come on you know Deadskirts
now you have been warned
Allison Williams as Ariel, a ruthless and cunning assassin on a high stakes assignment.
Chloe Bennet as Clara, a security guard working at the head office of a multi billion dollar corporation.
(Author's Note)
This is a fun little series I thought off on a whim and started adding to over time. Its something I imagine I can just add a new chapter to here and there as I feel like it and inspiration strikes.
Part 1. Guard Duty.
This was the moment she had been waiting for all day long, Clara thought to herself as she walked into the locker room at the end of her shift... Now she could finally get off her feet and out of that impossibly hot leather bodysuit management insisted she wear on duty. Why a security guard had to be dressed up in what could only be described as form-fitting fetishwear was beyond her but hey, she thought with a sigh, whoever signs the checks makes the rules. And if she was to be totally honest with herself, she didn´t hate the way it made her look or the excited gazes she felt upon her wherever she went wearing it. Sighing with relief she eased the zipper on the front of the suit down even lower than it already was, exhaling pleasantly as she let the cool air rush over her large and heaving sweaty breasts. The crisp leather squeaked ever so softly as she eased the zipper down some more, moaning softly at the feel of the air against her hot skin. Nibbling on her lower lip she let her fingertips run over the heaving breasts and slide down between them, caressing the sides gently as she flapped her suit open to get a proper cool down started.
Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror at the end of the row of lockers Clara smiled out of the corner of her mouth. She had always been proud of her breasts, why wouldn´t, they were amazing... but she was particularity happy with the way they looked in her uniform... the cleavage was to die for. Still enjoying the sight of herself in the mirror she unclipped her gunbelt and pulled it from around her narrow waist, smiling at the sensation of the grip of the holstered gun brushing against her firm buttocks as she did. Setting the belt down on the bench in front of the locker she sat down and leaned forward with her heaving breasts jutting forward as she pulled the zipper of her tall, high-heeled leather boots down. It didn´t really make sense to her that she should wear such impracticable heels while on duty but it was just another thing she chalked up to being above her pay grade. Hell she knew that she was mostly just there for show in the company, to impress clients and project a certain sort of an image the people upstairs were after. She didn´t mind, the pay was good, it was easy work and the amount of sex she got out of it was insane.
Purring softly with relief Clara slide the first boot from her shapely dark stocking-clad foot that was aching for freedom, running it through her hand as she rubbed and caressed it softly with her toes wriggling freely inside the dark nylons. Dropping the boot onto the floor she repeated the process with the other one, moaning pleasurably as her delicate foot slide from it and into her hand with its little toes wriggling excitedly as she massaged them. Pulling the zipper on the front of her suit down even further she brushed back her long brown hair and slide her hand inside the uniform, playfully caressing her ample breasts before letting the hand slip further down. She was almost at the waistband of her lacy black panties when the sound of the door opening behind her made her hastily yank the hand back and leap to her feet all flustered and red in the cheeks.
"I was ju...."
Clara said breathlessly as she turned towards the door expecting to see whoever had interrupted her only for no one to be there.
Confused Clara looked towards the ajar door and tip-toeing towards it in her stocking feet she grabbed onto the knob and pulled it open to look out into the hallway. At first she saw no one but then as she turned her hear to the right she saw a man in a suit walking away from her. damn it, she thought angrily as red red spread from her cheeks to the rest of her beautiful yet scowling face. It wasn´t enough they had her parading around in that outfit all day long, now they were peeking in on her changing as well.
"Hey buddy, did you get a good enough look or do you want me to pose for some pictures?
She called angrily after the man as she stepped out into the hallway.
"Excuse me?"
The man asked with surprise as he stopped and turned around.
"Your little peep-show, you get what you want? Or do you want a closer look"
Clara asked firmly with frustration as she marched towards him.
"I don´t follow."
The man said befuddled while finding himself unable to look away from her astonishing bosom in her partially unzipped bodysuit as it jiggled vigorously in rhythm to her angry steps.
"Here... this close enough for you?"
She declared with a sneer as she got right up to him and grabbed her breasts with both hands, pushing them up for ideal viewing.
"Uhhh... I think... there´s been some misunderstanding. I... I´ve never seen you before."
