Game Set and Match:- A Chloe/Lexi Crossover Story
Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2024 8:36 am
It has been a while since we checked in on the activities of the USBs most bloodthirsty mercenaries, who have been busy since their adventure in Milan. Here our story begins with Chloe Tanaka, who has taken a contract to assassinate French Tennis Pro, Maxine Desperoux at the behest of her rival during the Madrid Open. The client has given her carte blanche to operate as she sees fit. Which suits the former ninja just fine. She lays poised over the female staff shower room, ready to infiltrate and to find a suitable disguise. Little does Chloe know that she's about to have a reunion with a new friend. I would like to thank Lesther for their famous shower infiltration scenes that served as an inspiration to this story, and for a friend on the discord server who assisted with the concept of this story and the pictures featuring the uniforms used in this story. So time to get this show on the road...
Ventilation Ducts above the Women's Staff Shower Room, Madrid Tennis Centre 25th July 2023 10:30am
Another day, another ventilation duct. Thought Chloe Tanaka as she gently shuffled on her belly towards a ventilation cover as stealthily as she could. Below her she could hear the sound of rushing water and the giggling of young women, she was right on track for her insertion point in the female staff shower room. Making her way to the cover, the former ninja now mercenary reflected on her contract. While Chloe herself loved sports, she was a member of her high school cheer team and kissed her first girl in a shower room much like this one, she never had an appreciation of Tennis finding the game overcrowded by egos. I'am more of a baseball girl myself . But despite this, she had taken the job from the tennis star Sasha Martinova to ensure that her rival, French pro Maxine Desperoux was permanently "retired". And Chloe had the perfect plan, being the mistress of disguise she was. She would infiltrate through the showers, kill a ball girl and steal her uniform then serve up a particularly explosive tennis ball to the french star. After all, Martinova had stated that she cared little for the lives of the ball girls and just as long as Desperoux would end up on the coroner's table by sundown, she cared even less how it was done. "The more public the better, that will teach the arrogant stuck up cow." She had remarked over the phone Well all's fair in love and Tennis. Who knew it was so cutthroat? Smiling she took out her screwdriver, loosening each of the screws holding the cover in place. Looking down, she was distracted by the wondrous sight below.
There was a young naked brunette girl, the water from the faucet dripping down her lush slim curves humming along gently as she massaged her well formed breasts with shower cream. Chloe felt her nipples stiffen and loins aflame under her catsuit as she appraised the young woman, eyes tracing her smooth slightly tanned skin C-cups with perky pink rose petal areolas, small clean shaven vagina and pert peach shaped ass you could bounce a nickel off. She had smooth rounded features, high cheekbones and almond shaped bright hazel eyes framed by wet dark brown hair that flowed across her shoulders. She's cute, I wouldn't mind exploring her tight body but unfortunately she's in my way and I will need to get rid of her. Hmm? Hold on... The girl reached for a towel, drying herself off before switching off the faucet and tying it around her body. Chloe grinned an idea forming in her mind. Well it's a disguise after all. She may not be my size, but that doesn't mean she can't be useful. I drop down naked, garrote her and take the towel. Flick a little water on my face, instant disguise. Waiting for the girl to leave her cubicle, Chloe peeled herself out of her catsuit then flexing her high tension fibre wire dropped silently naked behind the unsuspecting girl with a feline grace.
Shower Room
21 year old ball girl Arianna Reyes smiled tying her towel around her slim wet naked body, hearing the giggling of girls in the locker room beyond. I'am looking forward to chasing around tennis balls and checking out the hot tennis players. It certainly is different to modelling lingerie all day. Maybe if I'am lucky I might get off with one of the other girls. I mean we are all models here... As she rounded the cubicle, starting to hum the first lines to You're Beautiful by Christina Aguilera, Arianna suddenly felt a wire loop around her slender neck, dragging her back into her cubicle. The young girl panicked trying to scream her voice coming out in strangled gasps as her attacker tugged on the wire. "Shh! Hush girl, your friends cannot help you. It's just you and me, let's savour the moment." A sinister female American accent hissed in her ear, tightening the noose. "And thank you kindly for bringing me the towel, I will have more use for it then you will." Arianna whimpered tears streaming from her face as her killer loosened her towel, letting it fall to her feet. Then the last sound she heard was the vicious crack of her hyoid bone breaking. Letting out a low death rattle, the young naked model hung limply in Chloe's wire.
Panting from the slight orgasm she had from strangling the life from the naked girl, Chloe inserted her fingers into her victim's labia, massaging the tight folds before taking a lick of her juices, smacking her lips together. "You tasted pretty sweet, babe. Never been touched either. Too bad you had to run into me." She said lowering the naked corpse propping her against the cubicle, admiring the thin red line around the youths throat, the handiwork of her signature weapon. After closing the dead girl's cold dead eyes, Chloe fetched her bag from the vent placing it to one side, packing her catsuit and wire. "Time to get you somewhere more comfortable, Hun." The assassin quipped picking the girls body under her shoulders, sliding her up into the vent then replacing the cover. With the evidence disposed of, Chloe switched on the faucet wetting her short jet black hair, then wrapped the towel around her covering her modesty. Her disguise complete, the assassin walked into the adjoining locker room.
She found it packed with three very young and attractive ball girls in various forms of undress, chatting and giggling. Is it my imagination or do they all have the look of supermodels about them and a fairly international too. Not that I'am complaining or anything. They were all getting dressed in the uniform of the ball girls of the Madrid open which consisted of a cropped black polo shirt that bared the midriff, short white pleated Lacoste skirt that barely came up to the thigh with black sports socks and bright yellow Adidas sneakers. White baseball caps completed the look. Chloe had also noted that for underwear they wore solid black thong panties and matching Nike sports bras, some had even gone topless. There was one girl fully dressed, a pretty blonde with heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and big blue eyes her hair looped through her cap in ponytail giving her suggestive looks which the others had picked up on. Chloe smiled making a show of flaunting her toned athletic dripping body. She's just my size alright, I just need to get her alone from her friends and she's all mine. Shouldn't be too hard, she's asking for it. Closing her locker, the girl turned to Chloe eyeing up her lithe wet form.
