ForestFlame
Burning Bright
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She had kept him under close scrutiny since arriving in Monaco two days ago. Now stood amongst the crowds watching Ducati's, Lamborghini's and a plethora of other supercars, racing around the Circuit de Monaco, she struggled to keep sight of him in the dim light of evening. Learning his movements was critical. His likes; dislikes; places he frequented, everything down to the type of high class call girls he preferred. Knowledge was key and her way to get close to him. She spotted him across the road, his face illuminated by the match he was using to light his Cuban. She saw the red glow of the cigar, as he inhaled deeply, a plume of tobacco smoke partially obscuring her view of him, until the night breeze gently carried it away. She crossed to his side of the road. The deafening sound of revving engines and the strong odour of burning rubber and exhaust fumes filled the air, mingling with the joyous shouts and carousing of the crowd.
She took a seat on a bench, roughly 15 feet away from him, ensuring that he remained within her eye line. She knew she was his type. Statuesque, long shapely legs, firm round breasts. He liked the Mediterranean look and with her long wavy raven coloured hair, deep hazel eyes flecked with gold and olive skin, she fitted the bill perfectly. She pulled out a cigarette, holding it lightly between her delicate fingers, making a big deal of searching in her clutch bag for a light. Within a moment, cupped hands appeared in front of her, a match being protected from the breeze burning brightly between them. She held her cigarette to the flame and drew in gently, glancing up at the man before her. Time for action. She let the cigarette smoke gently escape from her lips with a soft exhale. Looking up at his round aged face, his bulbous nose, crimson from drinking too much. His thick lips pulled up into a grin, as his bloodshot eyes ran over her form. "Thank you" She smiled back at him.
Without asking, he sat himself down next to her, his arms outstretched across the back of the bench, only serving to highlight his large stomach straining against his crisp white shirt and spilling over his belt. He turned slightly to face her. "I love fast cars. Can't beat the sound of a purring engine and the holy cow moment when you push hard on the gas and get pinned to your seat!" She turned to look at him, seeing him eyeing her breasts and absently licking his lips. The thought made her shiver, but she was a professional and this was part of the job. "I love fast anything, with certain exceptions of course!" she replied, smiling flirtatiously at him. He laughed hard, his protruding gut jiggling as he did so. "Well darling, what's your name? Mine's Christopher" he held out his hand and she took it and balked inside as he gave her a slobbery kiss on the back of her hand. "I'm Marie. Nice to meet you Christopher". She could smell the alcohol on his breath and judging by the way he slurred slightly, she gathered that he was determined to keep the rosacea on his nose. "Would you honour me and allow me to buy you a drink?" he enquired, shifting slightly in his seat. "I would love to, thank you Christopher" she replied and stood up slowly, smoothing down her grey silk cross over dress, that hugged her figure and showed off her long slender legs. She put out her cigarette on the available ashtray adorning a nearby litter bin and turned back to him. He held out his arm to her and she took it as he lead her down the street to the nearest bar.
She had sat and made polite small talk with him for around an hour, before he had suggested going somewhere quiet, where they could be alone. She thought he'd never ask! The less time she had to hear that grating voice of his, the better. They left arm in arm heading to The Hermitage Hotel, a swanky five star hotel overlooking Port Hercule. He staggered, clearly having downed far too many brandies in the bar, annoyingly bumping her shoulder as he attempted to walk. He placed his arm around her, dropping his hand lower and squeezing her right butt cheek. She felt nauseated by him, but sometimes, she had to do distasteful things.
As they arrived adjacent to a small alley, between a restaurant and bar, he grabbed her and steered her into the darkness, pushing her against the wall. His lips and hands were all over her, grabbing at her breasts and running down her body. "Wait! Let me take my shoes off, before I lose my balance" she giggled. She removed her high stilettos, holding them in one hand, as she put her arms around his neck and plunged her tongue into his mouth, trying not to allow the disgust she felt to show on her face. He began grinding against her, his belly pressed hard against her body. She glanced over his shoulder to her shoes, taking the fingers of her free hand, she pulled hard at the tip of the heel of one of them. The tip came off and she palmed it, revealing a sharp thin spike protruding from the stiletto heel. With one swift movement, she jabbed him in the neck with it. He broke the kiss. "What the hell? Think something just bit me!" he exclaimed, clamping his hand over the nape of his neck. She studied his face, waiting, watching as the foam started to gather on his lips. His eyes grew wide, his face turning the colour of beetroot, as his hands grabbed at his throat. He slumped to the floor, most likely dead before he hit it. She replaced the tip on her stiletto, putting her shoes back on and straightening her clothing. She stepped over him, carefully checking to see that no one was watching, before slipping out of the alleyway and heading back to her hotel. But someone was watching and it wouldn't take long for her to find out who.
