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“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈‘𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞...“-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝
My eyes stuck to his silhouette, he had tousled dark brown hair that was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a deep blue but seemed bloodshot maybe from the alcohol. He had dark eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. And that ‘He’ was my target for tonight. He was wanted dead due to his leads in the child prostitution chain, the person who contacted me kept the contract simple, giving me only his necessary information and reason for the wanted assassination, no personal information was given on both ends because I rather keep myself anonymous and most of the time the person who wanted the job done would pray for the same type of secrecy.
He wasn’t an easy man to end due to his heavy security so I was given the job to use my talent of seduction and persuasive tool. I was going to keep it simple though, slit his throat and leave the club. My reason being, he had a lot of sluts around him 24/7, and if I take him for too long one of those dumb bitches will get curious and start looking for him. My plan was to lure him into one of the clubs private room and carry out my job there, no long task, one quick swing and leave.
Getting his attention away from all those sluts wasn’t hard, his eyes were already on me, pleading for a quick fuck. My short gold spaghetti strap dress left little to imagine as the low V cut showed of my perky breast, my well-toned legs were also on perfect display adorned by a six-inch stripper heel. My make up kept natural and a simple 18 kart gold necklace. All this was in my plan of seduction, looking sexy as fuck and have their eyes pinned on me. The stares I got was normal to me at this point, but if they dare touch me then that would be a whole different conversation.
Finally getting up from the barstool I kept my chest and head up, giving a full view of my body structure as I walked towards him. The dirty bastard licked his lips removing his hands from the girl he had next to him. As if he commanded them to leave they all scurred of leaving to myself. Perfect. Walking into the section I sat right next to him folding my legs over each other, my head turned towards him, and my hands on his lap.
“Well, hello there Beautiful,” He said as he ran his hand up and down my legs.
“Hey, handsome. Wanna go somewhere private” He was already drunk and blown away by my beauty so why not make it fast.
Silently he got up and grabbed my hand, walking out of the VIP section I saw him nod at his security. They didn’t follow him which was a plus on my side. As he leads me into one of the bedrooms he instantly attacked my mouth, I allowed his tongue to explore my mouth as if I was giving him the dominance and access card to my body. Keeping his hands above my hip not allowing him to get feel the knife holster I strapped on to my upper thigh.
“Let me take care of you, daddy,” I said with a slight school girl giggle. Sitting him down on the chair at the corner of the room, I started with his suit jacket. Pushing it off his shoulders, watching the Desert Eagle positioned at his waist, carefully taking it out and placing it on the side table, a bit out of his reach. My lips on his distracting him with lust. Not leaving his lips I expertly unbuttoned his white shirt, throwing it on the ground. Pulling away from the kiss, I watched him then eyes his pants zipper. Without any words, I slowly unzipped his pants, pulling down his briefs and took his cock in my hand and slowly stroking it, earning a groan from him.
‘That’s a small dick dude.’ I though in my head laughing internally.
My hands still on his cock I slowly walked around the chair, my head on his shoulders as his eyes closed from the sensation my hands were giving him. I gradually stopped.
“Close your eyes daddy” I whispered, being the dumb fuck he was, he squeezed his eyes close. Making noise with my zipper, giving him the illusion that I was getting naked, I reached in the holster and took out my KA-BAR 1220 U.S Army knife. Paying careful attention to his movement, to ensure he wasn’t going to make any sudden turnaround. His muscles were relaxed and he showed no signs of being aware of his surroundings.
Removing my hands from his dick I ran it through his hair, gaining a groan from him, carrying my hands lower down his upper body. As I caressed his neck I quickly pulled his head back bringing the knife forward slicing his delicate skin. Slashing his throat blood shot out, in a state of panic he fell on the floor grabbed his neck not even attempting to get his gun, but trying to ease the blood flow. Walking over to him, I squatted next to his pathetic figure.
“Now you can’t lay a hand on those poor children” Saying my final words I took the knife and embedding it in the centre of his forehead, his movement stopped instantly.
I stood up walking into the bathroom and cleaned any spots of blood. Fixing my attire I excited and watch his body on the ground one more time before I headed to the door, grabbing his gun, holding it to my side in case of any guards. Opening the door slightly and peeping through, the dark hallway was clear of people. Walking down the hallway to the back exit, I swung open the door and walked down the dark alleyway to my Gwagon.
Speeding out the alley I see a bunch of men in suits run out in a panic state. Watching them through the heavily tinted ballistic glass windows, I smirked and sped off.
And that was a day in my life, the life of Anastasia Bloom.
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