"Hi, babe. Are you new here? I didn't realise we had many Asian girls. What's you name, Hun?" The blonde asked in an American accent biting her bottom lip, as her friends shared amused glances. Chloe smiled taking off her towel to dry her hair, giving the blonde a good long look at her tanned named form, emphasising her breasts and ass. "Hey, I'am new here but you can call be Chloe. Sweetie." The blondes lips parted with desire as she got closer to the assassin. "Chloe? That's a pretty name." She replied in a husky voice full of arousal. "You can call me, Amy. You must get this a lot but you are hot, babe." Chloe giggled tracing the woman's arm. "Only from cuties like you honey. You know you're no slouch either. How about I dry myself and then we can get all wet again, huh?" She flirted heavily. Behind them one ball girl, a pretty ebony skinned girl rolled her eyes.
"Come on Amy, we're going to be late for Desperaux's game, at this rate. You can fuck her later." Ebony emarked with a British twang, folding her arms across her small chest. Next to her a cute auburn haired girl with shoulder length braided pigtails, squared freckled features and emerald eyes tutted grabbing Ebony's hand. "Come on, give her a break Clarice. Amy needs this after that stuck up bitch, Mandy dumped her over Facebook." She said in a Russian accent leading Clarice out of the locker room. "Oh alright, Lyuda. We can say she just got held up in the shower or something." Lyuda patted her on the shoulder before flashing Amy a week. "Good luck!" She called out before leaving the two women alone. Amy then smiled widely. "Looks like it's just you and me babe." Giggling, Chloe gently took the blondes hand, leading her around the corner to the showers and her doom.
Pinning Amy to the wall with her mouth, Chloe reached her hand up the blondes skirt sliding her panties to one side, feeling a full clit topped with a mere trimmed tuft. Chloe dipped her fingers into the girls labia gently teasing the fleshy folds, eliciting moans of arousal from the girl who arched her back in desire. Well, well. Looks like she has been touched before, maybe that ex of hers. She must have been insane, giving Amy up. Blondie is sure up for it and if I had more time then I would have accommodated her. But still she has to die before she climaxes, oh well... "You like that don't you, sweet Amy?" The girl nodded "Yes, yes. More..." She moaned rubbing hips in tune with Chloe's fingers. Chloe smiled reaching up to the blonde's slender neck with her left hand. "Well, I guarantee you won't like...this!" She cried grasping the sides of Amy's throat hand like a claw, squeezing tight. "What?! S..stop you're hurting m-me!" She whimpered in fear. Chloe only gripped tighter in response. "It's nothing personal...babe." she said squeezing the claw like a vice, then flicking her wrist up and to the left breaking the young blondes neck. Hearing the satisfying crunch of bone followed by Amy's death rattle, Chloe tasted Amy's juices licking her fingers. "Mmm, between you and the brunette I don't know which of you tasted better." Chuckling she let the cooling corpse slid down the wall, legs spread wide.
Kneeing beside the pretty dead Amy, Chloe began stripping the corpse admiring the bruising to the blonde's neck left by the eagle's claw, her head lolling on her shoulder. Reaching up past the girls skirt, Chloe grabbed Amy's solid black thong panties whipping them from between her thighs, down her long divine legs. After pulling up Amy's underwear, the former ninja reached around the blonde's rear unzipping the skirt from the rear slipping the garment from her slender hips in one quick motion exposing the blonde's full trimmed snatch. "Not too shabby indeed, sweet Amy." Chloe quipped closing the accusing eyes of the former ball girl, before unlacing her sneakers removing them along with the ankle socks. Dressing herself in the skirt, sneakers and socks Chloe pulling off Amy's baseball cap then holding up the girl's arms yanked up her cropped polo shirt up over her head then unhooked her solid black cross back Nike sports bra. "Mmm? Nice little tits as well, just like mine." Whistled Chloe as she cupped Amy's small but buoyant B-cups with puffy pink areolas and perky nipples. After quickly getting dressed in the rest of Amy's uniform, taking out the girls scrunchie to adopt a small ponytail Chloe took hold of the dead girl's ankles dragging her naked body around the corner to the row of lockers. Finding one open, she stuffed the attractive corpse into the locker posing her as if she had been pleasuring herself tossing the towel over her head, then slammed the locker shut locking it.
Walking back round to the cubicle where she had first met the unfortunate Arianna, Chloe scooped up her duffle bag with her garrote, catsuit and explosive tennis ball concealed inside. Looping it over her shoulder, she made her way out of the shower room towards court 3.
Passageway to Court 3, 11:00am
Has she strode purposefully through the deserted corridor following the signs to court 3, Chloe noticed a familiar face walk back in the opposite direction towards her. It was the red headed Russian girl, Lyuda. She flashed her a quick smile as she neared a broom cupboard that was strangely ajar. The girl was about to open her mouth to ask her something but whatever it was was lost to history, as the door behind her quickly flew open. Chloe saw a flash of a very familiar face loop an aluminium wire around Lyuda's neck yanking her inside with a surprised choked squeak, the door slamming shut. Then it clicked! What a moment? I recognise that aluminium wire anywhere and that face. I wonder if that's an old friend of mine... Grinning, Chloe walked in hearing the dulcet tones of the redhead choking.
Broom Cupboard, Court 3 Passageway Same Moment
Kicking the redheaded ball girls legs from under her, Lexi Ramos grinned as she pulled that much tighter the girl desperately trying to throw her off but to no avail, trying to choke out a scream. "Sorry, chica. But you are all mine." Chuckling she pulled even harder on the redheads throat, then came the sound that was music to the Mexican assassins ears, the crack of the hyoid bone. The girl let out a slow cute death rattle, hanging limply from the aluminium wire. Then the sound of the cupboard door opening, caused her to freeze and look up, blinking in surprise at the new arrival dressed as a ball girl. "I thought I recognised that aluminium wire! Heya, Lexi. Long time no see." Came the voice of her best friend, Chloe Tanaka who closed the door behind her. "Chloe!" She cried tossing the redheads limp body to the ground, embracing the Japanese American in a crushing hug. "What are you doing here? It's been three weeks since Milan. You on a contract. Desperaux, I take it?" Chloe returned the hug, smiling wide. "Yep, a sporting rival wants her to take an early retirement. Yourself?" Lexi pulled out of the hug gently brushing Chloe's arm. "A scorned wife. Apparently, our tennis pro likes to play the field. I have to say that outfit looks a treat on you. Really brings out your features." Chloe giggled. "Well, what can I say black was always my colour. Besides, it looks better on me than it did on its previous owner." Lexi laughed then turned to the red heads body. "Come on, we can catch up while we strip this mark." She said tipping the red heads body onto her back with her toe, unzipping her catsuit dropping it to the floor. "I thought you'd never ask." Smiled Chloe as her eyes drank in Lexi's toned ass.
