I straddled him and pulled my panties to the side so that the tip of his penis was just entering me when I cut his throat. He let out a pitiful moan and blood spattered in a thick projectile, hitting my bare breasts. We were in a private booth at a strip club that I, as an assassin, had infiltrated under the guise of an exotic dancer, one who takes extra good care of her customers for a few dollars more. The now dead man, my assignment, was Hasim al Fadji, known human trafficker and terrorist for hire. I felt his penis slowly go limp as life left him.
My name is Eva Vanellus, called the Honeybee by my employer, top secret anti-terrorist organization H.O.R.N.Y, an acronym whose meaning is unknown even to me. I am an extremely competent killing machine trained in judo, karate, Burmese boxing and fencing. I am a master marksman, fluent in seven languages, and initiated into all the arts of lovemaking by the Order of the Peach Sisters in Tokyo and by The Putang M.A.F.I.A in Manila, two elite and ancient organizations of full-fledged luxury escorts and professional assassins. Not so long ago I was an ordinary office girl but one night my life changed forever when I broke up with my boyfriend who went crazy with jealousy and raped and nearly beat the life out of me. Dear Johnny.
Samuel Larry, top agent of H.O.R.N.Y who had read about me in the papers picked me up from the hospital, or abducted more like. I was from that moment under the supervision of the organization. Using sophisticated new technology, top notch scientists, who deviated from the usual ethical path had, while I was still in a coma, through high tech implants and quantum impulses turned me into a super spy and cold-blooded killer. To test my abilities, as soon as I was on my feet, they let me into a room together with my ex-boyfriend, whom they had brought directly from the pen. He looked at me in wild surprise and without even thinking I flew at him with a series of deadly karate kicks, I didn't until then know I mastered. He was dead after thirty seconds and after four minutes they came in and stopped me, by then what had recently been a virile and strong man was now an unrecognizable pile of minced meat on a cold sterile floor. It felt good. From that moment there was no turning back, I was now an international assassin, anti-terrorist expert and luxury escort, sometimes, but not always, all three at the same time.
I felt Hasim Al Fadji's blood slowly trickle down my chest, I closed my eyes and my nipples stiffened. All bodily fluids a man could expel had their erotic charm, even blood. I regretted not letting him fuck me before the hit but there was no time for that, I would have to take care of myself later when the mission was complete. I had been instructed to search for a strip of nano-film that would be implanted somewhere in his body. Usually above the neck. At worst inside his brain. That could get messy. I started, against my better judgment, by using a razor to cut open his tongue. Nothing. A pity on such a delicious tongue. I cut open the wings of his nose, nothing there either. Finally, the eyes. By the second eye I hit the jackpot. I cut it open with a surgical incision and saw an almost microscopic vial containing the microfilm inside. I ripped out his eyeball to get to the ampoule more easily. Flop, now he really wasn't that handsome to look at, poor thing. I removed what I had came for and tossed the eye on the floor. The room was certainly not a pretty sight. Splatter everywhere. I had to put a towel by the crack of the door while I got ready so that the blood wouldn't run out into the hall. Luckily, I was only wearing a pair of panties and my clothes hung spotless on a hook on the wall. I grabbed a bundle of wet wipes that was in a box on the table next to the black leather armchair I was currently leaning over my victim in.. I stood up and began to wash off the parts of my body that would be visible once I was fully dressed . I put some make up on, fixed my hair and swallowed the ampoule, to be sure. Before I opened the door, I stepped on the eye on the floor. Just for fun. A most pleasant sound arose.
I opened the door ajar and cautiously looked around. No tricks in sight. They would not pose a threat by themselves, but they could be nosey and somehow alert al Fadji's guards below. They would probably wonder why I had entered the stall with their boss and exited alone. I had expected that. I went out into the hall and locked the door, which was just an ordinary bathroom door, from the outside and walked through the red-lit, latex-smelling corridors lined with porno booths. I went downstairs, into the club area and tried to sneak past the arab’s Hajduks, who were sitting by some tables in front of the stage, glumly watching a lunchtime dance performed by an emaciated girl who looked far too young. One of the guards recognized me as the chick his master had gone for a private dance with. He called the attention of his colleagues, stood up and walked towards me.
"Hey there" he said with a noticeable Middle Eastern accent "why you coming alone, where is man you left with?" “Oh, he needed a moment to get ready. I couldn't wait for him, time is money you know?” He looked at me suspiciously and said "Come with me to where you were and show me now." "Just go up the stairs and to the right. Fourth door.” I lied. "You come with me now and show." he said and gripped my wrist.. "Okay okay daddy." I showed him the, up the stairs and to the right. Take some really deep breaths now Mohammed , I thought, because these will be your last. “Here it is” I said. He knocked but got no answer. "The door is insulated. He doesn't hear anything” I said. Fortunately, he was too stupid to notice that the door was made of cardboard. He looked at me worriedly, afraid to anger his master if he opened the door unannounced. "Open it" I said.
He plucked up some courage and opened the door. Surprised, and belatedly, he realized the booth was empty and just as he was about to turn around, I brought my manicured hand up from the right in a flash and pushed a fingernail under his eyeball and ripped it out. He started to fight wildly but before he could scream I pulled the razor that I had hidden in my bra and cut his throat. For the second time in one evening, I had taken a man out in a aesthetically pleasing way. Before the stupid fuck could fall to the floor, I pushed his body so that it fell into the booth with the help of gravity, then I shut the door. Some poor cleaning lady was going to have a very busy evening. This was no time to go out the same way I had come and risk a confrontation with the rest of the guards. Luckily, there was a another way out, that I should have taken right from the start. Confidence and foolhardiness will one day be my downfall. At the bottom of a dark corridor a bright fluorescent light shone from a door ajar. Inside was the owner's office and there was a fire escape. I hoped no one would be in there. Now that I had blood on my hands, clearly visible. I walked slowly down the hall so as not to attract attention, but not too slowly. Soon the gorillas down under would wonder where their friend had gone. Once at the door, I peeked in cautiously. Directly in front of me placed on an ergonomic office chair sat the owner, a pale and fat man in his 60's with silly, childlike, features and an outdated Hawaiian shirt, below his waist a girl whose head bobbed up and down. He moaned and his eyes were closed so he couldn’t see me. Would it be a hat trick? Another throat slice? I decided to try to sneak past. After all, I am a master of ninjitsu. Silently and purposefully, I moved towards the window and since it was already open a bit, I was able to silently pull the rest of it up. The owner was too wrapped up in the narcotic fumes of pleasure to notice anything. I climbed out. When I turned around, I saw that the girl had caught sight of me, our eyes met. I put my index finger to my mouth and silently worded, be quiet. She kept on sucking.
I can not express how much I love this. H.O.R.N.Y is so funny to me. Pulp must reign supreme.
...an acronym whose meaning is unknown even to me...what a way to set the tone. :)