This is my submission for "
The 2024 "Hammered: an Ode to Mickey Spillane" Author Challenge
" story event. This story contains mild violence and strong language.
"Ouch! Enough already," she yelped.
"I'll be done in a minute. Just hold still," Frank whispered, concentrating hard.
"You've been at it long enough."
"Ok Roxy, you're in charge," Frank stammered as he wiped her off and leaned back.
She smiled as she looked at the freshly inked oleander petal on her left hip bone. This was the highlight of her conquests.
"This one adds balance," Roxy shared while standing up. She covered the tattoo, clipped her garter, and shimmied her navy pencil skirt in place.
Frank grunted and took the $10 she handed him. The silver bell jingled as she opened the door.
"See you next time Frank."
"Take care, Roxy," he replied as the door shut behind her.
She entered the waiting black Mercury Monterey and lit a cigarette.
The car pulled away. It was just after midnight.
This woman had power. Much more than those scumbags she associated with. Every head turned when she walked into any room. Every one of those motherfuckers dreamed of parting her smokey red lips and staining her pearly whites.
These were men after all. No matter how hard or smart they were on the street, it all when to shit when a salacious beauty arrived. She always got what she wanted.
Roxy played the part perfectly. Her girlish voice and bombshell appearance opened doors that were normally closed. She was always ahead of the trend. Stiletto heels accentuated her long muscular legs and made the guys ogle her posture near and far. She fell in love with them and bought every pair on her last Italian trip. They hadn't been released in America.
"Thanks, Jimmy. I'll be about an hour." She said as the car pulled up to the hotel. She stepped into the cool night air and inhaled deeply. She was still in a grimy part of the city.
She lightly knocked twice on room 619. Don opened the door. His pupils dilated as he took in her beauty. He wore a grey suit and an ivory dress shirt. His maroon tie was loosely hung to the left of his unbuttoned collar.
She smelled the whiskey on his breath while entering the room.
"Can I get you something," he said as he moved to the minibar.
"I'll have what you're having," she replied, taking off her fur shawl and placing it on the chair.
Don's jaw dropped when he turned around to hand her the drink. Her breasts poured out of her light blue strapless button-down top. Her areolas peaked over the strained fabric.
"My god, Roxy," Don said wide-eyed. He put her drink down and crossed the room in two long strides.
He looked deep into her eyes and said, "I have wanted this for so long. Are you finally giving it to me?"
"Oh, Don!" she exclaimed in her girlish voice. "Yes!"
She was ready. She had patiently played the long game with Don and the time had finally come.
She closed her eyes and tilted her neck to the left. He immediately began kissing the back of her neck. He moved down to her clavicle getting hungrier and hungrier as he traveled down her front.
Her breath deepened and she began to flush. Her arousal rose as he cupped both of her breasts and traced the outline of her sweetheart neckline. She knew he was completely under her control as his lust took over.
"Sit down," she said, in a sultry voice as she slightly pushed him to the chair beside the small side table. He happily obliged.
Roxy found the boyish soul in his eyes. He had the look of someone who was finally getting a long-overdue treat.
She slowly released the bottom buttons of her top, revealing her tight midriff. She wanted to make it a show. The shadowed crease between her ribs and the underside of her large breasts revealed beneath the taught fabric. She released the last two buttons, the top fell to the floor, and her perky long nipples centered with gravity.
She raised her hand in a stopping motion as Don tried to get out of his seat. She twisted and slowly unzipped the left side of her pencil skirt. She felt warmth building inside from this exhibition.
She looked over at Don, who was enjoying the show. His breathing was deep and steady. She could see a small lump between his legs and silently hoped there was more than what she saw.
Roxy bent forward as she lowered her skirt all the way to the ground. She stepped out of it. She wanted him to fully view her teardrop globes before revealing the surprise. She slowly parted her legs, arched her back up, looked at him, and held his gaze.
She knew the view was every man's dream. He had a full view of her gorgeous face, melon-like breasts studded with long nipples, and her strong, accentuated, legs firmly planted in red Stiletto heels. She took his breath away.
She slowly straightened revealing that she wasn't wearing panties. Her trimmed pussy was fully in view. Her garter belt and fishnets beautifully framed her womanhood.
She stood for a moment allowing him to take in the complete sight. He was silent. She slowly took a step forward accentuating her hips with each step. She looked at his face while his eyes consumed her entire body.
His gaze held for a moment between her legs. She knew he could see each glistening fold of her open flower.
He licked his lips.
She stepped back and then around behind him. The clap of her Stilettos on the hard floor reverberated in the room.
He looked up, slid down in the chair, and extended his head back fully as she leaned forward. She reached her left hand to his crotch as her breast hovered over his mouth.
He took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her breast spread over his nose and cheeks as he hungrily licked and sucked.
Her left hand found the base of his cock through his trousers. She disappointedly stroked the short hard length.
He was consumed. He moved his head from side to side sucking as much of her breast as he could. She could feel the tip of her nipple against the hard palate deep in his mouth. His breaths were quick and shallow. He appeared to be in heaven.
She reached behind her back with her right hand and clasped the four-inch dagger concealed in her garter. She adeptly carved an arc across his throat from ear to ear.
She leaned back as the blood began to paint his collar. He gasped for breath and was silent within seconds.
Finally, it was done.
Roxy cleaned the dagger on Don's shoulder and returned it to the sheath. She slipped off her heels and walked to the bathroom mirror. There were a few droplets of misted blood across the lower part of her breasts and midsection. Her chest and shoulders were clear, so she chose not to clean up there.
She dumped the extra drink and staged the environment to minimize investigative anomalies. She fully dressed, touched up, and slipped out the door eight minutes later.
Jimmy pulled up the car as soon as she stepped out. She slid into the back seat and sat silently for a few minutes while Jimmy started the well-structured plan that ensured they smoothly made it away without a tail. She lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. She held it for a few seconds and slowly exhaled through her nose.
This was number four in as many weeks. She had to play the long game with Don, working him for seven months. It took time to build the trust of a mid-level man like Don, to get him alone in a room. Fortunately, her boss was patient.
Roxy took pleasure in control. Her adrenaline raced, her mind was crystal clear, and she wanted to fuck. She didn't show any of this outwardly and spent the next hour relishing the sensuality of the kill.
They stopped at a payphone in Queens. Jimmy got out and reported that the job was done.
"They raised the price to a dime or two nickels," he said when he returned to the car. "Can you believe that? One of the guys said it was a nickel for nearly 50 years."
"The world's going to hell, Jimmy."
She was dropped off around four in the morning. It was the darkest time in the darkest city in America. She knew her part and played it well.
The explosive emotions from earlier had settled into quiet embers. She thought about the meeting the next day in Little Italy to balance the account.
She remembered one more thing and dialed Frank.
"Yeah?" he answered wide awake.
"I'm coming in today," she said.
"Roxy? Is something wrong?"
"No, I need another petal."