"So tell me Chloe; How did you get in here?" Lexi asked reaching up Lyuda's skirt whipping her solid black G-string thong down her long dancer legs. " I crawled through the ducts above the women's shower room." Chloe smiled closing the redhead's staring eyes before pulling off her baseball cap, admiring the thin red line left by Lexi's wire. "I dropped in, killed a girl for a towel, stashed her in the vents. I got the outfit the from a blonde who was a little horny for her own good. I fingered her a little then broke her neck with the eagles claw, stuffed the body in a locker." Lexi, now wearing Lyuda's thong nodded impressed looking up from unlacing the girl's sneakers. "Damn! You don't mess around! You're already two-one up on me! I would never have thought of the shower rooms, the towel is an inspired idea." She said slipping off the socks and sneakers, before reaching around Lyuda's rear unzipping the skirt. "Benefits of ninja training, my friend. So how about you?" Lexi winked glancing over her shoulder to the open vent behind her. Chloe laughed holding up Lyuda's arms, taking hold of the hem of her top. "We do seem to spend a lot of our lives in vents, don't we?" She pulled up the dead girls top, as Lexi yanked off her skirt from her waist letting the now naked pretty corpse flop back onto the floor. "Hmm? Get a load of these tits, Lexi." Chloe remarked gesturing to Lyuda's well formed freckled C-cup breasts with puffy light pink full areolas. Lexi made an appreciative grunt. "Not bad, not bad at all. But if you liked that, then get a load of her pussy." Chloe glanced down to take in the sight of the red headed russians small pierced pink womanhood, topped with a trimmed fan of auburn hair. "Wow, she's brave. Bet you're glad you don't have to wear that?" Lexi chuckled nodding as she gathered up Lyuda's uniform. "Yep. Get rid of her will you, while I get dressed?" She asked pulling up the pleated skirt.
Throwing the naked body of Lyuda over her shoulder, making sure to squeeze her pert little plum shaped ass Chloe walked over to the open vent. "So have heard anything from Lagerfeld?" Asked Lexi as she laced up Lyuda's sneakers. Chloe shook her head, sliding the naked form of Lyuda into the vent on her side. "No, not a peep. I think we must have scared him off with our little model massacre." Lexi shrugged pulling on the cropped black top followed by the baseball cap. "A pity. I was looking forward to the massive payout. Still, he should have known we don't often leave loose ends." She said walked up to Chloe, rubbing her hands together. "So my friend. What do you say to us teaming up again like old times? Kill this Desperaux bitch, get paid and shitfaced after?" Chloe flashed her a cheeky wink, sealing up the vent. "I think that sounds like a fine idea, Lexi. So what was your original plan?"
Lexi put her hands on her hips, giving Chloe a great view of her body Lyuda's clothes looking snug on her. "Well, I was going to impersonate Desperaux's opponent Conchita Gonzalez. She's an unseeded nobody from Seville and a dead ringer for yours truly. The two have never met but Desperaux as a habit of bedding her opponents, she's quite promiscuous that way." Chloe chuckled. "And French. Not a bad plan, but I was going to serve her this..." She handed Lexi the explosive tennis, who looked it over impressed as Chloe showed her how to arm it. "...a small RDX charge with a five second fuse. Enough boom to blow her socks off but not to blow up the entire court." Lexi handed her back the deadly ball. "Very nice, the rival much really hate her. How about this? We combine our plans; I kill Gonzalez and strip her down. We play a few sets then you give me that ball then payday! I dress back up Lyuda's uniform and we get evacuated as two terrified ball girls." Chloe gently squeezed Lexi's shoulder. "That sounds like fun, I'am game. Anyhow I didn't know you played tennis, Lex?" Lexi winked as the two women left the broom cupboard. "I used to play back when I was in the Army. Helps keep one spry." Chloe scanned the mexican assassins ass. "I'll bet..." Lexi noticing her look, giggled in response.
The Changing Room of Conchita Gonzalez 11:20am
24 year old unseeded pro Conchita Gonzalez, sighed as she put her best pink lipstick sitting at her vanity. Even if I don't win today, I will still be the most attractive, the more better dressed player on the clay. Much more then that french puta. And if she asks me to shower with her, just politely refuse. She's definitely not my type. Conchita was an attractive sexy Spaniard with tanned heart shaped features, high cheekbones and bright almond shaped hazel eyes, a white half cap perched over her spiky jet black pixie cut hair. Her toned athletic figure hugged by a short tight sleeveless collared blue and white tennis dress, that showed off the solid white hipster shorts she wore underneath. White sweatbands on each wrist with matching ankle socks and tennis shoes completed the look. A knocking at the door interrupted her thoughts." Yes! What is it?" She cried irritably tossing her lipstick at the mirror, before rising to open the door.
She was greeted by two young pretty ball girls; one was a cute lithe Asian girl while the other, a sexy latina made the tennis pro blink in surprise, aside from her eyes which were brown, she could easily pass as her at a glance. "Yes? What do you want? I'am due in court in 5 minutes!" The latina smiled clutching a water bottle. "We've come bearing water for the game. Might we come in, Ms Gonzalez?" Conchita eyed up the water bottle. You shouldn't say no to free water. After all it's important to stay hydrated, at least that's what coach Reyes always says. "Alright come in make it quick! I have a game to win!" She opened the door wide letting the girls in, turning her back on them. "Just put it over th-mmmph!" Conchita cried as she was suddenly grabbed from behind, an arm lock pinning her arms in place, while another clamped a hand over her mouth pinching her nose. The Asian girl quickly closed the door behind them, while the latina held her against the wall.
"Shh! Don't struggle Conchita, it will all be over soon. Chloe, if you'd mind doing the honours?" The latina asked the Asian girl who winked in reply. "It would be my pleasure, Lexi." Conchita started to weep as the Asian girl unzipped the front of her dress, exposing her lush c-cups enveloped by a white sports bra. Conchita bucked frantically shaking her head, tears streaming down her face as she understood her attackers intentions. "I said hush, bitch!" The latina, Lexi hissed squeezing her hand tighter around her mouth, slowly suffocating her. Conchita started to feel her consciousness fade, little dark spots appeared in her vision as Chloe slipped the dress from her shoulders letting it drop to the floor. Then letting out a muffled death rattle, Conchita Gonzalez lost her desperate fight for life slumping into the arms of her killer, Lexi.
