Darkwatch Ops:- Avon Calling

[Stormtrooper1990]

This particular Darkwatch ops story came about from a comment posted in the "assistance required" thread of General Discussion. So far as I know there hasn't been a USB story featuring the use of a saleswoman disguise, so this could either be the start of a trend or a fun little story. Here Darkwatch Assassin Rita Polanski, as been tasked with the assassination of one woman in suburban Washington, by a jealous wife. She as discovered that the target is visited by a pretty young Avon saleswoman. Rita decides on a cunning plan to see her contract through....



As Darkwatch Assassin Rita Polanski sat astride her Triumph motorcycle, observing the young Avon girl making her rounds looking for her opportunity to catch her alone, she reviewed her assignment. At 28, Rita was an ex Canadian Special Air Service operator dishonourably discharged for conduct unbecoming on officer for an action which led to the deaths of her team in Afghanistan. In truth, it was command that had sent them into a hostile area with no backup and Rita's team paid the price. Rita herself had barely survived only to become to scapegoat of someone higher up the food chain. Discharged and abandoned by the country she once loved, then suffering a messy divorce and kicked out on the streets, Rita was recruited by Darkwatch who saw worth in her particular set of skills. Now Rita was one of their top agents, and while she didn't agree with the direction Darkwatch was going, it beat living off scraps in the street. She didn't take pleasure in killing innocents, but if it meant survival then a murky conscience was a small to pay. Rita caught a glimpse of her reflection in the wing mirror of her bike. She was a looker with high cheekbones angular features and narrow blue eyes framed by long honey blonde hair, tied into a long ponytail. Rita's current assignment was to assassinate a member of a suburban home committee. Apparently the client's husband had been unfaithful with the woman, and the client wanted her dead. Why she didn't want her husband dead for the affair in the first place, was anyone's guess. Rita had discovered that the woman recieved deliveres from an Avon girl. A young woman that just so happened to be Rita's size and build, the plan was to eliminate the girl steal her clothes and impersonate her. Using her disguise to get close to the target then take her out. Rita shook her head and chuckled Suburbia seemed more dangerous then the battlefield. The sound of the Avon girl, getting back into her car shifted Rita's attention to the present. It seemed like she had parked herself in a secluded area away from the estate, Rita smiled it was game time. She flicked off the safety of her suppressed silverballer pistol, raked back the slide and tucked it behind into her leather pants, as she walked towards the unsuspecting girl.




Part time Avon representative and Student Annabel Coulson, got back into her car. Checking her customer list, she sighed she had at least three more deliveries to make. At 22, Annabel had taken this job part-time as a way to fund her major in Art History, however she couldn't see the point as most shopping was done online these days. She was dressed in a tan leather jacket, black loose tanktop with tight blue denim jeans and tan high heel booties on her feet. Her beige purse, rested on the passenger seat. Sighing at the prospect of another hour or so selling cosmetics to frustrated housewife's, Annabel reached into her purse taking out her lighter and pack of cigarettes, catching a glimpse of herself in her rear view mirror. She was an attractive girl with shallow cheekbones heart shaped features and big brown almond shaped eyes. Her long brown hair flowing around her shoulders, was highlighted blonde at the tips. Annabel placed a cigarette in her mouth, but she caught a glimpse of a young blonde woman in the corner of her eye. Annabel smiled at the very attractive blonde, dressed in black biker leathers. " Hi there. Do you want a smoke? I have plenty." She said holding out the cigarette packet. " No I quit thank you." She answered, shaking her head. Annabel raised her eyebrows, why was it pretty girls never smoked anymore. Annabel suddenly got the distant impression that the woman was sizing her up, it wasn't a sensation she found unpleasant. " Do like what you see, sweetie?" She flirted with the cute biker. The woman flashed her a curious grin. " I really like your outfit, do you mind if I borrowed it?" Annabel suddenly felt afraid, something was way off base with this chick. "E-excuse me?" She stammered. " I take that as a yes." The blonde said with menace. Without warning the blonde whipped out a silver plated suppressed pistol Annabel reared back. The last thing she saw was a small muzzle flash from the handgun, then felt a sharp pain between her eyes then nothing at all.