The man stammered, staring wide eyed in awe at the offered bosom with lustful desire before his manners finally got the better of him and he forced himself to avert his gaze.
"Y... you haven´t?"
Clara asked with a startled gasp, her mouth falling agape in embarrassment and surprise as she saw from his face he was being sincere.
"Sadly no. But I´d be more than happ..."
He started but Clara had already turned and set off marching back to the locker room as fast as she could before she died from the embarrassment.
"Nice to meet y..."
His parting words were cut off as she slammed the door shut behind her, disappearing from his life as abruptly as she´d entered it.
"sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t..."
Clara muttered to herself over and over as she leaned against the door, shaking her head and banging it against the door.
For a moment she felt like crawling into a deep hole and never emerging from it again but the impulse soon past as she found herself cracking up and starting to laugh at the whole incident. Shaking her head with a chuckle she stepped away from the door and went back to her locker to finish getting changed when suddenly a thought came to her. If that man hadn´t opened the door, who had? The thought had barely entered her mind when her instincts told her someone was standing behind her but before she could do or say anything a thin wire that glinted under the lights in the ceiling was flung over her head and pulled tightly around her delicate throat. The dark brown eyes flashed open in complete shock and her tongue came thrusting out of her mouth as a startled cry rolled off of it before the tightening wire cut it off and silenced her scream.
"Huurrgghh....."
She gurgled breathlessly as she felt herself yanked backwards by the wire, her hands shooting up to her neck.
The ample breasts jutted and heaved out into the air, straining noisily against the tight leather as she clawed and pulled frantially at the wire coiled around her neck with her fingers, failing to get a grip on it or slip her fingers between it and her skin to ease the pressure on her aching throat. She could feel a pair of firm breasts sticking into her back and the scent of a pleasing perfume waft over her, telling her that her attacker was a woman, and taller than Clara was, not that it was a surprise considering her short stature, but not much else and certainly nothing explaining why someone was strangling her. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of dark hair, a shapely figure and a the striking features of a truly beautiful face. Gagging painfully as her tongue wriggled in the air with a mouthful of spittle pouring down her cheek she thrashed and flailed around up against the woman with her firm, leather clad buttocks riding into the her crotch as the hips wiggled and swayed. The breasts bounced furiously inside the tight suit, buying themselves a little extra space to move in as the zipper was worked down just a little further, exposing a little more of the heaving bosom and the lacy bra containing them.
Trickles of sweat beaded down the sides of Clara´s face and spilled down across her large heaving breasts as she struggled and writhed up against the woman, pushing her back as her stocking feet kicked out on the floor with the toes wriggling inside the nylons. The hope that she might be able to drive the attacker back far enough to slam her back into the row of lockers was dashed as the woman, no doubt tried of her resistance, swept out with her leg at Clara´s feet and kicked them out from under her, knocking them both off their feet. The woman let out a soft grunt and Clara groaned in a strangled fashion as they came crashing down onto the floor together with the woman´s back hitting it. Clara´s fall was somewhat cushioned by the firm breasts as her back slammed against them but the added pain of the garrote digging deeper into her neck from the impact more than compensated for it. The dark brown eyes bulged horribly and nearly all color drained from Clara´s beautiful but anguished face as the fall caused her to completely lose her grip on the wire, causing it to dig deeper into her throat.
A thick stream of frothy saliva spilled down from her wriggling tongue and ran down both sides of her face as she gurgled and gasped painfully while writhing and flailing ontop of her would-be killer. Her breasts bounced wildly up in to the air as sweat poured down across them and the firm buttocks rode up between the woman´s spread legs, riding hard up against her crotch. To keep her flailing in check the woman wrapped her long legs tightly around Clara to keep her pinned and restrict her movements as she started to lose focus and control. The stocking-clad feet kicked aimlessly out in front of her, squeaking loudly against the polished floor as the delicate feet rubbed together and the little toes wriggled and curled inside the dark nylons. Panic took hold of the young guard as she felt herself starting to slip away and her vision blurring as the pain surging all through her jerking body numbed. She didn´t want to die, she couldn´t... she was so young and so beautiful and hot... it wasn´t fair. Sensing the end was near the woman gave the garrote one last sharp yank, forcing a low, rattled gurgle from the depths of Clara´s throat along with sprays of spit.
