"The Equalizer"

[ToniTaylor]

"The Equalizer"​

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Toni Taylor slipped off the jacket of her skirt suit as she entered the penthouse. She let it fall to the floor without care as she continued onward. The skirt and fitted blouse hugged her 5'10", 36D-26-34 frame as if a second skin. Her casual walk through the room highlighted her hour glass figure and long, athletic legs. Her hips and buttocks danced slowly ahead of the John following behind, his lips wide with appreciation.

"Beautiful," he purred from behind her. "And I'm not talking about the city."

The city he spoke of was Manhattan. The penthouse's far wall was glass from floor to ceiling. And the magnificent late evening skyline was lit up beyond them as far as the eye could see. Toni had always loved working New York. So much to see. So much to do. So much money to be made. She turned to the man. She began unbuttoning her blouse. The wide lapels and plunging neck line gave hints of what he'd paid for. The black, lacy bra boosted her D cups, creating dramatic cleavage. He growled softly

Toni reached to a hip and lowered her skirt's zipper. It fell away from her hips to gather about her ankles. A tiny triangle of lacy, black cloth remained at the junction of her thighs. His gaze lowered as expected. Toni gave him a moment to appreciate the view.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," she said. She turned away, offering a view of her backside. There was so much more offered for view, of course. Toni's firm pear shaped ass danced again as she ventured away. She said over her shoulder, "My purse is on your entry table."

Her client watched Toni until she'd disappeared into the bathroom. He moved to the entry table. From his money clip, he selected ten $100 bills and slipped them under the call girl's purse. It was only the start, likely. He'd been told she was the best. He'd probably be pulling out his money clip again at the end of their night together.

The sound of her heels nearing so soon was a pleasant surprise. He turned, expecting to find her in a state of near or total nudity. Instead, she was still wearing the top half of her ensemble as before. And brandishing a silenced pistol.

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"What--!" he began, then stopped. "Where did--!"

This didn't make any sense to him. The escort had walked through a metal detector at the end of the hall after exiting the elevator. And the bodyguard still outside the door had conducted a full body frisking of the curvy woman. She couldn't have gotten the weapon into the penthouse. And no one other than his people were ever alone in his New York home.

"Who are you?" he demanded, as if it was he holding the weapon. "What do you want?"

"Let's move around to your desk, shall we?" she asked, leveling the weapon at his chest. "You have some work to do at your computer."

He glanced away from her toward the door.

"Go ahead, call for help," she said. When he only stared at her, Toni drew in a deep breath. She found it humorous that now, with a gun pointed at him, the man still glanced at her expanding bosom. She screamed at the top of her lungs, then drew a couple of relaxing breaths. She pointed a long finger toward the tailoring at her narrow waist. "The fabric is soaked with an anesthetic that soaks into the skin. Enters the blood stream. Usually takes about--"

There was a friction sound on the far side of the door. A loud thud followed as 250 pounds of bad ass bodyguard hit the floor.

"Why do you think I told him to check me for a weapon there again?" Toni asked. "'cause I enjoyed the feel of his hands on me?"

When the client didn't immediately move as suggested earlier, Toni lowered the pistol's aim to his groin. His eyes widened, and he probably thought another threat was coming. Instead, Toni pulled the trigger. Despite the popular belief that a silenced gun was silent, there was still a significant amount of noise: the explosion of the gun powder, the metal on metal of the weapon's slide, the spent casing dancing across the marble floor. It was, of course, far quieter than it would have been without the suppressor. But it was hardly silent.

The man leaped, grasped at his groin, and cried out, mostly in surprise. It only took him a moment to realize he hadn't been shot. The sound of the gun, shock wave of the bullet passing the family jewels, and his perception of having been shot had been enough to panic him. His cock and gonads weren't slattered all over the tile, though. Instead, he found a hole through the crotch of his $5,000 suit.

She repeated, "Let's move around to your desk and your computer. Shall we?"



Toni stood behind him while he typed and swiped at his laptop. It took just over ten minutes. The end of the silencer had never left his spine. When he was done, he was $5.5 million dollars poorer. It was only a dent in his almost billion dollar worth. But it was what he'd owed, plus interest and penalty. Toni pressed a speed dial number on her cell phone. A male voice answered by simply saying, "Got it all."

"Take a couple of days off," she spoke before pocketing the phone again. She leaned over to close and take possession of the laptop. As the man looked into her eyes, Toni said, "Angela Garcia thanks you."

She backed away and headed around the desk toward the skirt still laying on the floor. Her gaze never left the man, watching for his reaction to the name. In the meantime, Toni told him, "I'm going to leave now. And you're going to let me. If you try anything--"

"The pretty redhead, with the great tits," he said when he recalled the mentioned name. Feeling bold, he glanced to Toni's bosom, adding, "Like yours. By the way, I paid to see those."

Toni just smiled. She set the laptop aside, then set the handgun atop it. Her gaze left him for the first time as she retrieved and began donning her skirt.

"Oh!" he continued, feigning surprised recognition. "Angela Garcia. Isn't she the woman who sued one of my companies. Had two husbands, didn't she?"

Toni looked up, glaring.

"Oh wait!" he continued. He leaned forward, resting his weight upon his desk on locked elbow. "It was one husband. But, in two pieces. Tragic accident."

There was no sorrow in his tone. Toni responded as she zipped up, "Your company was responsible for that accident."

"A jury said otherwise."

"A jury you bought and blackmailed into--"

"Prove it." he snapped. Then, for good measure, he added, "You cunt whore."

He pressed a hidden button under the edge of his desk. In a flash, a cover flew open and a semi-automatic pistol rose on a lever before him. He knew that the safety was off and a round was in the chamber. Without hesitation, he pointed the weapon and pulled trigger. There was a metallic click. His eyes widened, and he pulled the trigger again, then again. Still, click, click.

