The attractive woman by herself at the bar was served a Strawberry Daiquiri. She told the bartender, "I didn't order another one of these. He nodded toward the man sitting alone at the end of the bar. Now, Juanita was looking for a likely candidate for the evening, something she was not experienced in doing. She judged that the man met her cheating criterion: he was ruggedly handsome, well dressed and reasonably fit. Most of all -- he wasn't her husband. The man at the bar might be a little older than herself in her estimation but not enough to make a difference in what she planned. She signaled her appreciation with a wide smile. The man smiled back and came to sit next to her.
"Thanks for the drink mister. Want to keep company with a lonely old lady tonight?"
He faced her, gave her a full-body, top to bottom visual exam and said, "If you're that lady, I sure am."
"My name is Juanita, cowboy."
"Jessie and no, it's not Jessie James."
"So, Jessie not Jessie James, are you here for the convention?"
"What convention?"
"I guess that answers that. You here for business or pleasure?"
"I'm here for business but I won't turn down pleasure if it comes my way."
"Oh, I like that answer. It's a refreshing thing to talk to someone about something other than whose machine can build the most widgets in an hour."
Jessie faked snoring.
Juanita laughed, "Exactly."
"I'm in sales, Jessie. What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a hitman."
Juanita almost choked on her drink. "A hitman? That's got to mean something other than you being a 'bang-bang you're dead' hitman."
"Nope. I'm a stone-cold killer."
Juanita burst out laughing. "You ought to be a stand-up comedian. You told that whopper with such a straight face. No, seriously, what do you do?"
"I'm telling you the truth. I am a contract hitman. People pay me to kill other people."
"You mean like you're some mercenary that the government pays to take out some terrorists or to go rescue hostages in some foreign shithole?"
"No, although I did do that when I was in Special Ops. When I found out what hitmen were getting paid, I didn't re-enlist."
"So, 'Hitman Jessie,' who are your customers?"
"I never know who hires me and don't want to know. I get the information on the target, I do research on the target's habits and movements to determine the best time and place to kill them, and then I kill them."
"Are these bad people you kill?"
"I assume that they are because the people who hire me are. In my mind, my targets would not deal with the bad people who hire me if they were good people in the first place."
"You're full of shit, Jessie. No real hitman would tell some woman he just met that he murders people. That's just not believable."
"That's why I can tell you. If you go to the police and tell them you just met a hitman, they would laugh in your face. You've got no way to prove it. That would tell you that's unbelievable."
"Okay, I'll play along a little bit longer. So, are you like listed in the phone book under 'Hitman?'"
"No. I'm listed under Exterminator, Human." He grinned.
"There. Now I know you're bullshitting me. I was beginning to think there was some truth to what you were saying."
"I'll make it easy for you to know if what I say is real or not -- I always bullshit."
"That's better. I certainly have to admit that you're different. I like your weird sense of humor. Tell the truth, are you married?"
"No. Occupational hazard -- travel, chance of being arrested, chance of being killed, etc. What about you? You got a wedding ring on."
"Yes, but it doesn't matter."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm about to divorce the son-of-a-bitch."
"I guess you have to tell me why now although I don't really care."
"Well, since you asked me so politely. The bastard has a gambling problem. We have a reserved parking spot at the pawn shop. I never know what jewelry I have to wear because half the time it's in the pawn shop. I never know when my laptop will be home or if we will have a TV to watch."
"Have you tried getting him to an addiction clinic?"
"He SAYS he doesn't have a problem. He SAYS he has it under control. He's about to control us into the poor house."
"So, that gives you permission to cavort with other men?"
"Cavort? What century are you from? Look, he doesn't respect me or our marriage whenever he gambles away my hard-earned money behind my back. So, I have decided that I won't respect my marriage vows when I'm away from home. Let's cut to the chase Jessie, do you want to have sex with me or discuss my lack of morals?"
"I would love to fuck your brains out if that's okay with your morals."
"You smooth-tongued devil, you."
"My room?"
"That's my preference. There's too many co-workers on the floor where my room is."
"Let's go."
They went up to his room which was a mini-suite with a king-sized bed. She came up to him. "Do you mind if I unwrap my present myself? It's been a long time since I've gotten a gift this nice."
"My pleasure."
She opened his suit coat and looked around. "No gun?"
"It's in a locked case in the closet. Why? Do you need a gun?"
"Not as long as yours goes off when I pull the trigger."
"Pull away."
She hung his coat in the closet and noted the usual hotel safe was in there. When she came back, she took his pants, shoes and socks next. Again, she put the pants in the closet on a hangar. Shoes and socks went on the closet floor. His shirt went on the closet floor along with his boxers.
Juanita knelt in front of him. His penis was about the same length as her husband's, but Jessie's was much bigger around. She became wetter because of the building anticipation. She licked of the precum from the tip of his penis and kissed it. It jerked in reaction to her tongue. Juanita took the tip into her mouth. Slowly and deliberately, she moved down, down, down his penis until her lips met his lower torso. He was impressed that she could deep-throat him. Gradually, she got into a rhythm that had her lower her mouth down about two-thirds of the way before going back up again to the very tip. She never had her mouth completely off his tool. He moaned in pleasure. She never increased the rhythm or suction power. He begged for relief. She ignored his pleas and continued to take her time. The result was a huge explosion into her mouth which she eagerly accepted.
"Wow, Juanita. That was marvelous. Now, it's my turn."
Jessie put her on her back and started massaging her. She went from being tight to relaxed to putty to be molded. Strokes from his hands came agonizingly close to her erogenous zones. Her body did its best to move to the places where his fingers would have to touch where she wanted. Finally, he reached those places, and she came and came. "Damn, he's good" she thought. Her breasts were feasted on by mouth, tongue and teeth.
"Please, lick my clit."
"In due time." He licked down her stomach to between her legs.
Jessie licked up, down and across her lower lips. His tongue flicked and his mouth sucked the various parts of her vagina including her clit which was above average in size and sensitivity. She was on her third climax when she threatened, "Stick that dick in me or I will put a contract out on you." Juanita was surprised when he entered her in one fast thrust without pain. She was so wet, it slid right in. Her sides were snug around his penis. He fit perfectly. Two orgasms later, he joined her in climaxing. They had been at it for over an hour. They sat up in bed for a post-coitus review.
"Jessie, I'm glad I caught you between jobs. Fucking you could get addictive. I can make an excuse to stay over another day if you can."
"Sorry, but I'm not between jobs. I have to leave tonight."
"What do you mean you're not between jobs?"
"I've been surveilling a target for the last two days."
"Has the person gone to sleep already tonight?"
"Not yet."
"I hope I haven't distracted you from your job."
"No, as matter of fact, you've made it easy."
"How's that?"
"You're my target."
Juanita sat in shock for a second with a pounding heart. "You're bullshitting again, aren't you? It makes no sense. Why in the world would I be anyone's target? I haven't done anything against anyone else except maybe my worthless husband."
"Juanita, I'm afraid the hit is because of your husband. He still owes the wrong people $50,000. He has been warned by them before. Now his warning will come from taking out a close family member. I'm sorry, Juanita, but you're the one they selected. It was not my choice."
"You better be kidding. Jessie, for God's sake, we just made love for over an hour. I thought we shared something special. At least, It was for me. Surely, you don't fuck all your targets before you kill them?"
"A few of the women, but none of the men. The women all agreed to fuck me if I wouldn't kill them. I found having sex under those circumstances is a real buzz kill. That's why I waited until after to tell you."
"I don't believe you. You're not going to kill me. You're not that cold-blooded. Are you?"
"I'm afraid so." She could read the focused stare that was on her.