"Impressive lung volume on this one, for a minute I thought she wouldn't die." Quipped Lexi unhooking the dead woman's Lacoste sports bra, admiring her buoyant firm breasts with full perky dark pink areolas. "Must be all that grunting she did during her rallies." Chloe replied whipping off the matching white hipster shorts down her tanned athletic legs, exposing a full vagina crowned by a thick trimmed strip of black pubic hair before pulling off the sweat bands. "Right, I will leave you to get dressed and stash the body. It will look a little weird if we both ran onto the court together. I will leave my bag here, we can collect it later." Chloe unlooped her duffel bag, taking out her explosive ball then setting the bag on the vanity, while Lexi dragged Conchita's naked corpse still wearing her shoes, socks and hat over to her chair sitting her down. "Alright, Chloe. See you soon." The Japanese-American winked gently brushing past Lexi's ass before leaving the dressing room.
"Looks like it's just me and you, Conchita." Lexi said to the woman's cooling corpse stripping off the ball girl outfit packing it into Chloe's bag, before pulling off Conchita's hat putting it on along with her studded earrings. Once she had unlaced the tennis players shoes, removing them and the socks Lexi quickly dressed in Conchita's sexy little tennis dress, including her underwear. What a sexy little number. I think I will take both this and the ball girls outfit as souvenirs. " What do you think, Conchita? It looks better on me right?" She rhetorically asked the naked corpse sat slumped in her chair legs spread. "Well, I will take that as a yes then." She winked when she received no answer. "Time to get you of the way..." Lifting the naked body from the chair, Lexi dragged her over to her locked stashing her inside in a slumped standing position. Slamming the door shut, the mexican assassin grabbed Conchita's racket then looped her kitbag over her shoulder. "Time to get paid." She grinned locking the door behind her as she left.
Court 3 11:26am
"And now introducing Ms Desperaux's opponent! From Seville! Ms Conchita Gonzalez!" Chloe standing by the umpire's chair heard the loud booming voice of the Spanish MC as Lexi emerged from the tunnel, clapping along to the packed local crowd. The two assassins shared the merest of nods, as Lexi got into position opposite their target. Maxine Desperaux was an attractive 21 year old rising star in the tennis world, France's current female number one. Well not for much longer, if we've got anything to say about it. Chloe thought acidly regarding the french star. A petite girl with diamond shaped features, pale green eyes and her long strawberry blonde hair tied into a long ponytail looped through her black baseball cap that matched the vest, pleated short skirt, socks and tennis shoes she wore. Watching the French woman prepare her first service, Chloe smiled. Let the games begin.
An Hour Later
Lexi had to admit, the bitch was worthy of her title as French number one giving her a run for her money. Currently, she was one set up having won their previous rally closely at 40 points to 30 points. Lexi was exhilarated she hadn't enjoyed a game of tennis like this in a long time. She was particularly enjoying the looks Chloe had been shooting her, as she darted her sweaty body all across the clay. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. Time to end this game with a bang! With Maxine having the next service, Lexi let her ace her on the next strike sending the ball bouncing off the clay towards the umpire's chair. Chloe quickly peeled off to retrieve the ball, switching it with her explosive surprise. She smiled tossing it to Lexi, dumping the real one in a bucket next to her. Making a show of serving, Lexi pressed the little button on the charges side just like Chloe showed her before hitting it with her racket at head height towards Desperaux who was just about to return the serve when BANG!
The concussive blast propelled Desperaux back three feet where she landed dead, head and shoulders torn up and blackened by shrapnel wounds from the bomb. The crowd screamed in panic as many ran from the stands or onto the court, the stewards and security staff unable to contain the mob. Behind them, Spanish paramedics ran to tend to the stricken tennis player but shook their heads seeing the dead open eyes of the french number one. Using the confusion to their advantage, the two assassins found each other. Clasping hands they ran into the tunnel towards Gonzalez's dressing room.
The Dressing Room of Conchita Gonzalez 12:35:pm
"Did you see that, Lex? That was fucking awesome. The directed concussive blast worked like a charm, blew her off her feet." Whooped Chloe as Lexi redressed in the ball girls outfit. "Holy hell, Chloe! Where did you learn to craft explosives like that?" She asked packing Conchita's dress and underwear in Chloe's bag. The Asian assassin just leaned against the door, tapping her nose. "Ninja trade secrets, my friend. If I told you then I would probably have to kill you, and that's something I really wouldn't want to do." Smiling Lexi handed her back her bag, which Chloe looped over her shoulder. "Alright time to vamos. We can back to my hotel and have a few drinks to celebrate. First rounds on me." Chloe laughed as she opened the door. "Looking forward to it, babe." Giggling the two assassins left the dressing room behind, running down the corridor.
Access Corridor 5 minutes Later
About halfway, they bumped into a harried looking steward. "Oh my god! You startled me. Come on girls, I will lead you out to safety. There could be more terrorists about." Chloe put on her best terrified girl face. "What, Terrorists. Here?!" She covered her mouth in fake fear. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" Lexi whimpered. The steward flashed them a look of sympathy. "Don't worry, follow me. I keep you safe." Falling in behind the man, Chloe smiled behind his back. "Sucker..." She breathed as Lexi chuckled under her breath.
Madrid Hilton Bar 13:30pm
"Here's to a job well done, Chloe." Lexi toasted as the two assassins clinked their glasses together before downing their shots of Tequila. "There's not a feeling like it, Lex. But for me, the money is only half the reward. Know what I mean?" Lexi grinned as she ordered another couple of shots of Tequila. "Yes, I think I do. After all, what women can say they can do the things we can do? To get a rush from it." As the bartender returned with two glasses and the bottle of amber liquid, Lexi winked at him. "Leave the bottle, por favour?" She said sliding the man a couple of 50 euro bills, which he shoved down his waistcoat. Pouring out two additional shots which they downed, Lexi slid off the stool grabbing the bottle. "You know, Chloe. I have seen the looks you've been shooting my way. If you want to... celebrate a little more privately then I'am in room 243. Bring a couple of glasses and we can see where the rest of the day takes us." She leant into Chloe's ear, whispering gently massaging the assassins forearm before kissing her softly on the cheek and sauntering out of the bar glancing coyly over her shoulder.
