A Contract To Kill (Closed for LordUsagi)

[DarkWarrioress]

Sitting on the small bedroom balcony in a white bistro chair, one leg draped over the other, the slit in her dress slipping off her leg and exposing a tantalizing view of a well-toned thigh, she contemplated the view before her eyes. Men were so damn predictable most of the time, especially when it came to sex. A voice from within the hotel room claimed her attention.

"Be right there, darlin'." Her southern twang was very much in evidence. It was faked, of course.

She stood up, tugging down the material over her hips before making her way inside, through the bedroom to the main room. She could see the back of his head over the top of the chair he. The soft click of her heels on the floor heralded her arrival as she maneuvered around the chair. He held out a hand, hers slipped into it as her body came to stand between his legs facing him. He gave a firm little tug. Knowing what that meant, she dropped to her knees. His dark eyes were on her face as his hand put hers on the semi-bulge in his linen slacks. Both went to work, setting his trapped cock free of its confines. His hand went up behind her head, fisting her dark red hair, drawing her face toward his growing rigidity. Red lips opened, sinking slowly down over his stiff manhood until her nose was buried against his smoothly shaven skin, the head of his cock tickling her tonsils. He held her that way for a second or two, his hips shifting until he felt comfortably ensconced in her throat. The subtle pressure on her head eased. His hand fell away, fingertips caressing her distended throat before disappearing altogether. Her lips were free to move along his length, leaving in their wake, smears of her ruby red lipstick. On a backstroke, he grabbed a fistful of hair again, yanking her lips off his cock, making their eyes meet briefly before his eyes went to his cock.

"Lovely. Just the way I like it, dear."

He leaned foward, his lips taking hers roughly, thoroughly, before he sat back in his chair again.

"Now the head, sweetheart. You know what I want."

He pushed her face toward the slanted, swollen head. Her lips, with its smeared lipstick, parted, taking just the head of his cock into her mouth, carefully insuring that her lipstick marred the smooth sensitive surface before pushing the cap to the roof of her mouth as her lips closed behind it, sealing him snugly inside. Her head moved forward and back in a small movement, rubbing the sensitive head against the roof of her mouth. He didn't allow it for long. He tugged on her hair, firmly urging her lips to free him. Those red lips drug across the head of his cock again, leaving a crimson trail across them.

"Beautiful, darling. Simply beautiful," he admired her lipstick handiwork, "now, open wide and be careful not to remove all that lovely work, hm?"

He shoved her head back to his crotch. Her lips opened wide, letting him glide across her tongue on its journey toward the back of her throat. Her mouth closed over him gently, remembering his instructions. His hips began to move, pumping against her lips until his fingers tightened in her hair, holding her head steady as she felt his hot cum start to flood the back of her throat. All she could do was swallow until his cock stopped spurting. He relaxed back against the chair, releasing her. She stayed on her knees for a moment or more, then got to her feet silently, staring down at him. His cock was going flaccid, her lipstick, lewd evidence of the story. She knew him. He would go home to his wife tonight, show her his marked cock and make her suck it all over again. His way of getting even.

Her fingers trailed up his arm as she slid away, slipping back behind him. His head rested lightly against the back of the chair. His eyes closed.

"You were wonderful, darling as al----"

The next sound to fill her ears was gurgling. His. As she tightened the garrote around his neck. The subtle muscles in her forearms bulged as she fought to keep him in the chair as he thrashed about. She was damn good at her job. One of the best in the Syndicate.

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The Syndicate. They had recruited her years ago. She was their only female assassin. And she was damn good. Knives and the garrote were her weapons of choice. Now and then, an ice pick. She was good with guns, but they presented little challenge to her. She could take a shot from a distance, her target would never know what hit them. No, she preferred them to know they were being killed. The garrote was not a female's usual choice of a weapon. They say posion is. Well, she wasn't usual by any means. The garrote meant she needed upper body strength. She diligently worked at it until she could kill a man by such means competently.


She slipped the front page of the local newspaper into the large manilla envelope, that, along with the pictures she took, should get her paid. Sealing the envelope, she wrote on the front of it then picked up her pocketbook and keys, heading out the door for the post office. The envelope contained the proof of her work. A photo of the dead man, still sitting in the chair. His flaccid penis flopped to one side and the front page of the morning newspaper, announcing the murder investigation of the good Senator.

~~ ~~​

Ah, Paris. One of the most romantic cities in the world or so she was told. She never found it so. Then again. She wasn’t exactly the most romantic sort. Kat sat back in her chair, adjusting her sunglasses as she awaited the arrival of her drink. The Seine could be seen from this little outside cafe. Her hotel was just down the street. She had no contracts to fulfill. Life was good and speaking of good, her eyes followed the eye candy walking past her at the moment. She lifted her sunglasses to get a better look.

Oh damn. I'd lick that like a lolly. Over and over again before gobbling him up.

The ring of her cellphone interrupted her pleasant speculation. Kat leaned forward to pluck it off the table in front of her. Her eyes followed the man she had been admiring with one last look of regret before she punched a button and spoke.

“Yeah?......Right….. Got it….. On my way.”

