Kill.. Kill

CASINO ROYALE HOTEL AND CASINO
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

Ragan looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked down at her watch and waited. She crossed her arms over her chest and impatiently tapped her foot against the marble floor.

The bathroom door opened.

“It’s about damn time.”

Ragan looked over at the door.

A woman walked to a bathroom stall and entered. She closed the bathroom door, and took care of her business.

Ragan heard the toilet flush.

The woman walked out the stall and headed over to the sink. She turned and looked at Ragan.

The woman dipped her hand inside her bra and removed a piece of paper.

“I was told to give this to you.”

Ragan pulled a paper towel from out the wall dispenser, and then snatched the piece of paper from out the woman’s hand.

The woman turned and walked out the bathroom.

Ragan threw the paper towel on the floor and unfolded the note.

A keycard was inside, and what appeared to be a hotel suite number wrote in bold black print.

Ragan lifted her Duffel bag from off the vanity and walked over to the door. She opened it and walked out. She lifted the piece of paper and looked at each suite door number. She looked down at the piece of paper again, and then looked up at the door that held a gold plaque with the suite number 1019 engraved on it.

Ragan unzipped her Duffel bag and placed the piece of paper inside. She took out a pair of white arm gloves and zipped her Duffel bag back up. She slid her hands into both, pulled them up her arms, and then inserted the keycard inside the key slot; she took it back out and pushed the door handle down. Regan opened the door and crossed the threshold. She pushed the door close and tossed the keycard on a table near the door.

Red lightening bathed the entire living quarters of the hotel suite.

Ragan looked around and traveled farther inside the suite. She saw a spread of vibrators aligned on a glass cocktail table.

The woman appeared out of nowhere.

“So glad of you to finally join us Nadia. Would you like a drink before we get started?”

“I’m up for that.”

The woman walked over to a mini-bar. She slid a glass to her, uncapped the Decanter of Chardonnay, and poured Ragan a drink. She recapped the Decanter and uprooted it.

Ragan walked over to the bar. She placed her Duffel bag on the bar-top.

“You look very nice this evening.” The woman rubbed the back of her hand over Ragan’s breasts. “But we are not paying you to keep your clothes on.”

The woman lifted Ragan’s glass of Chardonnay and handed it to her.

Ragan accepted the offering

“Thank you.”

“Come, let’s get acquainted.”

“Before anything occurs. I would like my payment now.”

“Are you saying my word is not good enough? You know we can always get another Negro for this.”

“I think that would benefit you and your male friend.”

Ragan slammed her glass down on the bar-top and headed to the door.

“Wait.” The woman stomped her foot. “Let me confer with my associates.”

Ragan turned around.

“The word, associates is plural. The deal was for a couple, not a fucking audience.”

“The deal has slightly changed.”

“Pardon me, changed?”

“Yes, and the amount you’re getting paid, the request should not be a hindrance.”

Ragan thought for a minute.

“Well hurry the fuck up. My time is limited and valued.”

“I will be right back, oh, before I go. I need you to change.”

“Excuse me.”

The woman walked over to a wooden chest near the kitchenette. She opened it and removed something. She closed the chest back and returned to where Ragan stood.

“I need you to change into this.” She handed Ragan a stack of clothes and a pair of white Stiletto boots. “I will be right back.”

The woman walked toward the sleeping quarters of the hotel suite.

Ragan unfolded the outfit and held it up.

“A private fetish I see.”

She walked over to the bar and placed the blue mini-skirt, white tank-top, and white boots on the bar-top. She unzipped her Duffel bag, took off her clothes, and stuffed them inside. She stepped out of her shoes, and placed them on top of her clothes. She zipped the Duffel bag back up.

Ragan lifted the tank top and pulled it over her head. She stepped into the mini-skirt, and slid it up her legs; she zipped it from the side. She slid her feet into the pair of white thigh-high Stiletto boots, and then placed a blue Flight Attendant hat on her head.

“The whore has questioned this little sexual escapade,” Fay stated to her husband and Governor Franklin.

Governor Franklin sat up in bed.

“Fay and Austin, I have paid you two quite handsomely for this. Moreover, I expect services rendered, or I will rescind the agreement for the twenty-thousand dollar payment.”

Fay and Austin looked at each other.

“Dammit! Drug her like all the rest, and hurry! My little blue wonder pill is starting to take effect.”

“How about if you increase the price, then I can convince this stubborn whore that she’d come out of this with a ten thousand dollar payout.”

“My price has been set, and it’s non-negotiable.”

“Austin, can you reason with him?”

“Governor Franklin, the woman out there is very hot and freaky. I even made arrangements for Fay to join in.”

“Fay?”

“Yes Fay.”

“I always wanted to feel your cunt around my dick.”

Governor Franklin thought about the added advantage of two women servicing his illicit needs.”

“I will agree, but the next time. You will award me a discount for your services.”

“Thank you governor.”

“Tell the whore, the price has been agreed upon to ten thousand dollars.”

Fay bit down on her lip.

“Austin, I need a word with you.”

“Excuse us Governor Franklin.”

Fay and Austin walked to the other side of the master suite.

