Bad Girls Finish Last:- A Lexi Ramos USB Story
Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2024 11:33 am
In Lexi's latest adventure she's at the Our Lady Santa Lucia Convent, south of Córdoba in the south of Spain. Her mission is to silence Interpol witness Angela Ramos, a Madrid lounge singer who is due to give evidence at the trial of Manuel Alonso Garcia, a Spanish MP with ties to the international crime syndicate, Blue Moon. Hired through a proxy of the mysterious shadowy cabal, Lexi is due to receive a substantial payout for services rendered and for her this seems like an easy job; grab a disguise get in and kill the target then get out. But what Lexi is about to discover is that there is no such thing as an easy job, that there is always a bigger fish...
Outside the Our Lady Santa Lucia Convent, 15km south of Córdoba, Southern Spain, 10th September 2023, 13:00pm
"Hmm? I can't seem to get a hold of Chloe. Well I hope wherever she it's as pleasant as this." Sighed Lexi Ramos as she heard 'the cellular customer you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later.' monotone for the third time. She sat crouched hidden in bushes not for from the low south wall of the convent she was surveilling. I hope that she's okay and hasn't got into too much trouble. We haven't seen each other since July and I really miss that tight lithe body of hers and that infectious laugh... Putting her phone back into her jacket, Lexi recapped her mission. She had accepted what her handler, Octavia had called a "milk run;" infiltrate a convent on a hilltop in the picturesque Spanish countryside and assassinate a witness being sheltered by the Sisters. Despite being raised in an Orphanage in Mexico City, Lexi had no love for the nuns who frequently beat on her for being a lesbian so she had no qualms about snuffing out the lives of a few if it meant acquiring a disguise from one of them. Which was what she needed now is she was ever going to get paid. Training her binoculars on the garden, Lexi smiled as one particularly pretty young nun came into view walking towards the wall clutching a pack of cigarettes. "Naughty girl, let's get a closer look at you." Lexi purred zooming in on her prey with her binoculars.
24 year old Sister Clarita lent on the low wall of the convents garden fumbling through her pack of cigarettes. Even though she had been a street worker in Córdoba before she had found her true calling and repented her sins, there were just some things she couldn't let go of. One of them being her 10 a day habit. Clarita had scoped out this quiet corner of the convents garden in her first few days here, and nobody not even the eagle eyed old mother superior had found her hiding place. She was a looker with tanned heart shaped features, high cheekbones and almond shaped big brown eyes. Her shoulder length light brown hair tied back in a short ponytail, hidden by her black and white wimple. The rest of her petite nubile body hidden by the long black habit she wore belted at the waist, with a simple cross hanging between her ample c-cup breasts. Putting a cigarette into her mouth, Clarita prepared to light it but suddenly felt a wire loop around her neck yanking her over the low wall. Letting out a surprised squeak, Sister Carlita's hyoid broke with an audible crunch and she was dead before she hit the ground.
Through a combination of skill and forward momentum, Lexi heard the satisfying crunch of bone as her high tensile aluminium wire did its work on the pretty nuns throat. While I prefer to garrote my victims and feel the life leave them, a straight up broken neck can also be satisfying if done right. Pulling the girl over the wall, Lexi could see the look of surprise fixed on the nuns face her big brown eyes staring accusingly at her killer. Grinning Lexi closed the dead woman's eyes and mouth. "Sorry, chica. You see I would be lying if I said this wasn't personal and besides your just my size." She quipped before stripping off her outfit, before getting to work on the dead nun.
Pulling off the girls shoes and looping the cross over her head, Lexi removed the nuns wimple revealing her light brown tied back locks then unbelted the habit. Rolling the nuns corpse onto her side, she unbuttoned the habit from the rear peeling it from the woman's slim attractive tanned body, leaving the girl clad only in her solid black bra enveloping lush C-cup breasts and matching hipster shorts covered by translucent black tights. As an afterthought Lexi decided to help herself to the nuns tights as well, knowing taking them would only sell the disguise. Carefully whipping off the tights from the dead nuns slender hips, Lexi quickly pulled them up then dressed in the rest of the nuns clothes.
Admiring the deep red line and bruising around the nuns pretty neck left by her garrote, Lexi dragged the cooling corpse over to the bushes by her ankles rolling her inside. Then hopping the low wall, she straightened out her stolen habit secreting her garrote before proceeding inside the convent.
