This is a story of murder and not much sex so keep that on mind. Please enjoy-Reed
There is a strong storm going on outside. The wind blowing weak limbs off of trees and sending them crashing to the ground with a loud thud. Only being blocked out by the louder sound of thunder that seems to shake the very foundation of the house. Lighting illuminating the sky for brief seconds showing the heavy rain drops flying threw the air in akward slants.
A typical storm the tv was on the only light in the house. The Reginald family was huddled up in the living room watching the weather updates. No tornado warnings thankfully but threats of server thunderstorms continuing until 1:00 p.m. the next day. The kids were cuddled up on the floor half asleep to young to even realize the real threat the rain poses to them.
The Reginald family is your typical suburban family. A husband Ernie who works in the city at a paper selling office. A mother who stays at home but used to be a teacher before she had kids. Two twin boys Gerald Geoff both now 4 years old, and Barkley the three year old black lab dog who stayed guarding the front door.
The nights storm was a perfect cover for my entrance. I stayed looking at my files inside of the car parked a few houses down. I've been doing these types of jobs since I was first let out of the Facility. The father took out the hit apparently he has a second woman who is tired of being a side piece and wants to start a family.
So instead of being a man and divorcing his wife and abandoning his children, or calling it quits with his mistress and accept the consequences he hired me. I'm a repair man I fix peoples problems any type of problems. I take a drag of my menthol cigarette the same type the fathers smokes and snuff it out in my cars ashtray. Flipping threw the security system schematics I find the flaw quickly and mark it down in my mental cabinet.
It's a training tool you learn during your time in the Facility. It's a way to imprint any detail in your mind for later use. I reach back grab a piece of flank steak that's been marinating in a cocktail of sedatives for half the day. I start the car and move a bit closer with my headlights off creeping closer to the targeted house.
Once there I peek in threw a window and notice the family is all in one room that should make things simpler. I place the tainted meat next to the door and unwrap it from its butchers parchment. The strong winds blow the scent of meat threw the doggy door. Barkley starts to scratch at the doggy door and his dog collar unlocks the door and he sticks only his head out and pulls the meat into the door.
Soon he is munching on the steak and starts to pant happily at his good luck finding such a treat. He circles around the front door and plots himself down and begins to drift to sleep. The father noticed Barkley falling asleep near the door and went to check on him when the power went out. The wife gasped and felt around for her children small heads to make sure they're safe.
"It's probably a black out because of the storm. I'll go check the power box." The father said while grabbing his cell phone and starting up his LED light widget. Using the flash light to find his way to the garage he looked at the power box then felt a slight prick on his side.
It was me using a syringe filled with another cocktail of sedatives to knock him out. To hide the small nick from the syringe I then cut at his side leaving him to slowly bleed out. I then sent a automatic call to the police station with a recorded distressed Ernie pleading for his family lives from Ernie's cellphone. "Please send help there's some men here they have guns…Oh God they found my wife and kids…." The call was cut short then hung up leaving the 911 operator tracing the call from Ernie's cellphone to the house.
I dropped the cell phone on the concrete garage floor with the operator trying to get Ernie back on the phone reassuring him help is on the way. I only had three minutes to find the wife and.children. That didn't take long she yelled out for her husband. "Ernie hunny did you find the box yet?"
I walked down the hall from the garage threw the kitchen. I placed the knife on the kitchen island and pulled out my gun. Stepping slowly I got to the family huddled in the dark living room waiting for the lights to come back on. With a flash of lightning I saw the mothers horrified face as she saw I wasn't her husband and I had a gun.
She screamed but was cut off after I blew three shots into her. Two in the chest and one in the throat. She fell back the kids both got up and cried. I hated to do it but the contract said no witnesses.
After the family layed slayen on the living room I took the extra time to take what a normal person would take. A lock box on the living room filled with my other half of my payment. I went up to the master bedroom and took a jewelry box and some loose bills of money on the counter filled with make up. I made my way to the back door and opened it and locked the door behind me.
I then walked backwards making sure to follow the same path I ran at it with a powerful kick to seem like there's where my entrance was made. The thunder muffled the sound of the door crumbling under my leg. I then used my mental cabinet to run backwards in the same path until I was by the fence. I rolled over it and walked to my car.
One last mental check I hijacked the fathers car using a copy of his key. I parked it in front of his house and drugged the dog. I then gave him a solid alibi then made it look like a house invasion. Killed all the targets and left no tell tell sign that I was even there.
I got in my car a few blocks down and noticed the cop lights and sirens making there way to the house. It shouldn't be long until they find the father bleeding out a empty clip on the floor next to his family dead bodies. I hated killing kids but then again it's really just the dad's fault for not being man enough go accept his consequences to his actions. I place all the stolen items in my car and start it up making my way to the city.
I got home to my shity hotel room I frequented after a job well done. I sat on my hole riddled bed and saw a huge roache make its pregnant self squeeze into the wall. I went to the mini fridge and got out my bottle of whiskey. I grabbed the iced covered glass and grabbed a bucket and made my way back to the ice machine down the hall.
