What goes through the mind of a paid assassin? Was it so easy to kill people that he had to make a game of it? Does the game go on until his client gets antsy? Which woman did he misjudge? Maybe the husband of a recent conquest was already suspicious. Yeah, that had to be it. Randy was always cock-sure of himself and his abilities.
After weeks on the run Randy calmed down. He saw a 'Help Wanted' poster taped to a light pole. A cross-dressing nightly review needed various positions filled. The lightbulb went on! Shave everything off, get a wig, and hide in plain sight as a woman for a few months. Travel with this group and eventually go back to being a man. Fucking brilliant he thought. And it worked out better than he'd hoped.
The next four months flew by. With the travelling troupe about to go to Colorado, he resigned and stayed with a local cross-dressing performance troupe. His visits to the massage parlors and street walkers provided him some relief, but it was expensive. There were a few women in the troupe who occasionally flirted with him. A regular thing would sure be cheaper.
Cindy had been a tiger each of the two times he'd been with her. Randy's phoned buzzed with a text 'Bringing my sister too!'
Randy couldn't wait. His cock almost exploded at the thought but was interrupted by the knock on the motel door.
"Hi" he said to the unknown ugly blond in the trench-coat who entered quickly. She turned and started taking her coat off. The wig came off and Randy faced the male assassin with a silencer-equipped gun pointed at his head.
"Randy, you haven't changed your ways. Ruining Cindy's marriage was your last mistake. You were warned in Colorado but it's clear you have a death wish. Game over stud. I let you live too long."
Too scared to scream or move the pffftt pffftt from the gun ended his life. Taking Randy's belongings he disappeared into the night. The police have no solid leads.
