Lorna: by Purplecat

Lorna Parks walked quickly down the sidewalk. She 
stopped at a pay phone and dug in her purse for some 
coins. She dialed the number and waited.

"Hello." A voice said.

"Ms. Wilson?" Lorna asked.

"Yes this is Emily Wilson."

"Ms. Wilson, My name is Joann Turner, I must talk with 
you. Are you busy right now?" Lorna asked.

"No, but what is this about?" Emily asked.

"I can't discuss it over the phone, I must tell you in 
person. Can I come over right now?"

"Miss Turner, you're a complete stranger. What could 
you possible have to say to me?"

"It concerns your husband, and if you'll see me you'll 
thank me for the rest of your life."

"Well alright if it concerns Donald I'll see you for a few 
minutes."

Lorna rang the bell at the Wilson home and was 
surprised when an elderly lady opened the door. Her 
husband Donald was at least twenty years younger than 
her. Lorna had never met him face to face but she had 
followed him over the last few days and knew exactly 
what he looked like.

"Miss Wilson?"

"Yes, my dear and you must be Miss Turner. Please 
come in."

Emily led her down a hall and into a large living room; 
after they were seated Emily smiled at her.

"Now what's this about my husband?" she asked.

"I don't know how to say this except to just say it, your 
husband has hired me to kill you."

"Kill me!"

"Yes, he paid me ten thousand and I'm to get another ten 
after I do the job." Lorna explained.

"No, Please don't." Emily cried, holding her hands up in 
front of her.

"Don't worry I don't intend to do it. Unless I have too, I 
can't stand a man that cheats on his wife. You know he's 
having an affair don't you?"

"Yes, with a woman named Janet Carson."

"That's right, they want you dead so they can have your 
money and get married to each other. If Donald just 
divorces you, he'll get nothing."

"I knew he didn't love me but I never thought he would 
try to have me killed. What do you mean unless you have 
to?" Emily said looking frightened.

"I've got ten thousand coming, if you pay it to me 
instead of him, you see what I mean."

"Yes I see."

"On the other hand you could give me twenty and I'll 
take care of that husband stealing slut for you."

"You would?" Emily said.

Lorna watched as the wheels turned in Emily's head. Her 
expression changed to a hard determined look.

"Do it." she said.

"As you know Donald is going to Cleveland tomorrow at 
five, she's supposed to join him tomorrow evening, she's 
taking off from work at noon and her plane leaves at 
seven. They don't want to be seen traveling together. I'll 
get her before she leaves, I'm supposed to do you the 
following day between nine AM and noon, Donald's 
going to be in a meeting at that time."

Emily went to a picture on the wall she hinged it out and 
revealed a wall safe behind it; she spun the dial and 
opened the safe. She took out two packs of one hundred 
dollar bills and closed and locked the safe.

"I take it I'm supposed to pay you half now and half after 
the deed is done." She said, handing Lorna the money.

Lorna carefully gripped the packs of money by the edges 
and slipped them into her purse.

"Yes that's right, but tell me do you expect Donald to 
come home tomorrow before he leaves?"

"No he always takes his bags to the office in the 
morning, he'll be going straight to the airport from 
there."

"Good, so I can safely come here for the rest of my 
money anytime tomorrow. Right?" Lorna asked.

"Yes that's right."

The next day Lorna was waiting for Janet when she came 
home for lunch. Janet smiled at her.

"Hey what are you doing here?" she asked.

Lorna had spent some time getting to know Janet. She 
started a conversation with her in a bar, and before you 
know it they were friends. Lorna had visited her twice 
before.

"I heard you were leaving and I just wanted to say 
goodbye, I'm going away myself, I plan on being gone 
several months."

"Oh is that right, come on in, I have some shopping to do 
before I catch my plane but we can have some lunch."

"No thanks I have a lunch date, but go ahead we can talk 
while you eat." Lorna said. 

Lorna put her briefcase on the kitchen counter and sat at 
the table watching Janet make a sandwich, when she was 
finished she sat at the table and started eating.

Earlier Lorna called Donald and asked him to meet her 
for lunch; she said she wanted to be sure all the details 
were worked out. She thought of him now sitting at the 
restaurant waiting for her.

Janet was just talking away; Lorna was paying little 
attention to what she was saying. She got up and went to 
her briefcase and opened it, she removed the 357-
magnum revolver with the silencer and pointed it at the 
back of Janet's head.

"Hey I have something to show you." she said.

