Page 4 of Praying Mantis

“It beats being in the Midwest right now. I’ll take boring panels over crappy weather any day,” Leslie, one of the Sheriffs from Idaho, comments. We can agree on that. The bouncers take notice that we’re all carrying and so we flash our badges, letting them know we’re all off duty in town for a conference looking for some fun.

The club has two levels, and it seems like the top level is the VIP section. There are booths and couches with tables on that level. We walk up the stairs and the bouncer removes the rope for us to keep going.

“A friend of mine works as a manager and got us the VIP section for the night,” one of the female SWAT members, Diana, whisper yells into my ear. I nod. This is the treatment I’m used to when I go out with my brothers back in Boston. We break up into three groups and Tony is in another group, and I don’t know these people real well so I feel a little out of place. I order a Coke while talking to the SWAT member who got us the hook-up.

“Do you want to dance?” she asks. I nod. I finish my Coke and we head down to the dance floor. There is some techno version of a pop song I’m not familiar with coming out of the speakers. Diana and I dance the next four songs and I notice Tony is waving at us.

“I think we’re leaving.” I lean into her ear, pointing up to the section we left.

“Damn it. I don’t want the night to end,” she whimpers.

“Who says it has to? Why can’t we finish this in your room?” I ask her, and then she kisses me. I run my hands down her back, stopping on her hips, and pulling her closer to me. Diana and I take a cab back to the hotel as we continue making out like teenagers without hands going under the clothes. We stumble into her room as clothes go flying off. I slam her body against the door cupping her breasts. She moans into my mouth. I grab her ass, pick her up, and take her to her king-size bed.

“Condom?” She props up on her elbows. I walk over to my jeans to seize it from my wallet. I place the condom on my cock before walking over to Diana to pound her pussy and get the relief we both need.

Louisa

Sex with Nick is great but is it the best I ever had? Not by a long shot. But this man can eat a pussy like it’s his only job in the world. He has given me three orgasms between his fingers and tongue alone before and after the pounding of his cock in my pussy. He has an appetite for all things juicy. He talked a lot about how much he couldn’t wait to get in the next round. He was full of it since he’s been asleep for about two hours, so I decide to prepare for the next stage in my night.

I hum “Pocketful of Sunshine” by Natasha Bedingfield as I find my purse on the ground near the door. I take out the plastic wrap and lay it across the couch making sure that the entire couch is secure. I smile as I set out my gloves, face mask, goggles, and my biohazard suit and place it on the coffee table. I bite my lower lip and take stock of the room to see where I should put these so he doesn’t see them. I pick them up one by one and lay them on the floor behind the couch. I smooth out a wrinkle on the plastic sheet cover. Glancing back at a sleeping Nick, I prepare two drinks, one whiskey for the sleeping giant and water for me. I open the little vodka bottle and dump it down the drain. Never drink while on the job, I always wait until after to enjoy a job well done. I pick up my purse and pull out the syringe and vial of succinylcholine. I know most doctors use this in surgery to paralyze the body and I shouldn’t even have this stuff in my possession, but I find this works best for me. I need my contracts to be alive but not moving for the next phase.

I stick the needle into the vial and pull out the liquid to fill it completely. I smile as I continue humming. Now to wake Nick. Tossing back the blankets, I see him still hard as a rock. I can understand why he’s cheating on his wife, especially if she doesn’t like sex as much as he does. This man can fuck and fuck for hours. It’s a shame what’s about to happen. I wonder if I could take him home and make him my sex slave? I tap my finger on my front teeth, no I can’t do that, but I really should look into the local sex club back home in Boston to see if I can have a regular itch scratcher. My mouth lowers to lick the pre-cum oozing from the head of the cock. I focus on the painting of a landscape from Van Gogh. It’s one of my favorite reprints of Starry Nights. I swirl my tongue before taking his cock inch by inch covering it completely with my salvia. Nick’s hips jerk up as his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag and swallow hard which makes Nick chuckle. His hands grab my brown hair holding me still as his hips buck up taking control. I suck on him and he releases his cum into my throat as I swallow down every drop.