Wasting no time, Rita secreted her pistol then dragged the dead girl out of the driver's seat placing her onto the back seat. Rita then stripped off her biker leathers, when she was finished she started to strip the dead girl. Rita started by removing the girls brown jacket from around her shoulders. " I don't have a jacket in this colour, do you mind if I keep this, honey?" She rhetorically asked the dead woman. " Didn't think so." She quipped when she didn't receive an answer. After removing the dead girl's heeled booties, Rita unbuttoned the girls tight denim jeans working them off her hips, peeling them down her long divine legs despite the cramped conditions of the car. " Cute panties, sweetheart. You can keep those. I'am covered thanks." Rita said as she beheld the blue hipster thong panties, with white lace trim a tiny bow above the gusset. Holding up the corpses arms, Rita pulled off the blank tank top over the girl's head taking care not to get blood from the gunshot on the garment, although with a silverballer round there was little danger of that. This revealed a matching blue bra with white lace trim, with two ribbons on the straps and one between her C-cup breasts. As she got dressed in her stolen clothes, Rita took time to admire the slim athletic corpse of the dead girl, her well developed C-cup breasts slim figure and tight firm ass her beauty somewhat marred by the neat red mark between her eyes. " Sorry, about this sweetie I really am. But orders are orders, no witnesses." Rita said as she pulled on her stolen leather jacket. When was finished, Rita dragged the scantily clad body from the backseat of her car, opened the trunk and laid the corpse inside, tossing her biker leathers inside after her. " Thank you, for your clothes. Sweetheart. My target will never see me coming." She said to the dead girl, as she closed the trunk concealing her body. Rita got into the drivers side, checking her client list. " There you are Imogen Potter, 232 Brooke Avenue. Today will not be your lucky day." Rita smiled as she put the car into gear, and drove towards the home of her target.



Imogen Potter, glanced though her sitting room window. Taking part in her favourite past-time of spying on the neighbours. At 38, she had become the pariah of the estate, after her affair with Derek Simmonds the husband of her rival on the committee Mary-Ann. Imogen was on her own, her husband Peter had left her. The woman had sworn that she would see her dead for the betrayal of trust. No-one had believed her bluster and hot air, honestly thought Imogen if anyone needed to be taught a lesson it was her, for not being the wife Derek deserved. Catching her reflection in the mirror, it was easy to see why Derek had decided to cheat on the ugly shrew. Imogen had high sculptured cheekbones rounded features and piercing blue eyes. Her head crowned with a well groomed short black haired comb-over. She smiled as she saw her Avon representative pull up in her car. Smoothing out her summer dress and straightening her loose ends, she walked towards the door as a knock came from the other side. Imogen opened the door. "Avon calling!" Beamed the young blonde woman, who wasn't her regular rep Annabel. "Who are you? Where is Annabel?" The young blonde woman smiled. "Annabel called in sick, down with the flu. Poor thing. I'am her colleague, Rita. I'am covering her orders today." Imogen covered her mouth in shock. " Oh my god! Please give her my best she is such a sweet girl." Rita smiled as she held up the bag containing her order. " Can I come in? I don't want to talk business on your doorstep." Imogen laughed putting her hand to her chest. " Of course, sweetie. I could fix you up a mug of coffee if you like." Rita grinned widely. "That would be wonderful." Imogen stepped aside to let Rita in, closing the door behind them. She led the girl into her home, towards her kitchen. " So how long have you known Imogen?" She said turning around to Rita, her voice trailing off as she came face to face with a suppressed gun muzzle. Before she could react, Imogen saw the the muzzle flash then felt the sensation of falling through the air, until she hit the floor of her home with a thud. Her cold eyes looking up at her killer, the false Avon girl.



" You can send her my regards." Rita said as she fired another shot into the dead woman's head to confirm the kill. After tucking her silverballer into the waistband of her stolen jeans, Rita scooped up the dead woman stashing her body in a towel cupboard then policed the scene, securing her empty cartridges and wiping away any fingerprints. When she was finished, Rita exited the property and got back into her stolen car. As she pulled away, Rita keyed in her earpiece. "Agent Maple reporting. Target as been neutralised, one civilian witness neutralised. Over." She said a brief pause before her female handler replied. " Good job. Maple. Informing the client as we speak. The money will be in your account in five minutes." Rita nodded. "Copy that, command. Moving to exfil. Maple out." It took Rita 7 minutes to retrace the route back to her bike, driving through the days last light. Rita dumped the dead girl's car, in a ditch off the road. She opened the car's trunk, sparing the underwear clad corpse of Annabel Coulson one last look, as she retrieved her biker leathers stashing them into a duffel bag. After looping the bag over her shoulder, Rita policed the scene for prints then blew the dead girl a parting kiss before closing the boot behind her.



Rita walked back to her bike, still dressed in her stolen outfit she had stripped from Annabel. It fit her quite well, the jacket in particular. And she was certain she wore it a lot better then Annabel did. She straddled her bike, putting on her crash helmet then switched on the engine. Feeling the comforting sound of the engine beneath her, Rita pulled away accelerating quickly leaving Suburbia behind.

[esercito sconfitto]

hi Stormtrooper1990, thanks for adding this little gem to the treasured chest of your tales; this is something I can't never get enough of

as far as I can understand, you start from a pic... the portray of the victim. Well, my main regret is that I am not able to find the pic which inspired you

[Stormtrooper1990]

hi Stormtrooper1990, thanks for adding this little gem to the treasured chest of your tales; this is something I can't never get enough of

as far as I can understand, you start from a pic... the portray of the victim. Well, my main regret is that I am not able to find the pic which inspired you

Thank very much for your kind words my friend.