The phone went dead. Kat returned it to the table, taking up her glass of wine, draining it. She needed to get back to her hotel to await a delivery. Vacations didn’t last long. Well, hers didn’t anyway.

She wasn’t waiting long in her room before there was a soft knock on the door. It was a courier with a decent sized manila envelope for her. She tipped the man and dismissed him by closing the door. Walking back into the room, Kat opened the envelope, sitting on the end of the bed and reading. It didn’t take long. She had a new job. Time to pack. Vacation time was officially over. It was time to head back to the States and do her research.

~~ ~~​

There was an open notebook on her lap, a cup of Starbuck’s coffee in one hand, a pen in the other. She sat on a park bench across from his apartment, looking like she was writing something from time to time when in reality, she was casing her target. Kat casually looked around at her surroundings. Nice. Affluent yet understated. She was impressed. She sat up a bit straighter as he exited his apartment building. Casually, she closed her book, slipping it into her shoulder bag along with her pen. A sip of coffee and she was on her feet, putting her bag on her shoulder, adjusted her sunglasses and started down the street, following him.

She was understated herself, wearing a cream sweater over a pair of gray slacks, a pair of gray heels tapping on the sidewalk. Her burgundy locks bounced on her shoulders and on her back as she walked at a pace that wasn't too fast and yet not slow enough to lose him in the light crowd.

 

[LordUsagi]

Andrew Munro walked the few blocks to the small coffee shop where he bought his coffee every day catching a bus to work. It was the same order every weekday, premade for him and ready at the counter.
“Marge tells me this is your last order till the New Year,” the girl behind the counter said as she handed him the coffee.
“Yes I am off home to Scotland for a few days, and then a trip around Europe.”
He handed the girl a few notes, enough to cover the last month’s coffee and a generous tip.
“I am taking my niece on a holiday; we haven’t decided the exact locations yet, but I am sure Italy and France will be in there.”
He smiled, “she just turned twenty and although I am sure she would rather holiday on her own this way she get a few luxuries as well, besides I won’t cramp her style but she knows I will be there if she needs me.”
Very few people knew that his older sister and her husband had recently died in a car crash, and with very little family Andrew had taken it upon himself to look after his niece. The Europe trip was a way of rewarding her for doing well at college and also would let him keep a safe eye on her.
He picked up the coffee, said goodbye and headed to the local newsstand to pick up his paper.
Some would consider it odd that in this modern day and age; someone would still buy a newspaper and not use an electronic device to keep up to date with local and international news, but Andrew enjoyed the tactile feel of the paper and could relax back and read while enjoying his morning coffee on the way to work.
So while on the bus he read the latest news about the Senator’s murder a few weeks before. It had now come to light that the Senator had been naked in the hotel and some form of sexual liaison had occurred just prior to his death. The fact that was in the newspaper already told Andrew that this wasn’t an ordinary murder and that someone powerful was secretly leaking information intentionally.
Catching the bus was considered strange by his work colleagues; they all knew he owned a luxury sedan, a car he was very proud of. But Andrew was older than anyone else in his office and they jested he was just a quirky old man. Although early forties could not be considered old, it was still uncommon to have an older developer in a high end software company. The founder of the company hadn't even turned thirty yet. But despite his age Andrew was well respected, he had a firm grasp of computer security and his logical processes and problem solving were second to none. He may not have understood what the latest game trends were but he could find bugs in code quicker than anyone around. He was also very popular, his Scots accent appealed to the young women and his fun attitude kept the geeks entertained. No one in the company from receptionist to the designers had a bad word to say about the old Scot.
Haven’t reached his destination Andrew stood walked past the woman who had followed him from outside his apartment and exited the bus. He should have noticed her but the fact that she had sat in front of him instead of behind as one usually did when tailing had not raised any warning bells. Andrew was also in a good mood and looking forward to his holiday and his retirement from the business, so it was understandable that he was off his game.

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“Greetings everyone,” Andrew announced loudly as he entered the office, “I have some festive cheer as it is my last working day this year.”
Jill the receptionist greeted him enthusiastically and handed him a message from his niece, she was the only person in the office who knew what his holiday plans were. She was in her mid twenties and attractive enough that every male had at least flirted with her once, some more than that. In fact at a work party a few months prior she had hit on Andrew by telling him she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Although tempted he had passed on the opportunity and they had spent the rest of the time talking. She had learned about his niece and him about her family in upstate New York. When he had left her alone one of the new interns had moved in and his insistence that Jill leave with him had lead to an altercation with Andrew in the bathroom. The intern had quit the next day and everyone knew what had transpired, you did not upset the people Andrew cared about.
“Here is your gift,” he said with a smile, handing her a neatly wrapped box, “you better open it today, it may be important, but in private.”
He had given her a gift from a very exclusive lingerie store in the area. The box was empty though (Andrew had left the lingerie in his apartment) save for the first class airplane ticket from Seattle to Albany. The note said ‘enjoy the holidays with your family and never waste any time to be with them’

