7PM - Brittany (A 5PM Short Story)

by Chris Heinicke

  I ran my hand from her face down to the front of her shorts, forcing it inside her panties and sliding my middle finger between her legs. She was moist already, and as she reached for the moistness between my legs, we heard a voice nearby.

  “Girls, take it to your room.”

  We turned to see the perpetrator, my eyes lighting up when I saw it was Ed. “You should come and join us, officer.” I smiled at him.

  “As much as I’d like to, I have to go do something. Just make sure you get a good sleep. You’re learning weapons tomorrow.”

  “Will you be there?” I asked.

  He looked me up and down. “I’ll be interested to see what you’re capable of.”

  With that comment, he turned and disappeared into the night. I looked back in Faith’s eyes. “Like he said, let’s take it to our room.”

  ******

  Weapons training would have to have been my favourite part of the training, and my love for using knives only grew. I learned to shoot well in a short time too, holding a big piece of steel and putting holes in targets shaped as men came easily to me as I imagined them having Russell’s head, or even some of the boys I fucked in high school. Of course, DS stood over us telling us a better way to grip a pistol or thrust a blade, but over time, a feeling inside of me grew of him holding a special affection for me, which he did his best to hide.

  Faith and I grew closer, and I felt like I’d fallen in love for the first time ever. Some nights we slept in her room, some nights mine, and on the odd occasion, we slept under a blanket beneath the starry skies. Oliver continued to hit on us on an individual basis, but many nights he reportedly received a visit from Emily, who quietly told me he was the owner of the biggest cock she had ever had inside her. After several weeks, I had almost forgotten what having sex with a man was like, and I didn’t miss it.

  “You know you’ll have to go back to having sex with men when we’re on assignments,” Faith told me one night as we lay beneath a blanket near the edge of the property we were living on. An electrified fence with spiralled barbed wire at the top kept anyone in and everyone out, not as if I had any idea where we were anyway. And why would I have wanted to leave? For the first time ever in my life, I felt safe, satisfied sexually on a regular basis, hanging out with some cool people and learning to kill and getting super fit in the process.

  Life was good.

  “What about tomorrow? How will you go when we have our test assignment?” Faith asked me. She leaned above me, her breasts against mine as she stroked my hair.

  “I’ll be okay. I’ll think of you when I fuck the person they send me, and when it comes to the killing, I’ll think of Russell.”

  “I love you, Brittany.” She kissed me and almost consumed my lips in the process. When she withdrew, a tear abseiled her face and it felt like a dagger point pressing against me about to pierce my skin.

  I ran a hand through her hair and smiled. “I love you, too.”

  Sitting up straight, her voice now cowered into a whisper, “Let’s run away together, just you and me. We know how to defend ourselves now, how to kill with our bare hands if we have to. We can go away, far away and go see the world. You… and me.”

  I wanted to cry, but I had to be strong. The romance of the idea to run away and travel had appeal, but the day I killed Russell gave me a taste for blood. “We have a job to do. Let’s do it for a while at least, save some money, and then think about what you said.”

  “I’m scared, Brit.” The tears flowed freely. I sat up and hugged her tight, and remained holding her while she cried and cried. I had no idea how much time passed, but eventually, we lay down again with her head on my chest, and at some stage, we fell asleep.

  ******

  “Rise and shine, sluts,” a female voice screamed at us.

  I opened my eyes and the sun’s light smacked me and caused me to blink. I had never seen this woman before, this bald headed voluptuous woman, who couldn’t even be five foot tall at a guess. Not many women can rock the bald look, but this woman was immaculate.

  No point trying to cover up. The blanket only covered us from the waist down as we slept and pretty much everyone we had met at the compound had seen us naked anyway. We grabbed our clothes and put them on as quickly as naughty schoolgirls trying to dress when they heard their parents open the front door of the house.

  “Come with me,” she said as we put our last items of clothing on. For such a short woman, she carried herself with speedy legs.

