Assassin Affairs (19 page)

“Ash,
have you got a minute? Please come to my room and close the door.”

“Is
this a sexual request, Renée?”

“Perhaps
you should curtsey when speaking to me in such a way.”

She
realized Danny had told her about the household routine. “I'm
sorry, ma'am.” She curtsied and asked “How may I serve
you?”

“I
was just kidding, Ash,” she said with a chuckle. “This is
a brain-storming session. You can consider yourself one of us from
now on, no curtsies, no more having to do whatever anyone requests.
Anything of a sexual nature is now strictly up to you. I want to know
where you see things going with us.”

“Us?
The group? You and me?”

“Yes,
all of the above. You've earned my respect. That's a rarity. I'm here
to listen to you. The way you pushed Johnny off the hi-rise balcony
for us, the way you cooperated by being Mrs. Danver's submissive maid
for a year, combined with the way you pursued and found us has been
impressive. Come over here and talk to me.”

Ashley
approached the bed and sat at her feet.

“No
more of this submissive bullshit, hon. I know it's just a facade with
you. You're scary good at it, too. You're going to either become a
formidable foe or my greatest ally. Come up here, sit on the bed next
to me and share your thoughts, the ones of a non-sexual nature.”

“Renée,
you're one of the few people in the world with connections to crime
family bosses in all five New York boroughs. Had you and Danny
stayed, you'd be major players now. I wonder why you left. It seems
it had something to do with the gun-cartel thing, but Danny gave me
the impression that's a sensitive, off-limits topic.”

“It
is, but given how taken I've become with you this past year, I'll
talk about it this one time. That group tortured my lover to death. I
sought out and killed all but Manuela, meeting Danny along the way.
She and a nemesis of mine teamed up against me, hiring Laura to
deliver me for another torture-death. I persuaded her to change
sides. She, Danny and I turned the tables on those two at the last
second, and they got what they deserved. I used their own tools, a
chainsaw, an ax, a small blow torch, a small cattle prod and an
assortment of medical cutting tools. The others left me alone with
them at the end. The cattle prod made love to them both, it was a
hoot, both were alive when I started dismembering them. In the end,
they could only be identified by dental records. It was so gruesome,
I'm embarrassed to admit to you, I got traumatized by it and took a
sabbatical. That's what happens to people who fuck with me, Ashley.
It's important for you to remember that as we go forward in our
relationship. Any other questions, love?”

“You
guys have a great reputation. Why not capitalize more on it? You
could franchise your operation. You could easily get back into New
York, and then maybe expand into Miami where all the money, drug
trafficking and Latin crime is. Have you ever considered it?”

“You're
a thinker. I like that. Who would I trust to run New York? I don't
want to go back there. I like the warmth here. That deck on the top
level is great for nude sun bathing.”

“I
don't know. We're brain-storming, and I'm just thinking out loud,”
said Ashley.

“I
suppose I could speak with Mr. Cicero after you spend some time here
with us, and have him take you under his wing, while you get familiar
with the New York area. It would allow you the opportunity to utilize
that training Danny's been giving you all year. We could work out an
arrangement like the commercial franchises have. You could pay me a
twenty percent commission of everything Mr. Cicero pays you. Later,
we have you do the hiring of any needed assistants. We could work out
similar things with them so that we both share in the rewards. Is
that what you're thinking, Ash?”

“Yes,
pretty much. I can see how you graduated Summa Cum Laude.”

“Damn,
Ashley! Is there anything about me you don't know?!”

“I'm
sure. I don't know what I don't know.”

“I've
been nosing around for a year and found nothing on you. How have you
stayed off everyone's radar? Have you no friends, no enemies, no
arrests, no social contacts, or are you just that good?”

“I'm
good,” Ashley said with a wink. “So you're saying I'm
free to have my own life, Renée?”

“No,
I still own you. That part is a lifetime thing, dear. What I'm saying
is that you're free to come and go as you please. You answer to no
one but me. I want to always know where you are and to always be able
to contact you immediately when desired. In the future, anything
sexual between us will only be when it's mutually desired, you have
no obligations there. I am rethinking this curtsey thing though.”