As Janet turned her head Lorna shot her in the temple. 
Janet toppled sideways out of the chair and crashed to the 
floor. A pool of blood began to form around her head. 
Lorna grabbed hold of the counter top to keep her knees 
from buckling, the contractions in her vagina were so 
powerful. She always had a wonderful orgasm when she 
killed. She waited for it to subside and put the gun away 
then she took out a Polaroid camera and snapped a 
picture of Janet's face, then she quickly closed up her 
briefcase and walked out.

Lorna walked around for a while then she called 
Donald's office, when she heard his voice.

"Donald I'm so sorry but I couldn't make lunch. I still 
need to see you. Can you meet me at the art museum in 
thirty minutes?

"Yeah I guess so." He said.

Thirty minutes later Lorna was ringing the Wilson 
doorbell. When Emily answered the door she walked past 
her.

"It's done, she said.

In the living room Lorna sat with her briefcase on her lap 
and removed the picture.

"Here she is, just the way you wanted her." she said 
smiling and handing the picture to Emily.

Emily got up and went to the wall safe; as she worked 
the combination Lorna came up behind her when the safe 
door opened she shot Emily in the back of the head. This 
Orgasm wasn't as powerful as the last; she guessed it 
was because they were so close together.

Lorna took all the money from the safe and put it in her 
briefcase. It was just as Donald had slipped up and told 
her in one of their phone conversations.

"I could retire for life on just the money the bitch has in 
her wall safe." He said.

Lorna had a driver's license with her picture on it that 
said she was Joann Turner she showed it to the agent at 
the airline desk. He checked her bags and briefcase and 
sent them off to the plane. When she got to Cleveland 
she took a cab to the hotel where Donald was staying. 
She went to the house phone and called the front desk 
and asked for his room number. She checked her bag 
with the bellboy and went to the elevator, outside his 
door she got out her gun and knocked. When he 
answered she shoved the gun in his face.

"Back up big boy." She said.

She forced him back into his room and made him sit in a 
chair.

"What is this, If it's a robbery just take whatever you 
want." he said.

She put the gun to his right temple and shot him. He just 
slumped in the chair and his head rolled back. Lorna fell 
on the bed grasping her cunt, this was a good one, she 
got off a lot stronger when she shot a man. She waited 
until it subsided then she sat up and removed the silencer 
from the gun. She pressed it into his hand being sure his 
prints was on the trigger then she let it fall to the floor. 
She took the first ten thousand that Emily gave her and 
pressed it into his hands, using a handkerchief so she 
wouldn't get her own prints on it. She pushed it into his 
suitcase under his underwear. She found his Wallet on 
the night stand and looked inside for credit cards, she 
called airline reservations and bought a ticket for him, 
early the next morning for Mexico then she got her 
briefcase and left.

Her friend Mike was right, he was known as 
Michelangelo in the under ground and was one of the 
few people that knew Lorna was a killer. Mike was her 
hero, the ultimate killer. He told her.

"You'll never make any money killing, robbery is where 
the money's at. How many hits a year do you do? Five, 
six. That's around a hundred to one twenty a year. You 
can do a lot better than that stealing."

Here she was after killing only three people. Blaming all 
their deaths on one sorry son-of a bitch. She had over 
five hundred thousand in her briefcase. She felt no 
remorse for what she had done. She may of had a fleeting 
thought of sorrow for Emily. But it quickly passed from 
her mind. If Donald hadn't let it slip that Emily had all of 
that cash in her safe, she would have killed her and took 
the twenty thousand. She knew Mike was no thief.  He 
was a bounty hunter but he didn't hunt crooks he hunted 
people who were in the witness protection program and 
had big rewards on their heads posted by the top 
gangsters in the country. He killed whole families, men 
women and children. He would earn two to three 
hundred thousand per hit. He was right about stealing 
though, she would steal every chance she got.

In the hotel lobby she retrieved her bag and checked in as 
Joann Turner she went to her room and showered then 
she slipped into a silky, green mini dress with nothing 
under it, she slipped ten one hundred dollar bills into her 
purse. After seeing her briefcase locked firmly in the 
hotel vault, she headed for the bar. Lorna was not a big 
drinker but the bar was where the men were. After a kill 
she was always horny and she needed some cock. She 
was especially horny tonight because she had three kills 
that day.

She found a table and told the waitress she wanted a 
white wine, before the wine came a man came up to her 
table with a drink in his hand.

"Good evening. Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.

"Sure, have a seat." She said.

"You in town on business?" he asked as he sat down.

"Yes, I'm all through, be going home tomorrow." She 
said.

"Jeez, I thought you were a prostitute. Sorry." He 
laughed.

"No. I'm not interested in your money, but I think you do 
have something in your pants that I'm interested in." She 
said smiling.

