JustAnotherHornyGirl
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"What Doesn't Kill You"
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I think I'm going to write this alone,
as a story, not a roleplay.
(I would write it out in the story section
of Literotica as a chapter story,
but I plan on the
replies being too short for that.)
Closed:
I think I'm going to write this alone,
as a story, not a roleplay.
(I would write it out in the story section
of Literotica as a chapter story,
but I plan on the
replies being too short for that.)
Hayima struck a pose meant to emphasize her delicious curves. It drew the attention of a man jogging toward her down a path in the park, causing him to slow, to shift to a quick walk, then an even slower one as he ogled her up and down and all around.
She smiled in return to his attention, attempting to appear delighted and yet surprised. She wasn't either, and regarding the latter, Hayima had actually been expecting him, waiting for him. The man was a creature of habit, taking this same jog in the same park at the same time of the early morning day after day. It was a dangerous thing to do for a man in his line of work: international espionage.
He wasn't alone, though. Trying to appear as if they were just two additional joggers getting in their miles, the man's bodyguards ran side by side about twenty yards back.
"Not exactly earlier morning jogging wear," the man said of Hayima's tight fitting dress and modest heels. He closed, getting slower with each step as he added, "But I approve."
"I'm glad," she said with a flirty tone. She peeked past him to the two bodyguards, who had slowed as well but were coming up on his flanks, concerned about this new development. She asked the man, "Friends of yours?"
As he opened his mouth to answer, Hayima quickly raised the little .38 revolver she'd been hiding behind her shapely leg. The suppressor eliminated all but just a light popping sound as a round shot forward at 755 feet per second, penetrating the eye socket of one bodyguards. A second perfect shot entered the skull of the second bodyguard, dropping him to the path just as quickly, easily, and silently.
The primary target looked to his dead escorts, then to Hayima with his hands raised: "Don't shoot me!"
When she didn't follow up a third shot, he added, "I can give you anything you want. Money, you want money? Ten grand. Twenty. Just don't--"
"I want answers," she cut in. She pointed the weapon at the man's face, gave him a moment to understand the danger facing him, then asked, "What am I?"
She didn't get her answer, though, as a third bullet from a very different source flew through the air and ripped through the back of her thigh. Hayima had been unaware of the second pair of bodyguards in an SUV paralleling the jogging path on the park's access road. The SUV had skidded to a stop, and one of the men had leapt out with a scoped rifle and -- hurrying his shot -- shot too low yet still put a round through her.
Out of spite, Hayima put a shot through the jogging man's knee before turning to run. The pain surging through her and the loss of motor control in her damaged muscles limited her speed, but she thought she could reach cover and then escape. She heard another round whiz past her head, then a slamming in her back was accompanied moments later with a pain like she'd never felt before...
...................
Hayima awoke in the ICU of the local hospital. A nurse milling about, checking the machines monitoring her vitals, looked at her with a delighted but still seriously surprised expression. "You're awake!"
The nurse moved up closer to check Hayima's vitals first hand, telling her, "You are quite a lucky girl. The doctor says you're going to make a full recovery, which is just amazing because you--"
"Nurse," a male voice cut in. A man at the door with a gold shield on his jacket shook his head. The nurse departed, after which the cop stepped up, inquiring, "Do you feel up to a few questions, ma'am?"
Hayima didn't respond. He asked if she remembered what happened to her. She did, of course, up until she passed out from blood loss, but still she shook her head faintly. He explained that a fisherman had called 9-1-1 after she'd stumbled down a bank into the park pond. He asked, "Can you tell me your name?"
Hayima only stared.
He asked, "Can you tell me who was shooting at you then? And why?"
Once again, her head shook. She finally spoke up, though, asking weakly, "What else did you find? You know, in the park."
He shrugged. "Should we have?"
It was pretty obvious that her target's men had hauled away the men she'd killed, not wanting their boss to be indicated in a shooting right in the middle of the city.
The detective asked more questions, but Hayima gave no answers, only shaking her head. He repeated what the nurse had said, that she shouldn't have survived the bullet in your back nor should she have even been able to run as far as the blood trail indicated she had.
"There'll be an officer outside your door," he told her, "for your protection. Doc says you'll be here for a while, couple of weeks at the least, months at the most."
He hesitated to see if she had anything more to say, asked if she needed anything, and when she again only shook her head, asked, "Is there anything more you can tell me? Or want to tell me?"
Hayima only shook her head yet again. The detective turned at the sound of the doctor's arrival, chatted with him about the patient's prognosis, made his farewells, and departed.
(To be continued)
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