Assassin Affairs (45 page)

“Shall
I undress you now?” asked Kacey.

“Oh
God, Kacey, you're so freaking beautiful!” She began caressing
her young, soft flesh, and then placed a blindfold on her. “Now
you can undress me.”

Kacey
proceeded to fumble about, slowly disrobing the woman before her. The
naked Renée pushed the blindfolded girl back onto the bed,
slid off the pink underwear, began sucking on her toes, and then
started kissing her way up Kacey's thighs.

“Geez,
Renée, this is way better than I expected.”

“I
so own you now, Kacey. Welcome to my team. You can stay with Julie.
I'm going to do things with you that she has never experienced.”

“Yes,
yes! I do so want to please you, Renée.” She hesitated a
moment, then added, “You can hurt me if you want to. I won't
mind.”

“I'm
not a sadist, Kacey. I've never tried that stuff.”

“Briana
bought us a cat o' nine tails whip. She keeps it in the bottom right
dresser drawer.”

Intrigued,
Renée went and got it out.

“I
don't think six hours is going to be enough, hon.”

“I
keep a 'do not disturb' sign in my desk, Renée. Shall we put
it on the front door knob?”

And
that's exactly what they did.

Over the
following weeks, Karlee and Kristie were brought into the loop and
kept up to date, and Renée continued in her efforts to gather
Intel on the elusive Ruling Committee. Each of the group made
separate preparations to go off the grid indefinitely.

Soon the
day of the speeches arrived. Pepper was both hopeful and confidant
everything would go off without a hitch, and looked forward to soon
being sworn in as President. She had no reason to doubt her compliant
lover Kristie.

Kristie had
spent considerable time planning the deed. Her husband, also an
accomplished sniper, accompanied her as back-up. They were
strategically positioned on a rooftop nearly a mile away. Several
years earlier, she had purchased top-of-the-line equipment and had
already used it successfully on several missions.

“I've
got them both in my sites,” she announced over her tiny
comm-device. “There's no wind. Everything is a go from here.
How about if I do them both?”

“Roger
that,” responded Renée as she covered their backs.
“Julie and Kacey are in her office, ready to delete all her
relevant files.” Pepper had provided them with security passes
to her new office to work on her special projects. “Ashley and
Laura have just set the C-4 in place on the wall-safe with all the
blackmail documents in it. They'll blow it from a few blocks away. It
will all happen simultaneously with your shot. The explosion should
take out the entire exterior wall. And no, just Pepper...this time,
hon.”

President
Durham, the man who had once chased Kristie around his office trying
to rape her, stood regally as he addressed the admiring crowd. Vice
President Pepper Preston stood dutifully behind him, off to the side
and smiling. She was anticipating the sound of a distant gunshot.

“Get
ready, you guys,” Kristie whispered over the comm.

Ashley and
Laura switched on the C-4 remote detonator. Julie and Kacey reached
for the delete button.

As the
climactic moment approached, Renée was so excited she bordered
on having an orgasm. Karlee and Jesse stood at her side, each holding
her hand as they all watched the TV monitor.

Kristie
made the motion of a farewell kiss as she slowly and gently squeezed
the trigger. Pepper never heard the shot that blew apart her head and
splattered her blood over the President's backside.

“Oh
my God!” shouted the woeful announcer.

As he said
that, the exterior wall of Pepper's hi-rise penthouse experienced a
massive explosion, and all Pepper's secret blackmail files, both in
the condo and in her office, went 'poof'.

Renée, Karlee and Jessie high-fived one
another, Kristie and her husband Randolph embraced, Laura and Ashley
hugged, and Julie and Kacey kissed passionately, then promptly left
the building.

“Great
job, everyone!” Renée proclaimed into the comm-device.
“Proceed with phase two, make yourselves scarce. We'll meet-up
later at the designated time and place to discuss the fate of the
Ruling Council. Take care and God Bless you all!”

Conclusion

Renée
and
Jessie were settling in to watch the Hawaiian sunset. They were on
Kauai’s northern Na Pali Coast, lounging on a deserted beach
ten stories below the road. It had taken twenty minutes to descend
the lengthy staircase, ergo the isolation. Their team of assassins
had split up after killing the Vice President, their former boss.
Ashley had been assigned to go with the three less-experienced,
younger members to give them combat training during their downtime.
The others had gone in their own unknown directions.

“Did
you see that dolphin? I've never seen such beautiful scenery,
Renée!
The setting sun really highlights all the colors on those cliffs,
especially the greens. How high do you think they are?”

“I've heard
they're around four thousand feet, kid. This reminds me of the old
days when we all lived in L.A. and enjoyed the sunsets.”

“Do you miss
my mom and Danny?”

“I do. I
especially miss the mother-daughter invitations. Do you think the
offer is still open-ended?”

“It is as far
as I'm concerned, and I've never heard her say otherwise. Those times
were a blast. It's Danny who nixed it when you pissed him off. My
Aunt Jenny lives with them now.”

“Yeah, I
know. I introduced her to the lifestyle and the subject came up,”
said Renée.

“You and my
aunt!? Geez, does your sleaze know no bounds?”

“She was
bi-curious. I was only helping.”

“Uh huh,
helping yourself. I don't care to hear the details.”

“I wonder if
it's time to for me to mend fences, make amends with Jo and Danny,”
said Renée.