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When Andrew finally left the office everyone said goodbye. Jill made a comment about their private joke and her gift and the Mike thanked him for the special edition Wonder Woman statue to go on his cabinet behind his desk.
Anyone observing this would find it hard to believe that Andrew was once one of the most feared operatives for Her Majesties Government.
On the ride home he used his cell phone to confirm his travel arrangements and booked a massage therapy session with the new girl at the Agency.
Entering his apartment he left his passport and plane ticket on the table, poured a stiff whiskey and relaxed back in his comfortable leather chair.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She followed him to the coffee shop. Her eyes lifted to make a mental note of the name, filing it away. She waited across the street until four other people entered, then looked right, left and right again before she crossed the street and entered the shop. She got into line. There he was, talking to a girl behind the counter. She strained to hear the conversation, even while she appeared uninterested. Daughter. Damn. She hadn’t counted on that. Nor the fact he was headed out of town, to Scotland. Then Europe. Was his daughter to accompany him to Scotland then? If not… it might be her chance. He took his coffee, paid for it and turned to leave. She continued to look straight ahead, contemplating the coffee choices.

She had barely made the bus. Damn chatty females behind the coffee counter. Slightly out of breath, clutching her coffee cup in one hand, she found a seat and sat down. In front of him. Kat sat her bag in the seat beside her and ruffled her fingers through her hair. From where she sat, just behind the driver, yet in front of her mark, she could glance up, like normal people did, into the driver’s rearview mirror and spot him.

Not a bad looking man. He would have caught her eye even if he hadn’t been her target. He walked with confidence. She liked that in a man. For a second, she felt a pang of regret that she was going to have to kill him. He was an older man, not that she focused on that. It was just a detail her mind registered. Besides, she rather enjoyed older men and she was going to enjoy this one too, until the time came.

The bus stopped and a quick glance in driver’s mirror as she raised the cup to her lips, showed her that he was getting off the bus. There were a few people behind him. He brushed her shoulder with the outside of his thigh. Oh damn. She had never felt that before. She waited until the last person brushed past her before getting up herself and getting off the bus. She found him easily enough. He stood a head and shoulders above most. The sidewalk was crowded with people bustling off to work this morning so it was easy to blend into the crowd. He went inside a building. She stayed outside, glancing up at the name. Software. Computers. Damn. This could get tricky. She was going to have to be very careful. Extremely so. Stepping to the curb, she hailed a taxi and slid in, giving the driver an address.

~~ ~~​

Four hours later, she was booked on a flight for Scotland. Business class. It had taken a bit of work and a bit of computer hacking on her own to locate his flight information. She gazed at his itinerary and nibbled on her bottom lip, thinking. Now…. how to infiltrate his life in an innocuous way to begin with. His massage session? Or wait to make a casual contact in Scotland? The latter seemed more feasible. She didn’t book a flight to Europe. Kat didn’t want to push it. Let the casual encounter of Scotland do the trick for initial contact. This man was smart. Sharp. This was going to require time and patience. She had both. Now, she got up from her desk, it was time to go pack. What to take to Scotland? This trip might have been about business, but she was damned if she wasn’t going to enjoy it as well. It was one of the places she had wanted to visit but hadn’t gotten around to yet.

~~ ~~​

She settled into her flight with her laptop. Now to check on her accommodations in Scotland. One would be led to believe that an assassin would keep low key. Not Kat. That wasn’t her way. She enjoyed herself. She led a low key life, without drawing attention. That wasn’t as easy as it sounded. She was a willowy redhead. Her figure was feminine beyond doubt. She drew eyes. Constantly. Instead of fending them off, she embraced them. It was easier that way. People tended to remember people who made a fuss. Everyone expected a redhead to be the belle of the party. The flirt. She played that part very well.

The laptop closed with a small click as she settled into her comfortable airline seat and accepted a drink from the flight attendant. Her mind lazily dwelt on the man she had yet to draw into her web. He would make a pleasing lover, she would almost bet on it. If she were a gambling woman, that is.

 

[LordUsagi]

“Excuse me ma’am,” the flight attendant interrupted Kat’s thoughts as she sipped her drink.

“I know this may be a bit inconvenient now, but we have a spare seat in first class.”

She was a very attractive young woman and her apologetic smile made he seem both appealing and appeasing at the same time.

“Usually these things are sorted out before takeoff but one of our first class passengers had a medical emergency after boarding so his seat is free.”

She smiled, “we didn’t have a means of randomly selecting a passenger to bump up so when one off the first class passengers suggested we pick a pretty woman…well…you boarded alone and…umm…I think you are more than pretty. “

She blushed, “beautiful in fact. So if you would like to come this way.”

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Andrew Munro relaxed back in his comfortable first class seat. Although it had been his quick thinking, and emergency medical knowledge that had probably saved the life of the passenger next to him, he had not paid too much attention when the attendant asked for suggestions about who to bump up.

He had been thinking too much about the passenger, who had been taken off the plane prior to takeoff. That and thoughts of a nice gift for his niece. So he had carried on browsing the jewelry catalogue for a few more minutes.


One of the older passengers had suggested a hot woman and Andrew had just shrugged and returned to his thoughts. Wasn’t the pretty blond attendant enough for him to look at? Andrew himself had been admiring the girl and when she had given him a warm smile, he had wondered if maybe he would have a chance to join the mile high club. It was a stupid boyhood fantasy, so quickly forgotten.

