A Landslide Election :- A Chloe Tanaka USB Story
Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2024 8:52 pm
Fresh from her mission in Madrid where she unexpectedly ran into her lover and fellow mercenary Lexi Ramos, former ninja Chloe Tanaka finds herself in the southern Italian town of Sapienza. She has taken a contract from Caruso Mafia Syndicate worth $20 million US dollars to kill Italian far-right politician Marco Abiatti, leader of the Prima L'Italia Party who is currently campaigning for Sapienza's seat in parliament. The mob had been generous with their "contributions" to Abiatti's campaign but have grown frustrated at their candidates unwillingness to pay their donations back. Therefore, Don Silvio Caruso as placed a kill order on the Italian politician for defaulting on his payments and wishes an example to be made of him. One that Chloe Tanaka eagerly answered. Now observing her target from a Sapienza coffee shop, Chloe must acquire a suitable disguise to get close to Abiatti and strike. Luckily, like any man Marco has a love for beautiful young women. Which will will prove to be his downfall...
Sapienza, Southern Italy, 2nd August 2023, 11:30am
Politics. Chloe Tanaka never had much interest in politics except whenever she was hired to kill a politician then it was an entirely different matter. In fact, Chloe had suspected she had killed more politicians, of either gender down the years then anyone else. There's always a rival candidate that wants to fix the result in their favour or even out of hardcore jealousy. Hell, if it wasn't for politicians I wouldn't be a wealthy woman. Thought Chloe has she sat in the local coffee shop, the warm Mediterranean Sea bathing her in it's warm embrace her eyes firmly fixed on her target, Italian politician Marco Abiatti the leader of the Prima L'Italia party was cutting a dashing figure with his swarthy Italian complexion and dapper red pinstriped suit. This contract is a little more juicier then the average. Old Marco, like any good politician has forgotten who put him in power and hasn't repaid his debts to the Caruso family and now I'am going to collect it all by killing him. Making a show of drinking her cappuccino looking every bit an innocent tourist, Chloe glanced over her shades recounting her contract.
Thanks to intelligence provided by Caruso through her handler Angela, Chloe had a very good understanding of the man, his uncouth habits and iternary which allowed her to plan her hit to a fine detail. Abiatti not only loved to eat plates of food with his bare hands but loved to piss into open graves, not exactly someone you would bring home and introduce to your mother. Chloe chuckled to herself. If I brought this slimeball back to mom , she would've probably slid a tanto across his throat as soon as he started eating. How I miss mother sometimes.. Shaking feelings of melancholy from her mind, Chloe resumed her reconnaissance. Perhaps the most useful piece of information she had learned from Caruso's dossier was that Marco Abiatti, had wondering hands and often touched his young female staff in an inappropriate manner. In fact he was doing just that right now, while chatting to the Mayor of Sapienza groping the plum shaped ass of a campaign girl standing at his shoulders. And it was these tight sexy girls, more accurately their outfits that were of an interest to the assassin.
The girls were all pretty little things, mostly Italian but one or two were international which was a good thing if Chloe's plan was to work. They were dressed in a tight white cropped tank top that showed off their lean midriffs, and emphasised the bust over which was a green sash worn on the right shoulder, tight red leather pants which accentuated the hips and ass and finally black heel pumps. Chloe smiled feeling her nipples prick under her white top at the sight of so much exposed female skin. Mmm, I'am going to enjoy peeling one of these girls out of her clothes. And I bet Lexi would feel the same has well were she here. Giggling at the memory of the wild night of sex she had with Lexi after Madrid, Chloe felt her loins go afire. Luckily for me, Caruso gave me carte blanche and any witnesses are fair game. So I will get one of these girls alone, garrote her and take her clothes, the mob disposes of the evidence. I flutter my eyelashes at Marco before his speech, get him alone somewhere then it's the end of his election. After another five minutes of observation, Chloe caught her break. A young petite Italian campaign girl, with slightly tanned oval features, high cheekbones and big brown almond shaped eyes all framed by shoulder length curly brown hair broke off from the group. Clutching an atomiser, the girl entered a blind alley. Chloe grinned. If I'am not much mistaken, that's the girl with the sweet ass who Marco groped. Well it's not you lucky day, honey. After finishing her coffee, Chloe tipped the waitress generously before crossing the street towards the alley. Taking out her carbon fibre wire garrote from her red leather biker jacket, Chloe flexed it in anticipation for the kill entering the alley.
