"She's a Killer" (closed)

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"She's a Killer"

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Nadia sprung into the air off the end of the diving board, performed a jackknife dive with the skill of an Olympian, and entered the deep end of the pool with barely a splash. She arched her back and curled upward, then swam toward the distant end of the pool underwater with a powerful breast stroke. She emerged from the water wearing only her bikini bottoms. (GIF)

She was a beautiful woman with a sexy body. People had been telling her that since her early teens. Puberty had dramatically exploded her previously boyish body with delicious womanly curves. At 32 years of age and 126 pounds, she stood 5'9" and measured out at 34C-26-34. She wasn't just a nice bod', though. Beneath her well tanned, flawless skin was a very strong, muscular frame. Sometimes, when she moved or twisted or stood just right, those muscles revealed themselves.

She gently dabbed a towel over her upper body, removing most of the droplets clinging to her. Stepping into her modest wedge heels and wrapping a chiffon shawl over her shoulders, she crossed the deck toward a glass table. Atop it sat one of the tools of her industry. (GIF.) The rifle that fired a .300 Winchester Magnum bullet wasn't the largest of calibers in her armory. But it was all she would need for the job she was now negotiating.

Nadia glanced from the weapon to the man sitting nearby. She pulled the shawl over her breasts only after she stepped up close enough to offer her hand to him. Not that it really mattered, of course. Her large, reddish-brown nipples remained visible through the sheer, chiffon material.

"Nadia Russo," she introduced herself. She held his hand softly until he'd introduced himself. Nadia wondered whether the name given was his real name. Again, not that it really mattered. She would have her people investigate him thoroughly if they decided to do business together. "Nice to meet you."

She looked up to find Gloria heading their way with drinks on a tray. One might have thought Gloria a servant. But she was far more than that. She was at various times maid, house manager, driver, body guard, undercover investigator, and more. She'd even served as sexual servant when Nadia had needed a client entertained.

Gloria deposited the drinks and some hors d'oeuvres, then departed. Nadia sat opposite the rifle from the man, crossing one long leg over the knee of the other.
She sipped at her drink as she studied the man. He was a good looking man; very fuckable. But, Nadia rarely mixed business with pleasure until after the job was done.

"Welcome to Naples," she began, sipping her drink again. "Why don't you tell me about this job."

Nadia never spoke details of a potential job with people she didn't know. She wasn't exactly unknown as an assassin. The Authorities from several countries, as well as Interpol, had tried to pin killings on her over her 11 years as a professional assassin. And when they didn't have a murder to pin on her, they'd tried to entrap her by offering fictitious contracts. She'd avoided their traps thus far.

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