He minimized the catalogue on his tablet and opened his book to continue looking at the recipes of the ‘Naked Chef’. Although he doubted he would have a chance to cook for them on their trip, Andrew was skilled in the kitchen and enjoyed researching recipes.

Hearing somebody settling into the seat next to him, he instinctively minimized his reading application, leaving only the desktop picture of his niece.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

No sooner had the laptop closed, a flight attendant appeared at her side.

“Excuse me ma’am, I know this may be a bit inconvenient now, but we have a spare seat in first class. Usually these things are sorted out before takeoff but one of our first class passengers had a medical emergency after boarding so his seat is free. We didn’t have a means of randomly selecting a passenger to bump up so when one off the first class passengers suggested we pick a pretty woman…well…you boarded alone and…umm…I think you are more than pretty, beautiful in fact. So if you would like to come this way.”

Well, this was highly unconventional, but Kat wasn’t about to argue and certainly not over being upgraded. The trip to Scotland was going to be a long flight as it was and being in first class was going to make that time just a wee bit easier to enjoy. The flight attendant led the way. Kat followed her, her heels making minimal noise in the walkway, with her laptop in tow.

“Here you go, ma’am. Enjoy your flight.”

The attendant stopped just in front of the empty seat, pointing to the latter with a graceful hand gesture. Kat gave the blonde a slight friendly smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes, but then, she didn’t expect the blonde attendant to notice that. People seldom did. Kat sat down in the empty seat, draping one linen enclosed leg over the other as she stowed her laptop under her seat.

Damn it to hell. The Universe certainly was not helping any.

She had immediately recognized her traveling companion. Fuck. After going through every single damn thing she could to avoid being on the same flight as her target, Kat had settled for being not in the same seating section as the man and now found herself not only in the same section, but seated next to him! Maybe she could make this work out to her advantage after all. After stowing her laptop, she settled in, stopped an attendant to ask for a drink and while waiting for it to be delivered, she simply closed her eyes, her head nestling into the back of the chair comfortably.

Kat wore an emerald green vee-necked sweater over charcoal slacks. A small, square cut emerald pendant nestled into the valley of her breasts. In her ears, though they were hard to see at the moment, were matching square cut emeralds, topped by a diamond for each. Her dark red hair lie softly over her shoulders, a strand or two curving lovingly across the tops of her pale breasts. Even in the pale cabin light, one could see a sprinkling of freckles along her collarbone. A slim throat surrounded by a gold delicate chain led to a slim, firm jawline, deceptively fragile looking. Emerald colored eyes were hidden by long sooty eyelashes that curled ridiculously.

“Your drink, ma’am.”

The soft dulcet tones of the flight attendant brought those emerald eyes into view. Slender, well manicured fingers took the drink from the attendant. A soft, smoky, husky tone replied.

“Thank you.”


“Can I get you anything else?”

Feminine lips curled slightly in humor.

“No, thank you. I’m fine.”

A sip of her drink was taken before she settled back into the luxury of her chair in the dimmed cabin light. His features were imprinted on her brain. He was hardly a man that a woman ignored. She chose to. She had caught a glimpse of a young lady on the laptop screen just before she sat down next to him. His niece. A perfect opening gambit IF she had been of mind to be chatty. She wasn’t. Instead, her eyes closed again. Now and then she would open them to take a sip from the glass on her tray. All the while, she was making mental notes of his person. Little things. Little things that could make a difference when the time came. Little things that could make completion of the contract smoother.

 

[LordUsagi]

Normally it was natural for Andrew to be observant. He always took note of those around him, planned escape routes and knew every possible exit. But today he was not observant, he no longer needed to be, he was retiring and was on a plane. Any escape route was likely to be more dangerous than staying put and he had already assessed all the people in first class. His assessment had been that the most dangerous person in first class was the blond flight attendant. She was pretty enough, with a figure to match to seduce any of the single male passengers, and probably most of the ones with their partners as well. It also helped that in her job she was expected to be friendly and pleasant, that allowed her to be flirty with the ones who were friendly back, if she so chose too.

Andrew had already witnessed this. She had targeted him from the minute he sat down on the plan. After he had ‘saved’ the passenger next to him, she must have thought he was a doctor or something. Her friendliness had become flirting, that had become quite obvious in the private moments. If he played his cards right Andrew knew he could pick up the woman he figured was about 20 years his junior.

Then he noticed the emerald clad red haired vixen that was shown to the seat next to him. She would have been hard to miss as everything about her oozed grace and sexuality. And then he paid attention. She was obviously well off; the Emerald Pendant that swung delicately between her breasts was an indicator. He observed her out the corner of his eye as she gracefully sat down. He noticed the drink she ordered and the sly smile when the same blond attendant that had been intent on Andrew suddenly paid attention to the busty red head.

Well Fiona always complains that I never meet new girls, he thought to himself.

His niece was very sweet, but obviously worried that he was lonely. She didn’t know the truth about him. Didn’t know the reason he kept his distance from people and she didn’t know that he was not always alone, he had companionship, just usually paid for with no strings attached. It was funny how many of these professional women almost viewed it as dating the handsome dark featured man. His hair was a dark brown and kept neat and short, a remnant of his military day. His steel blue eyes could show both intensity and humour at the same time. He could entertain them with stories and his knowledge was vast. But mostly he was generous and a skilled lover (for those he chose to bed) that made them think he was the escort.