  “Where are we going?” Faith asked.

  The woman stopped dead in her tracks, spinning on her heel to face us. “You should know not to ask questions.”

  The remainder of the walk to our destination remained silent apart from the sounds of nature, and when we ceased our journey, we saw a white picket fence surrounding a quaint looking country cottage in the middle of a green paddock. Why had we never seen this little place before?

  “Your final test before your first assignment. I’ll be doing a demonstration, hope you enjoy.” For the first time since we had met her, she smiled. Opening the front door, we followed her to a room on the left of the hallway. Wigs of many colours sat upon mannequin heads on a dresser while numerous dresses hung on rails stretching from wall to wall.

  “Oh, my God,” Faith said, taking in the sights of dozens of high heeled shoes supported on racks.

  The woman headed straight for a black bob wig, placing it on her head, opening a drawer and putting on a pair of opal blue contact lenses. Guiding us down the hallway, she sent us to a narrow room, shutting the door behind us and locking it. With barely any room to turn around, we couldn’t help but look into the bedroom through the two-way mirror taking up nearly the whole wall. A man looking to be in his forties laid on a king sized bed wearing nothing but a pair of silk boxer shorts.

  “I feel kind of like a voyeur watching this.” Faith smiled while watching the man lay on the bed. All I could think about was Russell’s hairy frame and his sneer that used to make my skin crawl. It’s obvious this man on the bed would meet a similar fate as the woman entered the room wearing a red silk dress hugging her every curve.

  The man pointed to a pile of notes on a bedside table.

  “How do you suppose he got here?” I asked Faith.

  Shrugging her shoulders, she kept her eyes glued to the scene playing out in front of us, as the woman crawled over the end of the bed and reached for the man’s only item of clothing. Pulling them down off his hips, she glided them over his legs and feet before throwing them over her shoulder. The man’s excitement showed as she lifted her own lone item of clothing over her head, her natural gigantic breasts bouncing while leaning over him and guiding his stiff cock inside her. Upon his successful entry, the woman began to bounce up and down while straddling him.

  “Those things will hit her in the eye if she bounces any harder.” Faith giggled.

  I could barely believe it as they got straight into it without any sort of foreplay or the use of a condom. Unless she knew him already…

  The flexibility of the woman was astonishing. She bent backwards to reach something on the floor under the bed, and at the same time, I could see from the look on the man’s face he must have been close to coming. Within a few seconds, the woman returned upright to her straddling position, and I could see the smile on her face as the man relaxed and folded his arms behind his head. His smile soon changed to panic as he noticed what she held in her left hand.

  The knife struck once, then twice and then repeatedly through the man’s chest, blood squirting and pouring out in all directions. He didn’t have a hope.

  “Oh, my God,” Faith said as the face of the man turned our way, his dead eyes seeming to stare straight into our own. “He can see us.”

  “No, he can’t, he’s dead, and on that side, this window looks like a giant mirror.”

  The woman dismounted the bed, rolling the bed coverings to conceal the dead man from view. Disregarding the blood splatters on her
own naked form, she left the room and a few seconds later, opened the door to our narrow room. “See how easy that was?”

  “Yes.” I smiled at her. I noticed a smear of blood on her breast and wiped it with a finger.

  “Kinky.” She smiled back at me. “I like that. I’ll be back soon. I kind of need a wash.”

  Leaving us alone, she made sure to lock us in again. Faith stood in close, and I could see those tears of hers again. “I can’t do this, babe.”

  “But haven’t you done this before?”

  “I lied. I’ve never actually even seen a dead body for that matter. I have to leave, and I want you to come with me.”

  ******

  I sat outside as Faith met with one of the upper ranked members of The Praying Mantassassins inside the small office. In all the time we had spent there, neither of us had ever met anyone higher up than the drill sergeant and Ed, but we were sure those at the top of the ranks had seen our training captured on video cameras situated around the training grounds.