“What
do you mean?”

“I
can see the allure of it now that you've done it for me. If we grow a
successful franchise, do you think I could get a hundred assassins to
curtsey for me?”

They both
laughed at such a prospect.

“Let's
do this, from now on whenever we're alone behind closed doors like
this, and never for the outside world to see, you do the bowing
curtsey for me, even after you've become a feared, notorious New York
assassin. Agreed?” said Renée.

“As
you wish, ma'am,” she responded, curtseying. “Are we
finished with the conversation portion of this meeting?”

“We
are.”

“I
like what you've accomplished with Joanna, Renée.”

“If
you'd like, I could have her invite you over and seduce you.”

“Thanks,
maybe later. Your Manuela story, along with its implied threat, has
me all riled up. Right now I'm only interested in dominating one
person. When was the last time you were the submissive?”

With her
Brooklyn accent, she gave her the New Yorker brush-off. “Forget
about it.”

“You
impress me as a woman who'll try anything once.” Ashley began
stripping as she continued. “You do recall I'm an adrenaline
junkie and love living life on the edge. Risking death is my high.”

“I'm
so not into that submissive stuff, Ash.”

She
approached the bed, stunned Renée with a hard bitch-slapping,
clenched a fistful of her hair, and used her prior martial arts
pressure points training to painfully immobilize her. She pulled her
face so close that Renée's breathing moved her pubic hair.

“Let's
go up on that sundeck. I've never sunbathed nude before and it sounds
like fun. Bring along some suntanning oils. You're going to express
your warm hospitable welcome by providing me with multiple orgasms
before sunset.” She applied a little more pressure. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Beg,
bitch!”

Renée
begged.

As sundown
approached and Renée was still busy accommodating Ashley, they
could hear Laura and Jessie coming up to watch the sunset for the
cocktail hour.

“Stopping
is not an option for you, Renée.”

“Oh
my,” one said. “Please pardon the interruption.”

“Please
excuse our friend for not greeting you properly,” said Ashley.
“She insisted on showing me a warm welcome. Sit down and watch
the sunset or watch us. We're almost finished here. We're going for
five....ohhh...ohhh...orgasms in a row.”

“Can
I be next?” asked Laura.

“No
dear, it's a special night for both of us, but please....ohhh...both
cheer her on.”

They did
and the entertainment soon reached its climactic conclusion.

“Jessie,
would you be a dear and fetch us a couple of those cocktails? Oh, and
bring Renée a face towel and some mouthwash, too, please.”

The four
housemates then sat together and enjoyed watching a stunning array of
colors as the sun slipped down into the Pacific Ocean's horizon.

“Are
we good, Renée?” asked Ashley.

“We're
good.”

A few days
later, Jessie took Mikey from the basement and was using him on the
top level deck. She had him address her as 'Your Highness'. Jessie
had read in one of her sex magazines that semen was good for the skin
and as a hair conditioner. Once he had satisfied her orally, she was
experimenting with that when she noticed Laura drive up with a
handsome young man in her car. Curious to find out more, she was in
the process of putting Mikey away when she ran into Laura returning
his twin sister Michelle to the basement, too. Each lived under the
constant threat of getting the other zapped by the taser if they
didn't obey quickly and enthusiastically enough.

“Who's
the young dude you brought home, Laura?”

“That's
my son Ricky. He prefers to go by Richard now, but he'll always be
Ricky to me. He's about your age, kid.”

“I
wish everybody would stop calling me that. I'm almost twenty.”

“Ricky
has been overseas and when he heard that my husband and I had
separated, he came home to fix things. He's going to be staying here
with me a few days.”

“What's
he doing overseas? The military? Where?”

“He
wanted to join the Peace Corps, but ended up doing missionary work in
Southeast Asia. He says he's spreading God's word, while he delivers
medicines to remote areas in the jungle. Ricky even took a vow of
celibacy. Can you believe that?! Sure doesn't sound like any kid of
mine, but I figured I’d better stash Michelle away while he's
here.”