“Now that is how to wake up.” He winks at me.

“I wanted you awake because I have a new game to play.” My eyes shift to the couch. “Want to have some fun?” I smile sweetly, biting my lower lip. The lust is clear in his blue eyes as they dilate.

“Are you kinkier than what we talked about?”

“Maybe?” I tease. I stand up and walk over to the couch, still naked. “Come sit here. I already poured you a drink of whiskey as well. I remember you’re a whiskey man.” I grab the drink off the coffee table and he stalks toward me. He grabs the back of my neck drawing me to his lips.

“Aren’t you a vision? If I wasn’t a married man, I’d propose to you right now.” He chuckles. I wink at him.

“Please sit down.” I motion toward the couch. He takes the whiskey from me and sits down in the middle of it. “Now you sit there and drink your whiskey. I’m going to give you a neck massage so you can relax before I get to my kinky plans,” I whisper into his ear. He shivers at my hot breath on his ear and neck. As I nibble on his earlobe, I grab the syringe and stab him under his hairline so no one can see the poke. He yells out at the pinch and he struggles slightly before he stops. His eyes are wide open staring at me.

“Nick, the sex is great and if we didn’t meet this way, I’d help you get a divorce from the wet noodle you’re married to, but you pissed someone off.” I stand up and pull out my tools from earlier. I slide on my suit, gloves, mask, and goggles. “This is nothing personal, but it has to happen. You can’t steal from people and these people don’t like it.” I pull out my compact not to check my appearance or anything but to retrieve my most precious gift I ever bought for myself. The weapon of choice; serrated wire saw. After twisting the top and bottom of the compact I unravel the thin wire as I walk behind Nick. “It really is a shame too. You,” I move the wire to Nick’s neck and tug a little, “would’ve made an excellent sex slave back home.” I pull the wire toward me tugging harder, sawing it back and forth as Nick is completely paralyzed and can’t move, but is still alive and so he’s feeling everything. I do this job well because I lack the emotion to get attached to people plus I love feeling the wire cut through the skin, muscles, bones, tendons, and nerves and seeing the blood flowing, squirting, or spraying everywhere, it sends flutters to my core. The squishing sounds tell me I’m through his Adam’s Apple and it’s not long before he’s dead if he’s not already. I pull hard and since the serrated wire saw is sharper than most swords, the head comes off in about two minutes. I place the head next to Nick on the couch.

Staring at his head, his eyes wide, tears stain his cheeks and the fear in his face is an expression I’ll remember. I smile as I clean up and move Nick’s body to the floor once the blood stops pumping out. Gathering up everything and taking everything I touched, I leave his room but not before getting his key from him so I can come back. I take my suitcase from my room and head back down to Nick’s room to clean the body and rid the room of me altogether. Once I’m satisfied there’s no evidence or trace of my presence, I take out the medical packing box that’s lying flat in the suitcase and place the head in it. I get it ready for pickup at the front desk in three hours which I scheduled ahead of time.

Back in my room, I pull out my laptop, and I type up the email.

TO:[email protected]

FROM:[email protected]

Thank you for the opportunity to work with this student. As you can see from the pictures, he excelled and learned from the assignments. Please know that I will send back the workbooks since he no longer needs help in this situation. I’ll be waiting for further instructions on a new student who needs my help.

I smile, sipping my whiskey and Coke at the hotel bar, knowing things are looking up for me. Being a contract killer is not only my life, but it’s what I thrive doing.

Sean

There is a ringing in my ear, and it won’t stop.

“Will you shut your damn phone off?” the voice next to me grumbles.

“Sorry. I couldn’t figure out if I was dreaming or not.” I throw off the covers and find my phone on the floor next to the bed. I see it’s Boston’s FBI Headquarters. I’m off this week. They shouldn’t be calling me. “Agent Fortin.”

“Sean. There’s another headless body like before.”

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