Watching the sway of Lexi's tight ass through the stolen pleated skirt, Chloe giggled taking the two tumblers from the bar. After downing the full one, shuddering with delight as the alcohol poured down her throat Chloe followed the mexican out of the bar and into the elevator. "I knew you couldn't resist, babe." She giggled as the elevator doors closed. Chloe then pinned her to the wall with her mouth, passionately kissing her tasting the sweet liquor on her breath. "I love you, Lex. And I'am so looking forward to peeling you of those clothes." Lexi laughed flicking the emergency stop switch. "Then what are you waiting for, Chloe?" They both giggled as began to make out in the elevator, giving in to their carnal desires.
Ventilation Ducts above the Women's Staff Shower Room, Madrid Tennis Centre 25th July 2023 10:30am
Another day, another ventilation duct. Thought Chloe Tanaka as she gently shuffled on her belly towards a ventilation cover as stealthily as she could. Below her she could hear the sound of rushing water and the giggling of young women, she was right on track for her insertion point in the female staff shower room. Making her way to the cover, the former ninja now mercenary reflected on her contract. While Chloe herself loved sports, she was a member of her high school cheer team and kissed her first girl in a shower room much like this one, she never had an appreciation of Tennis finding the game overcrowded by egos. I'am more of a baseball girl myself . But despite this, she had taken the job from the tennis star Sasha Martinova to ensure that her rival, French pro Maxine Desperoux was permanently "retired". And Chloe had the perfect plan, being the mistress of disguise she was. She would infiltrate through the showers, kill a ball girl and steal her uniform then serve up a particularly explosive tennis ball to the french star. After all, Martinova had stated that she cared little for the lives of the ball girls and just as long as Desperoux would end up on the coroner's table by sundown, she cared even less how it was done. "The more public the better, that will teach the arrogant stuck up cow." She had remarked over the phone Well all's fair in love and Tennis. Who knew it was so cutthroat? Smiling she took out her screwdriver, loosening each of the screws holding the cover in place. Looking down, she was distracted by the wondrous sight below.
There was a young naked brunette girl, the water from the faucet dripping down her lush slim curves humming along gently as she massaged her well formed breasts with shower cream. Chloe felt her nipples stiffen and loins aflame under her catsuit as she appraised the young woman, eyes tracing her smooth slightly tanned skin C-cups with perky pink rose petal areolas, small clean shaven vagina and pert peach shaped ass you could bounce a nickel off. She had smooth rounded features, high cheekbones and almond shaped bright hazel eyes framed by wet dark brown hair that flowed across her shoulders. She's cute, I wouldn't mind exploring her tight body but unfortunately she's in my way and I will need to get rid of her. Hmm? Hold on... The girl reached for a towel, drying herself off before switching off the faucet and tying it around her body. Chloe grinned an idea forming in her mind. Well it's a disguise after all. She may not be my size, but that doesn't mean she can't be useful. I drop down naked, garrote her and take the towel. Flick a little water on my face, instant disguise. Waiting for the girl to leave her cubicle, Chloe peeled herself out of her catsuit then flexing her high tension fibre wire dropped silently naked behind the unsuspecting girl with a feline grace.
Shower Room
21 year old ball girl Arianna Reyes smiled tying her towel around her slim wet naked body, hearing the giggling of girls in the locker room beyond. I'am looking forward to chasing around tennis balls and checking out the hot tennis players. It certainly is different to modelling lingerie all day. Maybe if I'am lucky I might get off with one of the other girls. I mean we are all models here... As she rounded the cubicle, starting to hum the first lines to You're Beautiful by Christina Aguilera, Arianna suddenly felt a wire loop around her slender neck, dragging her back into her cubicle. The young girl panicked trying to scream her voice coming out in strangled gasps as her attacker tugged on the wire. "Shh! Hush girl, your friends cannot help you. It's just you and me, let's savour the moment." A sinister female American accent hissed in her ear, tightening the noose. "And thank you kindly for bringing me the towel, I will have more use for it then you will." Arianna whimpered tears streaming from her face as her killer loosened her towel, letting it fall to her feet. Then the last sound she heard was the vicious crack of her hyoid bone breaking. Letting out a low death rattle, the young naked model hung limply in Chloe's wire.
Panting from the slight orgasm she had from strangling the life from the naked girl, Chloe inserted her fingers into her victim's labia, massaging the tight folds before taking a lick of her juices, smacking her lips together. "You tasted pretty sweet, babe. Never been touched either. Too bad you had to run into me." She said lowering the naked corpse propping her against the cubicle, admiring the thin red line around the youths throat, the handiwork of her signature weapon. After closing the dead girl's cold dead eyes, Chloe fetched her bag from the vent placing it to one side, packing her catsuit and wire. "Time to get you somewhere more comfortable, Hun." The assassin quipped picking the girls body under her shoulders, sliding her up into the vent then replacing the cover. With the evidence disposed of, Chloe switched on the faucet wetting her short jet black hair, then wrapped the towel around her covering her modesty. Her disguise complete, the assassin walked into the adjoining locker room.
She found it packed with three very young and attractive ball girls in various forms of undress, chatting and giggling. Is it my imagination or do they all have the look of supermodels about them and a fairly international too. Not that I'am complaining or anything. They were all getting dressed in the uniform of the ball girls of the Madrid open which consisted of a cropped black polo shirt that bared the midriff, short white pleated Lacoste skirt that barely came up to the thigh with black sports socks and bright yellow Adidas sneakers. White baseball caps completed the look. Chloe had also noted that for underwear they wore solid black thong panties and matching Nike sports bras, some had even gone topless. There was one girl fully dressed, a pretty blonde with heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and big blue eyes her hair looped through her cap in ponytail giving her suggestive looks which the others had picked up on. Chloe smiled making a show of flaunting her toned athletic dripping body. She's just my size alright, I just need to get her alone from her friends and she's all mine. Shouldn't be too hard, she's asking for it. Closing her locker, the girl turned to Chloe eyeing up her lithe wet form.
"Hi, babe. Are you new here? I didn't realise we had many Asian girls. What's you name, Hun?" The blonde asked in an American accent biting her bottom lip, as her friends shared amused glances. Chloe smiled taking off her towel to dry her hair, giving the blonde a good long look at her tanned named form, emphasising her breasts and ass. "Hey, I'am new here but you can call be Chloe. Sweetie." The blondes lips parted with desire as she got closer to the assassin. "Chloe? That's a pretty name." She replied in a husky voice full of arousal. "You can call me, Amy. You must get this a lot but you are hot, babe." Chloe giggled tracing the woman's arm. "Only from cuties like you honey. You know you're no slouch either. How about I dry myself and then we can get all wet again, huh?" She flirted heavily. Behind them one ball girl, a pretty ebony skinned girl rolled her eyes.