"Oh, well, in that case why don't we go up to my room?" 
Lorna wasn't interested in going to bed with the guy she 
just wanted to fuck.

"No, I don't think so, but I will go to the men's room 
with you." She said.

The man stood and she followed him to the back of the 
bar and into the men's room. She opened one of the stall 
doors.

"Drop your pants and sit on the toilet." She said, "I'll do 
the rest."

The man dropped his pants and sat. His cock was only 
about half hard. Lorna pulled her tits up over the low cut 
top of her dress and lifted her skirt showing him her 
shaved pussy. The man's cock stood at attention, she 
turned around and sat on his lap guiding his hard cock 
into her wet pussy. She bounced up and down on it, the 
man groaned and pushed up at her. She was almost ready 
to orgasm when she heard the door open and close. She 
had intentionally left the stall door open. When a man 
appeared at the opening she never stopped bouncing.

"Take it out and let me suck it," she said.

The new man unzipped his pants and stepped into the 
stall. Lorna leaned forward and stuffed his half hard cock 
in her mouth. Her orgasm came and went, but she never 
stopped fucking and sucking the two men. The man 
fucking her mouth came first, he filled her mouth and she 
swallowed, she sucked him dry as the man in her pussy 
began squirting it full. She stopped only after both cocks 
were soft. The men started adjusting their clothes and 
Lorna sat on the toilet letting the man's cum drain out of 
her.

"I have two friends outside." The second man said.

"Good, send them in." she said smiling.

She cleaned herself with toilet paper and waited for the 
two to appear. When they came in she had one sit on the 
toilet and sat on him while she sucked the other, just as 
she had the first two. After they finished and left, she 
cleaned herself again. Then she went back to the bar 
room. All four of the men were sitting at the table where 
her wine was. She sat down and smiled at them.

"That was fun. You guys want to come up to my room 
for an encore?" she asked.

All four of them were more than ready. She fucked them 
into the early morning; they all left her room at around 
two AM.
  
Later that morning she caught the plane home, when she 
arrived at her apartment she called her answering service. 
She had two messages, one from a man who left a phone 
number but no name, and the other from Mike. Her 
answering service was in the name of Joann Turner and 
they had no number to reach her, she used that number 
for prospective customers. Mike always referred 
customers that wanted some one hit, to her. She called 
Mike first.

"Mike." He said.

"Hi guy, it's me. What's up?" she asked.

"I referred a guy to you, he's looking for someone to hit 
his business partner." Mike explained.

"Who is he?" she asked.

"His name is Fredric Nelson he's a big real estate guy. 
Claims his partner is fucking his wife. He offered me 
thirty grand to do the job. I told him I didn't do small 
time hits and gave him your number."

"I got a number to call, it's probably him." she said.
"Listen baby this guy is loaded, he can afford a lot more 
than thirty grand."

"I'll check him out. Don't worry I'll get everything that I 
can out of the bastard."

"Yeah. I hear the last guy I referred to you shot his wife 
and his girl friend then did himself in a hotel room in 
Cleveland."

"Is that right. I wondered what happened to him I 
couldn't catch up with him." she lied.

"Yeah, right baby, I heard his old lady had a fortune in 
her wall safe, they only found ten grand in his hotel 
room. The cops think that's all that was in the safe, but I 
bet you know better." He said laughing.

"Why Mike I have no idea what your talking about." She 
said giggling.

"Come by and see me baby you know where to find me."

"I'll do that Mike." She said and hung up.

Lorna was born and raised on a farm in Kansas. Her 
daddy raised cattle. They kept chickens and hogs for 
food. When she was eight Her daddy gave her a small 
thirty-two revolver. She loved that gun. She practiced 
constantly. She shot at tin cans, bottles anything that 
would make a good target. As she became better her 
targets got smaller and smaller. By the time she was ten 
she could hit a bottle cap at twenty paces. Her mother 
started letting her shoot a chicken when she wanted one 
for dinner. Lorna loved the way the chickens jumped 
around when she shot them in he head. Her little pussy 
always got wet. When it came time to kill the hogs she 
got to shoot them too. They butchered three that year and 
Lorna shot each of them cleanly in the brain. They didn't 
jump around like the chickens but it was still thrilling to 
kill something that big and it made her little panties wet. 
The most thrilling thing was when her daddy let her 
shoot a steer that he wanted to butcher. The animal was 
huge and he dropped like a rock when she shot him. 
That's when she realized the power she had when she 
had her gun in her hand.

Her Daddy hired a drifter to do chores around the ranch. 
Hemp Taylor was a dirty looking man of about forty. He 
was always looking at Lorna out of the corner of his eye 
and when no one else was around he stared openly at her. 
She was twelve and her body had started to fill out. She 
was a very sexy looking little girl.
 