  Faith was adamant about leaving, even after I begged her for the best part of two hours. I needed to stay and continue, despite my love for her. Seeing that man who thought he was experiencing a service provided by a high-priced escort killed post-coatis raised so much excitement inside me, adrenaline wise and sexually. Maybe I was sick, but after watching what that woman had done made me realise I wasn’t the only one.

  Ten minutes since Faith had entered the meeting, DS ran from the office to speak to me. “Faith will be leaving immediately and can’t come out and say goodbye. But she wants you to have this.” He opened a closed fist and presented me with her silver necklace with a capital F pendant hanging from it.

  “Can you give something to her for me?” I asked DS. I unclasped my bracelet, the only thing I possessed once belonging to my late grandmother. I didn’t want him to catch sight of my tears, but with his eyes directly on mine, it couldn’t be helped.

  He nodded while accepting the piece of jewellery and deep down I knew I would probably never see her again.

  ******

  The first night without Faith was the loneliest of my life. I missed the feel of her body on mine, and her friendship, the best friend I’ve had since Billy. Oh, Billy, who I still thought about from time to time. I always hoped wherever he happened to be and whatever he was doing, I hoped he was okay. If only I could have reached out to him, to let him know I was doing fine. Now.

  There had been no further word on the test assignment, or even news of postponing it for a later time. Grabbing the F-shaped pendant on my necklace, I stared at it for a few minutes and put it to my lips.

  I removed all my clothes and climbed into bed, alone for the first night in weeks. The quiet of the night sounds most rambunctious when you’re all alone and confused and embarking on an uncertain path. My room became almost a stranger to me, a place where I no longer belonged.

  A soft knocking on my door shook me from my thoughts. “Who is it?”

  “Oliver. Checking to see if you’re okay.”

  Taking a deep sigh, I wondered what the hell he wanted. Maybe I needed sex with a man again before I started work in the field. With no locks on our doors, I was able to yell out, “Come in.”

  As he opened the door, I couldn’t remember if I first noticed the smirk on his face or the bulge in his skin-tight jeans. There was no denying his hotness, and as he closed the door behind him, I sat up in bed and allowed the covers to fall, exposing my upper body to his hungry eyes.

  “You look like you’ve been waiting for me,” he said taking a few steps towards me.

  “You wish. Let’s face it—we’ve seen each other naked nearly every day in the showers.”

  “Yes, but we haven’t been alone.” He lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his washboard abs

  “Fuck it, we know where this is headed.” I rolled the covers from me completely and opened my legs a little.

  “Looks good enough to eat,” he said staring at my recently waxed pussy, the result of an impulse treatment recently requested from the beauty therapist who paid weekly visits. I don’t know if I got it to remind me of my little girl self before puberty and Russell, or because of how delightful it made me feel.

  I could judge how hard he was already from the outline in his jeans, and I ached for him inside me. “Hurry up and get that big fucking python in me.”

  “Wow, so eloquent.” He stood a couple of feet from me and quickly removed his shoes and socks and unzipped his jeans. It soon became apparent he was going commando, as his stiff member soon made an appearance. I touched myself to get some moistness before his imminent invasion.

  “There are condoms in the drawer,” I said pointing to the bedside dresser.

  ******

  I was unable to take his whole length inside of me, but he filled me nicely and had great prowess. Quite often guys with big dicks think all they have to do is push it in and out to please a woman, but Oliver sure put in a performance. He fell asleep rapidly after the act was completed, and as I looked over him, I could see his pile of clothes next to the bed. Something shiny caught my eye, reflecting the soft light of the salt lamp.

  Curiosity nagged and got the better of me. Carefully climbing out of bed, I crawled around to his side of the bed to take a close look at the shiny metal object in his rear jeans pocket. Pulling it from the pile of clothes, a familiar circular item made my skin crawl. My grandmother’s bracelet.

  “Oh, shit,” I said out loud.

  Oliver stirred and turned around to face me standing near his side of the bed. “Lost something?”