"Come on Amy, we're going to be late for Desperaux's game, at this rate. You can fuck her later." Ebony emarked with a British twang, folding her arms across her small chest. Next to her a cute auburn haired girl with shoulder length braided pigtails, squared freckled features and emerald eyes tutted grabbing Ebony's hand. "Come on, give her a break Clarice. Amy needs this after that stuck up bitch, Mandy dumped her over Facebook." She said in a Russian accent leading Clarice out of the locker room. "Oh alright, Lyuda. We can say she just got held up in the shower or something." Lyuda patted her on the shoulder before flashing Amy a week. "Good luck!" She called out before leaving the two women alone. Amy then smiled widely. "Looks like it's just you and me babe." Giggling, Chloe gently took the blondes hand, leading her around the corner to the showers and her doom.
Pinning Amy to the wall with her mouth, Chloe reached her hand up the blondes skirt sliding her panties to one side, feeling a full clit topped with a mere trimmed tuft. Chloe dipped her fingers into the girls labia gently teasing the fleshy folds, eliciting moans of arousal from the girl who arched her back in desire. Well, well. Looks like she has been touched before, maybe that ex of hers. She must have been insane, giving Amy up. Blondie is sure up for it and if I had more time then I would have accommodated her. But still she has to die before she climaxes, oh well... "You like that don't you, sweet Amy?" The girl nodded "Yes, yes. More..." She moaned rubbing hips in tune with Chloe's fingers. Chloe smiled reaching up to the blonde's slender neck with her left hand. "Well, I guarantee you won't like...this!" She cried grasping the sides of Amy's throat hand like a claw, squeezing tight. "What?! S..stop you're hurting m-me!" She whimpered in fear. Chloe only gripped tighter in response. "It's nothing personal...babe." she said squeezing the claw like a vice, then flicking her wrist up and to the left breaking the young blondes neck. Hearing the satisfying crunch of bone followed by Amy's death rattle, Chloe tasted Amy's juices licking her fingers. "Mmm, between you and the brunette I don't know which of you tasted better." Chuckling she let the cooling corpse slid down the wall, legs spread wide.
Kneeing beside the pretty dead Amy, Chloe began stripping the corpse admiring the bruising to the blonde's neck left by the eagle's claw, her head lolling on her shoulder. Reaching up past the girls skirt, Chloe grabbed Amy's solid black thong panties whipping them from between her thighs, down her long divine legs. After pulling up Amy's underwear, the former ninja reached around the blonde's rear unzipping the skirt from the rear slipping the garment from her slender hips in one quick motion exposing the blonde's full trimmed snatch. "Not too shabby indeed, sweet Amy." Chloe quipped closing the accusing eyes of the former ball girl, before unlacing her sneakers removing them along with the ankle socks. Dressing herself in the skirt, sneakers and socks Chloe pulling off Amy's baseball cap then holding up the girl's arms yanked up her cropped polo shirt up over her head then unhooked her solid black cross back Nike sports bra. "Mmm? Nice little tits as well, just like mine." Whistled Chloe as she cupped Amy's small but buoyant B-cups with puffy pink areolas and perky nipples. After quickly getting dressed in the rest of Amy's uniform, taking out the girls scrunchie to adopt a small ponytail Chloe took hold of the dead girl's ankles dragging her naked body around the corner to the row of lockers. Finding one open, she stuffed the attractive corpse into the locker posing her as if she had been pleasuring herself tossing the towel over her head, then slammed the locker shut locking it.
Walking back round to the cubicle where she had first met the unfortunate Arianna, Chloe scooped up her duffle bag with her garrote, catsuit and explosive tennis ball concealed inside. Looping it over her shoulder, she made her way out of the shower room towards court 3.
Passageway to Court 3, 11:00am
Has she strode purposefully through the deserted corridor following the signs to court 3, Chloe noticed a familiar face walk back in the opposite direction towards her. It was the red headed Russian girl, Lyuda. She flashed her a quick smile as she neared a broom cupboard that was strangely ajar. The girl was about to open her mouth to ask her something but whatever it was was lost to history, as the door behind her quickly flew open. Chloe saw a flash of a very familiar face loop an aluminium wire around Lyuda's neck yanking her inside with a surprised choked squeak, the door slamming shut. Then it clicked! What a moment? I recognise that aluminium wire anywhere and that face. I wonder if that's an old friend of mine... Grinning, Chloe walked in hearing the dulcet tones of the redhead choking.
Broom Cupboard, Court 3 Passageway Same Moment
Kicking the redheaded ball girls legs from under her, Lexi Ramos grinned as she pulled that much tighter the girl desperately trying to throw her off but to no avail, trying to choke out a scream. "Sorry, chica. But you are all mine." Chuckling she pulled even harder on the redheads throat, then came the sound that was music to the Mexican assassins ears, the crack of the hyoid bone. The girl let out a slow cute death rattle, hanging limply from the aluminium wire. Then the sound of the cupboard door opening, caused her to freeze and look up, blinking in surprise at the new arrival dressed as a ball girl. "I thought I recognised that aluminium wire! Heya, Lexi. Long time no see." Came the voice of her best friend, Chloe Tanaka who closed the door behind her. "Chloe!" She cried tossing the redheads limp body to the ground, embracing the Japanese American in a crushing hug. "What are you doing here? It's been three weeks since Milan. You on a contract. Desperaux, I take it?" Chloe returned the hug, smiling wide. "Yep, a sporting rival wants her to take an early retirement. Yourself?" Lexi pulled out of the hug gently brushing Chloe's arm. "A scorned wife. Apparently, our tennis pro likes to play the field. I have to say that outfit looks a treat on you. Really brings out your features." Chloe giggled. "Well, what can I say black was always my colour. Besides, it looks better on me than it did on its previous owner." Lexi laughed then turned to the red heads body. "Come on, we can catch up while we strip this mark." She said tipping the red heads body onto her back with her toe, unzipping her catsuit dropping it to the floor. "I thought you'd never ask." Smiled Chloe as her eyes drank in Lexi's toned ass.