Blind Alley 11:42am
23 year old, Part time model and campaign girl Lucia Vecchio sighed with pleasure as she leaned against the dumpster taking a puff of her atomiser feeling the bubblegum flavoured nicotine hit her lungs. Man, I needed that. I swear they are not paying me enough to be pawed at by that repulsive Signor Abiatti. He's all hands. Besides I don't even support the far right, I voted for the left wing candidate. Blowing out a steady stream of white smoke, Lucia was caught completely unawares as a wire was looped around her slender throat, making her drop her atomiser. "Don't you know, sweetie? Those things can kill you just as readily as cigarettes!" Hissed a distinct female American accent kicking Lucia's legs from under her, forcing her to her knees. The young model choked fighting desperately for life, as she tried to pull the wire off her neck. But the mysterious woman, who was breathing heavily simply pulled the tighter and tighter, until Lucia heard the sickening sound of her throat being crushed. Letting out a slow rattle of breath, Lucia Vecchio slumped dead in Chloe's wire arms hanging limply by her sides. The light leaving her eyes forever.
"Time to get you naked, honey." Chloe quipped into the dead girls ear unwinding her fibre wire from her constricted throat, admiring the thin red line and bruising left behind. As she stripped off her biker leathers including her underwear, Chloe smiled seeing the nipples of the girl's B-cups peaking through the thin fabric of her top. "Wel, someone was a brave girl today. Let's see what you have under the hood." Kneeling naked beside the campaign girl's corpse, Chloe began to strip her, humming along to Satisfaction by the Rolling Stones. After looping the green sash over the girl's head, Chloe slipped off her pumps then unbuttoning the red leather pants tugging them off her slender hips before whipping them off her long divine legs with one smooth pull. "Hmm? Cute little thong, no wonder he took an interest in you. But it's all mine now." Chloe winked at the corpse quickly pulling off her white lace g-string thong with a tasteful little bow on the rear, exposing a small clean shaven vagina and cute plum shaped ass. "Huh, just like Lexi's. But you aren't really a patch on her, dear." Once she had slipped on the girl's pants and thong, Chloe flicked up the pretty half naked corpse's arms gently sliding the tank top over her head taking care not to get any blood on the garment from the neck wound. Letting the now naked corpse flop back onto the pavement, Chloe felt her nipples prick as she admired the girl's well formed and buoyant B-cup breasts with puffy dark pink areolas, wobbling from the impact. Grinning, she quickly got dressed in the rest of the woman's clothes.
"Well, this fits me like a glove honey. And it looks better on me then it did you. Another outfit to add to my collection. Now time to get rid of you." Taking the girl's corpse by her ankles, Chloe dragged her over to the dumpster leaning her over the side, taking the opportunity to grope the girls ass. "Mmm, I can't say I really blame Marco. That ass is soft and silky smooth. Ah well, too bad for you that our paths met." She said casually tipping her inside like a sack of garbage. After packing her clothes into her rucksack and stashing them inside with the corpse, Chloe took up her phone dialling Caruso's number. "I have some evidence ready for disposal. A dumpster in the alley opposite the coffee shop by the docks. And please don't touch the bag, or I will charge extra." Hanging up her smartphone, she pocketed it along with her garrote. Crouching she picked up the girl's atomiser, tossing it into the dumpster. "Smoking kills, babe." She quipped to the girls naked body before slamming down the lid and leaving the alley behind.