Once there I grabbed a bucket full of ice and saw some skank get slapped in the face by her John. He started to beat on her and pushed her into the room. He gave me a look and scowled at me saying, "The fuck you looking at?" I turned around grabbed my ice bucket and went back to my room.
It's not my problem besides it's the life she choose to have and live. She's the lucky one I didn't get a choice at all in my life. I was orphaned living in a crap orphanage since I could remember then I was picked by a few suits. They took me to the Facility where I endured years of training and conditioning to become a efficient killer.
I still have nightmares about the things I had to do to make it out of the Facility. Once I got back to my room I poured myself a drink with two ice cubes in my glass of whiskey and made my way to the bathtub. I started a cold bath then added the ice cubes and began to strip myself. I stripped naked catching a glimpse of my nude and scared body, scars of past battles and jobs that didn't go according to plan.
I sat up on the tub having the cold ice water washing over my skin as I drank my whiskey. I always get a rush of sexual anticipation after a job is done, maybe I'll pay that hooker to take care of me after she done being poked at by that fucker who was slapping her around. I saw my erection bob above my the water the purple head throbbing at anticipation of pounding it into the thin body of the whore down a few doors. I lower myself in the water letting the cold ice water engulf my body.
I closed my eyes and set the glass of whiskey on the rim of the tub. The images of the crying children the horrified mother wash away from my mind. Then my cellphone rang it's special ring tone. Beethoven number five signaling I should check my account.
I got up from the tub dripping wet and made my way to my laptop. I quickly logged on to YouTube and got on a channel that was peculiar. It only had red and blue shapes flashing in seemingly random order. Random to a person who doesn't have the key to decode.
I looked at the screen and waited until my particular order showed up. I quickly saw the shapes and order that they flashed then locking them into my mental cabinet I looked at the decoder. I saw it was a phone number and quickly dialed it. Placing the phone by my ear I heard it ring once then a automated voice spoke.
"You have done well. Now stand by your safe house will have a package delivered with a new order. Half the payment along with the order will be provided. Follow the orders completely and do not fail or you will be terminated." The voice said then hung up the call ended.
I went back to my tub and sank into it closing my eyes. I slept in the tub for a few minutes but was disturbed when a cry woke me up. "You fucker! I'll get my money." The young hooker said at the older much bigger John.
"Yeah right bitch. What you going to do? Suck me to death?" The man said while laughing at the young hooker then spat at her face leaving a loogie dripping from her nose to her lips.
"You bastard." The young hooker said as she wiped her face clean and fought back tears. I came out in my towel loosely wrapped around my hips covering my penis as I made my way to them. The older man raised his hand ready to strike at the hooker, but I grabbed him by the wrist stopping him. "Enough pay the woman." I said in my cold deep voice.
I can't stand fucking a bruised woman. "Let me go." He said as I squeezed his wrist harder. "Pay her now." I demanded feeling his wrist start to crumble under the pressure.
"Here bitch." He threw his wallet at her face. The hooker caught it before it fell to the ground. She took all the bills out and crumbled them under her greedy fist and handed the empty wallet to the John. "Get out of here don't bother her again you understand?" I said rather then ask the John.
The man grabbed his wrist and made his way out the cheap hotel. "Thanks man he was being a real jerk." The hooker said and I noticed the beauty she held.
She was thin extremely thin borderline anorexic looking. Bleach blond hair and sharp green eyes with bright orange lipstick and blue nail polish. Her tight black leather skirt only came to above her knees and her half top barely covered her small pear shaped breast she only stood at five foot four inches.
"How much?" I asked her while I looked at her up and down. She giggled and said "I got three times what I charge. Serves him right trying to cheat me out."
I looked at her more sternly and shaked my head. "No how much?" She finally noticed how much taller I was then her and her eyes got wide once she realized what I ment. She gulped a dry lump down her throat and took notice of my bulky muscles making me look like a giant compared to her young small frame.
"Eight…eighty five for a quickie. Ninety for a blow and quickie." She stuttered out backing up from me. I didn't feel like haggling her price down even though I'm sure I can get to rape her with a fast grab at her throat and throwing her onto my bed.
"Alright come on then." I said leading her to my room by her hand. She looked nervous as I told her to strip. "What are we doing?" She asked with a nervous voice as she unzipped her leather skirt and took her half top off.
Her tits were still youthful a bit bruised but still had a bit of bounce to them and didn't sag at all. I went to my jeans and grabbed a large wad of cash. Peeling a hundred dollar bill from the wad of cash and putting it in between my fingers. She got on her knees ready to suck my dick as I took the towel off revealing my eight inch thick dick.
She gasped but went down trying to suck the head in her mouth. I can't believe she trying to push it all in. You have to admire her work ethic as she manages to get all but a third in her mouth. To her credit that's the most anyone has gotten.
I grabbed her bleach blond hair and with handfulls of her hair I move my hips fucking her mouth. She doesn't gag too much and looks up at me with her wide watery eyes. I look back down and try to shove the rest into her mouth. This causes her to gag as my dick goes down her small throat.
I keep this up and she eventually adjusted to my girth. She managed to move her her tounge from under my shaft to the side then the tip. On every outward thrust she poke the slit of my penis with her tounge. She is very skilled at the art of dick sucking.