The tortured eyes bulged wildly in agony and fear as her whole body jerked sharply ontop of the woman and the wriggling tongue flopped down in the corner of her gaping mouth with drool dribbling from it. The stocking-ed feet twitched on the floor as they brushed together before falling away from one another, their toes wriggling and stretching out inside the nylons before they dropped down and lay still on the floor. The breasts shook and heaved inside the tight suit a few times as a series of spasms rushed through her twitching body and a warm sensation spread through it, culminating between Clara´s legs as she let out a faint, neat inaudible moan. The eyes blinked and flashed open one final time as the arms fell to the sides and spread out on the floor as one last shudder rode through her and she slumped limp ontop of the woman. The ample and sweaty breasts jiggled one last time before sinking down inside the bodysuit and moving no more of their own volition. A thing strand of drool spilled down from her tongue dangling from the corner of her mouth as the head rolled onto its side, the lifeless wide eyes staring vacantly off into nothingness.
Clara was dead, strangled to death.
Keeping a firm grip on the garrote for a while longer the woman, who´s name was Ariel, made sure Clara was well and truly dead as her breasts jiggled slightly from the jerking of the wire and droplets of saliva dribbled from her parted, pale blue lips. As she held onto the wire Ariel could feel the death spasms surge through Clara´s limp corpse sprawled ontop of her, moving through it at random intervals as wobbled and twitched faintly. After at least a minute or two Ariel finally unwound her long legs from around the dead guard and let go of the wire, pulling it away from around Clara´s battered and bruised throat and pushing the limp corpse off of her, rolling it facedown on the floor. Clara´s cheek and jiggling breasts pressed into the floor and saliva running from her mouth spread out onto it as she slumped over with her leather clad buttocks riding up and wiggling slightly from the impact. Catching her breath Ariel got to her feet and after wiping the sweat from her brow and flexing her hands till normal blood flow returned to her fingers she looked down at the dead body at her feet with interest.
Even lying in a tangled heap facedown in a small puddle of her own drool with her butt riding up Clara was utterly fantastic to behold. Moving to the door and locking it to ensure she´d not be disturbed for the next few minutes Ariel turned her attention back to the strangled body sprawled on the floor and knelt down beside it. Admiring the dead guard´s exquisite figure she let her hand run up the back of Clara´s thigh and over her firm buttocks, squeezing one cheek firmly with a sly smirk. Making her way down the legs she glanced at the shapely feet lying with their soles facing up and reaching out she picked them up one by one and let them slide through her hands, caressing the smooth soles and little toes through the nylon. Licking her lips naughtily Ariel brought the feet up and let her tongue run over the soles and soles, licking them with pleasure before sliding the toes into her mouth and suckling them deliciously. Savoring the taste and feel of the shapely feet and toes Ariel let them run through her fingers again before letting them drop back down onto the floor with the toes twitching inside the nylons on impact.
Running her hands over the shapely buttocks again Ariel slide her hands under the body and gently rolled Clara over onto her back, admiring the way her firm breasts wobbled and jiggled inside the suit as she came down on her back. The head rolled over as well, dropping onto its other side with the tongue stretching down the pale cheek as the limp arms folded out to the sides with soft thuds. Moving in close Ariel ran her eyes over the bountiful cleavage, taking in every last detail of the exquisite breasts and the way they pressed against the tight leather containing them. Eager for a closer look she eased down the zipper and pulled it all the way to the black lacy panties, exposing all of the bra-clad breasts and the well toned and smooth belly. Pulling the uniform open Ariel reached inside and took hold of the luscious breasts, easing them gently out of the suit as she rubbed and squeezed them with enthusiasm.