Sapienza Main Piazza, 11:56am
Using her disguise, Chloe weaved her way through the crowd making sure to come in-between the stage and Abiatti who seemed to be busy tucking into the remains of a pizza while flanked by two plain clothes bodyguards dressed in black suits, who were most definitely packing heat judging by the way they were carrying themselves. Chloe suppressed a grimace has her target looked up wiping his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes fixed on her grinning from ear to ear. With his bodyguards in tow, he approached the assassin. "Well look at you, precious? My campaign manager told me she hired some far eastern girls but you are the first I have seen today. Bella Donna." He said with a wink as his hand migrated to her ass, gently squeezing it through the stolen leather. Resisting the urge to punch the man in the throat, Chloe giggled. "Well we always seem to turn up in the most beautiful of places, Mr Abiatti." She tittered before leaning in to whisper in his ear. " And if want to know what's under those pants, then all you have to is as ask." She added, caressing his forearm for affect. Ugh! I feel just dirty doing this but it's not I haven't done it before. Both men and women have fallen for my charms and have died in my arms. Abiatti chuckled. "You are relentless my dear. I think I can fit the time into my busy schedule." Next to him one of his bodyguards shook his head, leaning in.
Signor, you're due to give your speech in ten minutes. I would advise against it." Abiatti let out an impatient sigh, turning angrily to face him. "And I'am the one who pays your wages, Giovanni. Besides the people of this ratspun little fishing town can wait, while i attend to this lovely creature." Giovanni bowed in his head respect as Abiatti took Chloe's hand. "Come my dear, I know a place where we can get a little privacy." Giovanni suddenly got in front of them. "But Signor, has the head of your security I really must insist we accompany you-" "You will not, Giovanni!" The politician furiously waved him away with his hand. "It's not like this lovely girl is an assassin is she?" The bodyguard turned to his fellow who nodded. Resigning himself to defeat, Giovanni let them pass. Squeezing her hand a little roughly, Marco led her through the crowd towards the church.
The Graveyard of St Mary's All Saints, Catholic Church 12:10pm
"A cemetery? Really Signor Abiatti, isn't this kind of sacrilegious in your country?" Chloe said genuinely surprised as they entered the deserted cemetery with a single open grave nearby. Turning to face her he smiled. "So what? It's not like we are going to wake the dead with our...revels. Anyway, before we begin I have drunk too much wine and I need to take a piss. Excùse signorina." Winking he approached the open grave and opened up his fly zipper letting out a sigh of relief. Hiding her revulsion, Chloe immediately saw her opportunity and took it. Taking out her garrote, she advanced on him quickly looping the wire around his neck and kicking his legs out from under him, pulling tight. The man began to choke trying to pull her off but Chloe was far too experienced for that."You sir are a vile degenerate. What woman would have you? I killed a girl for these clothes, and I'am now I'am going to kill you, arreviderci Signor !" She hissed in his ear giving one more sharp tug, hearing the satisfying sound of Abiatti's throat being crushed. His tongue sticking out, the dead politician let out a low death as Chloe unwound her garrote and kicked his body in the grave. "Don Caruso sends his regards, Marco." The assassin smiled taking a picture of the deceased Abiatti to Caruso has proof of death. "Rest in peace." She quipped before sweeping from the cemetery, leaving Marco Abiatti to the crows.
The Alley near The Coffee Shop, 12:20pm
Returning to the alley near the coffee shop, Chloe retrieved her backpack from the now empty dumpster with no trace of the dead naked campaign girl and quickly got redressed in her clothes packing her new stolen outfit away, all except the underwear which she still had on. No sooner had she pulled on her jacket then her phone rang, putting it to her ear she smiled hearing the familiar British accent of her handler, Angela. "Don Caruso sends his regards on a job well done, Chloe. He's wiring the money into your account as we speak. Plus he wants me to express the gratitude of his men for your little present you left them. She's currently floating at the bottom of the Mediterranean." Chloe grinned as she walked from the alley towards her red Yamaha superbike. "Well, Angie at least I got a nice seven figure payout and a new outfit for the collection. I would say that's a good day." Angela laughed. "Indeed, see you soon, Chloe. Angie signing off."