Andrew waved a hand to catch an attendants’ attention. The pretty blond hostess was quick to respond, which was not what he wanted. But he figured she would have to learn to live with a bit of competition for his attentions.

“What can I do for you sir,” she said leaning over as far as possible as not to be too obvious.

Andrew’s grin was easily noticeable, “can you bring me a whiskey and soda water, separate glasses, ice in both.”

He also slipped her a small piece of paper with a message.

Please bring the red-head woman next to me another drink (say it is from me)

The attendant took the message and glided off to get his drink.

Andrew watched her go, admiring the young behind as it swayed, and when she saw the not and looked back at him disappointed, he smiled and mouthed the word ‘Later’

“Excuse me,” he turned to Kat, “would you mind telling the hostess thanks when she brings my drinks, I am just going to freshen up a bit."

It was still dim in the cabin so he couldn’t make out her features fully, but he knew she was awake because of her occasional sipping of her drink.

He did not wait for her reply before standing and leaving his tablet on his table headed off to the first class rest room. He wanted to look back, to see her reaction but though it best to stay mysterious.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Excuse me, would you mind telling the hostess thanks when she brings my drinks, I am just going to freshen up a bit."

Andrew Munro. Got his coffee from the same shop every day. Boarded the same bus for work. Worked for a high end software company. He had a married sister, both of whom are deceased. Died in a car crash. He took it upon himself to look after their only child, his niece. Andrew Munro. Her target.

Kat sat up straighter, as the man swept by her. Sometimes, habits were a hard thing to break. In her line of work, they could get her killed. However, Kat figured, in this plane, surrounded as she was, it was a pretty easy bet she was safe. Still, she never let her guard down. After Munro left, she settled more comfortably, fingers loosely wrapped around her glass. She was lightly snoozing when the flight attendant brought her a fresh drink.

“I didn’t ask for---“

“No Ma’am, you didn’t. The gentleman beside you ordered it for you.”

The attendant smiled. The look in her eyes was envious. If the little interaction between her and Munro was anything to go by, the pretty little blonde wouldn’t be so envious for long. Kat gave the woman a half smile before handing her the near empty glass and taking the new one. She lifted it in a small mocking salute to the blonde before taking a sip.

“The gentleman said to tell you, thank you.”

Kat closed her eyes again. The attendant took the hint and walked past. Straight back to the washrooms and knocked on one of the doors. A moment later, Kat opened her eyes and found herself staring at his laptop. She quickly looked over her shoulder and saw the busty blonde at the bathroom door. Turning back around, Kat speculatively eyed his laptop again. Now was not a good time but she’d make some. Soon. Her plan was to get to know Mr. Munro a better once they got to Scotland. However, she could use this unwanted opportunity to lay the groundwork for that. The pad of her thumb idly brushed over the rim of her glass as she wondered if the blonde was going to use their airspace time to fuck him. Men were so much easier to get things out of after they were freshly fucked. Their guard was down. They became somewhat lethargic. Talk became easy. Maybe she should encourage the blondie. Another quick glance over her shoulder showed that the woman probably didn’t need any encouragement. No, Kat decided to bide her time. A good assassin always did.

 

[LordUsagi]

Andrew Munro stared at the woman in front of him, he was a little confused about it all. He had used the opportunity to have an excuse to get the red haired woman sitting next to him's attention. And now this happened.

"I am on a break now."
That was a hint if ever Andrew had heard one, her coy smile, the constant gazing around, it all pointed to what he had jokingly wished for when she had shown him to his seat.

He looked at her, stared, what would the red haired woman think.
Couldn't very well introduce himself after this. He couldn't believe it, here he had the chance to live one of most men's fantasies, and he was worried about a woman who had ignored every opportunity to speak to him.

This attendant was so young, well a lot younger than him, but pretty no doubt. What the hell, maybe the woman next to him would think he had been ill.
Andrew stepped aside. He didn't invite her in, but gave her the choice. The flight attendant looked around briefly then slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, with a glorious smile.

"I only have about 20 minutes, and no mucking my makeup."

Andrew shrugged, the thrill was kind of exhilarating and he doubted he would last past five.

Fifteen minutes later the blond attendant stepped out of the bathroom. She had been well prepared so there had been no mess, and she had even touched up her makeup. It had been the epitome of a quickie, minimal foreplay, no kissing and she hadn't touched his penis with anything but her hand prior to penetration. Andrew had been shocked when she took out the condom, not because he had objected, but just that it was like this was a regular occurrence for her. He had felt a little used, least the ladies he usually 'dated' got paid for their efforts.

But still it would make a good story for the guys back at the office. He could even embellish it a bit, add in the redhead, and they would believe him. But he wouldn't do that. Everyone knew Andrew as a stand-up guy, because he was. He may actually eliminate the enemies of Her Majesties Government, and they were usually very bad people, but still he was honest.