"So tell me Chloe; How did you get in here?" Lexi asked reaching up Lyuda's skirt whipping her solid black G-string thong down her long dancer legs. " I crawled through the ducts above the women's shower room." Chloe smiled closing the redhead's staring eyes before pulling off her baseball cap, admiring the thin red line left by Lexi's wire. "I dropped in, killed a girl for a towel, stashed her in the vents. I got the outfit the from a blonde who was a little horny for her own good. I fingered her a little then broke her neck with the eagles claw, stuffed the body in a locker." Lexi, now wearing Lyuda's thong nodded impressed looking up from unlacing the girl's sneakers. "Damn! You don't mess around! You're already two-one up on me! I would never have thought of the shower rooms, the towel is an inspired idea." She said slipping off the socks and sneakers, before reaching around Lyuda's rear unzipping the skirt. "Benefits of ninja training, my friend. So how about you?" Lexi winked glancing over her shoulder to the open vent behind her. Chloe laughed holding up Lyuda's arms, taking hold of the hem of her top. "We do seem to spend a lot of our lives in vents, don't we?" She pulled up the dead girls top, as Lexi yanked off her skirt from her waist letting the now naked pretty corpse flop back onto the floor. "Hmm? Get a load of these tits, Lexi." Chloe remarked gesturing to Lyuda's well formed freckled C-cup breasts with puffy light pink full areolas. Lexi made an appreciative grunt. "Not bad, not bad at all. But if you liked that, then get a load of her pussy." Chloe glanced down to take in the sight of the red headed russians small pierced pink womanhood, topped with a trimmed fan of auburn hair. "Wow, she's brave. Bet you're glad you don't have to wear that?" Lexi chuckled nodding as she gathered up Lyuda's uniform. "Yep. Get rid of her will you, while I get dressed?" She asked pulling up the pleated skirt.
Throwing the naked body of Lyuda over her shoulder, making sure to squeeze her pert little plum shaped ass Chloe walked over to the open vent. "So have heard anything from Lagerfeld?" Asked Lexi as she laced up Lyuda's sneakers. Chloe shook her head, sliding the naked form of Lyuda into the vent on her side. "No, not a peep. I think we must have scared him off with our little model massacre." Lexi shrugged pulling on the cropped black top followed by the baseball cap. "A pity. I was looking forward to the massive payout. Still, he should have known we don't often leave loose ends." She said walked up to Chloe, rubbing her hands together. "So my friend. What do you say to us teaming up again like old times? Kill this Desperaux bitch, get paid and shitfaced after?" Chloe flashed her a cheeky wink, sealing up the vent. "I think that sounds like a fine idea, Lexi. So what was your original plan?"
Lexi put her hands on her hips, giving Chloe a great view of her body Lyuda's clothes looking snug on her. "Well, I was going to impersonate Desperaux's opponent Conchita Gonzalez. She's an unseeded nobody from Seville and a dead ringer for yours truly. The two have never met but Desperaux as a habit of bedding her opponents, she's quite promiscuous that way." Chloe chuckled. "And French. Not a bad plan, but I was going to serve her this..." She handed Lexi the explosive tennis, who looked it over impressed as Chloe showed her how to arm it. "...a small RDX charge with a five second fuse. Enough boom to blow her socks off but not to blow up the entire court." Lexi handed her back the deadly ball. "Very nice, the rival much really hate her. How about this? We combine our plans; I kill Gonzalez and strip her down. We play a few sets then you give me that ball then payday! I dress back up Lyuda's uniform and we get evacuated as two terrified ball girls." Chloe gently squeezed Lexi's shoulder. "That sounds like fun, I'am game. Anyhow I didn't know you played tennis, Lex?" Lexi winked as the two women left the broom cupboard. "I used to play back when I was in the Army. Helps keep one spry." Chloe scanned the mexican assassins ass. "I'll bet..." Lexi noticing her look, giggled in response.
The Changing Room of Conchita Gonzalez 11:20am
24 year old unseeded pro Conchita Gonzalez, sighed as she put her best pink lipstick sitting at her vanity. Even if I don't win today, I will still be the most attractive, the more better dressed player on the clay. Much more then that french puta. And if she asks me to shower with her, just politely refuse. She's definitely not my type. Conchita was an attractive sexy Spaniard with tanned heart shaped features, high cheekbones and bright almond shaped hazel eyes, a white half cap perched over her spiky jet black pixie cut hair. Her toned athletic figure hugged by a short tight sleeveless collared blue and white tennis dress, that showed off the solid white hipster shorts she wore underneath. White sweatbands on each wrist with matching ankle socks and tennis shoes completed the look. A knocking at the door interrupted her thoughts." Yes! What is it?" She cried irritably tossing her lipstick at the mirror, before rising to open the door.
She was greeted by two young pretty ball girls; one was a cute lithe Asian girl while the other, a sexy latina made the tennis pro blink in surprise, aside from her eyes which were brown, she could easily pass as her at a glance. "Yes? What do you want? I'am due in court in 5 minutes!" The latina smiled clutching a water bottle. "We've come bearing water for the game. Might we come in, Ms Gonzalez?" Conchita eyed up the water bottle. You shouldn't say no to free water. After all it's important to stay hydrated, at least that's what coach Reyes always says. "Alright come in make it quick! I have a game to win!" She opened the door wide letting the girls in, turning her back on them. "Just put it over th-mmmph!" Conchita cried as she was suddenly grabbed from behind, an arm lock pinning her arms in place, while another clamped a hand over her mouth pinching her nose. The Asian girl quickly closed the door behind them, while the latina held her against the wall.
"Shh! Don't struggle Conchita, it will all be over soon. Chloe, if you'd mind doing the honours?" The latina asked the Asian girl who winked in reply. "It would be my pleasure, Lexi." Conchita started to weep as the Asian girl unzipped the front of her dress, exposing her lush c-cups enveloped by a white sports bra. Conchita bucked frantically shaking her head, tears streaming down her face as she understood her attackers intentions. "I said hush, bitch!" The latina, Lexi hissed squeezing her hand tighter around her mouth, slowly suffocating her. Conchita started to feel her consciousness fade, little dark spots appeared in her vision as Chloe slipped the dress from her shoulders letting it drop to the floor. Then letting out a muffled death rattle, Conchita Gonzalez lost her desperate fight for life slumping into the arms of her killer, Lexi.
