Billie Rose's thighs were working, but this was the kind of work she trained for. As she slid up and down his shaft, she looked down at him. 'Ugh, have to stop doing that', she thought to herself. This was not a guy she wanted to picture while trying to feel sexy. He was old, cold, and she was having trouble keeping his thin cock all the way inside of her. She had sucked him to his version of hard, but it was still a poor excuse for a cock.
But that didn't really matter. Billie was here for other reasons. She glanced at the beautiful ball gown on the floor thinking about how much it had cost her, but it had been worth it. Deep crimson; a perfect seduction dress. It propped up her cleavage, it showed nearly her whole back, and the slit up the left side allowed it to show off her toned legs, but only when she wanted it to. It was those toned legs that were getting the workout now.
Lifting and lowering herself onto his lap, she could hear the slap of their skin together as well as his heavy breathing. 'Thank the gods, he's getting close', she thought. She had actually worried that he might be too old to actually get off.
He had been a difficult target to catch. He rarely left his house; only for the most important galas. And he seemed to have a string of girls who followed him around, desperately hopeful that they could hook him and inherit once he died, which wouldn't be too far off now, Billie told herself.
Sneaking into the ball hadn't been too difficult in that gorgeous dress. But he had been tough to attract. Coy hadn't worked. Playful hadn't worked. She had gone with her gut on this one and played meek. Yep, that worked. Clearly this one liked them submissive, at least he liked them that way when clothed. Once naked, he made it clear he expected her to tend to his needs. 'On top and doing all the work', crossed her mind. 'Just like my own sex life. Wait, what sex life do I think I have?'
The old man now actually starting to grow a bit beneath her wasn't some gold digger's dream of hers. He was her mark. She had been paid handsomely to make sure he wasn't alive in the morning. As she felt him growing a bit more, signaling how close he was, she reached up into her hair and took down bronze knitting needles she had used to tie her hair up.
She writhed and bore down on him. She ground her hips into his. His breathing sounded awful, but he seemed to be showing more life than he had earlier. 'Just a few more strokes.' As she felt his hips begin to jerk, she struck with all her might. Both needles hit him on opposite sides of his neck. Immediately, she bent forward and smashed her ample chest into his face. Normally a very pleasant thing, she did this to smother any cries of pain that might try to alert the other guests here at the hotel.
Satisfied, at least with her work, she climbed off of him and began using the sheets to clean herself off. She hadn't noticed, but it had taken her so long, she had actually started to work up a sweat. As she was wiping off the sweat and the other sexual liquids, she felt something was wrong. Nothing obvious was catching her notice, but her gut was telling her things were not good.
She grabbed for her purse. She couldn't get out of here wearing that ball gown. She'd have to leave it behind. In her purse she pulled out her silk catsuit and climbed into it. Just as she was putting her arms into the sleeves, she heard it. He gasped. Loudly.
Her brain went wild. Had she failed to kill him? Granted those knitting needles were not her standard weapons, but she couldn't have missed the arteries. She looked over at what should have been his corpse lying on the bed and noticed that there was almost no blood. She looked around the room for something to use as a weapon - after all, the needles were still sticking out of his neck. She threw open the closet door, hoping to find a bed pan, and a girl fell out.
"What the f___" was all Billie got out before half catching half dropping the waifish girl. She was pale, cool and looked like she had been kept in a dungeon. Sounded like this dirt bag. She glanced over at this man she was growing to hate even more, only to find him struggling to rise.
There was nothing to be done. She had screwed up the assassination. Even if she managed to kill him now, the combat would likely alert others, leaving her at risk for being captured. And now she had this silly slave girl she needed to save. 'OK', she admitted to herself, 'maybe I don't need to save her, but I'm not leaving her to him.'
Billie knew full well that beneath that window was a canvas awning meant to protect people leaving their coaches from the near constant rain of this seaside city. Without warning or pleasantry, she made two throws. She threw open the window and threw the girl out. She leapt after, bouncing off the awning and landing mainly on her feet. The girl wasn't so lucky. She had fallen hard, but she was alive and would heal.
Billie gathered up the girl and fled down a nearby alley.
***
Billie threw the waif over her shoulder as she ran down the alleyways. She had already booked passage on a ship and had planned to board just before dawn, just before it sailed. She raced to where she had stashed her clothes. This silk catsuit was perfect for racing down alleyways in the night, but if she tried to board a ship dressed this way she'd probably wind up the crew's play-toy for at least that one voyage. She might sleep with guys she planned to kill, but sailor gang bangs were not her style of fun.
She picked up her duffle bag and debated changing into her street clothes now. Better to wait, just in case she needed to do some more running. She normally would have climbed a building and waited out the night on the roof, but she couldn't climb while carrying the waif. So she just hunkered down behind some crates and waited for the glow of the sun.
It wasn't more than an hour when she heard dogs barking in the distance. She'd never been to this town before, but dogs at night sounded ominous. She threw the duffle bag over her shoulder and picked up the waif. Whether they were after her or not, moving was probably a good idea now.