“What is it?”

“That may be agreed upon, but we still have a problem.”

“Dammit, what is it now Fay?”

“Austin, the whore is requesting to be paid up front.”

“I told you, you should have paid her yesterday. Now she has become skeptical of your word, damn you Fay.”

“I can stall her for more time, at least until we can figure out something.”

“No, poison her, before this deal falls through,” Austin stated.

Governor Franklin laid back and caressed his dick.

“What are you two waiting for? You are down to a minute.”

“Dammit, the governor is making this job very hard for me.”

“No Fay, the whore you decided on, is. I need you to see if she has any drug marks anywhere on her body.”

Fay remembered Ragan’s nude body.

“No, I did not see any yesterday.”

“You two have less than sixty seconds then I get dressed and walk. I knew I should have gone to the Bunny Ranch. Those whores do not waste any time with their services, but the privacy is inexcusable.”

“I will think of something, just be ready.”

“My dick has been ready for over ten minutes now.”

Fay walked back into the living room area.

“Nadia, we will pay the money. However, one of my colleagues will like to inspect the goods. Would you like another drink while he gets undressed?”

“I have not finished my first drink.”

Ragan looked at the woman with contempt in her eyes. She saw the small vial sitting on a shelf behind the bar. The trick-of-the-trade was something she would have adopted if she had to entertain a client who was being difficult. Damn, she missed her own sexual quarters back in Louisiana.

“Are you sure Nadia? You do look a little peaked.”

“In that case, you may fix me another drink and join me.”

Fay thought about it.

“Join you?”

“Yes, while your associates gets undressed.”

Fay looked at Ragan.

“Certainly.”

Ragan handed Fay her half-empty glass.

Fay walked behind the bar. She slid the Decanter to her and uncapped it. She poured the clear content into Ragan’s glass. She slid her hand underneath the bar-top, reached down for the glass vial on the shelf, and slowly unscrewed it. She centered her eyes on Ragan’s back as she dumped the entire liquid ketamine inside her wine glass. She threw the vial and cap back on the shelf and stirred Ragan’s drink with her finger.

Fay poured herself a drink and recapped the Decanter. She lifted both wine glasses and walked from around the bar. She returned to where Ragan stood and handed her the drink.

“Nadia, do you mind if we sit?”

“Not at all.”

Both women sat down on a white cushioned sofa.

Ragan looked around; she had to squint her eyes to adjust her vision.

“I assume the red lightening adds an intimate effect to the mood.”

Yes, and to hide the camcorder behind the bookcase you nigger whore.

Fay falsely smiled.

“Yes.

The bedroom also has similar lightening.”

“Can you get me a napkin please?”

“Yes.”

Fay set her wine glass down on the table and walked over to the bar.

Ragan switched the two glasses. She lifted Fay’s glass and took a sip.

Fay ambulated back over to the sofa and sat down.

“Here you are.”

She handed Ragan a napkin.

“Thank you.” Ragan placed the napkin on the table. “Shall we toast to this future business arrangement.”

“Yes.”

Fay lifted her glass and clicked it to Ragan’s glass. She took a sip.

Ragan took a sip of her drink. She assessed Fay’s reaction over the rim of her glass. She placed her glass back down on the table.

Fay placed her glass back down on the table.

“Nadia, I thought about you last night.”

Fay placed her palm on Ragan’s thigh. She circled her skin with her finger.

“We are still celebrating, the touching comes later.”

“Yes, celebrating.”

Fay lifted her glass of wine and took a sip.

Ragan lifted her glass of wine and took a slow sip.

“I knew... I knew… I knew I picked the right...”

The glass of wine fell out Fay’s hand.

The liquid inside reached the sofa, and dripped onto the white carpet.

Fay looked at Ragan. “I...” She grabbed the sides of her temples. “Wow.” She double-blinked her eyes. The intensity of the lightening dimmed her vision. “Nadi...”

Ragan placed her finger up to her mouth.

“Shh.”

Fay’s body slumped onto the carpet.

Ragan dumped her glass of wine out on the back of Fay’s head; she wiped the glass off with the hem of the skirt. She set her glass back down on the table.

Ragan lifted Fay’s glass from off the carpet, wiped it clean with the hem of the skirt, and let it fall back to the carpet. She stood and walked over to the bar. She opened her Duffel bag and removed her twelve inch dagger from out its scabbard.

Ragan walked over to where Fay was sprawled on the floor. She grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head backwards, and swiftly sliced the blade across her throat. She watched the blood spurt from Fay’s jugular vein.

“I really did like your touches.” Ragan pushed Fay’s head back down on the carpet. She wiped her dagger clean with the hem of Fay’s dress. “And I’m not a whore, you racist bitch.”

Ragan raised her Stiletto boot and repeatedly stomped Fay in the back of her head.

The sharp point of the heel pierced the lining of her scalp. She slowly withdrew the heel and rubbed the sole against the carpet.

Ragan walked back over to the bar and looked around for something heavy.

“Dammit.”

She lifted the glass Decanter and walked back to where the suite’s bedroom was located. She placed her ear up to the door.