One night after she was asleep, a hand that was clamped 
over her mouth awakened her. She tried to scream but it 
was useless. She struggled and fought but the man hit her 
and everything went black. When she woke up the man 
was lying on top of her trying to get his big cock into her 
pussy. She had something stuffed in her mouth and she 
couldn't cry out. The man drove his cock into her and 
ruined her hymen forever. She cried as the man fucked 
her. She fumbled under her pillow for her gun. Hemp 
raised himself up on his hands and started pounding her 
hard. She shot him between the eyes. He rolled off of her 
and onto the floor where he lay on his back, with his 
cock shooting semen on his belly and chest. In seconds 
the door burst open and her mother and daddy came in. 
Her daddy turned on the light and her mother screamed. 
He quickly pushed her from the room.

"Go to our room and stay there until we get this mess 
cleaned up," he told her.

Her brothers Tim and Jack came in almost immediately. 
Her daddy looked at her naked body and the blood 
oozing out of her little almost hairless pussy.

"That son-of-a-bitch took your cherry. I was going to 
have that myself," he said and kicked Hemp's lifeless 
body.

Lorna pulled the gag from her mouth and looked over the 
edge of the bed.

"Can I shoot him again Daddy?" she asked, pointing her 
gun at Hemps nose.

"Hell yes shoot the bastard again," he said.

She put a hole right where his nose use to be and fell 
back on the bed screaming and holding her pussy. She 
was having her first ever orgasm.

Sam Parks looked at his two teen-aged sons. Both of 
them had big bulges in their pajamas.

"You boys go dig a hole under that big elm tree in the 
front yard. Make it plenty deep," he said and sat on the 
bed the next to Lorna.

"I killed him didn't I?" she asked, smiling.

"Deader than a door nail," Sam grinned.

"He fucked me daddy!"

"I can see that. Looks like he was getting ready to shoot 
his load just as you did. He cum all over himself."

Lorna looked over the edge of the bed.

"Is that what that white stuff is? Cum."

"Yeah that's the stuff that makes babies,'" he said.

"You was mad. You said you wanted to get my cherry," 
she said.

"Yeah I've been planning that. I wanted to wait until you 
was thirteen. Them brothers of yours have been wanting 
to do it for a while, but I told them no, not until I got 
your cherry," 

"Tim and Jack wants to fuck me?"

"They sure do honey. They both have a big hard on for 
you."

Lorna was silent for a moment.

"Daddy if we did it right now it would be almost like you 
were getting my cherry. Hemp didn't cum in me or 
anything. Please do it to me daddy," she begged.

Sam looked at her sexy little body. He stood up and 
started unbuttoning his pajama top.

"Okay baby if that's what you want. Daddy will surely 
oblige," he said, grinning.
 
Lorna watched as he removed his pajamas. When his big 
hard cock sprang into view she gasped.

"God it's even bigger than Hemp's." she said.

"Don't you worry about that baby I'll go real slow and 
by the time were through you'll think it's just right," he 
said.

Instead of crawling on top of her, he lowered his mouth 
to her pussy and licked it. She groaned and shoved her 
hips up at him. He kept licking her until she started to 
spasm in orgasm. Then he slowly entered her. Her 
cumming cunt welcomed him and he fucked her slow 
with long deep strokes.

"Oh daddy it feels so good, I love your big cock," she 
moaned.

He fucked her until he couldn't hold back any longer 
then he filled her with his sperm. She bucked up at him 
her pussy contracting in her third orgasm. She lay back 
and relaxed.

"Oh Daddy that was wonderful. Now I know why the 
animals are always fucking," she said grinning.

When Sam got up, Tim and Jack was standing at the door 
grinning.
 
"Okay you can fuck her now, but no blow jobs or ass 
fucking those cherries are mine," Sam said, as he pulled 
on his pajamas.

The three of them grabbed Hemp's body and started 
hauling it out.

"Hey brothers. Can you come back when you're 
through? I could use some more fucking," she giggled.

Her daddy did get her other two cherries. He made her 
suck his cock and swallow every drop of his thick cum. 
Lorna didn't mind in fact she liked it. Her mother 
oversaw her first ass fuck. She made sure Lorna was 
properly prepared.

"Poor preparation on your first ass fuck can turn you 
away from it for life," she said.

Lorna loved it.

For the next five years she fucked her daddy and her 
brothers several times a week. She found out that her 
mother was fucking all three of them too but there was 
always a cock when she needed one.