Our Lady Santa Lucia Convent, 13:20pm
Stalking the halls of the convent using her disguise to her fullest, Lexi entered a deserted whitewashed corridor with a seemingly innocuous door to the right hand side. Ahead of her she noticed her target an attractive middle aged latina with rounded features walking down the corridor flanked by two nuns all dressed in the same repressive garb, that brought back many unpleasant memories for the assassin. Grinning she made to follow the party but before she could place one foot forward, the door behind her flung open and she felt a hand clamp over her mouth to muffle her cries, dragging her inside the broom cupboard.
Feeling a slender arm snake around her neck applying pressure, Lexi tried to recall her training trying to pull away her attackers arm with her left while elbowing them in the solar plexus which elicited a couple of female grunts. But this proved futile as the woman only tightened her grip cutting off the blood flow to her brain. Seeing tiny dark spots in her vision, Lexi began to lose consciousness as she was lowered to the ground letting out a low muffled sigh. Feeling her eyes roll back into her skull, the mexican assassin felt brief moments of embarrassment before falling into a deep slumber having a strange dream where another beautiful woman was stripping her of her stolen nun's habit.
1 hour later
Her eyes shot open only to discover that she was in a small cramped space in total darkness. Lexi took a deep breath through her nose finding that her mouth was sealed with duct tape, screaming in frustration she glanced down to see light coming through a small vent and her bare ankles were also taped up, along with her wrists secured behind her back. To her horror, she also found that the dream she just had wasn't a dream. Some woman, possibly a rival assassin had choked her out and stolen her disguise, beating her to the prize leaving her dressed only in her solid white cropped camisole and matching hipster shorts, taped up in this stupid vent. Lexi rolled her eyes. Well this is definitely a first. Me getting my clothes stolen by some third rate hack. It seems nobody has found me yet, which should work to my advantage. I just need to get out of this vent, find some clothes and get the bloody hell outta here. And if come across that puta that stole my clothes, I will make her regret letting me live. Focusing all her rage on the vent cover, Lexi reeled back her bound feet and with her strength kicked.
It took at least two blows with her feet to send the vent cover flying from the wall. Roaring with muffled triumph, Lexi began to wriggle loose from the vent with a great degree of difficulty. Fortunately the sound of her struggling had attracted someone from the corridor, the door opened to reveal a slight feminine shadow. "Hello? Is someone in here?" The voice was definitely a woman's voice, low in pitch she sounded young. That could be a new set of clothes, time to play the victim... Lexi screamed at the top of the voice through her tape gag. The girl quickly switched the light on in the broom cupboard, then crouched down to see her struggling. "Oh my god!" The girls smooth pretty rounded face and bright blue eyes blushed with concern, as she made the sign of the cross. "Sister are you alright? Where are your clothes?" Lexi screamed at the girl more insistently. "Okay. I will have you out soon, just hold still." Feeling the girl take hold of her ankles, Lexi was pulled from the vent allowing her a better view of her good samaritan.
She was a slip of a thing, dressed in the white smock of a novice over which was a black sleeveless v-neck dress and crucifix dangling from her neck with a black cloth over her ash blonde hair and brown leather pumps. Lexi sighed as the girl took a box cutter from the shelf. She's a little on the small side and definitely just a kid, around 20 or so. But I need something to wear and she's a witness so I have to get rid of her. "It's been crazy, sister." The novice said cutting loose Lexi's binds, giving her time to massage her wrists before whipping off her tape gag. "The police and paramedics have only just left. Some assassin disguised as a nun murdered another sister and nobody saw anything." Lexi flashed the unsuspecting novice a look of feigned shock, as she prepared to strike. "Did the police find anything?" The young blonde nodded tears welling in her eyes. "It's horrible! They found Sister Clarita's body in the bushes outside! She had been strangled and stripped- Wait a second? If the assassin killed her first then what you doing in the vent in your underwear?" Recognition than flashed in her big pretty blue eyes. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here bef-mmph!" Striking with the agility of a cobra Lexi shot a hand across her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise and betrayal, then forced the petite girl to the floor. Straddling the terrified novice she pinned the girls arms to the ground with her knees, pinching her nose and holding her hand fast over her small mouth.
