Copyright 2002
FK Publications


Outside in the distance, she heard the low rumble of traffic coupled with the sound of a plane a few miles off, light sounds that only added an additional mystique to the errie and deserted warehouse in which she stood, smoking away on her Marlboro until it burned itself down to the filter.

Dropping the cigarette to the concrete floor, sexy Helen in her late twenties raised her right black leather stiletto boot and brought down its sole, killing the thing while reaching into her black suit jacket, producing another, firing up and inhaling immediately after.

As a few ashes fell upon her black slim business skirt, the seam only a few inches below her knees, dark-haired Helen looked around with her brown eyes, inspecting the lonely place located in the Queens area of New York City.

While she stood there and waited, seeing four thirty in the afternoon on her watch, the brunette suddenly heard footsteps in the distance. Her attention heightened, the lady continued to stand there still as a statue with her weight slightly shifted. Listening further, she finally made out the figure of a man approaching as the guy turned a corner and headed toward her, holding a briefcase.

At last, at a steady pace, the guy came closer, eventually standing a few feet in front of her. With a wide eyed expression, the man asked, “ Helen?”

“ And you are?”

“ Sam…, your previous phone contact.”

“ Ok…, what have you got for me?”

Before he started with business, he relaxed himself somewhat, smiled, and then remarked, “ So you’re the famous lady…I’m honored to see you in person.”

Disgust in her eyes, she inhaled from the cigarette and rudely replied, “ In this business that I’m in…fame is the last thing I want…don’t flatter me…, keep it all for someone else.”

“ Ok…, no problem…it’s just that I’m not used to seeing a woman in your, well…, line of work.”

“ Look…, you said you’ve got something for me…, right?”

“ Yes ma’am…, sorry…, here it is.”, replied the guy, giving her a hand written piece of paper with some basic info on it, also handing her a photo of some other man.

“ As you can see for yourself…”, said the gentleman, “ His address is written down, some of his daily habits are there too.”

“Ok…, this’ll do…, how nice, Hawaii…Honolulu.”

“ That’s right…I’m sure you’ll like it there.”

“ I will…, now where’s the cash.”

“ Right her, ma’am.”, answered Sam as he opened the case, revealing fifteen bundles each containing fifty twenty dollar bills.”

“ Ok, great…I assume it all adds up to what we agreed upon over the phone?”

“ Oh yea…fifteen grand, all here…all for you.”, answered the man, closing the briefcase and handing it to the beautiful and assertive looking lady, her stature radiating an air of mystique, a gothic touch going well with her arcane personality.

“ Now remember…, don’t bother me with any bullshit…I work alone, I’m independent… get paid for each individual job on a pay as you go basis…I don’t work for you…I’m not on any fucken payroll…, how does one say it, I’m…”

“ Self employed?”

“ You got it…never forget that…, if you ever need me again…you know how to make contact.”

“ Yes ma’am…I understand completely…, however, I’ve got just one question.”

Taking another drag, she simply asked, “ Yea…?”

“ How long will it take?”

“ Usually it’ll be down in less than two weeks…but to be official, just tell your boss it’ll be done in no longer than a month’s time…, but like I said, two weeks should be sufficient.”

His head nodding, Sam replied, “ Great…, then I guess we’re all set.”

“ Yep…there ain’t much more to say, now is there.”

“ Nope…, good luck.”

“ Luck’s got nothing to do with it…I leave nothing to chance.”

“ I’m glad to here that…then I guess it’s simply…how shall I say…, best wishes.”

“ That’s better.”

“ Take care.”

“ You too.”

Still standing there, sexy and mysterious Helen watched the man turn around and leave, staring away until he finally disappeared around the same corner from where he emerged a few minutes ago.

Alone with only her thoughts, Helen fired up a fresh Marlboro and left the building herself, the sound of her boots echoing throughout the lonely structure, adding to the macabre like atmosphere already surrounding her darkened disposition.

Outside in the warm sunshine, Helen quickly looked both ways and then walked up to her rented blue neon, unlocked the door, threw the briefcase upon the passenger seat next to her purse, and finally parked her gorgeous and firm ass behind the wheel, starting the engine afterward.

Driving along, Helen returned to her motel room and went inside with both her purse and the case of money. The attache case on the table now, good looking Helen reached down into her leather handbag and pulled out a black box no larger than eleven by eight inches and only four inches in depth.

Since the thing had a lid on top of it, Helen sat down and flipped the small metal latch, opening it. Peering down at the contents, she smiled to herself and remarked, “ Nothing like a custom made piece…, what a work of art.”

One by one, the lady removed the pieces and parts until she had them all laid out on the table. Starting with the disassembled barrel, she pieced the unique rifle together, the thing having a barrel made up of five separate shorter cylinders, also designed to take a silencer. At last, the object of death was put together, stock and all, the three foot long weapon also having a powerful scope mounted to it.

Looking at the thing in her hands, she slowly moved her lips to the barrel and kissed it, mumbling to herself, “ Oh…, you and me…just you and me, you’re my only friend, my only companion in life…, I don’t give a fuck for anyone else…it’s only you and me.”

Somewhat transfixed by the weapon, she began licking the barrel’s end, allowing her tongue and saliva to moisten the immediate area around the bullet’s exit hole. Her pulse getting faster and faster, she momentarily laid the thing to the side and got up. Once on her feet, Helen removed her jacket, threw it to one side of the bed, then next unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. When her blouse was off as well, Helen unclipped her bra followed by an elegant and quick panty peel, the black piece of underwear sliding down her legs and over her exquisite boots.

With nothing on except for her stockings and footwear, the super attractive brunette took hold of the custom made weapon, a work of precision craftsman ship, and strolled over to the bed. Turning around, she lowered her shapely ass to the mattress and finally laid herself back.

Inspecting the instrument in her hands, Helen got more and more excited. With an ever growing passion, she licked away at the barrel’s tip, making it as wet as possible. At last, as her cunt throbbed and her vagina vibrated, she turned the thing around, spread her legs, and slowly inserted the smooth metal shaft into her dark and hairy opening, rubbing the barrel against her sweltering clit!

In and out the thing went, going down inside four or five inches before it came back out, again being plunged down into the darkness of her moist interior. Over and over she pumped away, fucking herself with the uniquely designed light weight instrument.

A minute later, she burst forth, piercing the room’s silence, “ Ohhhhh…, yea, yea…, yessssssss…, it feels soooooooo gooooood! Finally, she came, her orgasm smearing itself all over the rifle’s front end.

Slowly, her heart rate returned to normal as she pulled the barrel from her pussy, laying it to the side. After she caught her breath, Helen sat up and again took up the weapon. Upon her feet now, she went to her suitcase, opened it, and removed a thick pipe cleaner and some napkins together with a cleaning solution. The liquid on the cleaner and tissue, Helen shoved the wire thing into the front of the rifle’s barrel, removing all her cunt mucus. Using the paper, she finished off the barrel’s outer area and simply laid the gun back down to the table. The cleaning stuff returned to the suitcase, Helen went back to the bed, removed her stockings and boots, and finally got up, going to the shower.