As Angela hung up, Chloe noticed she had one missed call from Lexi. "Damn, she must have tried to get in touch." Straddling her bike she hit the green call button, hearing the dialling tone but sighing when she heard the engaged tone. "The cellular customer you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later." Droned the monotone female voice. "Huh? She must be on a job. I'll call her when I'am back in Rome." Pocketing her smartphone, Chloe strapped on her helmet then revved up her bike driving past a swarm of carabinieri 4x4 jeeps, their sirens blaring. Laughing she sped into the blistering Mediterranean sun, a few million dollars richer.
Sapienza, Southern Italy, 2nd August 2023, 11:30am
Politics. Chloe Tanaka never had much interest in politics except whenever she was hired to kill a politician then it was an entirely different matter. In fact, Chloe had suspected she had killed more politicians, of either gender down the years then anyone else. There's always a rival candidate that wants to fix the result in their favour or even out of hardcore jealousy. Hell, if it wasn't for politicians I wouldn't be a wealthy woman. Thought Chloe has she sat in the local coffee shop, the warm Mediterranean Sea bathing her in it's warm embrace her eyes firmly fixed on her target, Italian politician Marco Abiatti the leader of the Prima L'Italia party was cutting a dashing figure with his swarthy Italian complexion and dapper red pinstriped suit. This contract is a little more juicier then the average. Old Marco, like any good politician has forgotten who put him in power and hasn't repaid his debts to the Caruso family and now I'am going to collect it all by killing him. Making a show of drinking her cappuccino looking every bit an innocent tourist, Chloe glanced over her shades recounting her contract.
Thanks to intelligence provided by Caruso through her handler Angela, Chloe had a very good understanding of the man, his uncouth habits and iternary which allowed her to plan her hit to a fine detail. Abiatti not only loved to eat plates of food with his bare hands but loved to piss into open graves, not exactly someone you would bring home and introduce to your mother. Chloe chuckled to herself. If I brought this slimeball back to mom , she would've probably slid a tanto across his throat as soon as he started eating. How I miss mother sometimes.. Shaking feelings of melancholy from her mind, Chloe resumed her reconnaissance. Perhaps the most useful piece of information she had learned from Caruso's dossier was that Marco Abiatti, had wondering hands and often touched his young female staff in an inappropriate manner. In fact he was doing just that right now, while chatting to the Mayor of Sapienza groping the plum shaped ass of a campaign girl standing at his shoulders. And it was these tight sexy girls, more accurately their outfits that were of an interest to the assassin.
The girls were all pretty little things, mostly Italian but one or two were international which was a good thing if Chloe's plan was to work. They were dressed in a tight white cropped tank top that showed off their lean midriffs, and emphasised the bust over which was a green sash worn on the right shoulder, tight red leather pants which accentuated the hips and ass and finally black heel pumps. Chloe smiled feeling her nipples prick under her white top at the sight of so much exposed female skin. Mmm, I'am going to enjoy peeling one of these girls out of her clothes. And I bet Lexi would feel the same has well were she here. Giggling at the memory of the wild night of sex she had with Lexi after Madrid, Chloe felt her loins go afire. Luckily for me, Caruso gave me carte blanche and any witnesses are fair game. So I will get one of these girls alone, garrote her and take her clothes, the mob disposes of the evidence. I flutter my eyelashes at Marco before his speech, get him alone somewhere then it's the end of his election. After another five minutes of observation, Chloe caught her break. A young petite Italian campaign girl, with slightly tanned oval features, high cheekbones and big brown almond shaped eyes all framed by shoulder length curly brown hair broke off from the group. Clutching an atomiser, the girl entered a blind alley. Chloe grinned. If I'am not much mistaken, that's the girl with the sweet ass who Marco groped. Well it's not you lucky day, honey. After finishing her coffee, Chloe tipped the waitress generously before crossing the street towards the alley. Taking out her carbon fibre wire garrote from her red leather biker jacket, Chloe flexed it in anticipation for the kill entering the alley.
