THE BITCH
She was one of those high class, snobby bitches that thought she was better than anyone else. With her designer clothes, high heel shoes, expensive jewelry and fancy bleached blonde hairdo. Driving her expensive car, showing off her boob job and looking down her nose at everybody.
She was one of those people that made you say to yourself, I hope someone knocks you off of your high horse. And she had just given me the chance to be the one to do it.
She came prancing in the room. Sat down in the chair across from me, crossed her legs, threw her shoulders back, and announced, "I would like for you to kill my husband."
She had not waited for introductions, or for me to ask what she wanted. It was like she saw me as some servant to jump at her command.
"Lady, I don't know what you talking about. You in the wrong place."
"Don't be obtuse. I know who you are and what you do."
"What you call me. I ain't no moose."
"No, obtuse. It means...oh never mind. Don't try to tell me you don't know what I'm talking about. I have connections. I know how to find out these things. Now are you going to help me or not?"
"Well, let's just say I could do what you want. It's gonna cost you."
"I knew as much. I have money to pay you. How much do you charge?"
I looked her up and down for a minute. She was sitting there all stuck-up and acting superior, but she was one nice piece of ass.
So I say, "It's gonna cost you $500,000 and all that pussy I want." And I nod toward her.
She gives one of those exaggerated shocked and disgusted looks. "You're a pig. I'll find someone else." And she gets up and starts to leave.
I lean back in my chair and put my hands behind my head and say, "lady, you ain't got no choice."
She spins around and huffs, "I most certainly do. Why would you say that?"
"Look here - bitch, I got cameras in this room and they record everything that is said. If you go get someone else to knock him off. I have to go to the police and tell them, as the good citizen I am, that I have information on who may have had something to do with it."
You can see her mind spinning and her face turns even whiter. She stands there for the longest time trying to figure out what to do.
I say, "sit down and let me tell you how this is going to go." She slinks back to the chair, no longer looking like 'miss queen' of everything.
"It gonna take me two or three months to plan this out right. During that time, you gonna do whatever I tell you. You gonna come see me at least once a week and we are gonna have some fun. This is your down payment and it will let me know you are serious about this thing and ain't gonna back out. When I finish the job you gonna pay me, hell I might even give you a discount if the down payment is really good."
She is looking down. Her eyes moved back and forth. You can tell she is working this out in her head. She looks me up and down then goes back to thinking. I imagine she is running through all the options. She could go to the police, but what would she tell them about me? She couldn't hire anyone else. Could she do it herself, but no, she still would be implicated.
Her only options were to take my offer, or do nothing and live with the arrangement she had. Apparently, she really didn't like her current situation because she then says. "And after I pay you, you are paid in full?"
"Yep, unless you get to liking it so good you gotta have some more." I knew what she was asking.
"Well, I have to think about this some more, can I let you know tomorrow?"
"I ain't said if I'm gonna do it yet either. I need to have some more information to see if I want to take on this job."
She looks at me curious. I can tell she thought I would jump at the chance. Then she hands me a file with the dude's picture in it and some information about where he works and stuff.
I flip through it. When I look at the dude's picture, unless he has a dick as big as mine, it is obvious she married him for his money. He's old and fat and balding. No wonder she is ready for a change. So, I say, "ok, that's good. That's half of it. Now show me the other half."
"That's all I have on him. That should be enough."
"No bitch, I need to see the down payment."
She looks at me with a little bit of a puzzled face.
"Take them clothes off. I need to see if it is worth me going to all this trouble."
You can tell this pisses her off. I know she is thinking, clearly she is worthy of it. How could I even question it? She pauses for a moment and then as if annoyed takes her blouse off and pushes her skirt down to her knees hastily. She then says in a bitchy way, "happy now?"
I just sit there looking at her. Finally, she barks, "What?"
"You stupid cunt, do you want me to do half the job? Take off them bra and panties."
I started getting a hard-on, not because of her hot white body. And I mean it was damn hot. I was getting hard because she blushed and at that moment realized she was not in charge, I was.
She stood there for a long time trying to decide what to do. Her hands were shaking as she slowly undid her bra and then slid down her panties. I had no doubt she was proud of her body and she should have been, but this situation apparently made her uneasy. She stood there nervously and at first started to cover herself with her hands. Then apparently, she realized that was not going to fly, and she defiantly thrust her arms down to her side.
I took a good long time looking her body up and down and then up and down again. She started fidgeting and looked down, unable to take my intense staring. Then she said, "Is this what you wanted?"
"Turn around." - She did.
"Come over here I need a closer look." You could tell she was getting more and more uncomfortable, but she did come over beside me.
"Closer." And she moved right beside me.
I already knew but I wanted her to know I knew; I reached and cupped her pussy with my hand. She immediately grabbed my hand trying to pull it away, I jerked her hand off forcefully and held it. Then rubbed her pussy feeling the wetness.
