Shhh....

“Shhhh… We’re safe here in the darkness…” she whispered to herself furtively. She looked back around the corner of the building quickly, noticed no one and then whipped herself back into the shadows. Heart racing, blood pumping, small beads of sweat breaking out on her upper lip and hairline. Through the thin tank top, her nipples could be seen, rock hard and pointing the way. Terror shivered through her deliciously, or maybe it was anticipation at what was to come.

She was dressed in drab, olive-colored BDU pants tucked firmly down into the tops of her calf high, black combat boots, and a black tank top. Tattooed arms glistening in the moonlight with sweat, hands encased in black gloves, long slivery blade glinting in the moonlight. She pulled the knife back against her so it too was in the shadows. Her breath made her breasts heave slightly but her breath was slowing. She was focusing in on her target. Slowly, she returned the blade to its sheath and looked around the corner again. Yes, he was still there.

Her breath slower now, even and measured. Her moment was coming soon. HIS moment was coming soon. All of the moments would slow into one long dance very soon. She could barely endure the tension in her body as all her muscles started drawing up into a ready position. The night air was sultry, fairly dripping with moisture and the scent of Magnolia trees. There were many such trees in the park across the street. The park where she would meet him.

He sat on a bench, just inside the park, but close to a bus stop. He had his back to her. Good. This was always so much easier when they faced the other way. So much easier to move in the shadows. So much easier to get so close they could reach out and touch her. But no one ever did. She was fast and exquisitely efficient and never, ever detected. And now it was time to get ready. She pulled back her long, billowing black, curly hair into a tight chignon. “No mothafucka gonna get MY hair again!!” She whispered. But one had once. She had taken off his hand for that and she made sure he knew why. She never made the mistake again. She checked the security of the blade. The black, leather contraption holding it was secure around the waist of her pants; blade in its sheath and on her right hip within easy hand’s reach. She tested it quickly to make sure she could draw it with no issues. It slid out of the sheath with buttery smoothness. No sound.

Quietly, she bound her left arm with a light tourniquet. Out of a pocket on her leg, she pulled a small case containing a previously drawn syringe of liquid. There was only a little bit of liquid in the syringe. Her tight, athletic body didn’t need much for top performance. Gently, she tapped her arm, found a good spot and carefully eased into her waiting vein, administering the elixir. Releasing her arm from its entrapments she carefully replaced her equipment into the case. The case slipped into her pocket with a quick shove. She began the breathing technique she had learned many years ago. The one that focused her mind on the task at hand with a precision only comparable to a mountain lion advancing on prey. Momentarily, despite the sultry night, she shivered all over once and then shook it off. It was time.

The darkness was complete around her save the glow of stars. There was no moon tonight and that was exactly as she preferred it. She planned her business on moonless nights. Just better that way. Deep breath in and then escaping voluptuous, vampire red lips she began walking slowly toward the man on the bench. From the depths of the shadows, she appeared as nothing more than a shadowy specter, nothing but ephemeral. The streets were abandoned and the lightbulb in the last excuse for a street lamp had long since been shattered by a passing ruffian; bored and mischievous. All the better for her. She walked boldly now. No one here to see or stop her.

The man glanced up the street as if checking for the bus and glanced at his watch. She froze. Easing herself back into complete blackness she whispered to herself again, “That bus ain’t come down here for five years…you in the wrong place, baby…” The whispering was more of a hiss under her breath. “Don’t matter no-how…I’m coming for you.” Her hand went to the blade. She fingered the encrusted hilt and felt her vagina filling with excited blood. Her clit tingled insistently. She allowed herself to feel it, sweet moisture kissing her legs inside her boxer shorts. She had to get to her task before the opportunity passed.

In a flash, she sprinted across the last 100 yards between herself and the man and then ducked behind a tree not but 25 feet from the unsuspecting man. She could see the cut of his fine Armani suit, the gorgeous silk tie around his neck and large rings on meaty fingers. For a moment she wished he did not have on a tie, she hated to muss them, but no matter. Her blade was sharp. A slight breeze whisked by, moving the moss from the tree against her as if urging her on, however, she did not need any encouragement. She had done this before and it came far too easy.

Seemingly without touching the ground, she was behind his seat on the bench and with one motion she grabbed him around his forehead with her left hand and slit his throat clean off his neck with the other. No sound, but plenty of blood, dark and velvety in its motion, pumping out of his artery and red cascading down his beautiful tailored white shirt with the French cuffs. Down it ran onto his alligator shoes and saturated the ground below in enchanting rivulets of spent life. As she watched the blood, her body thumped against the back of the bench, a shockingly powerful orgasm wracking her body with explosive pleasure. She came and she came as she mounted the top of one orgasm another bearing even more pleasure than the one before. She ground her hips, vagina squeezing hard around the huge dildo she had placed there. She could bear the ecstasy no longer and cried out as she crumpled into a heap on the ground behind the beheaded man. He sat there oblivious to it all.

Blood still oozing from his neck, slower now, she rose and with deft fingers removed his rings, watch, diamond stud earrings, wallet, keys, three-carat diamond tie pin, and even the twinkling cufflinks. She wiped her blade on the grass and as quiet as the night, slipped back into the shadows and away.