Blind Alley 11:42am
23 year old, Part time model and campaign girl Lucia Vecchio sighed with pleasure as she leaned against the dumpster taking a puff of her atomiser feeling the bubblegum flavoured nicotine hit her lungs. Man, I needed that. I swear they are not paying me enough to be pawed at by that repulsive Signor Abiatti. He's all hands. Besides I don't even support the far right, I voted for the left wing candidate. Blowing out a steady stream of white smoke, Lucia was caught completely unawares as a wire was looped around her slender throat, making her drop her atomiser. "Don't you know, sweetie? Those things can kill you just as readily as cigarettes!" Hissed a distinct female American accent kicking Lucia's legs from under her, forcing her to her knees. The young model choked fighting desperately for life, as she tried to pull the wire off her neck. But the mysterious woman, who was breathing heavily simply pulled the tighter and tighter, until Lucia heard the sickening sound of her throat being crushed. Letting out a slow rattle of breath, Lucia Vecchio slumped dead in Chloe's wire arms hanging limply by her sides. The light leaving her eyes forever.
"Time to get you naked, honey." Chloe quipped into the dead girls ear unwinding her fibre wire from her constricted throat, admiring the thin red line and bruising left behind. As she stripped off her biker leathers including her underwear, Chloe smiled seeing the nipples of the girl's B-cups peaking through the thin fabric of her top. "Wel, someone was a brave girl today. Let's see what you have under the hood." Kneeling naked beside the campaign girl's corpse, Chloe began to strip her, humming along to Satisfaction by the Rolling Stones. After looping the green sash over the girl's head, Chloe slipped off her pumps then unbuttoning the red leather pants tugging them off her slender hips before whipping them off her long divine legs with one smooth pull. "Hmm? Cute little thong, no wonder he took an interest in you. But it's all mine now." Chloe winked at the corpse quickly pulling off her white lace g-string thong with a tasteful little bow on the rear, exposing a small clean shaven vagina and cute plum shaped ass. "Huh, just like Lexi's. But you aren't really a patch on her, dear." Once she had slipped on the girl's pants and thong, Chloe flicked up the pretty half naked corpse's arms gently sliding the tank top over her head taking care not to get any blood on the garment from the neck wound. Letting the now naked corpse flop back onto the pavement, Chloe felt her nipples prick as she admired the girl's well formed and buoyant B-cup breasts with puffy dark pink areolas, wobbling from the impact. Grinning, she quickly got dressed in the rest of the woman's clothes.
"Well, this fits me like a glove honey. And it looks better on me then it did you. Another outfit to add to my collection. Now time to get rid of you." Taking the girl's corpse by her ankles, Chloe dragged her over to the dumpster leaning her over the side, taking the opportunity to grope the girls ass. "Mmm, I can't say I really blame Marco. That ass is soft and silky smooth. Ah well, too bad for you that our paths met." She said casually tipping her inside like a sack of garbage. After packing her clothes into her rucksack and stashing them inside with the corpse, Chloe took up her phone dialling Caruso's number. "I have some evidence ready for disposal. A dumpster in the alley opposite the coffee shop by the docks. And please don't touch the bag, or I will charge extra." Hanging up her smartphone, she pocketed it along with her garrote. Crouching she picked up the girl's atomiser, tossing it into the dumpster. "Smoking kills, babe." She quipped to the girls naked body before slamming down the lid and leaving the alley behind.
Sapienza Main Piazza, 11:56am
Using her disguise, Chloe weaved her way through the crowd making sure to come in-between the stage and Abiatti who seemed to be busy tucking into the remains of a pizza while flanked by two plain clothes bodyguards dressed in black suits, who were most definitely packing heat judging by the way they were carrying themselves. Chloe suppressed a grimace has her target looked up wiping his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes fixed on her grinning from ear to ear. With his bodyguards in tow, he approached the assassin. "Well look at you, precious? My campaign manager told me she hired some far eastern girls but you are the first I have seen today. Bella Donna." He said with a wink as his hand migrated to her ass, gently squeezing it through the stolen leather. Resisting the urge to punch the man in the throat, Chloe giggled. "Well we always seem to turn up in the most beautiful of places, Mr Abiatti." She tittered before leaning in to whisper in his ear. " And if want to know what's under those pants, then all you have to is as ask." She added, caressing his forearm for affect. Ugh! I feel just dirty doing this but it's not I haven't done it before. Both men and women have fallen for my charms and have died in my arms. Abiatti chuckled. "You are relentless my dear. I think I can fit the time into my busy schedule." Next to him one of his bodyguards shook his head, leaning in.
