Annälisa could be described as a stereotypical Swedish beauty, with her stunning Nordic good looks, long blonde hair, soft blue eyes and that curvaceous body that promised everything.
The trouble was that her looks were a problem in her line of work. She was too noticeable. The best assassin's were able to blend in with the background when they needed to, whereas her eye-catching beauty attracted attention wherever she went.
She overcame her difficulty by embracing it, turning it to her advantage. If her contracted-targets were too busy staring at her cum-on-me tits, they were less inclined to be focused on the danger she presented to them.
Right now, the blonde Nordic beauty was seated at a small table in the corner of an out of the way Starbucks, simply dressed in a tee-shirt, leather jacket and jeans. The small freckle-skinned man with her had beady brown eyes, two teeth missing, and a long thin scar running down his right cheek. His head was bald except for the single strand of red hair that curiously ran down the middle of his head. That had earned him his nickname.
"You understand, Annälisa?" he eventually asked, settling back in his seat.
Beads of perspiration had already broken out on his forehead.
She nodded. She'd understood ten minutes ago, but had learned to be patient with Ginger. He thought that the more he spoke, the more he earned his corn. That was okay with her.
She had never met any of her employers face-to-face and used Ginger to front up the deals for her. Until lately, he had proven to be the perfect foil, but despite today's briefing he was staring to become lazy. That was a problem for her, and one she would have to address before too long.
"Here," he added, his callused hand pushing a small buff-coloured envelope across the table towards her.
His fat fingers were covered in gaudy rings. Ginger loved his bling-bling.
"It's all there," he unnecessarily added.
Annälisa took the envelope and quickly dropped it into the bag by her feet. He should have known better than to pass it to her so openly—another black mark.
It contained written instructions, and several photographs. She would digest the information when they finished their meeting and, when the agreed fee hit her bank account, she would eliminate the target with her usual chilling efficiency.
"Time frame?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ginger leant forward across the table and looked at her in the way he did when he thought he was in control.
"Tomorrow night," he said, conspiratorially. "The payment will hit your account this afternoon. This job is urgent."
Annälisa pursed her lips. Urgent jobs cost more. Ginger should have known that. But before she could make the point, his beady eyes had broken into a grin.
"An extra five thousand," he gleefully told her. "Didn't I do well?"
She smiled softly at him, but inside she knew he had just sealed his fate. The extra fee for urgent jobs ran into five figures. He could be such a prick at times.
"You did well," she lied.
This would be the last time they worked together. Why not let him have his moment of glory?
"Anything else?" she asked.
Ginger's smile widened and his thick tongue licked across his dry mouth. The Swedish assassin knew why. She could almost see the drool form on his lips in anticipation.
"Nothing else," he told her, his beady eyes darting from side to side in excitement. "Just my usual payment..."
-
The men's toilet in Starbucks wasn't the most salubrious place, but Ginger was happy enough. As long as he got to fuck the blonde-haired woman, he didn't care where it was. It was an unusual arrangement, but one that suited both parties.
He could have charged what he wanted for his services, but in what other circumstances would he have an opportunity to have sex with a voluptuous beauty like this one?
As for Annälisa, a steady relationship was impossible in her line of work, which was unfortunate considering her sky-high sex drive. That meant she took casual fucks wherever she could find them, even if they were with someone like Ginger.
She hunched forward against the cubicle's thin wall, listening to the sound of Ginger unbuckling his trousers behind her. She enjoyed doggie-style and this way she didn't have to look at him. The sight of that red face with its narrowed eyes and missing front teeth could put her off sex for life...
Within a few seconds, she felt his hard dick pressing against the cloth at the back of black skirt. That was better.
His callused hands took hold of the hem of the skirt and dragged it up onto her back, her superb ass now exposed in her skimpy blue thong. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck as he yanked it halfway down her thighs and spread her legs even further apart with the outside of his shoe.
He was in danger of overstepping the mark in his eagerness, but she let it go. This would be their last fuck, after all. Not that she was sentimental, but it had been a few days since she'd been with anyone and her growing need for his modest dick inside her was gathering pace with each passing second.
When he found her wet opening and pushed fiercely into her sex in one quick motion, she couldn't help but let out a groan.
Encouraged, he reached around to cup her pendulous tits through her tee-shirt. She smacked his fat fingers away. Even though she could feel her nipples react to his touch, he was overstepping the mark again.
He dropped his hands to her hips, using them as leverage as he thrust in and out of her. From the sound of his grunts in her ear, he was close to having a heart attack. It wasn't lost on Annälisa that they could be interrupted at any moment, but that sense of danger had always added to such moments.
She threw her head back as he fucked her. His dick didn't touch her deepest walls, but the length was almost sufficient enough to find the right spot. She pushed back in an attempt to force him deeper, encouraging him to fuck her harder.
"Fuck!" she heard him grunt.
Oh no. He wasn't close, was he? Not yet?
"Don't dare cum," she rasped over her shoulder. "Think of something else, anything, just keep going."
"Can't," he replied, almost immediately. "I'm nearly there."
Shit!!
Annälisa fucked him for thirty more seconds more, trying to draw the moment out for as long as she could, when she detected his balls begin to tighten.
With a curse of annoyance, she pulled away and swung around, dropping to her knees just in time to catch the first blast of cum in her slippery mouth. Her graceful fingers stroked his dick as he came, milking him as she swallowed every drop he had.
When he had nothing left, she pushed her blonde hair over her right shoulder as she rose to her feet. The frustrated look on her face spoke volumes.
"It's been a pleasure, Ginger" she said ironically, as she threw open the cubicle door. "See you around."
-
Annälisa parked the red car in the darkened alley across the road, rather than use the underground hotel car park. She would be more inconspicuous that way. Car parks had cameras, and the police would go through the recordings in fine detail once the body was discovered.
Okay, she had stolen the car less than half an hour ago, but she'd learned a long time ago not to take any unnecessary chances.
According to the information she'd been supplied with, the target was staying in the hotel tonight, in the James Suite. She was posing as the prostitute he'd hired for the evening and had chosen the low cut cream dress with her role in mind. If the way her tits spilled over the top didn't distract him, nothing would.
Her only problem would be avoiding one of the goons that were protecting him, according to the file Ginger had given her.
That problem reared its head sooner than she'd anticipated. She was just preparing to leave the car when a tap on the driver's window took her by surprise. Damn, how could she have been so careless? The gun pointing through the glass made her heart beat a little faster. No sudden movements, she told herself.
The barrel moved in an upward and downward motion and she obeyed the silent instruction, lowering the window to allow the well-worn face to peer in.
"Watcha doin'?" a high-pitched voice asked.
He was tall and slim, of Hispanic origin, but it was the way his gun was trained on her that captured her attention. She began to move, but stopped as the weapon waved from side to side.
"No you don't!" the guy uttered in admonishment. "I asked whatcha doin'!?!"
Annälisa tried to look alarmed as he peered in through the wndow, in the way that a call girl would probably do under the circumstances. But her mind was ticking over. Why would her target have a goon guarding the alley? That didn't make sense, not unless he'd had some sort of tip off. Was that possible?
"I'm looking for a little action," she softly breathed, switching back to the moment.
She fractionally turned towards him as she spoke, enough to display her heavy cleavage to his gaze.
His eyes dropped to the swell of her tits as she moved, and in the darkness the distraction allowed her hidden hand to pick up the gun at her side. The silencer was already in place.
"This is my patch," she added, smiling this time. "You interested in a little fun?"
