CLASSY

Execution

    This one had class. Yes she was good looking but it was more than that. More than her large firm breasts and her fine ass. It was something else, grace under pressure, a calmness, a simple knowledge that she would always keep it together. However you describe it she had it in spades. 
    I had of course seen her during the preparations. I have to oversee those as much as I dislike it. There is something demeaning about the whole thing. What starts out as a person is stripped, washed, cleaned inside and out, and has her excretory openings sealed. What is left at the end is a bound dumb animal waiting to be killed. She was different. There was no struggling, no pleading or protestations of innocence. Nor was there any sense of hopelessness about her. Not this one. She had asked questions and helped out any way she could. In the end she had done almost everything for herself. 
    Now she was walking toward me. Coming to die and doing so with her head held high and willing to look me right in the eyes.  Walking as proud as if she was going down the aisle to be married. Her breasts were leading the way and betrayed no sign of fear as they rose and fell with each measured breath. Her firm steps soon had her to me. No words were necessary as she knelt before me and looked up. Even with her hands tied behind her back she was graceful and damned sexy. She sat back on her heels and gave me a tiny smile that hinted at some secret shared by the two of us. Or perhaps it was an acknowledgement of what we were to share, an intimate act that was even closer than making love. Instead of her body she was offering up her life. I would take it very soon. 
    The heavy .45 rose smoothly until it was pointed at the spot between those beautiful breasts. The soft snick of the safety sounded loud in the quiet of the chamber. For a last few seconds we shared her last seconds of life and as I gently squeezed the trigger I saw her forgiveness in those large dark eyes. Eyes that opened wide in surprise as the heavy slug struck the magic spot in the center of her breastbone. Knocked backwards by the blow her body landed on it’s back. The brave heart shattered by the bullet and ripped by the bone shards was no longer able to supply her needs. An attempt at breathing lasted only a few seconds. Some movements that could have been anything and then it was over. She just went all soft and limp, the eyes looking at nothing. 
    This was the time when I usually just check for any signs of life and walk away leaving the corpse to be removed by others but I just couldn’t do it to her. I did the check and yes she was dead. Then I gently rolled her to first one side and then the other as I pulled her feet out from under her body so I could stretch her legs out together. It just wasn’t classy to leave her laying there with her legs spread and her pussy showing like that. I closed her eyes and untied her hands. Then we waited together for the men to come to remove her. We were gentle as we loaded her onto the gurney and she left covered. Classy to the end. I felt proud to have known her and to have shared her life.