“What is taking Fay so fucking long?”

“Governor Franklin, I will be right back, and then we can get this party started.”

“Hurry up. My wife is expected back in town tomorrow. And I am expected back in Washington tonight.”

Ragan stood on the side of the door frame.

Austin opened the door and walked out.

“Dammit Fay, we’re ready!”

Ragan crept up behind Austin and slammed the Decanter down on the back of his head. She pushed him forward and stepped back.

Austin grabbed his head.

“What the hell.” He turned around. “You motherfucking bitch.” He rushed toward her.

Ragan lifted her dagger and stabbed Austin in his neck, swiftly withdrew it, and then pierced his eye with the tip. She slid the blade out, hit him across the face with the Decanter, and then kicked him in the groin.

Austin palmed his eye; his body fell backwards on the carpet.

Ragan dropped the Decanter.

“What the fuck…! Austin, I demand to know what’s going on out there!”

“I will be in there momentarily Governor Franklin. The woman out here is heavy, and Austin accidently dropped her.”

“Do not damage the merchandise, until after I’ve fucked it.”

Ragan bent down and looked at Fay’s accomplice. Austin attempted to lift his head.

“Hel…help…me.” He coughed up a river of blood.

“Darling, when did a whore have a say in our sexual dalliance.”

“Yes darling, please forgive me. We will meet you on the tenth floor. There’s a women’s restroom down the hall on the right side. My lovely wife will come and get you when we’re ready.”

 “I certainly can help you.”

Ragan lifted her dagger and without mercy, repetitively stabbed Austin in his groin. She leveled the dagger and wiped the dripping blood on his navy-blue suit jacket. She looked at the bedroom door and stood, she walked into the bedroom.

“What…, who the hell are you?”

Governor Franklin looked at the woman’s bloody drenched clothing and blood splattered face.

“If you move you fucking pervert. I swear this dagger will be in the pit of your heart.”

Governor Franklin threw the covers back.

“Kill Kill.”

Ragan threw the dagger. The spear-tip of the blade landed in the middle of Governor Franklin’s forehead.

Ragan walked over to the bed and sat down on it. She pivoted to face Governor Franklin.

“Do you remember me Governor Franklin?”

Ragan leaned forward and rubbed the grayish hairs coating Governor Franklin’s chest.

“You remember the times my father used to watch you glide your filthy hands all over my body and fondle my breasts. Well now, it looks like life has come full circle. Too bad, I could not let you fuck me one last time.” Ragan palmed her dagger deeper into Governor Franklin’s forehead and turned it.

“Oh, you can keep the souvenir, you corruptible filthy bastard.”

Ragan lifted the tip of the bed cover and wiped around the handle of her dagger. She dropped the cover and looked around the bedroom.

The red lightening in the bedroom gave her an instant headache.

Ragan looked back at Governor Franklin’s still body; she placed her face in the center of her bloody palms and wept. She cried to feel the intimacy of a man’s love. She cried for the sins of her adoptive parents that seem to govern her future. She cried for the comfort of a mother’s arms. Her entire body shuddered.

“Oh God, help me.”

Her skin became clammy. She bent her head down between her legs to stifle the nauseated feeling rising in the pit of her stomach. She lifted her head and looked over at Governor Franklin’s corpse.

It’s about time she returns to Louisiana before her crimes of passion catches up with her she thought.

She will make it a priority to go to the post office tomorrow and withdraw the items in her safety deposit box.

Ragan stood, looked around the bedroom, and then walked out. She walked over to the bar and opened her Duffel bag. She took off the hat, clothes, and then unzipped the boots; she placed the items inside her Duffel bag. She removed a pair of black pants, and a black turtleneck. She removed both gloves and placed them inside the Duffel bag. She took out a black brim and positioned it on top of her head.

Ragan lifted a pair of tennis shoes and dropped them to the carpet. She bent down, quickly put them on, and tied them. She stood and zipped the Duffel bag; she lifted it from off the bar-top and walked across the hotel suite. She looked around for any incriminating evidence she may have left behind, satisfied with her results. She made it over to the door; she opened it and peeped out. Ragan glanced up to see if any mounted cameras monitored her exit. She looked down the hallway.

A couple was stepping off the elevator.

“Dammit!”

Ragan closed the door back and looked out the peephole.

The couple stopped in front of the hotel suite directly across from the suite she was in.

The man leaned down and kissed the woman on her lips; his hands romanced the back of the woman’s thighs. He inched back and looked around. He wet his two fingers and stuck his hand under the woman’s dress.

The woman closed her eyes while the man fingered her; he leaned his face downward and kissed her lips again.

Ragan’s pussy became wet. She squeezed a breast.

The man retained the woman by the small of her back, and then dipped his free hand inside his suit jacket side pocket for his keycard.

The woman kissed the man on the side of his cheek, and stepped aside.

The man opened the door.

Both walked inside the hotel suite.

The man kicked the door close.

Ragan removed the black brim from off her head, opened the door and wiped the doorknob off. She peeped out again, exited the suite, and pulled the door close. She placed the brim back on top of her head and ran across the carpeted hallway to the fire exit steps.



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