Laura's
lesbian appetite bordered on insatiable, and poor Michelle was in a
constant state of exhaustion.

Later that
evening, Jessie met the new guest up on the sunset-watching deck.

“Hello,
you must be Richard.”

“Yes,
are you a friend of my mom's?”

“Yes,
my name's Jessie.”

“Are
you a business consultant, too?”

“We've
worked on some projects together. She proved a real life saver one
time.”

“I do
God's work in Southeast Asia. It's very fulfilling.”

“I
really enjoy my work, too, but I'm afraid you'd call me a sinner.”

“You
need to find God, young lady.”

“Who
says I haven't?”

“It
would give your spirit inner peace. Purge the sin from your soul,
help the less fortunate.”

Jessie was
becoming annoyed and wanted to try the shock factor with him. “I
help others by fucking them. That's a form of God's work.”

“Celibacy
is the path to righteousness.”

“The
human body is God's work, Richard. It goes against his ways to
neglect it. The temple needs to be appreciated. He endowed us with
certain passions and desires to continue that creation. We could help
each other. The human body is God's work of art. While you teach me
about God, I could teach you how to appreciate his art through sex.”

“You
need to read the Bible.”

“Who
says Christianity is the path? Maybe it's the Muslims who have it
right, or any other religion. It's arrogant to think God talks to you
more than to any other. I say we're all his creations equally. I find
my spirituality in my own way. That doesn't make it any better or
worse than your way.”

“Two
of our missionaries were kidnapped by terrorists a few months ago. It
was a middle-aged couple. The man died after a few days, but the
woman was with them six weeks before the church could raise the
ransom.”

“Oh
my gosh. I didn't realize you faced threats like that. What happened
to her?”

“I
don't know. She went right back to the states, but I'm sure it was a
bad time for her. The village people love us. Whenever we bring the
medicines and other supplies, they are very accommodating. One old
army buddy of mine rents a flat there and has a live-in maid. It
costs him about the equivalent of a carton of cigarettes every
month.”

“So
this place has guns, ransoms, rapes, easy access to servants and
accommodating people where you work?” Jessie asked, getting
more interested.

The banter
continued at length as the sun set and darkness engulfed them. Two
people who could not have been more opposite, began to feel a
chemistry. After midnight, his mother came looking for him. Laura
peeked out the door and was amazed the two were so wrapped up in
conversation, so she quietly turned around and left. The next day, he
and his mom left to spend a few days with his dad to try resolving
family issues. When he returned to his missionary work at the end of
the week, he and Jessie agreed to correspond.

That night
at dinner, Jessie made a suggestion to the group as the twins served
the meal.

“Richard
gave me an idea while he was here. Since our business has been slow,
why don't we take some initiative and make our own work? We could
kidnap someone for ransom.”

“Who
and how, kid?”

“How
about one of those big fat banker's trophy wives?”

“Those
homes are all in gated communities, many with tight security,”
said Laura.

“We
could stake out one of those high-end malls. You know, the ones with
the ten thousand dollar handbags. If the wife spends that for a
purse, the hubby will have enough for a ransom.”

“Those
bags are more like eighteen thousand lately. Okay, I'm up for it,”
said Renée. “Let's leave Danny out of it and make it a
girls' night out. We can go to the Coach store. Let's wear hoodies so
that security cameras can't pick us up clearly, and appear like we're
not together. If you three can agree on someone, follow her out to
the parking lot and I'll be waiting in the SUV. Keep me posted via
the cell phone which parking aisle you're by. If we get a chance to
jump her when no one else is around, I'll drive up without my
headlights on, and we'll grab her. Sound good?”

The four of
them agreed enthusiastically and began perusing the store shortly
after nightfall. It was near closing time when they agreed on their
person-of-interest. Renée was alerted, the parking lot
relatively empty. To better blend in, each carried a shopping bag,
and each flanked her from separate parking aisles. When it was clear
no one else was nearby, Renée sped up in the SUV, lights out,
the group converged on their victim, easily snatched her and threw
her onto the vehicle's floorboard, their weight holding her down. No
one spoke as they sped off.