boots stealing scenes from Danger Woman-not safe house

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the very last and final part of a piece written by Fleming ( Fleming, Johann Fleming from Iceland- not Jan Fleming -THAT Jan Fleming in Jamaica )

" Danger Woman: not so Safe House- Fourth and Final part"

( Charlize Theron as Raven;Rachel Driscoll as Keira; Jessica Cote as Venus; Chloe Bennet as Fawn; )

"I see I am late to the party."
Kiera announced as she walked towards them, her eyes on the two bodies on the floor.

"Kiera Driscoll. I thought you were dead."
Raven remarked as he and Kiera shook hands.

"Not dead, just otherwise engaged. But I'm ready to make up for lost time... and wages."
Kiera replied.

"Which is precisely why I've asked you here. We find ourselves with a bit of a personal shortage and we could use someone of your talents."
Sincere said as she joined them, stepping over Venus's body as if it was any piece of trash.



"Why don't we go into my office. I've got a lovely bottle of single malt I find goes well with business talk."
She suggested.

"Sounds reasonable enough."
Kiera nodded, helping herself to another glance at the bodies, Fawn's exposed breasts in particular.

"Very good. Will you be joining us?"
Sincere asked Raven.

"I'll be along soon. I'll just see to it that this mess gets sorted first."
Raven said as Sincere caught her lustful gaze towards the bodies.

"As you wish. Don't play too hard."
Sincere said with a smirk as she led Kiera away towards her office.

Knowing she only had a few minutes to herself before the cleaners arrived Raven knelt besides Venus's body and hurridly undid her buttoned up jacket, pulling it open and smiling at the sight of Venus's blood-smeared yet sublime large and firm bare breasts. Reaching out she brushed the still breasts along the sides to avoid the blood before giving them a generous squeeze. Feeling herself getting wet Raven leaned over her and gave the right breast a long and careful suck, letting the stiff little chocolate brown nipple run back and forth across her tongue. Moving on down she undid Venus's leather pants and peeled them down far enough to learn that the breathtaking dead assassin had apparently disapproved of underwear as she ran her fingers across her smooth, wet cunt and slipped her fingers inside it. She studied Venus's vacantly staring eyes carefully as she wriggled her fingers inside her moist pussy, trying to imagine what they'd look like if she were alive. Would they be filled with disgust... or pleasure, she wondered to herself with a smirk.

Licking her sticky fingers clean she turned her attention to Fawn's body laid out beside Venus, her eyes immediately moving towards the sumptuous pair of breasts sticking out of the unzipped suit. Straddling Fawn's corpse Raven took the breasts in hand and pushed them together, rubbing them vigorously as she leaned in close and kissed the dead double agents lips, slipping her tongue into her gaping mouth. Savoring the taste of Fawn's lips and saliva she ran her mouth up her soft cheeks, licking them and lathering up the droplets of sweat clinging to them. Moving her lips down Fawn's neck Raven buried her face between the exposed breasts and let her tongue slide down the rich cleavage and across the stiff nipples. Fawn's eyes watched with distant disinterest as Raven's tongue moved down her chest and belly, ending between her legs where it sank inside her moist pussy, slithering deep into it.

Swallowing as much of Fawn's cum as her appetite allowed, Raven decided on one last indulgence as she moved her hands down Fawn's leather clad thighs and down her leather boots, lifting them up off the floor and unzipping them one by one. Raven felt herself getting wetter as Fawn's dainty little feet came sliding out of the boots into her hands in their thin little stocking socks. Excitedly she rubbed the feet together and ran them across her lips, licking the little toes and smooth soles through the thin nylons. Dropping the feet down on the floor Raven turned towards Venus's boots, sliding them from her legs and running the smooth bare feet through her hands as she licked and sucked the toes with pleasure. With both pairs of boots in her hands to be added to her collection Raven got to her feet and made her way to the bar setting the boots down on the counter and taking a seat at the counter as two men in Armani suits entered the room with sheets of plastic and a trolly.

Helping herself to a drink Raven leaned back against the counter and watched with satisfaction as the men set to work disposing of the two bodies. Laying out a large plastic sheet on the floor they rolled Venus's body ontop of it on its back, her bare feet and exposed breasts wobbling as they did. They then picked up Fawn by taking an arm and leg each and dropped her ontop off Venus leaving her sprawled across her with her face lying against Venus's exposed crotch while her own rode into Venus's face, her leather clad buttocks riding high up in the air. It especially excited Raven to see one of the men help himself to a lingering grope of Fawn's bare breast hanging out of her suit before they wrapped the tangled bodies up in plastic and hoisted them up onto the trolly. Fawn's stocking clad feet and Venus's arm dangled down off the edges of the trolly as the men wheeled them out of the club off to their destination in a shared unmarked grave in the woods like so many of Sincere's disappointments and enemies had over the years.

Finishing her drink Raven got to her feet and walked out of the club, her two new pairs of newly acquired boots swinging from her hands as she whistled to the tune of the music playing across the speakers, Under pressure by David Bowie and Queen.



THE END.

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and this short scene

"Yeah we better. The trail's cold. We'll never catch up with them now. And whatever information De Marco had to offer, I guess we can forget that now."
Phil nodded with a sigh of defeat.

"N...ot...q...uuugghhh....quit...e..."
De Marco suddenly gasped, startling them all and nearly causing Elise to shoot her in shock.

Rushing towards where De Marco lay clutching her bloody stomach, having stirred to life on the floor, Phil put his arm around her, pulling her close while also applying pressure to her wound.

"I thought you were dead."
Phil said amazed.

"S...so... uugghhh.... did...I...Guess tha...t... bitch isn't a...as g...good with a kn...ife as she t...ought.... uggghhh fuc...kkk..."
De Marco sighed weakly as her stocking feet clenched on the floor.

"I... I know... where they are g... aagghh...oing."
De Marco said with a faint smile as she leaned in and whispered into Phil's ear, explaining everything about the locker at King's cross and the files hidden there.

"We have hurry. We can still catch them and get those files. If we don't all of this will have been for nothing."
Phil declared.

"I'm coming with you."
Jillian said firmly as she stumbled up to her feet.

"No chance. You've done enough and you're hurt. And besides... you've got no shoes."
Phil said firmly, glancing down at her bare feet.

With an all too familiar look of stubborn determination that Phil had come to rue dearly on her face Jillian turned and went to Kat's body, reaching down and pulling off her boots. Kat's toes twitched as Jillian peeled the stocking clad feet out of them, sliding the soft feet through her fingers before letting them drop to the floor ontop of one another, their toes pointing upwards.

"I do now."
She declared.

"I... yeah okay. But we careful."
Phil relented.

"I always am."
She noted with a smile as she slipped on the boots that still carried the warmth of Kat's feet.