"Impressive lung volume on this one, for a minute I thought she wouldn't die." Quipped Lexi unhooking the dead woman's Lacoste sports bra, admiring her buoyant firm breasts with full perky dark pink areolas. "Must be all that grunting she did during her rallies." Chloe replied whipping off the matching white hipster shorts down her tanned athletic legs, exposing a full vagina crowned by a thick trimmed strip of black pubic hair before pulling off the sweat bands. "Right, I will leave you to get dressed and stash the body. It will look a little weird if we both ran onto the court together. I will leave my bag here, we can collect it later." Chloe unlooped her duffel bag, taking out her explosive ball then setting the bag on the vanity, while Lexi dragged Conchita's naked corpse still wearing her shoes, socks and hat over to her chair sitting her down. "Alright, Chloe. See you soon." The Japanese-American winked gently brushing past Lexi's ass before leaving the dressing room.
"Looks like it's just me and you, Conchita." Lexi said to the woman's cooling corpse stripping off the ball girl outfit packing it into Chloe's bag, before pulling off Conchita's hat putting it on along with her studded earrings. Once she had unlaced the tennis players shoes, removing them and the socks Lexi quickly dressed in Conchita's sexy little tennis dress, including her underwear. What a sexy little number. I think I will take both this and the ball girls outfit as souvenirs. " What do you think, Conchita? It looks better on me right?" She rhetorically asked the naked corpse sat slumped in her chair legs spread. "Well, I will take that as a yes then." She winked when she received no answer. "Time to get you of the way..." Lifting the naked body from the chair, Lexi dragged her over to her locked stashing her inside in a slumped standing position. Slamming the door shut, the mexican assassin grabbed Conchita's racket then looped her kitbag over her shoulder. "Time to get paid." She grinned locking the door behind her as she left.
Court 3 11:26am
"And now introducing Ms Desperaux's opponent! From Seville! Ms Conchita Gonzalez!" Chloe standing by the umpire's chair heard the loud booming voice of the Spanish MC as Lexi emerged from the tunnel, clapping along to the packed local crowd. The two assassins shared the merest of nods, as Lexi got into position opposite their target. Maxine Desperaux was an attractive 21 year old rising star in the tennis world, France's current female number one. Well not for much longer, if we've got anything to say about it. Chloe thought acidly regarding the french star. A petite girl with diamond shaped features, pale green eyes and her long strawberry blonde hair tied into a long ponytail looped through her black baseball cap that matched the vest, pleated short skirt, socks and tennis shoes she wore. Watching the French woman prepare her first service, Chloe smiled. Let the games begin.
An Hour Later
Lexi had to admit, the bitch was worthy of her title as French number one giving her a run for her money. Currently, she was one set up having won their previous rally closely at 40 points to 30 points. Lexi was exhilarated she hadn't enjoyed a game of tennis like this in a long time. She was particularly enjoying the looks Chloe had been shooting her, as she darted her sweaty body all across the clay. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. Time to end this game with a bang! With Maxine having the next service, Lexi let her ace her on the next strike sending the ball bouncing off the clay towards the umpire's chair. Chloe quickly peeled off to retrieve the ball, switching it with her explosive surprise. She smiled tossing it to Lexi, dumping the real one in a bucket next to her. Making a show of serving, Lexi pressed the little button on the charges side just like Chloe showed her before hitting it with her racket at head height towards Desperaux who was just about to return the serve when BANG!
The concussive blast propelled Desperaux back three feet where she landed dead, head and shoulders torn up and blackened by shrapnel wounds from the bomb. The crowd screamed in panic as many ran from the stands or onto the court, the stewards and security staff unable to contain the mob. Behind them, Spanish paramedics ran to tend to the stricken tennis player but shook their heads seeing the dead open eyes of the french number one. Using the confusion to their advantage, the two assassins found each other. Clasping hands they ran into the tunnel towards Gonzalez's dressing room.
The Dressing Room of Conchita Gonzalez 12:35:pm
"Did you see that, Lex? That was fucking awesome. The directed concussive blast worked like a charm, blew her off her feet." Whooped Chloe as Lexi redressed in the ball girls outfit. "Holy hell, Chloe! Where did you learn to craft explosives like that?" She asked packing Conchita's dress and underwear in Chloe's bag. The Asian assassin just leaned against the door, tapping her nose. "Ninja trade secrets, my friend. If I told you then I would probably have to kill you, and that's something I really wouldn't want to do." Smiling Lexi handed her back her bag, which Chloe looped over her shoulder. "Alright time to vamos. We can back to my hotel and have a few drinks to celebrate. First rounds on me." Chloe laughed as she opened the door. "Looking forward to it, babe." Giggling the two assassins left the dressing room behind, running down the corridor.
Access Corridor 5 minutes Later
About halfway, they bumped into a harried looking steward. "Oh my god! You startled me. Come on girls, I will lead you out to safety. There could be more terrorists about." Chloe put on her best terrified girl face. "What, Terrorists. Here?!" She covered her mouth in fake fear. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" Lexi whimpered. The steward flashed them a look of sympathy. "Don't worry, follow me. I keep you safe." Falling in behind the man, Chloe smiled behind his back. "Sucker..." She breathed as Lexi chuckled under her breath.
Madrid Hilton Bar 13:30pm
"Here's to a job well done, Chloe." Lexi toasted as the two assassins clinked their glasses together before downing their shots of Tequila. "There's not a feeling like it, Lex. But for me, the money is only half the reward. Know what I mean?" Lexi grinned as she ordered another couple of shots of Tequila. "Yes, I think I do. After all, what women can say they can do the things we can do? To get a rush from it." As the bartender returned with two glasses and the bottle of amber liquid, Lexi winked at him. "Leave the bottle, por favour?" She said sliding the man a couple of 50 euro bills, which he shoved down his waistcoat. Pouring out two additional shots which they downed, Lexi slid off the stool grabbing the bottle. "You know, Chloe. I have seen the looks you've been shooting my way. If you want to... celebrate a little more privately then I'am in room 243. Bring a couple of glasses and we can see where the rest of the day takes us." She leant into Chloe's ear, whispering gently massaging the assassins forearm before kissing her softly on the cheek and sauntering out of the bar glancing coyly over her shoulder.
Watching the sway of Lexi's tight ass through the stolen pleated skirt, Chloe giggled taking the two tumblers from the bar. After downing the full one, shuddering with delight as the alcohol poured down her throat Chloe followed the mexican out of the bar and into the elevator. "I knew you couldn't resist, babe." She giggled as the elevator doors closed. Chloe then pinned her to the wall with her mouth, passionately kissing her tasting the sweet liquor on her breath. "I love you, Lex. And I'am so looking forward to peeling you of those clothes." Lexi laughed flicking the emergency stop switch. "Then what are you waiting for, Chloe?" They both giggled as began to make out in the elevator, giving in to their carnal desires.