Signor, you're due to give your speech in ten minutes. I would advise against it." Abiatti let out an impatient sigh, turning angrily to face him. "And I'am the one who pays your wages, Giovanni. Besides the people of this ratspun little fishing town can wait, while i attend to this lovely creature." Giovanni bowed in his head respect as Abiatti took Chloe's hand. "Come my dear, I know a place where we can get a little privacy." Giovanni suddenly got in front of them. "But Signor, has the head of your security I really must insist we accompany you-" "You will not, Giovanni!" The politician furiously waved him away with his hand. "It's not like this lovely girl is an assassin is she?" The bodyguard turned to his fellow who nodded. Resigning himself to defeat, Giovanni let them pass. Squeezing her hand a little roughly, Marco led her through the crowd towards the church.
The Graveyard of St Mary's All Saints, Catholic Church 12:10pm
"A cemetery? Really Signor Abiatti, isn't this kind of sacrilegious in your country?" Chloe said genuinely surprised as they entered the deserted cemetery with a single open grave nearby. Turning to face her he smiled. "So what? It's not like we are going to wake the dead with our...revels. Anyway, before we begin I have drunk too much wine and I need to take a piss. Excùse signorina." Winking he approached the open grave and opened up his fly zipper letting out a sigh of relief. Hiding her revulsion, Chloe immediately saw her opportunity and took it. Taking out her garrote, she advanced on him quickly looping the wire around his neck and kicking his legs out from under him, pulling tight. The man began to choke trying to pull her off but Chloe was far too experienced for that."You sir are a vile degenerate. What woman would have you? I killed a girl for these clothes, and I'am now I'am going to kill you, arreviderci Signor !" She hissed in his ear giving one more sharp tug, hearing the satisfying sound of Abiatti's throat being crushed. His tongue sticking out, the dead politician let out a low death as Chloe unwound her garrote and kicked his body in the grave. "Don Caruso sends his regards, Marco." The assassin smiled taking a picture of the deceased Abiatti to Caruso has proof of death. "Rest in peace." She quipped before sweeping from the cemetery, leaving Marco Abiatti to the crows.
The Alley near The Coffee Shop, 12:20pm
Returning to the alley near the coffee shop, Chloe retrieved her backpack from the now empty dumpster with no trace of the dead naked campaign girl and quickly got redressed in her clothes packing her new stolen outfit away, all except the underwear which she still had on. No sooner had she pulled on her jacket then her phone rang, putting it to her ear she smiled hearing the familiar British accent of her handler, Angela. "Don Caruso sends his regards on a job well done, Chloe. He's wiring the money into your account as we speak. Plus he wants me to express the gratitude of his men for your little present you left them. She's currently floating at the bottom of the Mediterranean." Chloe grinned as she walked from the alley towards her red Yamaha superbike. "Well, Angie at least I got a nice seven figure payout and a new outfit for the collection. I would say that's a good day." Angela laughed. "Indeed, see you soon, Chloe. Angie signing off."
As Angela hung up, Chloe noticed she had one missed call from Lexi. "Damn, she must have tried to get in touch." Straddling her bike she hit the green call button, hearing the dialling tone but sighing when she heard the engaged tone. "The cellular customer you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later." Droned the monotone female voice. "Huh? She must be on a job. I'll call her when I'am back in Rome." Pocketing her smartphone, Chloe strapped on her helmet then revved up her bike driving past a swarm of carabinieri 4x4 jeeps, their sirens blaring. Laughing she sped into the blistering Mediterranean sun, a few million dollars richer.
