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Otter · Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 7:56 pm Post subject: My First Night Out Part 3

Larry, Curly, and Moe all raised their hands. I moved away from Dave and said, “Get undressed.” Dave unbuckled his belt and lowered his trousers and underwear and sat on the bed.
I swung my jacket away from the Glock and started double tapping from left to right. Double tap to the heart on all three of the stooges, then I turned toward Dave. He was staring at me in shock. I single tapped each of the three stooges in the head, then went to Dave. I dropped the empty magazine and slammed in the full one. I had fired nine rounds from a ten round magazine, now there were eleven rounds in the pistol.
“What are you going to do?” He asked.
“I just double tapped each of your co-workers in the heart, then single tapped them in the head, what the fuck do you think I’m going to do?”
“You’re going to kill me?” Dave asked.
“Yes, I’m going to kill you!” I told him.
“Why?”
“You don’t remember last week? Halloween? You brought me up here and made me suck all of you off? Then you took turns fucking me in the ass?”
“You’re the faggot I picked up?” Dave asked.
I cracked him across the bridge of his nose with the Glock. “I’m not a ‘faggot,’ I was at a Halloween party dressed as a woman, you drugged me and tied my hands behind my back and shoved your cock in my mouth, and shoved it up my ass. I don’t seem to recall having a choice in the matter!”
“I’m sorry!” Dave said.
“I’ll bet you are! Get on your knees! Face the headboard!” Dave did as he was told, he knew he was going to die and I didn’t want to take any chances. I couldn’t give him an opportunity to make a grab for me, or the gun. “Put your hands behind your back!” I put a heavy-duty tie wrap around his wrists, then pushed him down on his stomach. I took some nylon cord and bound his wrists together. “On your knees!”
Dave got his knees under him, kneeling, facing away from me, with his face on the pillow. I pulled the pipe bomb out of my purse and started to shove it up his ass, dry. He cried like a pig and I picked up his underwear and stuffed them into his mouth. I didn’t bring anything to lube the pipe bomb, KY lubricant, Quaker State, anything would work. I gave it a twist and shoved it into him, making sure it was all the way in and his asshole closed around the fuse.
I policed my brass, counting every piece, checked the hallway, I tossed an earring on the floor, and tossed the back of it near the door. The kind of earring for pierced ears, not clamp-ons like I was wearing. Then I planted some long blond hairs. I removed the suppressor from my Glock and put it in the baggie with my fingernails and spent casings. I double-checked everything. Then I pulled his underwear out of his mouth.
“When that fuse burns down to your asshole it’s going to hurt.” I told him.
“For how long?” Dave asked.
“For the rest of your life! Moron!”
“One thing, before you light the fuse?” Dave asked.
“What?”
“Kiss me, Please?”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” I asked.
“Please?” He whimpered. “You’re so hot! Please?”
I couldn’t believe this, I was about to blow his ass off, literately, and he wanted me to kiss him. I could understand him kissing me when he thought I was a woman. Now his last wish is to have the guy who’s going to explode a pipe bomb in his ass kiss him.
I twisted him around and turned his head toward me. I laid on the bed next to him and let him rub his dick against my leg, I kissed him, like I really meant it, passionately. Then I stuffed his underwear back in his mouth. I lashed his ankles together and ran the cord around the lashing at his wrists, then pulled his ankles up and bound them to his wrists like they had done to me. I checked the hall again, then wrapped the fuse around his cock and balls and lit the fuse. I kissed his cheek and walked out leaving the “Do not disturb” sign on the outside door handle.
When I got home I went into the garage and stripped the Glock, I lit the acetylene torch and burned the barrel into six pieces, cooled them in the sink and dropped them into the baggie with the fingernails and spent casings. I went in the house and stripped out of my suit and showered in my pantyhose. Stripping them off in the shower.
As I dried off from my shower the telephone rang, I looked at it and saw it was my boss calling. I picked it up and said, “Hello.”
“Your lucky night, Kid!” My boss told me.
“Sir?”
“Get down to the Crown Plaza Hotel, find a Metro PD detective by the name of Gloria Johnson, she needs our help on a quadruple homicide.”
“Yes sir! I’ll be there in forty-five minutes.” I hung up the phone. I put on jeans and a dress shirt, slipped into my deck shoes and headed into the city.
When I arrived at the hotel I found police everywhere. I went to the room that I was told was the crime scene. Gloria was a very cute blond woman, standing by the door to the room.
“Gloria Johnson? Metro P.D?” I asked.
“That’s me.” She said, offering a firm handshake.
I showed her my ID, “Special Agent Bill Smith, ATF. We’re partners on this one.”

samanthatv76 · New Member Joined: Jun 13, 2007 Posts: 3

Very cool story. Thanks for taking the time to post it!

Guest · Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 4:02 am Post subject:

Thanks for taking the time to read it and post a reply, I hope you liked it as much a I like posting it.