Prologue
Darkness surrounded her like a warm, soft blanket. It was as familiar to her as the metal asp in its case on her belt or the Sig-sauer 9 millimeter that was held so casually in her hand. She blended with the darkness, the slate gray of her pants and turtleneck became part of the shadow and hid her from sight of the two that she watched.
Of course, they didn't really watch for her. Caitlyn smiled wryly as she listened to the grunts and moans that came from the open patio French doors. She doubted they would hear her even if she stomped up to them right now.
"Oh you fucking slut, you're so God damned tight."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes as the noises and the smells of sex enveloped her and created a little spurt of longing inside of her. When was the last time she'd had a night off? Shit, when was the last time she'd actually had a date?
"Take it bitch, take it all. You like it don't you? Don't you, slut?"
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and wet sloshing sounds got louder and Caitlyn turned and looked into the side panel of the doors eve as she kept her body in the shadow.
Her target was huge, six feet five inches at least with shoulders that would argue with door frames. She'd read his stats, knew his background, but seeing him in person was something else. He was impressively muscled from what she could see at this angle, his body covered the tiny body of his blonde lover who groaned with every impassioned thrust of the huge man.
Caitlyn couldn't help but wonder at the size of his cock, if it would be as impressive as the rest of him. She felt a spurt of warmth in her own groin and almost groaned.
Damn she needed to get laid. With a sigh, she reached up and pulled down the black light-weight mask that covered her bright red hair and pale face, molding to the angles of her bones without hampering her sight or her breathing.
She stepped into the bedroom of the magnificent house and felt confident; the alarm system was shut down by the new tactical by-pass circuit her tech department had developed. She knew every inch of the interior of the house down to the placement of the furniture. If she had to leave in total darkness she could without a worry. She knew the target's habits, knew his propensity for tiny blondes like the one wriggling in what seemed like ecstasy upon the bed right now. Tiny blondes that looked nothing like his hugely pregnant wife who was a beautiful brunette and her client.
"Oh bitch, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in you." His words were interspersed with loud groans and heavy pants. His hips drove into the small woman with enough power that Caitlyn felt a spurt of sympathy at the bruises she would have later.
"No! You can't, baby. Remember, I quit taking the pill cause Johnny wants babies?"
For the first time, the blonde spoke up, her hands pushing on the target's wide chest.
"Shut the fuck up, slut. I do what I want, remember?" His hand rose and threatened the tiny woman. Caitlyn watched as the small blonde cowered under him and put her hands above her face to stop him from hitting her.
Caitlyn got there first, the barrel of her Sig. gently resting against his temple.
"I don't think you want to do that, Cody, I really don't." She grinned as she heard her own voice, the new components of the mask had changed its tone, depth and pitch until she didn't recognize it herself.
Cody didn't move, he barely breathed.
"I think you should get up off the slut now, Cody. Slowly!" she warned, taking a step back and estimating the length of his reach, just in case the idiot did decide to try something stupid. In a way she hoped he would as she remembered the bruises she'd seen on pretty, pregnant Sheila White.
The blonde on the bed screeched and tried to cover herself with the blankets as Cody White slipped off of her. It gave Caitlyn a glimpse of dark brown pubic hair and impressively huge, silicon inflated boobs. Caitlyn chuckled and bent over carefully and picked up the woman's dress that lay at her feet. Bright red, micro mini with a halter top that left little if anything to the imagination, it was just the type of thing a woman who would fuck Cody White should wear. Caitlyn threw it to the woman on the bed and told her to get dressed.
"Where's your wallet, Cody?" She asked the big man who stood, his hands up at about shoulder height, his body exposed to her gaze.
"Why? What the fuck do you want?"
"Because I asked you, and you'll find out soon enough what I want." Caitlyn sighed and wondered why the big handsome ones had to be so damn dumb.
"It's on the dresser. Take it and whatever else you want, just don't kill me."
Under the mask, Caitlyn rolled her eyes. She backed over to the dresser, flicked on the light and blinded the two lovers for a moment. Her mask had eye filters that cut the light and gradually, timed to the changing focus of her eyes, would allow more in so she was never blinded or left in the dark. She picked up the wallet and counted out twenty dollars, leaving the rest on the dresser. She threw the money at the woman.
"Now, I'm going to let you out of here, but if you don't want happy hubby Johnny Carter to know you've been fucking his business partner for the past five months, I'd keep your mouth shut about what you know about this. Don't even think of lying to him and reporting anything you know to the cops, the pictures that I have will be sent to your husband. Let me think, you had a prenuptial agreement with him, didn't you?" Caitlyn almost laughed at the look on the woman's face.
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She took one last look at Cody, and fled the room. She ran out the wide double doors about thirty seconds later. As she was headed down the long drive towards the open front gates of the house, she heard the faint sound of a struggle, of furniture breaking, and for a second, she felt sorry for the woman who'd broken in. If she knew Cody, the woman would be a bruised and broken mess by the time he was done. She could only be grateful that it wasn't her this time.
