Assassin Affairs (20 page)

Fifteen
minutes later, they were back in Renée's garage, escorting
their guest into the living room. To add to her intimidation, each
displayed a knife, along with a pistol and its silencer, as Ashley
positioned her in the center of the room.

“Who
are you people? What do you want?”

Renée
gave her the traditional slap. “Speak only when spoken to,
bitch! Now let us take a good look at you. What have we got here?”

“Look
at that necklace. Are those real diamonds?” Jessie asked. “Take
it off! How about that wedding ring? That's as fancy as the one Misty
had. Give us that, too!”

The
foursome passed around the items admiringly.

“Here's
the deal, honey,” said Renée, “We're going to hold
you for a large ransom. This jewelry will cover your rent while
you're here, along with our fee for entertaining you.”

“While
you all get acquainted, I'll go get us some cocktails and snacks,”
said Ashley.

Renée
walked around behind her, setting her hidden taser at its lowest
setting. The others positioned themselves comfortably on the couch
and chairs. “I see from your driver's license that your name is
Sherry. I also have your home address and social security number. If
and when we return you home, never reveal our names or descriptions
to anyone, Sherry. We're so elusive the authorities will never find
us, but we'll find you again, and next time you won't be returning
home.”

“Which
one of us is closest to your type, Sherry?” asked Jessie.

“I
don't know what you mean.”

“This
is our girls' night out. We like to get playful with one another.
Lose the dress and choose which one of us you want to play with.”

“Go
to hell.”

Renée
zapped her from behind and she fell to her knees. She then unhooked
the dress and lowered the zipper on its back.

“Sorry,
Sherry, but you made me do that. I did have it on the lowest power
setting. Each time you force me to use it like that, it goes up a
notch. Tomorrow we'll talk business and numbers, tonight we're going
to get better acquainted. You're the entertainment,” she said,
sipping her wine. “Now stand up and let that nice dress slip to
the floor, underwear, too. Show more enthusiasm!”

She
soon stood nude for them as they munched on
their
chips and sipped their cocktails. They chatted with
her
awhile in order to get acquainted, then Renée asked her a
question.

“On
our ladies-night-out we tend to get a little wound up sexually,
Sherry, but we didn't pick-up any guys tonight, only you. We all like
sex. How about you, Sherry?”

She
nodded a yes.

“Good,
good, well here we are with four horny ladies and poor you standing
before us with no clothes on. If you cooperate, we won't hurt you
anymore. Any suggestions?”

“I
suggest she come over here and taste my pussy,” said Laura. She
spread her legs and wiggled her tongue.

“Eww,
that's disgusting. From now on we should call it Ladies-night-out and
Laura, too. Sherry will prefer to taste a more elegant lady such as
myself,” said Ashley.

“Or
maybe the fresh taste of youth,” added Jessie.

They
started arguing amongst themselves as they ate and drank.

“Sherry,
I bet you're not the kind of woman to play favorites. Are you?”
asked Renée.

She
shook her head no.

“Did
you guys see that? She wants a taste of each of us! We're going to
try a new sex-game tonight, Sherry. We'll call it the tasting game.
Think of it as a wine tasting party, only different. Now get back on
your knees, blondie.” She motioned for her to resume the
position.

Ashley
chimed in, “Let's get undressed too, ladies. We don't want our
naked guest feeling self-conscious.” Soon all five were
unclothed.

“Sherry,
we need an unbiased opinion as to which one of us tastes best. We've
all had relationships with one another, so it's hard getting an
objective judgment. If you prove to be a good taster, we'll let you
live. It's a tasting test. Let's call it your 'tasting testing'. Is
this okay with everyone?”

Each
nodded her approval.

“You
seem like a nice lady, Sherry. Are you sure?” asked Renée,
still holding the taser in a threatening manner. Then she repeated,
“Show enthusiasm.”

Her
Swedish accent appeared for the first time as she said, “Yes, I
want to eat some pussy tonight, lots of pussy.”