"Apologies girl but you are going to learn the hard way the meaning of the phrase 'one good turn deserves another'. " Lexi said dispassionately to the struggling novice who squirmed underneath her, desperately kicking out her legs in a faint effort of survival. Lexi merely squeezed her hand over the girls mouth tighter and tighter robbing her brain of much needed oxygen, the novice screamed muffled into her mouth. "Hell, I was in your shoes a couple of years ago. I loved a novice like you but she betrayed me deciding her love for God was stronger then her love for me. So I ran away become strong and made something of my life. But you will never amount to nothing so I'am sparing you from a life of boredom and repression. God never helped Clarita or my target and he won't help you. So the least you can do is die and serve my purposes." She said gazing into the tear stained novice's eyes as the light slowly left them turning back into her skull her eyelids closing. Then she heard the low muffled death rattle from the girl as she expired, her kicks ceasing and young body going limp. Letting out a long breath of aroused satisfaction, Lexi tore the crucifix from the novices neck then began to undress her.
Pulling the cloth wimple from the novices head, revealing her pinned back blonde locks followed by her shoes, Lexi rolled the dead girl onto her side unbuttoning the dress from the rear peeling it from her slender body before unlacing the white smock whipping it free in one smooth tug. Leaving the girl dressed in only a cream lace bra that enveloped her small b-cup breasts, and matching lace panties over which were a pair of clear tights protecting her modesty. Like Sister Clarita before her, Lexi elected to help herself to the novices tights. "You won't be needed these anymore, girl." She quipped carefully working them from around the novices slender hips and down her long legs. After pulling them up, Lexi quickly dressed in the novices clothes.
"Trust me to kill a girl who's got feet two sizes smaller than me." Sighed Lexi as she struggled into the novices small shoes. She shrugged, their wasn't anything she could do about the size, besides she had stolen clothes from girls much smaller than this. Rolling the dead scantily clad novice onto her belly, the mexican assassin dragged the corpse over to the vent putting a hand on her crotch, taking a moment to feel her small clitoris through her panties. "Not bad girl. Not that you would have had much use for it in here anyway." She quipped pushing the cold corpse into the open vent, straightening her right arm to fit her inside before replacing the cover. After straightening the cloth wimple and putting on the crucifix, Lexi swept from the broom cupboard, wincing at the pain caused by the small shoes.
Outside the Our Lady Santa Lucia Convent, 14:45pm
"Damn it! She must have took my clothes!" Lexi hissed under her breath as she returned to the bush where she had left the body of sister Clarita and her clothes, only to find it empty. Wincing from the pain in her feet, Lexi roared in frustration putting her hands on the back of her head. Taking a deep breath she weighed up her options. Well, there's nothing else for it. I have to backtrack to the hire car, hopefully the bitch hasn't stolen that too. Ugh! What a FUBAR kind of day it's been. Gritting her teeth, she stalked from the bushes making her way to the main road.
To her relief Lexi found her silver rental Toyota Corolla exactly where she had left it along with a surprise. There on the driver's seat were her clothes, garroting wire, car keys and a small folded note. Brow furrowing Lexi opening the car door and took the note from the pile. "Better luck next time, V. Huh, what a bitch." Suddenly, Lexi spun round getting the unnerving sensation that she was being watched. Suppressing a slight shudder, the mexican assassin shrugging screwing up the note before stripping out of her stolen novices garb. As she got dressed, Lexi realised that it wasn't a second rate amateur that had attacked her and stolen her contract out from under her but a true professional. All's fair in love and war. If I ever meet this 'V' I will buy her a drink for ghosting me, she's got skills. Hell, at least I'll have a hell of a story to tell Chloe! Chuckling, she pulled on her leather jacket pocketing her wire.
