nevertheless, bewitched by the expectations
which he formed about her body and the pleasures that it might bring, he was
helpless to resist such a tempting offer.
*******
Keeping the
weapon aimed at her chest, he patted her for weapons and finding none, pulled
the silk scarf from around her shoulders; spinning her around, he began to tie
her hands with it. She leaned her head back to him and purred, “Why don’t you
let me take off some of these clothes?” He stopped tying her hands and stepped
back.
She turned to
him, and unzipping her skirt, let it fall, revealing shapely, slim hips clothed
in black silk panties. He was transfixed by the sight of this woman as she
slowly pulled off her top, uncovering beautiful breasts also surrounded by
black silk. The bra she wore was unlike any he had ever seen, with the sides of
the garment cradling and pulling taut her breasts in a strange almost kinky
fashion; in the front, at the center of each cup, lay a small plastic flower
that covered up her nipples. Normally he would have wondered about the unusual
details of the garment, but distracted by the beauty of her flawless skin and
the stunning contours of her body, he dismissed any worries and tied her hands
with the scarf.
He set his
silenced pistol on the table and approached her. He reached in his pocket for a
handkerchief “One last thing,” he said as he removed the lip gloss from her
lips. He quickly removed his shirt and pants, after which, satisfied that he
had effectively de-clawed this potentially dangerous woman, he wrapped his arm
around her waist and drew her towards him.
Their mouths met
with a gentle urgency that slowly intensified with the interplay of tongues,
building to a crescendo of desire. As he pulled her close, feeling the flowers
on her bra press against his torso, she leaned against him and bent her knee,
raising her thigh to expertly massage his groin. As she stimulated his growing
erection, the tantalizing young woman, with her lithe, supple body, had him
powerfully aroused, and he reached behind her to run his hand down her back and
under the elastic of her panties.
As he stroked
the soft flesh of her buttocks, Sarah’s mouth moved to his ear, and seductively
nibbling on his earlobe, she breathily intoned, “I’ll bet you’re just dying to
take off my bra.” He moaned his assent as his lips moved to the nape of her
neck and his hand sought the clasp of her bra. The closure at the back was also
unlike any he had ever encountered, but once again, captivated by her adept
ministrations, any suspicions that he might have formed got waylaid by his
intense desire.
As she
delicately ran her tongue along the edge of his ear and continued to excite him
with the skilled attention of her leg, he released the catch on her bra. He
heard a faint sound like a spring uncoiling and felt two slight twinges in his
chest as she enticingly whispered, “That’s it, baby. Hold me tight.” Still
intoxicated by her irresistible sensual power, he ignored the sensation in his
chest and responded by clutching her firmly. Her lips returned to meet his, resuming
the tender exploration of his mouth, as he longingly enfolded her in his arms.
They continued to embrace until, startled by a strange numbness developing in
his chest, he pushed her back and looked down at her chest. Protruding from the
plastic flowers on her bra were two tiny needles.
“What the hell
did you do to me?” he screamed as he felt the small welts below his nipples and
glared at her, her face now highlighted by a sly, knowing grin. Not waiting for
a response and enraged by the obvious deception, he grabbed for his gun with
deadly intention. As he swung the weapon towards her, she skillfully delivered
a powerful blow with her right foot, sending the pistol sailing to the far end
of the room. He made an attempt to retrieve it, but fell to his knees as his
equilibrium deserted him and his legs weakened beneath him. He tried to stand
up but suddenly lacked the strength to do so.
“Sorry baby, you
showed some promise, but left me no choice.” She brought her tied hands lower
and athletically pulled her legs between them. “I was suspicious about all the
questions, so I took the precaution of wearing my specially designed bra.”
Using her bound wrists, she gestured to her breasts. “Though these cute little
flowers are now empty, before they delivered their deadly contents, they
contained a fast-acting neurotoxin. The clasp in the back triggered the
springs, releasing the tiny hypodermic needles that slowly insinuated the
poison into your chest, the pressure of your embrace forcing the drug through
the needle and into your body. The needles are so small that you didn’t even
recognize that you were receiving the fatal dose until it was far too late.”
With her teeth,
she quickly undid the knot in the scarf. “Of course, if you had come here for
pleasure instead of business, I would have mentioned that the hooks are on the
front, not the back.” She unlatched and carefully removed the deadly piece of
lingerie, revealing the exquisitely shaped breasts that he had been envisioning
since having met her.
Unable to
speak, he looked up at her as his demise approached. She approached him
confidently, caressing his cheek with her hand as she smiled down at the
defeated hit man, “The first rule of business is to exploit the weaknesses of
the competition and you had the misfortune of possessing an obvious
vulnerability. As I suspected, you easily succumbed to the same temptation as
all the men I meet. Me”
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