“Probably,
but you'll have to play into Danny's weakness.”

“What do you
mean?”

“You know his
love for family affairs; get him interested in the three sisters.
Make it clear that his path to them is only through you. He'll be
like putty in your hands.”

“It sounds
like you've been putting some thought into this.”

“I miss those
times. The last time I spoke with my mom, I casually mentioned some
sexual stuff about the sisters. She'll tell him, his interest will be
aroused. I'd like for the four of us to be together again.”

“Me too,”
said Renée.

“If you had
let her use a condom that night, everything might be different now.”

“I know,
Jess. I've given that a lot of thought.”

“And?”

“And I'd do
it all over again,” she said with a chuckle. “That look
on Joanna's face the first time Danny was making love to her was
priceless, especially right at the end! It's forever etched into my
memory. What's your favorite recollection from that night, Jess? Was
it when we revealed you'd been watching us having sex with your mom
all night through the slats in the closet door and you came out and
said we should continue and pretend you weren't even there?”

“That was
definitely a rush, but my all-time best memory was from earlier in
the evening when you manipulated her into getting down on her knees,
literally begging you and Danny to go to bed with her. That was truly
inspiring.”

“Thanks!”

“By the way,
there's something I’ve been meaning to talk with you about,
Renée. Back when Pepper was still CIA Director, and Julie and
Kacey were there on a regular basis, working on her special computer
hacking projects and accommodating her under her desk, they got to
know an interesting couple in the cafeteria named Samantha and Dexter
Douglas.”

“Oh, how
interesting were they?”

“During their
daily small talk chatter, the subject of celebrities came up. Dex
mentioned that he had once been a bodyguard for my mom before he got
married, about twenty years ago. That was back in her flirtatious
phase, if you catch my drift.”

“Huh?”

“They said I
have his eyes.”

“Oh, kid, I
hope you're not still harboring the fantasy of finding your dad.
Don't get your hopes up. It's probably all lunchroom bullshit. Do you
know the odds?”

“Hey, you
should know better than anybody, Renée, what it's like!”

“Yeah, okay,
I'll give you that. Why didn't you tell me about this before?”

“I didn't
want to jinx it. I've been doing due diligence on the couple in my
spare time. That's why I suggested we hide-out here in Hawaii.
They're going to be celebrating their twentieth anniversary on Kauai.
The girls got this photo of him in the agency parking lot.”

“He looks a
little like Danny.”

“And they're
both ex-Special Forces, too,” said Jessie.

“Do you know
where they'll be staying?”

Jessie nodded.

“Of course
you do.”

Jessie pointed up.
There was a luxury hotel on top of the cliff. “They will be
arriving today. It's not like I can call his room and say 'hey, I
might be your daughter', so I thought we could check-in and hang out
by the pool for a few days, maybe meet them there casually. What do
you think?”

It was mid-morning
the next day when they spotted them at the crowded poolside. Renée
tipped the attendant to set up an adjacent table, and the foursome
spent the better part of an hour chatting about the islands.

“You both
look a little familiar,” observed the wife. “Have we met
before?”

“Oh, I get
that a lot,” said Jessie. “My name is Jessica Jennings.”
She didn't say anything further, letting the name sink in for a
moment.

The married couple
was only half-listening as they read through their tourist brochures.
What Dex missed, his wife picked up on in a flash. They had both been
with the famous Joanna Jennings many years earlier when a terrorist
cell had launched a beachside attack on the Space Shuttle. Years
later, both had watched Jessica's kidnapping episode unfold on
television. There was no chance this meeting was a coincidence. How
had this young woman gotten a line on Dex? Was she for real? Sam's
eyes opened wide as she continued reading, feigning indifference to
the name.

The expression
didn't escape Jessie. “Find something interesting?” she
coyly inquired.

“So many
places to see, so many things to do, and so little time,” she
responded. A moment later she tried to covertly snap a photograph
with her smartphone.

“Please don't
do that,” requested Renée.

“Do what?”

“Using facial
recognition software is like smoking cigarettes. Both can be
hazardous to one's health. We're here as friends, otherwise you'd be
dead already.”

That line got Dex's
full attention.

“It was just
a photo,” Sam said.

“You and I
both know that's not true, honey. It's paramount that our whereabouts
remains off the grid. We're black-ops, sort of,” revealed
Jessie. “Shall we call you Samantha, or do you prefer to go by
Jane on vacations?”

Jane was her real
name, the one her kids knew her by. Only her CIA boss and her husband
knew both names, or so she had thought. Julie and Kacey had hacked
the information while at Langley.

“Who are you
people?”

“Like I said,
we're friends, maybe more. That's what we're here to find out,”
said Jess.

Sam's eyes drifted
over to her beach bag.

“Forget about
it,” said Renée with her New Yorker accent. “That
would be so not a good idea.” She glanced down at her own beach
bag, implying they were both armed, and they were.

“I'm sorry,”
said Dex. “I wasn't paying attention before. What did you say
your name is, dear?”

“Jessica
Jennings. I do believe you knew my mother, sir.”

“And you were
born when?”

She told him. He
did the math.

“This is
interesting. I never knew. Your mom had lots of special friends back
then. I left her employ several months after we had been together and
never saw her again,” Dex revealed. “How is she? Does she
ever talk about me?”

“She's okay.
And no, never. How about a DNA test, Mr. Douglas?”