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Another Day on the Job
The heavy scent of incense wound its way throughout the candlelit bedroom. It was a hotel room of less then a respectable reputation. The perfect place for an illicit meeting between a lady of the night and one of the most prominent businessmen in the galaxy.
He wasn't one to normally go for such ladies, but this one was different. She had been sitting on a table across from him at one of the classiest restaurants on Pluto. Her rich brown hair framed her perfectly pale face like a halo and settled gracefully on her bare shoulders. She wore a turquoise negligee with a slit nearly to her waist that revealed flawless legs. He had wanted her immediately. He could barely keep his mind on the business dinner; her bewitchment was too much for him to bear. She had amazingly stayed the entire time. He thought it was a miracle when she came over to him and asked him if he wanted to "go to a little place on the east side of town." He couldn't have said "no" if he had wanted to.
Now he had just finished an amazing third round with her and the looks of a fourth were pretty good.
"You like it like this, don't you Big Boy?" she asked.
"Yes," he groaned in ecstasy.
"Good. I like to give my targets one last happy moment before I send them on their way."
He didn't even have a chance to ask her what she meant as she pulled the trigger. She disentangled herself from the lifeless flesh and went to clean up. Just before she left the stinking room she pulled off the brown wig letting her unbelievably curly red hair fall out. As an afterthought she tossed it over the businessman's stricken face. Most people would have been terrified to see such a sight, but for her, it was just another day on the job.
Another Day on the Job
The heavy scent of incense wound its way throughout the candlelit bedroom. It was a hotel room of less then a respectable reputation. The perfect place for an illicit meeting between a lady of the night and one of the most prominent businessmen in the galaxy.
He wasn't one to normally go for such ladies, but this one was different. She had been sitting on a table across from him at one of the classiest restaurants on Pluto. Her rich brown hair framed her perfectly pale face like a halo and settled gracefully on her bare shoulders. She wore a turquoise negligee with a slit nearly to her waist that revealed flawless legs. He had wanted her immediately. He could barely keep his mind on the business dinner; her bewitchment was too much for him to bear. She had amazingly stayed the entire time. He thought it was a miracle when she came over to him and asked him if he wanted to "go to a little place on the east side of town." He couldn't have said "no" if he had wanted to.
Now he had just finished an amazing third round with her and the looks of a fourth were pretty good.
"You like it like this, don't you Big Boy?" she asked.
"Yes," he groaned in ecstasy.
"Good. I like to give my targets one last happy moment before I send them on their way."
He didn't even have a chance to ask her what she meant as she pulled the trigger. She disentangled herself from the lifeless flesh and went to clean up. Just before she left the stinking room she pulled off the brown wig letting her unbelievably curly red hair fall out. As an afterthought she tossed it over the businessman's stricken face. Most people would have been terrified to see such a sight, but for her, it was just another day on the job.