  I held it in front of me. “Where the fuck did you get this?”

  “My practical assignment—the first one, at least.”

  I felt bile rising in my throat, still fully naked and vulnerable. My mouth opened, but words failed to form.

  “She was great if you know what I mean, but you were even better.” He pulled a pistol from under my pillow and aimed it at me. I had no idea how it came to be under my pillow or where it even came from. “Remember what the instructors say, this isn’t personal.” He pulled the trigger.

  “You think I would keep a loaded gun in my bed?” I said as the empty cartridge caused the gun to make a clicking sound.

  Oliver dropped it and lunged at me, in hopes he could catch me before I found a weapon to use on him. I swivelled on the spot and readied my fists for his recovery. I’d never sparred with him in training, so I felt completely unsure if I could take him or not.

  “At least you put up a fight, unlike your girlfriend.” His facial expression changed to match his taunting words.

  Who the fuck chats during a fight? I swung a punch at his face, expecting him to block it as he met it with a deflecting arm. This gave me just enough time to raise my leg and kick him square in his exposed groin.

  He screamed as the bridge of my foot smashed his flaccid cock and balls, and it was just the advantage I needed to punch him in the throat. Hearing him struggle for air as he fell in a heap on the ground, I knew what I had to do then.

  I opened a drawer on my desk to see my babies lying together in a row, my knife collection—each one sharper than the next and waiting to lose their virginity. Picking the one I favoured most for its natural balance and grip, I heard Oliver moving behind me.

  “You really gonna kill a fellow student?” he asked. Now on his feet, he leaned on the bedside dresser for support.

  I nodded. “This is for Faith.” I leapt a couple of feet towards him and slashed at his body.

  Blood squirted from his wrists like busted fire hydrants, his desperate attempt to block the attack in stopping the knife from cutting his body. The escape of blood would possibly kill him without my intervention, but that wouldn’t mesh too well with my current rage levels. “Did you fuck her before you killed her?”

  He nodded, pressing his bleeding wrists against his chest.

  “You’re going to die, Oliver.”

  I could see tears formi
ng on his face. I felt unable to feel sadness for him, for what I was about to do was revenge against him for killing my first love. Is this how it will be every time I kill someone? I felt no hesitation, no fear, and no pity for the man in front of me.

  “Thanks for the great sex, Oliver.” I slashed at his throat in a smooth arc, my sharp blade meeting little resistance as it sliced through his jugular vein, his blood showering me as it escaped the deep cut. “But I’m a Praying Mantassassin now.”

  Staring at Oliver’s dying, naked body, I almost didn’t hear the noise of the door opening behind me. I stood dead still, and thought this was it, the cavalry had arrived, and they won’t be happy I killed their poster boy.

  “You owe me fifty dollars, Bjorn,” I heard Emily’s voice.

  “Oh, shit. Well, a bet’s a bet, I guess. Can’t believe I’ve gotta clean this fucking mess, though.” As I turned, I saw the man called Bjorn for the first time. His flawless olive skin gave him the European look to match his accent, and his smirk, a sign of his approval of my nude physical presence.

  “We need to get you a new room, girl, right after you take a shower. Congratulations, you passed your practical test. Now you’re ready for real assignments,” Emily said with a half-smile forming on her face.

  But there was something I needed to ask. “Faith?”

  “Sorry, girl. Like young Olly here, she too failed her practical. He apparently fucked her, killed her and threw her body in the ocean. It should wash up in a day or two. You’re the lucky one of three who made it through this intake.”

  I swallowed hard, but a time like this called for looking strong. “Yay me.”

  Chapter 3

  IN THE THREE years that had passed since I first became an official Praying Mantassassin, I had killed forty-four people, ranging from politicians, cheating husbands, lawyers, key witnesses before they could give testimony, and even a couple of women. Each mission had been a success and Ed kept track of every investigation just to ensure the police weren’t on my trail.