Not to far away
Assassin Valentina Timoshuck smiled observing through her new binoculars the attractive latina and fellow contractor who she had relieved of the nuns habit that had proven instrumental in completing her contract, the killing of Angela Ramos for her jealous husband. She had to admit that she had no idea that she would run into a fellow assassin, who had decided to kill an innocent for her clothes something Valentina couldn't abide. Valentina had only found this out after finding the fiber wire in the stolen robes. Let's hope she learns a valuable lesson today. That bad girls often finish last... Putting down the binoculars, the redheaded Ukrainian flicked her red hair over her shoulder walking back to the SUV where in the open trunk lay a pretty bound and gagged naked unconscious brunette. The girl's long brown hair framing a sweet oval face and shallow cheekbones looking peaceful as she slumbered. Valentina admired the young woman's lush well rounded C-cup breasts with perky dark pink areolas, small cute trimmed clitoris and tight plum shaped ass. Her nipples peaking through the stolen dark blue cropped vest that once belonged to the girl, along with her stretchy light blue patterned lycra pants and black trainers. Valentina hadn't stopped there either, she had also helped herself to the joggers solid white Nike sports thong.
It had been easily to sneak up on the jogger, who was too distracted using her phone to check the route back to her hotel. Valentina had given the cute brunette a little pinch on her vagus nerve, her preferred method of knocking women and relieving them of their clothes out due to no small part to the sexy aroused grunt they let out which also made Valentina wet herself. As she approached the open trunk, the Ukrainian noticed her nude victim beginning to stir her big blue eyes fluttering open. "Hello, beautiful. I'am sorry about this but I didn't want to wear the habit of a dead woman a moment longer." She said to the struggling girl who looked up with pleading eyes full of tears. "Mmmph!" The young woman screamed into her tape gag. Valentina smiled caressing the girls sweet face, before taking out a syringe flicking the needle full of sedatives the very same she had used on the latina. The brunette's eyes crossed at the sight of the needle, shaking her head frantically screaming. "Mmmph!" Leaning over her the naked jogger, Valentina lifted her chin exposing her pretty neck. "Shhh! Girl. I'am not going to kill you, just put you to sleep for a while." Plunging the needle into the girls neck, she pressed the down the plunger hearing her victims muffled cries give way to a low muffled sigh as she slumped back into the trunk.
Taking the time to cup the brunettes soft breasts, Valentina fondled the stiff nipples which elicited a low moan of arousal from the brunette before slamming the door on the nude girl leaving her in darkness. Getting into the driver's seat, Valentina searched the woman's purse finding her passport. "Hmm? Tracey Cuthbert? 23 and a British citizen. Looks like you're a tourist. Well, I'am guess I will be you for a while." The Ukrainian smiled mimicking a British accent easily. Starting the SUVs engine, Valentina grinned checking her handsome reflection in the rear view mirror. "Nice girls definitely finish first." She laughed putting the vehicle into gear, wondering if she'll ever see the latina again. In this line of work, anything is possible.
Outside the Our Lady Santa Lucia Convent, 15km south of Córdoba, Southern Spain, 10th September 2023, 13:00pm
"Hmm? I can't seem to get a hold of Chloe. Well I hope wherever she it's as pleasant as this." Sighed Lexi Ramos as she heard 'the cellular customer you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later.' monotone for the third time. She sat crouched hidden in bushes not for from the low south wall of the convent she was surveilling. I hope that she's okay and hasn't got into too much trouble. We haven't seen each other since July and I really miss that tight lithe body of hers and that infectious laugh... Putting her phone back into her jacket, Lexi recapped her mission. She had accepted what her handler, Octavia had called a "milk run;" infiltrate a convent on a hilltop in the picturesque Spanish countryside and assassinate a witness being sheltered by the Sisters. Despite being raised in an Orphanage in Mexico City, Lexi had no love for the nuns who frequently beat on her for being a lesbian so she had no qualms about snuffing out the lives of a few if it meant acquiring a disguise from one of them. Which was what she needed now is she was ever going to get paid. Training her binoculars on the garden, Lexi smiled as one particularly pretty young nun came into view walking towards the wall clutching a pack of cigarettes. "Naughty girl, let's get a closer look at you." Lexi purred zooming in on her prey with her binoculars.
24 year old Sister Clarita lent on the low wall of the convents garden fumbling through her pack of cigarettes. Even though she had been a street worker in Córdoba before she had found her true calling and repented her sins, there were just some things she couldn't let go of. One of them being her 10 a day habit. Clarita had scoped out this quiet corner of the convents garden in her first few days here, and nobody not even the eagle eyed old mother superior had found her hiding place. She was a looker with tanned heart shaped features, high cheekbones and almond shaped big brown eyes. Her shoulder length light brown hair tied back in a short ponytail, hidden by her black and white wimple. The rest of her petite nubile body hidden by the long black habit she wore belted at the waist, with a simple cross hanging between her ample c-cup breasts. Putting a cigarette into her mouth, Clarita prepared to light it but suddenly felt a wire loop around her neck yanking her over the low wall. Letting out a surprised squeak, Sister Carlita's hyoid broke with an audible crunch and she was dead before she hit the ground.