She took a seat on a bench, roughly 15 feet away from him, ensuring that he remained within her eye line. She knew she was his type. Statuesque, long shapely legs, firm round breasts. He liked the Mediterranean look and with her long wavy raven coloured hair, deep hazel eyes flecked with gold and olive skin, she fitted the bill perfectly. She pulled out a cigarette, holding it lightly between her delicate fingers, making a big deal of searching in her clutch bag for a light. Within a moment, cupped hands appeared in front of her, a match being protected from the breeze burning brightly between them. She held her cigarette to the flame and drew in gently, glancing up at the man before her. Time for action. She let the cigarette smoke gently escape from her lips with a soft exhale. Looking up at his round aged face, his bulbous nose, crimson from drinking too much. His thick lips pulled up into a grin, as his bloodshot eyes ran over her form. "Thank you" She smiled back at him.
Without asking, he sat himself down next to her, his arms outstretched across the back of the bench, only serving to highlight his large stomach straining against his crisp white shirt and spilling over his belt. He turned slightly to face her. "I love fast cars. Can't beat the sound of a purring engine and the holy cow moment when you push hard on the gas and get pinned to your seat!" She turned to look at him, seeing him eyeing her breasts and absently licking his lips. The thought made her shiver, but she was a professional and this was part of the job. "I love fast anything, with certain exceptions of course!" she replied, smiling flirtatiously at him. He laughed hard, his protruding gut jiggling as he did so. "Well darling, what's your name? Mine's Christopher" he held out his hand and she took it and balked inside as he gave her a slobbery kiss on the back of her hand. "I'm Marie. Nice to meet you Christopher". She could smell the alcohol on his breath and judging by the way he slurred slightly, she gathered that he was determined to keep the rosacea on his nose. "Would you honour me and allow me to buy you a drink?" he enquired, shifting slightly in his seat. "I would love to, thank you Christopher" she replied and stood up slowly, smoothing down her grey silk cross over dress, that hugged her figure and showed off her long slender legs. She put out her cigarette on the available ashtray adorning a nearby litter bin and turned back to him. He held out his arm to her and she took it as he lead her down the street to the nearest bar.
She had sat and made polite small talk with him for around an hour, before he had suggested going somewhere quiet, where they could be alone. She thought he'd never ask! The less time she had to hear that grating voice of his, the better. They left arm in arm heading to The Hermitage Hotel, a swanky five star hotel overlooking Port Hercule. He staggered, clearly having downed far too many brandies in the bar, annoyingly bumping her shoulder as he attempted to walk. He placed his arm around her, dropping his hand lower and squeezing her right butt cheek. She felt nauseated by him, but sometimes, she had to do distasteful things.
As they arrived adjacent to a small alley, between a restaurant and bar, he grabbed her and steered her into the darkness, pushing her against the wall. His lips and hands were all over her, grabbing at her breasts and running down her body. "Wait! Let me take my shoes off, before I lose my balance" she giggled. She removed her high stilettos, holding them in one hand, as she put her arms around his neck and plunged her tongue into his mouth, trying not to allow the disgust she felt to show on her face. He began grinding against her, his belly pressed hard against her body. She glanced over his shoulder to her shoes, taking the fingers of her free hand, she pulled hard at the tip of the heel of one of them. The tip came off and she palmed it, revealing a sharp thin spike protruding from the stiletto heel. With one swift movement, she jabbed him in the neck with it. He broke the kiss. "What the hell? Think something just bit me!" he exclaimed, clamping his hand over the nape of his neck. She studied his face, waiting, watching as the foam started to gather on his lips. His eyes grew wide, his face turning the colour of beetroot, as his hands grabbed at his throat. He slumped to the floor, most likely dead before he hit it. She replaced the tip on her stiletto, putting her shoes back on and straightening her clothing. She stepped over him, carefully checking to see that no one was watching, before slipping out of the alleyway and heading back to her hotel. But someone was watching and it wouldn't take long for her to find out who.
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