A little later Andrew stepped out of the bathroom, a smug expression and a little spring in his step. He walked back to his seat, managed to avoid looking at the woman next to him, and sat down with a sigh. The only other sound that came from his chair was the clink of melting ice as he sipped his drink.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Mr. Munro retook his seat some time later and Kat smirked against the rim of her glass. One might have thought he had some intestinal trouble if it hadn’t been for the fact that she had seen the little blonde attendant join him in the restroom.

Horny bastard. Willing to take an opportunity to dip his cock.

She added that mental note to her stored information about him. Kat didn’t miss that smug little expression on his face that he didn’t try to hide or that subtle little spring in his step either. She merely settled back into her seat and when the little blonde slut came by, Kat stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm.

“Is there something I can do for you, Miss?”

If Kat had been into women, she might have been tempted to find out how big of a wanton slut the blonde was, but she wasn’t. Instead, she held up her empty glass.

“A refill?”

“No thank you. That’ll be all.”

When the attendant left, Kat closed her eyes, her hands sitting idly in her lap and was quiet for several long beats.

“Thank you for the drink. That was kind of you.”

Her voice was low, melodious and lazy, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. She wasn’t looking to make conversation either. The man obviously had noticed her or why bother buying her a drink? Though this was not the way she would have chosen for their first contact, it had happened so she’d make the most of it, by doing nothing. She wasn’t going to take an interest in the man, not at this time. They’d be running into each other again at the hotel. She had made sure of that. If he had a smug expression on his face after a quick dip of his wick into the blonde…. The corner of her lips quirked as she pressed her head back into the head rest of her chair, uncrossed and recrossed her slender legs. Her eyes remained resolutely closed. Her traveling companion was unaware of the fact that she was sitting there plotting his demise. The Black Widow some in her circles called her. Others, the Ice Queen. It often amused Kat. She was a woman. She used her assets. It made her successful. She had learned long ago that a seductive redheaded temptress made a man forget to think, especially with his cock shoved down her throat. It was ideal. They never suspected nor saw it coming. Besides, if she didn’t make her work entertaining, she’d get bored rather quickly with it. Most of her marks had been rather good lovers. She had enjoyed them fully before they died. Andrew Munro wasn’t going to be any different.

 

[LordUsagi]

He looked at her, now feeling a little embarrassed about what he had just transpired in the washroom. Somehow knowing that she probably suspected took some of the exhilaration out of his first encounter of such nature. If he had an erection (though he did have a reasonable recovery time) he could imagine it flagging fast.

"It was only a pleasure," he snapped out of his thoughts and smiled. "No matter the situation one should always treat a beautiful woman."

Should he lie to her and say that he was feeling under the weather, or maybe make some excuse about the hostess wanting to talk to him about the drink he ordered for her. A silly precaution just in case she had noticed them conversing outside the door. Why did he care what this woman felt about him, he did not know her, but still she was beautiful and intriguing and perhaps company on the flight.

"I am Andrew by the way," he offered her his hand.

"An unmarried software engineer, going to visit my niece in Scotland."

That would dispel any thoughts that what he may have done was too wrong, if she suspected.

"Tell me, have you ever had a date on a plane?"

That would be an ice-breaker if ever there was one. She made his thoughts jump around and he wasn't sure why he was even going this route. Perhaps the recent flow of endorphins had altered his usual cautious state of mind. But still it was a charming he thought.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"It was only a pleasure. No matter the situation one should always treat a beautiful woman. I am Andrew by the way, an unmarried software engineer, going to visit my niece in Scotland.”

Fuck. He wanted to be social. Twisting slightly in her chair towards him, she extended her right hand, over her left, the one holding her glass, offering it to him. Her mind was quietly dissecting how to use this opportunity to her advantage.

“Katerina.”

She was about to say something when he spoke again.

"Tell me, have you ever had a date on a plane?"

Her brow elevated slightly.

“A date? On a plane? What do you mean?”

She allowed a brief pause to ensue, then continued.

“Or do you mean,” a sly grin crossed her lips, “a date in the washroom? Once wasn’t enough for you?”

That had been rather naughty of her but she couldn’t resist. It was her way of telling him that she knew what he had been doing. Kat turned her head forward again, the grin still on her lips as she lifted the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the whiskey within it. She had no intention of fucking him in the plane. Well, her eyes turned back in his direction, skimming over him, not yet at least. She hadn’t completely ruled the idea out. Kat needed to integrate herself with him before he could start his vacation with his daughter. This wasn’t the opportunity she was looking for, but maybe it was a better one after all.

 

[LordUsagi]

a date in the washroom? Once wasn’t enough for you?

He balked and spilled his drink on his shirt as the words slapped his ears like an explosion. He shouldn't have been as shocked because he had suspected she knew, but still his mind raced as how to handle the situation. Should he deny her accusation or make a joke of it. It could be a bold joke about his prowess, and it would be the truth, but instead he decided to combine that with his original intention.

Leaning across the divide between them to whisper in her ear, he placed his hand intentionally on her arm.

"Between you and me Katerina, I could go again if the right woman offered."

He removed his hand and straightened slightly, though his voice was still nothing more than a whisper close to her cheek.

"But, what I meant was watching the inn flight movie together. There is bound to be a romantic comedy," he grinned, "and we can watch it without sound and make our own story."