Through a combination of skill and forward momentum, Lexi heard the satisfying crunch of bone as her high tensile aluminium wire did its work on the pretty nuns throat. While I prefer to garrote my victims and feel the life leave them, a straight up broken neck can also be satisfying if done right. Pulling the girl over the wall, Lexi could see the look of surprise fixed on the nuns face her big brown eyes staring accusingly at her killer. Grinning Lexi closed the dead woman's eyes and mouth. "Sorry, chica. You see I would be lying if I said this wasn't personal and besides your just my size." She quipped before stripping off her outfit, before getting to work on the dead nun.
Pulling off the girls shoes and looping the cross over her head, Lexi removed the nuns wimple revealing her light brown tied back locks then unbelted the habit. Rolling the nuns corpse onto her side, she unbuttoned the habit from the rear peeling it from the woman's slim attractive tanned body, leaving the girl clad only in her solid black bra enveloping lush C-cup breasts and matching hipster shorts covered by translucent black tights. As an afterthought Lexi decided to help herself to the nuns tights as well, knowing taking them would only sell the disguise. Carefully whipping off the tights from the dead nuns slender hips, Lexi quickly pulled them up then dressed in the rest of the nuns clothes.
Admiring the deep red line and bruising around the nuns pretty neck left by her garrote, Lexi dragged the cooling corpse over to the bushes by her ankles rolling her inside. Then hopping the low wall, she straightened out her stolen habit secreting her garrote before proceeding inside the convent.
Our Lady Santa Lucia Convent, 13:20pm
Stalking the halls of the convent using her disguise to her fullest, Lexi entered a deserted whitewashed corridor with a seemingly innocuous door to the right hand side. Ahead of her she noticed her target an attractive middle aged latina with rounded features walking down the corridor flanked by two nuns all dressed in the same repressive garb, that brought back many unpleasant memories for the assassin. Grinning she made to follow the party but before she could place one foot forward, the door behind her flung open and she felt a hand clamp over her mouth to muffle her cries, dragging her inside the broom cupboard.
Feeling a slender arm snake around her neck applying pressure, Lexi tried to recall her training trying to pull away her attackers arm with her left while elbowing them in the solar plexus which elicited a couple of female grunts. But this proved futile as the woman only tightened her grip cutting off the blood flow to her brain. Seeing tiny dark spots in her vision, Lexi began to lose consciousness as she was lowered to the ground letting out a low muffled sigh. Feeling her eyes roll back into her skull, the mexican assassin felt brief moments of embarrassment before falling into a deep slumber having a strange dream where another beautiful woman was stripping her of her stolen nun's habit.
1 hour later
Her eyes shot open only to discover that she was in a small cramped space in total darkness. Lexi took a deep breath through her nose finding that her mouth was sealed with duct tape, screaming in frustration she glanced down to see light coming through a small vent and her bare ankles were also taped up, along with her wrists secured behind her back. To her horror, she also found that the dream she just had wasn't a dream. Some woman, possibly a rival assassin had choked her out and stolen her disguise, beating her to the prize leaving her dressed only in her solid white cropped camisole and matching hipster shorts, taped up in this stupid vent. Lexi rolled her eyes. Well this is definitely a first. Me getting my clothes stolen by some third rate hack. It seems nobody has found me yet, which should work to my advantage. I just need to get out of this vent, find some clothes and get the bloody hell outta here. And if come across that puta that stole my clothes, I will make her regret letting me live. Focusing all her rage on the vent cover, Lexi reeled back her bound feet and with her strength kicked.