“Lots
and lots? And we prefer the word taste in this household.”

“Yes,
lot and lots,” she said, resigned to her fate.

“Good
girl, that's the spirit! Maybe later we'll get out our toy-box for
more fun. I love your attitude and I love the way you have your hair,
Sherry, short and blonde, with a cute little curl that turns in.”
Renée sipped her wine with one hand, with the other she toyed
with the curl. “You have nice facial bone structure. You look
like a Tiffany model.”

“Thank
you.”

“Let's
set a time limit so that no one gets bored. I'll set the timer for
fifteen minutes. When it dings, Sherry moves on to the next in line.
Here, hon, have a sip of my wine.”

“Jessie,
get something for Sherry to cleanse her palate with afterward, so
that she can make a fair judgment.”

“Okay,
Sherry, I'll be first. Get into position and keep eye contact with me
while I watch you tasting. Think of it as French kissing my G-spot.
Listen for the bell, then move on to this pretty lady on my left, and
so forth. Let the game begin!”

Each
watched with anticipation, eagerly awaiting her own turn. Just over
an hour later, they all sat back smiling. When the game concluded,
Jessie was the first to speak.

“We
need to rate her on a ten scale, then combine that with her rating of
us. Highest total score wins. I wasn't paying attention for doing a
rating though, so we'll need to start all over. Would that be okay
with everybody?”

Drinks
were refilled and snacks replenished, as each prepared to proceed to
round two. Later, they argued over the totals and agreed on using the
best two out of three. Exhausted, they eventually deferred the final
tabulation, gave Sherry back her dress and parked her in the basement
for the night.

The next
morning, she was brought back upstairs to join the foursome for
breakfast.

“Help
yourself to some cereal, Sherry, and join us at the table. We've been
tabulating last night's scoring, and we're here to say
'congratulations'! You scored tens across the board! Have you picked
the taste contest winner yet?” Renée asked.

“I
was trying to decide during the night. In a way, it's like it is with
coffee for me. I love four different flavors, but I can't determine
which is my favorite, so I keep rotating which one I drink. You are
all winners.”

“You're
quite the diplomat, hon. The four of us figure that you deserve an
award for last night. We've been discussing it and have come to an
agreement as to what it will be. First, we need to discuss your
ransom. Laura thinks we can get five million for you.”

“That's
too much. My husband sees me as just a dumb-blonde, trophy wife,
easily replaceable. How about one million? You've already got my
half-million dollars worth of jewelry.”

“How
about one million and you agree to a redo of last night in one year?”
suggested Laura.

“I
was chatting with my fellow prisoners, and I learned that your credo
here is 'a lady always reciprocates'. You all referred to yourselves
as ladies last night. How about one million dollars and I come back
for that?”

“I
think we'll call hubby from your cell phone and ask for two million.”

“No
one even knows I'm missing yet. My husband is out of town on
business. If you do that, the authorities will get involved and
things would get complicated. How about this, you let me go, I get
the million dollars and bring it back to you?”

“You
really are a dumb blonde, honey. That's not the way things work.”
They all laughed at her.

“I
know you killed the twins' mom. I suspect that's just the tip of the
iceberg for you guys, and I know you would come after me if I
reneged. I already know where you live anyway.”

“How
is that possible? You were down on the floorboard the entire trip
here, and you've been in the basement all night.”

“Does
'1615 Ocean View Lane' ring any bells? Someone left a sex magazine
downstairs, someone named Jessica Jennings. I thought the kid looked
familiar, now I remember why. Jessie was on network news when she got
abducted.”

“Now
I guess we may just have to kill you instead of ransom you. You
should have kept your mouth shut,” said Jessie. “You
truly are dumb.”

Sherry's
response surprised them all. “I want to hire you. I'll consider
the money as an upfront payment.”

“Go
on,” said Ashley, intrigued.