Andrew had always been a bit of a nervous flyer, which was strange for one who travelled so much and alcohol always seemed to affect him more than usual on a plane.

Looking down at his wet shirt he frowned, "I better take care of this first."

He stood and headed to the washroom.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She leaned to the far side of her seat as his drink sloshed over the front of his shirt. She didn’t even try to conceal her amusement from him. The grin on her lips faded as he leaned into her personal space and whispered in her ear.

"Between you and me Katerina, I could go again if the right woman offered."

She deliberately stared at his hand, the one on her arm. He didn’t seem fazed, however although, he did remove his hand. He remained slightly bent over in her direction and continued to whisper in her ear.

"But, what I meant was watching the inn flight movie together. There is bound to be a romantic comedy and we can watch it without sound and make our own story."

It took all of her self discipline to not roll her eyes as he straightened up and moved off toward the washroom again. Did he remotely think she was interested in joining him in the tiny restroom? Did she seem like a woman that was looking for “sloppy seconds”? Or that she was going to go for his cheesy proposal about the movie? He had to be out of his mind. This could obviously be a good way to get instilled into his good graces, but Kat simply did not operate that way. Oh, it wasn’t that Kat wasn’t already a member of the Mile High Club, she was always up for a good fuck, in planes or not. In this case, weighing up the potential and the timing, it wasn’t a good idea. So, what was she going to do when he returned from the washroom? A quick glance over her shoulder showed her he was still in the restroom and considering how far that stain spread, she estimated he was going to be in there for a bit yet. He’d have to try and dry it too. He wouldn’t come back with a dripping wet shirt, that’s for sure. Another quick, sly look around and nobody was watching, Kat leaned over the arm of her chair and using her nails, turned his laptop toward her. A picture of his niece graced his desktop. Her eyes scanned the desktop. Damn. Nothing noteworthy. She turned the laptop back around and resettled in her chair comfortably, folding her arms over her chest and closing her eyes. That didn’t mean there wasn’t something useful on his laptop, somewhere. She just had to get the opportunity to search it. Thoroughly.

 

[LordUsagi]

Kat would have been disturbed by the rummaging coming from the seat Andrew was sitting in. The rummaging was caused by the Flight Attendant looking through Andrews carry on luggage bag.

"Ah there it is," she pulled out a neatly folded golf shirt.

While she put the rest of the stuff back into the bag neatly she mumbled to herself.

"This must be the spare shirt he was talking about."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The soft rustle of movement made Kat crack open an eye. It was the blonde flight attendant again. She caught Kat watching her.

"This must be the spare shirt he was talking about."

Kat was amused and merely closed her eye again. The blonde, she assumed, had gone back to the small lavatory to take Andrew a new shirt. From her smug expression, Mr. Munro was going to be offered that opportunity he mentioned before he had left to see to his shirt.

People with a window seat were pulling the blind down over their windows. Smells of food were coming from the galley. Dinner, apparently, was about to be served soon. Kat levered her chair into the upright position with a resigned sigh. Sleep was not going to happen. Maybe after the meal was done, the lights in the cabin dimmed and the movie started up, she could catch a few winks before they landed. Kat stopped another flight attendant, a male one this time, and asked for another drink and one for Mr. Munro too.

“Of course, Miss Stewart. I’ll be back shortly with that for you.”

Kat thanked him politely. Stewart wasn’t her real surname. She never gave that out, of course. There might be a select one or two in the hierarchy of the syndicate she worked for that actually knew it. Anyone else who had access to it, was dead. Strange how that happened. The male attendant returned with the drinks, setting the one for Andrew on his draw down table. The young man handed her, her drink. Their fingers touched briefly in passing. His lingered.

“Here you go, Miss Stewart. Is there anything else I can get you at the moment?”

She let her eyes wander over him as she lifted the glass to her lips. She was tempted. He was young, pleasing on the eyes, but no.

“Thank you, no. I’m good.”

There was a flicker of regret in his eyes before he turned and walked back toward the galley. Perhaps if Andrew hadn’t been on the flight, she would have taken the offer once the lights had dimmed in the main cabin.

She could dally anytime. Right now, she intended to intrigue Andrew Munro.

 

[LordUsagi]

Only a few minutes passed before Andrew returned to his seat. He was deftly fastening the last few buttons on his shirt, but the slightly noticeable bulge in his groin area showed very little had happened behind closed doors.

In fact he had no intention of entertaining or being entertained by the flight attendant again, he was too intrigued by the woman sitting next to him. He had tried to clean off his shirt and realised he was just making a bigger mess. So he had summoned the attendant and asked her to fetch him his spare from his hand luggage. He knew he probably could have gotten it himself but had hoped it would have intrigued the woman next to him. By the time he had received his shirt dinner was ready so the attendant had to rush off to duties before anything else, planned or not, had time to happen.

"Better," he said more to himself as he settled back into his seat.

Noticing the drink on the table he smiled and picked it up. Andrew turned slightly towards Kat and raised his glass.

"Thank you that was very thoughtful of you Katerina."

He did a mock clinking of glasses in the air.

"To meeting new people, and not spilling this one."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Apparently Andrew Munro wasn’t interested in dallying in the loo for a second time. He was back shortly after the blonde female attendant had retrieved his dry, clean shirt.

