She squeezed the trigger gently, depositing a bullet just left of center, leaving a black dot on Jason’s forehead, visible only for a second before he slumped backward and fell to the ground. She released her breath and relaxed her arms, waiting for the echoes of the gunshot to fade.
Not foolish enough to take her eyes off him, she crept down from her shelter, eased over to crouch at the front fender of his car, and watched him closely for signs of life.
The sight and smell held a sure sign of death-he’d released his bowels.
Pen made a quick sweep of his car, gathering any items she deemed useful before she tore off in the Duster. She performed a mental inventory of the contents of the bag she’d left at the apartment complex. There wouldn’t be anything with which to identify her, but she knew better than to leave equipment by choice. She bumped her car back onto the highway and headed to town, stopping only to fill her tank at the first available opportunity, an unmanned pay-at-the-pump station. She paid in cash.
Flashing lights surrounded the complex. Apparently they were on to Jason and/or his disappearance. She continued driving, careful not to speed up. Leaving her gear behind grated on her, but she didn’t really have a choice.
The second she hit the state highway, the heebie-jeebies set in. She couldn’t control it. She just kept watching the mirrors and urging the car home faster.
***
Even after the review, Pen couldn’t think of anything she could or would have done differently. Should have been a clean shot at the apartment, but his reflexes had been too damn quick. It ate at her a little, but she was Platinum now.
She leaned her head back against the seat and smiled.
She stopped at her brother’s place, chucked some beef jerky at the boys, and switched cars while they munched away happily. Back in her garage, she let out a huge sigh and sunk into the car upholstery for a few minutes.
The heavy door rolled shut behind her, and she eased out of the car, took her shoes off in the entry and crept into the house. She padded up the stairs, stripping off her clothes as she went.
The shower was incredible, and Pen allowed herself some time to think. A few tears stung the backs of her eyes, but she pinched them off by squeezing her eyes shut, and scrubbed away the crazy day.
Clean and dry, she padded naked to the bedroom and slid under the covers. Her hands traveled up the muscled thighs beside her until she reached the prize. Brian stretched and gave her a sleepy smile.
“Now then. Where were we?” Pen grinned and slurped his stirring cock into her mouth.
Playing with Dolls
She was a doll of a woman, four-foot-eleven, blonde, long lashes, evening gown sparkling in the neon bar signs, tiny feet strapped into impossibly high heels. Absolutely beautiful.
Small though she was, on stage she was larger than life, strutting to the beat and swaying her hips, as strong in body as she was in charisma. When she flipped into handstands against the pole, or did inverted push-ups, men threw money onto the stage.
When she was on, she was
Together, we were a ‘good time’. Everyone knew they’d be entertained, just being near us. She’d set ’em up, and I’d knock ’em down. The employees became a swirl of faces around our fire, feeding off our heat and intensity, living vicariously.
We kept the customers entertained, and bolstered the morale of the staff, keeping that wall against society strong and vivid. There were always those who would make a point of justifying their patronage, and spit at the service we provided.
“When you gonna get up there and take your clothes off, sweet thang?” All lecherous hands and filthy sneers.
I would smile that smile, wink and say, “Never,” squelching the tingling at the base of my skull.
I’d been offered upwards of five hundred dollars, cash on the table, and still hadn’t succumbed to temptation. I felt the wind whistling through the chasm I would have leaped, and it was a leap down, in my opinion.
“Ya fuckin’ hypocrite!” Tash snorted after work one night, when I told her about it over videos and wine.
“What?”
“All that shit you spew about admiring my self esteem and being able to get up there on stage every night? And you
“Oh.” It had been a long night, and my fuzzy brain wouldn’t fire on the first couple turns of the key, but once it sparked, it went straight into high gear.
“Oh! No, Tash, no! That’s not what I meant!” I moved to the couch and snuggled in next to her, shoving her bag of sweaty costumes to the floor. “You know I could never do what you do, Tash. I don’t have the balls. For me to do it, well, it would mean something totally different if I did it. You know?”
Tash remained stiff for a minute, then melted against me. “Yeah, Jo, I know.” We watched the movie in silence for a few minutes, my mind whirling over what I’d said.
“You know what I
“Yeah!”
“You know I’ll have to sit on your face, don’t you? So I can pick up the dollar?”
“How bad can it be, Tash? I’m practically sitting on your lap right now. It’s not like we have a lot of personal space between us.” I jabbed my finger into the soft spot below her ribs.
Tash shot off the couch and grabbed a dollar from the end table. She creased the bill lengthwise. “Lay down on your back and angle your head so it hangs over the edge a little.”
Grinning, I did as instructed, digging my shoulders into the cushions. Tash laid the dollar over my nose.
“Now lay still.”
She turned away from me. Looking over her shoulder, she pulled up her oversized t-shirt and lowered herself onto my face. Her skin was soft and cool against my blush.
Instinctively, I held my breath. She swiveled her hips a little, then stood up, her arms in the air. When she raised the hem of her shirt again, the dollar bill was pinched neatly between her butt cheeks.
I smiled up at her. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” I rubbed my chin. “You’re due for a wax job, though.”
“Alright, ya little shithead. Scoot over!”
Tash wiggled in next to me. We fell asleep long before the credits rolled across the screen.
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