I pushed her off my dick and pointed to the bed. She knew what I wanted and got on the bed. I got on top of her and aimed my dick into her vaginal hole. With a powerful upward thrust I shoved my whole dick into her pussy that caused her to yell with a mix of pain and pleasure.
She squinted her eyes close and began to gasp every time I bottomed out in her pussy. "So…big." She managed to moan out in between gasps. I didn't know whether to be proud or if it's just a trick of her trade. So I just pounded into her with more gusto.
It didn't take long for her to cum all over my dick leaving a visable soaking mess on my sheets. I picked her up causing her to gasp with surprise as I folded her in my arms and began to fuck her while standing over the bed. Her orgasmic waves of pleasure was clearly evident as I felt her cum repeatedly on my dick and claw at the back of my shoulders. I felt my nuts get heavy making my thrusting get harder and faster.
I felt her pussy clamp at my penis and start to milk it as soon my penis began to spray my nut into her. After I nutted into her I let her drop and bounce on the bed and left the bill to float down on top of her. She didn't notice the bill at first still recovering from her orgasm. I grabbed my towel and wiped my dick clean then threw it on top of her.
I finished my glass of whiskey and poured another. "Mind if I…" she said looking at the glass. I wasn't sure if she was old enough to drink or old enough to fuck I wasn't one to even care. I shoved the drink in her face and saw her swallow it in one gulp.
She made a twisted face as she finished the drink and passed back the glass. "Thanks for everything." She said starting to gather her clothes and began to dress. I grabbed my boxers and a clean pair of jeans.
Adding the wad of cash into my new jeans and grabbed my twin gun holsters and clipped them on. Getting my twin glocks and holstering them and grabbed a plaid shirt. She left the room while I was dressing I caught a glimpse of her bleach hair heading down the stairs to the front of the motel. I looked at my phone and saw the time, I still had time to get to my safe house.
Locking the door I made my way to the car the rain slowed down to a small shower. As I started the car I heard a click behind me and felt the cold steel of a gun barrel to my skull. "Give me your money." A person said obviously trying to hide there voice.
"No." I said cold as a wet stone. "What? No? I'll kill you give me your money." The person said her feminine voice peeking out ever so slightly.
I swiveled my head to the right reaching for the gun. In a quick motion I disarmed her by letting the clip fall out then the bullet in the barrel fly out. The gun quickly fell apart. I didn't bother turning around and said, "Get out now or die."
I heard the door slam shut and saw bleach blond hair run from the car. "Stupid bitch." I grumbled under my breath and put the car into drive and drove off to my safe house. Once there I looked at the empty warehouse and walked in. A bed mattress and lamp was the only furniture in the whole place.
I went in and noticed a person on my bed. I pulled my guns out and walked softly to the figure. "You smell like sex." The figure said.
I was stunned I saw Catalyst on my bed. She was my first partner both sexually and fresh out the Facility. "No I don't." I said lowering my guns. "Sure you do I can smell her lust and shame off you clear as the fresh rain water." Catalyst said. "Chaos we have a job."
"We do? I thought you been transferred to the European center." I said while looking at her pale skin. She wasn't very tall but her looks more then made up for it. Her eyes almond shaped dark brown eyes and youthful feline smile haven't changed.
What has is her body is more tone and her hair isn't long and straight anymore now it was shorter only to her shoulders and slightly curly. I couldn't believe she was here I was always in love with her but she wasn't the type to stay tethered to one person. "I am your coming with me to go there and handel some loose ends." Catalyst said while standing up from the mattress.
"I don't do Europe." I said ready to turn away when I felt her small hands hold me back. Rubbing slow small circles on my hard chest. "Stop." I said half heartedly wanting her to stop.
"You won't help me?" She said slightly purring her words. "They knew you wouldn't help me if I didn't convince you to." I almost turned my face away from her when she tried to pull my face around towards her.
"I'm a wanted man in Europe. Maybe you heard of Interpol? They still have a warrant for my capture since the mess in Prague." I said looking towards the door.
"Yeah I fixed all that." Catalyst said as she let go of my chest. "Can't you help a old friend out?" I looked at her trying to read her face. "How did you fix it?" I asked watching for her tell.
"Well I'm married to a Interpol detective and I wiped all your records clean. So now you can help me." She said clearly not lying. I saw she didn't wrinkle her nose that's her tell she's lying.
"Your married?" I said stunned. "When did this happen?" She laughed and said "About two years ago. He tried to save me from a mugging but saw I could handle my own. After two months we were married."
"I see well congratulations." I said trying not to show how hurt I was. "I see well then why not." After a akward drive to a private hanger at the airport we boarded a jet heading to Paris, France.
"What's the job?" I asked once we sat down in the jet. "Its finding a traitor to the Facility. A agent gone rouge and he is such a threat we have multiple teams searching for him." She said while pouring herself some brandy.
"Well if there is multiple teams looking for him why do you need me?" I asked leaning my seat back. "Oh he is your old partner Genesis." She said cooley taking a sip of her brandy. "Fuck that bastard? Yeah ok I can see why you need my help."
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