Here is the link of the image of the unfortunate Avon girl Annabel Coulson.

https://mash-elle.com/wp-content/upload ... 00x815.jpg

[esercito sconfitto]

many heartfelt thanks!




and remember, next time something more than a parting kiss! encourage your Rita Polanski to play with the victim! there is always time before closing the trunk!

[Stormtrooper1990]

You are very welcome, Esercito.


I will be sure to pass the message along, my friend. Perhaps for another outing


After all, Darkwatch only employs the most professional but discerning women to be it's agents of death. And like the SI are known to mix business with pleasure.

[Stormtrooper1990]

THE WASHINGTON POST


MURDER IN SUBURBIA


By Lindsey Carroll Crime Correspondent


A small estate near the Capital was rocked yesterday by the brutal slayings of two local women. Annabel Coulson, 22, and Imogen Potter, 38. Both women were found dead with gunshot wounds to the head, suggesting a professional killer was responsible but it is the nature of how Ms Coulson, a student and part time Avon representative, was discovered that as shocked the neighbourhood. Ms Coulson was found in the trunk of her abandoned car, stripped of her clothing and possessions with a single gunshot wound to the head. Police believe that this points to a female suspect, who killed Ms Coulson, using her clothing to effect entry into the home of Imogen Potter. Mrs Potter was well known for using Avon products, so detectives now conclude that the unknown female suspect impersonated Ms Coulson and murdered Mrs Potter in her own home, with two gunshot wounds to the head.



After interviewing neighbours, the Post as learned that Mrs Potter had a colourful reputation to say the least. One woman even said "She had a reputation for bedding half the street, husbands wives. It didn't matter to her. I'am not surprised someone hired an assassin to takeover out, she had it coming if you ask me." In fact more neighbours are shocked by the murder of Ms Coulson, who as been described as a sweet natured girl, doing well in her art history major. That is until she was brutally gunned down and stripped by a ruthless assassin.


It is the lack of physical evidence along with the absence of leds, that is hampering the police investigation. The killer covered her tracks well, removing any and all trace evidence for the scenes of her crimes. This has lead police to pass the investigation over to the FBI's Serious Crimes Unit, we can only hope that they succeed where the boys and girls in blue failed.


The assassin remains at large.

[paveldr]

Rita started by removing the girls brown jacket from around her shoulders. " I don't have a jacket in this colour, do you mind if I keep this, honey?" She rhetorically asked the dead woman. " Didn't think so." She quipped when she didn't receive an answer. After removing the dead girl's heeled booties, Rita unbuttoned the girls tight denim jeans working them off her hips, peeling them down her long divine legs despite the cramped conditions of the car. " Cute panties, sweetheart. You can keep those. I'am covered thanks."

Oh, I'm so sorry to disturbing you with my comments but this part is soo hot..
After that Vesper found the reception I guess that Rita will be one of my favourite
Cheers,

[Stormtrooper1990]

Rita started by removing the girls brown jacket from around her shoulders. " I don't have a jacket in this colour, do you mind if I keep this, honey?" She rhetorically asked the dead woman. " Didn't think so." She quipped when she didn't receive an answer. After removing the dead girl's heeled booties, Rita unbuttoned the girls tight denim jeans working them off her hips, peeling them down her long divine legs despite the cramped conditions of the car. " Cute panties, sweetheart. You can keep those. I'am covered thanks."

Oh, I'm so sorry to disturbing you with my comments but this part is soo hot..
After that Vesper found the reception I guess that Rita will be one of my favourite
Cheers,

No, feel free to comment. I really don't mind

I'am pleased that you are enjoying my stories

The Darkwatch ladies are pretty ruthless when it comes to acquiring disguises. These particular assassins are one shot characters,

If you liked Rita then you will love Agent 94, my Hitman inspired character. She is even more ruthless and sexy.

[paveldr]

The Darkwatch ladies are pretty ruthless when it comes to acquiring disguises.

I also liked the moral ambiguity of having to cill civilian to kill bad guys (well not in this story exactly).
Complex setting are the most interesting,
thank you again!

[Stormtrooper1990]

The Darkwatch ladies are pretty ruthless when it comes to acquiring disguises.

I also liked the moral ambiguity of having to cill civilian to kill bad guys (well not in this story exactly).
Complex setting are the most interesting,
thank you again!

Moral ambiguity is a recurring theme in all my stories. Even in my non-lethal stories my characters display emotional detachment from the women they knock out and rob, showing no remorse and viewing the women little more then obstacles and disguises they need to carry out their mission.



I think emotional detachment is a key theme of Uniform Stealing, our heroines or anti-heroes need to display it if they are to do their jobs effectively. I wrote some background material for the SI called "A Treatise on the Art of Disguise." Which is my take on the uniform stealing experience, it's a very interesting read.



I offer you my thanks again, Paveldr for reading and commenting. I hope you enjoy the rest of my library.