Clara´s lifeless eyes watched indifferently as Ariel fondled the breasts with both hands and peeled back the lacy bra, prying the breasts out into full view. The light brown nipples were hard and standing to attention as Ariel let the breasts run through her hands and roll across her palms, playfully rubbing the stiff nipples with her fingertips. Leaning in close Ariel buried her face between the ample breasts, laying a row of kisses across them and lapping up the droplets of sweat spread across them. Squeezing the breasts and guiding them into her mouth in turns the remorseless killer licking and sucking away on the stiff nipples with great delight and a ferocious hunger. Ariel flashed back to her first meal as she suckled the dead guards delicious and perfect breasts for what felt like hours until she at last pried her lips away, licking them clean with a moan of delight and slowly savoring the delicious and sweet taste. Allowing herself a final kiss and a firm squeeze of each breast she slipped her hand underneath Clara´s back and hoisted the upper half of her limp body up off the floor.
Clara´s head slumped forward with her chin coming down between her jiggling bare breasts with dribbles of saliva spilling from her dangling tongue dripping between them as Ariel peeled the tight suit down off her shoulders and back, shaking the limp arms out of the sleeves. Clara´s breasts jiggled and bounced some more as Ariel let her body drop back down onto the floor and hitched the suit past her hips, over the smooth buttocks and down the long, smooth stocking-clad legs. At first Ariel wondered why Clara would wear stockings under a suit this tight before she reasoned it would be to protect and isolate her skin from the uncomfortable leather and keep it from sticking to it when she got hot... which from the look of the sweat covering her body... was a pre-requisite. With Clara´s panties exposed Ariel allowed herself a moment to run her hand up between the legs and across the front of the panties which were drenched in what she soon determined was warm and sticky cum. Being strangled to death it seemed, had agreed with the young guard, in one way at least, Ariel thought with a smile.
Clara´s pussy was warm and moist to the touch as Ariel slide her hand down the front of the panties and felt around, letting her fingertips rub across the smooth and clean shaven cunt while the listless dead eyes watched indifferently. Wiping the cum off of her fingers on Clara´s stocking-clad thigh Ariel lifted up the legs and quickly pulled the suit down them and off of the dainty feet, letting the little toes slide through her hands once more as she did. Setting the suit aside Ariel got to her feet after admiring the sight of Clara´s half naked corpse sprawled before her for a moment. She then moved to Clara´s head and slide her hands under her shoulders and grabbed onto them to hoist the body up off the floor. Grabbing onto the wobbling bare breasts for a better hold (among other reasons) Ariel quickly hauled the limp body towards a nearby open locker, the delicate stocking feet dragging along the floor with the toes pointing up as she did. Reaching the locker Ariel shoved Clara´s body into it, pushing against the breasts until her back was all the way in against the back of the locker and her butt was pressed down against the bottom.
Folding the arms in after her and laying them down in her lap was easy enough but getting the stocking-clad legs in as they stretched out onto the floor was another matter. Grabbing the legs Ariel strained to bend them up over Clara´s head and forcing the body in a position that might have one thinking Clara was trying to orally pleasure herself. With only the nylon-clad legs sticking out Ariel grabbed hold of them and shoved them inside, taking one last look at the stripped and contorted corpse stuffed inside the locker before she slammed the door closed. Catching her breath Ariel consulted her watch and confirmed she was on schedule but only just so. Cursing herself for letting Clara´s allure distract her and how unprofessional it was she quickly stripped off her clothes, leaving on only her sheer stockings and underwear, including her black lace negligee top, as she hung the clothes up inside Clara´s locker. Stuffing herself into the dead guards uniform was no easy task considering the difference in their height... the sweat coating the inside of it did help somewhat though, acting as a sort of lubricant.
Finally getting the suit on Ariel zipped it up and making sure to leave enough room to show off her firm breasts, after all she didn´t want to stand out among the other guards, Ariel hurriedly put on the gunbelt and slide her feet into the high heeled boots, that she found to be a perfect fit. The disguise complete the beautiful assassin moved to the mirror and took stock of her appearance, smiling pleased at how she looked as she worked her hair into a neat ponytail. Confirming Clara´s all access key card was in one of the pouches on the belt and her sidearm was loaded she tucked her rolled up garrote wire into one of the empty pouches, imagining she´d need it again before long. After all, she thought to herself with a smile as she turned and left the locker room, there were many floors between here and her target and poor Clara would not be the last undeserving casualty before she got to the one that mattered.
To be continued......