"Thank you that was very thoughtful of you Katerina."

She turned her head in his direction and smiled.

"To meeting new people, and not spilling this one."

She held up her own glass slightly.

“To new people. You know… there’s a trick to that. Not spilling that is,” she leaned slightly toward him, “you don’t let people get under your skin.”

The movie started. It was an action film.

“Looks like our movie is starting. I like the actor in this one. He’s silent but deadly.”

Kat took a sip of her drink then gave a brief glance at her wristwatch. Twelve more hours until they landed. She settled in to watch the movie or look like she was. Her thoughts were partly on how she was going to get Mr. Munro into bed. Sex made men relax around her. Kat caught a glimpse of his profile from the corner of her eye. Hopefully, he wasn’t going to be any different.

 

[LordUsagi]

Andrew smiled, don't let them get under your skin. He felt as if maybe he had struck a little nerve with her, a good nerve that being said. She may not have responded favourably to his talk of haggling a romantic movie with him, but she definitely seemed interested in discussing the latest action blockbuster that was about to show.

And he could not help reaction to her presence as she leaned in close. Her fragrance was noticeable but not over powering. It was subtle enough that one would notice it in a crowded room if she was close to you, but not so blatant as to be sniffed from across an empty room. A dipping of his eyes slightly allowed him to focus in on her breasts. The cut of her sweater did little to hide what he considered to be a decent pair. He didn't want to linger too long, and give the game away, but he couldn't help noticing the large jewel nestled so lovingly between her perfect mounds.

That seems a little strange. He wondered why she had not been in first class to begin with. An interesting mystery to solve, and one that could make the journey more enjoyable.

He was also sure he had caught her looking at him briefly. That in itself was not uncommon, people usually observed those around them when in an enclosed environment. There wasn't much else for them to do. But the slight smile he had noticed, either she found him appealing, interesting or she was just smirking at his failed efforts with the flight attendant.

"Well that is good, I like the lead actress in this one, though it is unfair to call her a lead, all she will probably do is swoon at your silent hero and inspire him with her body. Kind of unfair when you think that out of the two of them she has received much more recognition for acting."

He turned to look at her, a smile cracking his lips.
"And why is it that girls always like the silent broody type. I know that if I was going to be killed I would much prefer the perpetrator made a joke of it, or at least was pleasant. But a silent killer, that's no fun. Bang and in my last moment I ask why, and all I get as an answer is silence because my assassin's mom didn't hug him enough."

He chuckled softly at the thought.

"Wouldn't it be much nicer if he explained that he had to take the job because his kid had just been accepted to a very good university and tuition was a killer. I don't want my son to grow up to be like me, I want him to be a civil engineer like he always wanted."

Subconsciously he squeezed her leg just above the knee, as if emphasising a point.

"Or maybe a beautiful woman killer," he smiled at her.
"Well mister Bond," speaking now in a Russian English accent, "at least you got a big bang last night to sooth this little one."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Well that is good, I like the lead actress in this one, though it is unfair to call her a lead, all she will probably do is swoon at your silent hero and inspire him with her body. Kind of unfair when you think that out of the two of them she has received much more recognition for acting."

“I think that’s an unfair assessment. A good leading man always makes his leading lady look good and vice versa, she strives to make him look good. I think it really depends on who the story is based more strongly on, him or her. Then the other would play to them. Besides, beautiful women always seem to draw more of the media’s attention. It’s not fair, but what in life is?”

His head turned toward her, eyes finding her own.

"And why is it that girls always like the silent broody type. I know that if I was going to be killed I would much prefer the perpetrator made a joke of it, or at least was pleasant. But a silent killer, that's no fun. Bang and in my last moment I ask why, and all I get as an answer is silence because my assassin's mom didn't hug him enough."

Her brow arched slightly, choosing to remain silent for a moment while she sipped from her drink.

“Perhaps the killer wishes to watch, fascinated, as your life force passes from your body. Perhaps, in some small way, it is a small sign of respect for that life. Not your life, per se, but life in general. But tell me, how did we ever get on the topic of dying? How morose of us. This is a comedy I believe.”

Still, he continued.

"Or maybe a beautiful woman killer. Well, Mister Bond, at least you got a big bang last night to sooth this little one."

He faked a Russian accent. It wasn’t too bad either. He made her smile. Leaning closer, she whispered.

“The little death becoming the greater one, hm? Not altogether a bad way to go if you think about it.”

Kat sat back in her seat. The little smile still playing across her lips as she watched the people on the screen.

 

[LordUsagi]

"Yes...I would agree, very morose topic of conversation, death and killing that is."
He grinned, "not beautiful women, whether they give you the little death or the large one."

He was sure she had caught his wandering eyes as she had leaned close o whisper to him, just as he had caught her little smile when she had sat back in her chair. She hadn't seemed to mind his hand on her leg, so he left it there a while longer. Turning slightly he observed her while his fingers softly caressed her leg through the slacks she wore.

He was beginning to regret having been so eager to dally with the flight attendant, now that his neighbour was warming to him.

"Perhaps," he leaned a little closer to her, "we can find a more enjoyable topic of conversation than our previous one."