He quickly inspected the weapon. He checked the chamber, pulled the clip, slapped it back in again, pulled the trigger. Click. It was only then that he realized Toni had again retrieved her weapon. She casually leveled it at him and pulled the trigger. The round penetrated his forehead. It was a relatively small caliber: it split into pieces, scrambling his brain without exiting his skull. He was dead before he hit the floor.



"I can't believe this," Angela Barnes said, staring at the cashier's check for $4 million. "This isn't real. Is it?"

"It's real," Laura told her happily. "When you get settled, you open a bank account and deposit this."

"How do I explain this?" she asked with obvious concern.

"Be honest," Toni replied. "It's an insurance settlement. For your husband's accidental death."

Angela began crying tears of relief and joy.

"New identity," Toni continued. She set out a manila envelope and the key to the car in which Angela's son was napping. "Passport, birth certificates, driver's license. Tank's full. Prepaid VISA card in the glove box with a thousand dollars on it. Use it for fuel, snacks, motels. Drive west until you can drive west no more."

"I've never, seen the ocean," Angela said between sobs. "I don't know how you did this. But thank you. I'll never be able to repay you."

"You will," Toni said. When Angela looked up from the elements of her new life, Toni said with an expectant tone, "One day, I may need your help."

Angela sobbed and surged forth to throw her arms around Toni's neck. "Ask, and I'll be there. Promise!"

They concluded their farewells. Toni watched the car until it disappeared into the typically thick Manhattan traffic. She stood and crossed the cobblestone path surrounding the fountain area. Without invitation, she dropped into a seat opposite a chess board from a man a bit younger than she herself. She'd caught him ogling her before Angela's arrival.

"I have a room nearby," she said, beginning to move the pieces to their starting positions. "Beat me, and I'm yours for the rest of the day. To do with as you please."

His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open a bit. Then he smiled. "And, if I lose?"

Her lips widened and parted to reveal her perfect, white smile. "Then you're mine."

"And--" he began.

But Angela interrupted, "To do with you as I please."

He chuckled. "Sounds like I can't lose."

"You can, she said. Her tone was part sexual suggestiveness, part threat. When he just stared, she smiled again. She asked, "So. Are we playing?"



Toni looked to her laptop at a familiar tone. The image from a motion-activated security camera showed a man cautiously entering the front door of her beach house. He looked about nervously, then continued onward into the house. As he left the view of one camera, the view from the next one to be activated took its place. A moment later, the man emerged onto the deck. His gaze swept the deck area, eventually finding Toni in one of the many chaise lounges. His eyes widened.

Toni was sunbathing in the raw. She casually lifted a towel from a nearby glass table, revealing a handgun and then concealing her most personal of womanly areas. She gestured him forward, smiling. "Sorry. I forget you're shy."

"It's not about being shy," he said as he neared her. He tried but failed to keep his gaze from her shapely figure. He reached down to conspicuously rearrange his stiffening penis. "It's about the sudden, southern rush of blood. With a cock my size, I could pass out from the lack of blood to my brain."

By the time he sat, Toni was laughing loudly. "In your dreams."

"You're my boss, you know," he said, heading toward her, "so, this could be considered sexual harassment?"

"Have I demanded sex from you, Paul?" she asked as he set out and opened the briefcase he'd carried in.

"No! And I'm very upset about that!" he exclaimed. He spun the case to reveal a small fortune: bundles of new and used twenties, fifties, and hundreds in paper wraps from six different banks. "Am I not worthy of being harassed?"

"Would you rather have this?" Toni asked, lifting and flapping a bundle before him. She lifted the towel. "Or this?"

"Not fair," Paul said, looking at his boss's perfectly bare groin. He then looked at the money, then the nearby gun. "If I answer the money and offend you. You have to admit, you have a tendency of shooting people who offend you."

She laughed, standing to don a long, thin robe. She, too, looked back to the money. "How'd we do?"

He was still getting over the show but answered, "After operational costs, bribes, your hacker's cut, my cut, and such forth, your cut is just short 800 grand."

"Spread half of it as usual," Toni instructed. Dating back to her days in the CIA, Toni had laundered money through legitimate businesses. Following her government service, most of her current laundries were businesses owned by people like Angela Garcia. Their gratitude for her services was without question. Plus, they profited from a cut of the laundered money. So, win-win. "Put $90,000 in my person accounts."

"And the rest?"

Toni turned her cell phone to Paul and tapped the icon for her contact list. A woman's name appeared with her Fund Me account information. "Give it to her."

"Who is she?" he asked, snatching up the phone to forward the Contact Card to his own phone.

"Just someone who needs help."

He finished, then looked to his boss. "I don't under you sometimes, Toni. You take these risks. You take all this money from bad people. Then, you just give it away."

"We don't do this for personal gain, Paul."

"Maybe you don't," he laughed. "I have a mortgage. Alimony, times two. Child support, times five!"

"Stop sticking your cock in ovulating women," she laughed. She glanced at the manila envelope in the top of the briefcase. "Who's next?"

Paul pulled out the envelope and began explaining the job. Toni listened as she walked closer to the pool. When she'd heard enough, she said, "Set it up. We'll start tomorrow."

She dropped the robe, revealing her backside. She peeked over her shoulder, smirking evilly. "Wanna be sexual harassed?"

Paul laughed, staring at Toni's fine ass. "Thanks, but no. The last guy to enjoy that took a bullet in his brain."

"No, a queen to his asshole," she said, recalling the man in the park. She didn't explain. Instead, just before diving in to swim her morning laps, she only added, "And he enjoyed it."