“My
husband gave me seed money a few years ago to start a boutique. I
partnered with another woman and we expanded it into a profitable
chain, doing much better than my husband ever realized.
Unfortunately, my partner Wanda recently cleaned out the corporate
bank account and told me to 'piss-off'. I think it was an
international transfer. Rumor has it she's shopping for a yacht. I've
been postponing legal action, because I don't want my husband to know
the mess I let things get into.”

“That
wasn't very nice of Wanda.”

“We
had mortgaged to the hilt for our planned expansion. If I don't get
the money back soon, I'm sunk. It's almost ten million dollars. I
want to hire you four to recover the funds. The business is titled in
'Joint Tenancy with Rights of Survivorship', so if my partner dies in
the process, and it's clear I had no hand in it, I become sole owner,
plus the business has a two million dollar life insurance policy on
each of us. You can see why I need you.”

“She's
not so dumb after all, kid,” observed Ashley. “Okay,
we'll check out your story. If we go for it, it will be another
million on completion plus the two million from the insurance.”

“Okay
by me. Now tell me about this award of mine,” said Sherry. “I
bet you were each lying in bed last night wondering what an elegant
Swedish lady tastes like. Am I right?”

“We
feel that since you experienced the submissive side of things, your
award should be that you get a taste of the dominant side, too,”
said Ashley.

“I
don't need power in a relationship. I prefer chemistry,” said
Sherry.

“You
can't know for sure until you've tried it, though. Your prize, should
you decide to accept it, is your choice of any one of us for the
night. You will have complete control, no request can be denied. If
it is, let the other three of us know in the morning and we'll punish
her. We love punishing. You'll be what we call the puppet-master and
be provided with a taser locked on its lowest setting. Several of us
are proficient in the martial arts, so you don't want to abuse the
offer, but we've all agreed you can have one or two zaps if desired
for your pleasure. You could choose Renée and get back at her
for when she zapped you, with no fear of retribution. In fact, you
are encouraged to use it at least once, strongly encouraged, but not
required. Since it is locked on low, we'll survive. If you don't make
a choice, we'll draw straws.”

“No
straws needed. It's a generous offer. You're right, I guess, I can't
know unless I try it. I don't want to choose based on taste or
appearance. Let me spend the day with you all, then I'll decide
tonight,” Sherry requested.

The group
spent the day going about their usual routine and investigating
Sherry's story regarding the boutique business. They whispered among
themselves trying to determine who would be chosen. Late that
evening, everyone assembled in the living room. The four hostesses
stood together in a line.

“We've
decided to accept your contract, Sherry,” said Ashley.

“Here's
your special taser, Miss Sherry,” said Jessie, sucking up to
her with a bowing curtsey that Ashley had recently taught her.

“Please
make your selection, Sherry. You will have the master bedroom at your
disposal. In the morning, or whenever you determine you are finished,
we will take you to your car at the mall, then await your return with
the money,” said Ashley.

Sherry
paced back and forth like a Drill Sergeant doing inspection. Each
stood anxiously, wondering what the night might bring. She switched
on the little taser and it went 'bzzzzt'. “Oh cool,” she
said. “Nobody move, I'm about to reveal my decision.” She
walked around behind them. Several clenched their fists nervously as
she teased them with another 'bzzzzt'. Sherry then came around and
stopped in front of Ashley.

“Take
me to bed, bitch!” The request was promptly followed by a hard
slap, just as Renée had done to her the first night.

It was
dinnertime the next night when the pair finally emerged.

“Well?”
one asked. “Do we need to punish her?”

“No,
it's all good. I liked it, I liked it a lot!” beamed Sherry.
“Thanks for pushing me into doing it. I never realized I’m
such a bad girl. Ashley's going to cook me a thank you dinner before
taking me back to my car.”

“Tell
us more!”

“I
used up both of my allowed zaps. I did it to her once, then had her
give me a thank you curtsey and beg me for another zap. What else
could I do but comply? I think I'd like to try it with a man
sometime.”