It took at least two blows with her feet to send the vent cover flying from the wall. Roaring with muffled triumph, Lexi began to wriggle loose from the vent with a great degree of difficulty. Fortunately the sound of her struggling had attracted someone from the corridor, the door opened to reveal a slight feminine shadow. "Hello? Is someone in here?" The voice was definitely a woman's voice, low in pitch she sounded young. That could be a new set of clothes, time to play the victim... Lexi screamed at the top of the voice through her tape gag. The girl quickly switched the light on in the broom cupboard, then crouched down to see her struggling. "Oh my god!" The girls smooth pretty rounded face and bright blue eyes blushed with concern, as she made the sign of the cross. "Sister are you alright? Where are your clothes?" Lexi screamed at the girl more insistently. "Okay. I will have you out soon, just hold still." Feeling the girl take hold of her ankles, Lexi was pulled from the vent allowing her a better view of her good samaritan.
She was a slip of a thing, dressed in the white smock of a novice over which was a black sleeveless v-neck dress and crucifix dangling from her neck with a black cloth over her ash blonde hair and brown leather pumps. Lexi sighed as the girl took a box cutter from the shelf. She's a little on the small side and definitely just a kid, around 20 or so. But I need something to wear and she's a witness so I have to get rid of her. "It's been crazy, sister." The novice said cutting loose Lexi's binds, giving her time to massage her wrists before whipping off her tape gag. "The police and paramedics have only just left. Some assassin disguised as a nun murdered another sister and nobody saw anything." Lexi flashed the unsuspecting novice a look of feigned shock, as she prepared to strike. "Did the police find anything?" The young blonde nodded tears welling in her eyes. "It's horrible! They found Sister Clarita's body in the bushes outside! She had been strangled and stripped- Wait a second? If the assassin killed her first then what you doing in the vent in your underwear?" Recognition than flashed in her big pretty blue eyes. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here bef-mmph!" Striking with the agility of a cobra Lexi shot a hand across her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise and betrayal, then forced the petite girl to the floor. Straddling the terrified novice she pinned the girls arms to the ground with her knees, pinching her nose and holding her hand fast over her small mouth.
"Apologies girl but you are going to learn the hard way the meaning of the phrase 'one good turn deserves another'. " Lexi said dispassionately to the struggling novice who squirmed underneath her, desperately kicking out her legs in a faint effort of survival. Lexi merely squeezed her hand over the girls mouth tighter and tighter robbing her brain of much needed oxygen, the novice screamed muffled into her mouth. "Hell, I was in your shoes a couple of years ago. I loved a novice like you but she betrayed me deciding her love for God was stronger then her love for me. So I ran away become strong and made something of my life. But you will never amount to nothing so I'am sparing you from a life of boredom and repression. God never helped Clarita or my target and he won't help you. So the least you can do is die and serve my purposes." She said gazing into the tear stained novice's eyes as the light slowly left them turning back into her skull her eyelids closing. Then she heard the low muffled death rattle from the girl as she expired, her kicks ceasing and young body going limp. Letting out a long breath of aroused satisfaction, Lexi tore the crucifix from the novices neck then began to undress her.
Pulling the cloth wimple from the novices head, revealing her pinned back blonde locks followed by her shoes, Lexi rolled the dead girl onto her side unbuttoning the dress from the rear peeling it from her slender body before unlacing the white smock whipping it free in one smooth tug. Leaving the girl dressed in only a cream lace bra that enveloped her small b-cup breasts, and matching lace panties over which were a pair of clear tights protecting her modesty. Like Sister Clarita before her, Lexi elected to help herself to the novices tights. "You won't be needed these anymore, girl." She quipped carefully working them from around the novices slender hips and down her long legs. After pulling them up, Lexi quickly dressed in the novices clothes.
"Trust me to kill a girl who's got feet two sizes smaller than me." Sighed Lexi as she struggled into the novices small shoes. She shrugged, their wasn't anything she could do about the size, besides she had stolen clothes from girls much smaller than this. Rolling the dead scantily clad novice onto her belly, the mexican assassin dragged the corpse over to the vent putting a hand on her crotch, taking a moment to feel her small clitoris through her panties. "Not bad girl. Not that you would have had much use for it in here anyway." She quipped pushing the cold corpse into the open vent, straightening her right arm to fit her inside before replacing the cover. After straightening the cloth wimple and putting on the crucifix, Lexi swept from the broom cupboard, wincing at the pain caused by the small shoes.
Outside the Our Lady Santa Lucia Convent, 14:45pm
"Damn it! She must have took my clothes!" Lexi hissed under her breath as she returned to the bush where she had left the body of sister Clarita and her clothes, only to find it empty. Wincing from the pain in her feet, Lexi roared in frustration putting her hands on the back of her head. Taking a deep breath she weighed up her options. Well, there's nothing else for it. I have to backtrack to the hire car, hopefully the bitch hasn't stolen that too. Ugh! What a FUBAR kind of day it's been. Gritting her teeth, she stalked from the bushes making her way to the main road.
To her relief Lexi found her silver rental Toyota Corolla exactly where she had left it along with a surprise. There on the driver's seat were her clothes, garroting wire, car keys and a small folded note. Brow furrowing Lexi opening the car door and took the note from the pile. "Better luck next time, V. Huh, what a bitch." Suddenly, Lexi spun round getting the unnerving sensation that she was being watched. Suppressing a slight shudder, the mexican assassin shrugging screwing up the note before stripping out of her stolen novices garb. As she got dressed, Lexi realised that it wasn't a second rate amateur that had attacked her and stolen her contract out from under her but a true professional. All's fair in love and war. If I ever meet this 'V' I will buy her a drink for ghosting me, she's got skills. Hell, at least I'll have a hell of a story to tell Chloe! Chuckling, she pulled on her leather jacket pocketing her wire.
Not to far away
Assassin Valentina Timoshuck smiled observing through her new binoculars the attractive latina and fellow contractor who she had relieved of the nuns habit that had proven instrumental in completing her contract, the killing of Angela Ramos for her jealous husband. She had to admit that she had no idea that she would run into a fellow assassin, who had decided to kill an innocent for her clothes something Valentina couldn't abide. Valentina had only found this out after finding the fiber wire in the stolen robes. Let's hope she learns a valuable lesson today. That bad girls often finish last... Putting down the binoculars, the redheaded Ukrainian flicked her red hair over her shoulder walking back to the SUV where in the open trunk lay a pretty bound and gagged naked unconscious brunette. The girl's long brown hair framing a sweet oval face and shallow cheekbones looking peaceful as she slumbered. Valentina admired the young woman's lush well rounded C-cup breasts with perky dark pink areolas, small cute trimmed clitoris and tight plum shaped ass. Her nipples peaking through the stolen dark blue cropped vest that once belonged to the girl, along with her stretchy light blue patterned lycra pants and black trainers. Valentina hadn't stopped there either, she had also helped herself to the joggers solid white Nike sports thong.
It had been easily to sneak up on the jogger, who was too distracted using her phone to check the route back to her hotel. Valentina had given the cute brunette a little pinch on her vagus nerve, her preferred method of knocking women and relieving them of their clothes out due to no small part to the sexy aroused grunt they let out which also made Valentina wet herself. As she approached the open trunk, the Ukrainian noticed her nude victim beginning to stir her big blue eyes fluttering open. "Hello, beautiful. I'am sorry about this but I didn't want to wear the habit of a dead woman a moment longer." She said to the struggling girl who looked up with pleading eyes full of tears. "Mmmph!" The young woman screamed into her tape gag. Valentina smiled caressing the girls sweet face, before taking out a syringe flicking the needle full of sedatives the very same she had used on the latina. The brunette's eyes crossed at the sight of the needle, shaking her head frantically screaming. "Mmmph!" Leaning over her the naked jogger, Valentina lifted her chin exposing her pretty neck. "Shhh! Girl. I'am not going to kill you, just put you to sleep for a while." Plunging the needle into the girls neck, she pressed the down the plunger hearing her victims muffled cries give way to a low muffled sigh as she slumped back into the trunk.
Taking the time to cup the brunettes soft breasts, Valentina fondled the stiff nipples which elicited a low moan of arousal from the brunette before slamming the door on the nude girl leaving her in darkness. Getting into the driver's seat, Valentina searched the woman's purse finding her passport. "Hmm? Tracey Cuthbert? 23 and a British citizen. Looks like you're a tourist. Well, I'am guess I will be you for a while." The Ukrainian smiled mimicking a British accent easily. Starting the SUVs engine, Valentina grinned checking her handsome reflection in the rear view mirror. "Nice girls definitely finish first." She laughed putting the vehicle into gear, wondering if she'll ever see the latina again. In this line of work, anything is possible.