When she was seventeen Lorna decided she wanted to go 
out on her own. She had been fucking everyday for five 
years and she thought she might as well get paid for it. 
She was now a beautiful young girl with a shapely figure 
and tits to die for. She was bored with the same three 
cocks all the time. She wanted some variety. When she 
told her daddy she was leaving he was upset but she had 
a twelve-year-old sister that was blossoming out, so he 
wasn't too disappointed.
 
She arrived in Kansas City with two hundred dollars in 
her purse It was money she saved over the years from 
birthdays and baby-sitting jobs. Her plans were to get a 
hotel room and look for an apartment the next day. She 
intended to sell her pussy to make enough to sustain her.
She walked around the streets for a while until she got 
tired then she went into a bar. It was early afternoon so 
the bar was almost empty. She sat on a bar stool and 
ordered a coke. When she looked in the mirror behind the 
bar she saw a young black man watching her. He was 
wearing lots of gold including some hoop earrings. He 
got up and came over to her. She looked around and 
smiled at him.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked, indicating the stool next to 
her.

"No help your self," she said and smiled again.

"Looks like you're new in town," he said, looking down 
at her suitcase.
 
"Yeah. I just got in about an hour ago."

They talked for about a half hour. He quizzed her about 
where she was from and what her plans were. She told 
him everything.

"So you're planning on being a whore. Huh?" he said 
grinning.

"That's my plan," she said, sipping on her second coke.

"How much were you planning on charging?"

"I was thinking maybe twenty-five or thirty bucks," she 
said.

"Look there's no way a whore can make it in this town 
without a pimp. You'll wind up poaching on somebody 
else's territory and get your ass whipped," he said.

"How do I go about finding a pimp?" she asked.

"You've already found one, if you're interested."

She looked him up and down. He was quite handsome. 
She certainly wouldn't mind fucking him. She fucked a 
black man that came to their small town with a carnival 
once. He had a big cock and knew how to use it.

"I might be. What would be the deal?" she asked.

"I get a third of what you make. For that I find johns for 
you and I protect you from the other pimps and the johns. 
I'll look out for you."

"I guess you'd want to fuck me too. Huh?" she said 
grinning.

"Yeah, that would be part of the deal."

"I guess we could give it a try for a while to see how 
things go," she said.

"Do you have a place to stay for tonight?"

"No I don't. I was going to rent a hotel room until I could 
find an apartment."

"Why don't you come up to my place? You're welcome 
to stay there until you find something. Besides I should 
test the merchandise," he said grinning.

"I'm ready to go anytime you are," she said, feeling her 
panties stick to her wet pussy.

He stood up and picked up her suitcase.

His name was Jerome Johnson. He had three other girls 
working for him and he said they were all happy. She 
would have her first trick tomorrow night, if she checked 
out okay.

When they entered his apartment she was pleasantly 
surprised. It was beautiful and even though it was only 
three rooms they were large and airy. She sat on the 
couch and he carried her bag into the only bedroom. 
When he came back he unzipped his pants and pulled out 
the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was at least ten 
inches long and thicker than her daddy's.
 
"Show me how good you are at sucking cock," he said, 
pushing it at her.

She reached for his belt buckle.

"Let's get these pants down so they don't get in the 
way," she giggled.

He helped her get his pants off. Her daddy had insisted 
that she swallow his whole cock from almost the 
beginning. She had a little problem to start with but now 
she was an expert. She swallowed Jerome's whole cock 
and rubbed her chin in the wrinkled skin of his nut sack.

"Shit! Goddamn! This mother-fucker knows how to suck 
a cock," he groaned.

She sucked, licked and fucked her throat with his long 
hard black cock. He groaned loudly that he was cumming 
and she gobbled his thick sperm down in large gulps. She 
licked and sucked his cock until there wasn't a trace of 
cum left, and then she let it slip from her mouth. He fell 
on the couch next to her, panting.

"Ummm I just love eating cum. It's my favorite meal. I 
bet I could drink a quart of the stuff. That's the first I've 
had all day except when I sucked my daddy and my 
brothers off before I left this morning," she said, happily.

"Won't none of my other whores swallow the stuff, they 
let you cum on their face but they try to keep it out of 
their mouth. If they get any in there they spit it out, you 
are a nasty bitch." He said grinning.

"Are you going to fuck me now? Sucking your cock 
made me pretty horny. If you're not, I'm going to jerk 
off," she said and started rubbing her clit.

He watched her bring herself to orgasm. Watching her 
made his dick get hard again. When she came he stopped 
her because it looked like she was going to keep going.

"Let's go in the bedroom. I'm going to fuck the shit out 
of your cunt," he said getting to his feet.

"Will you fuck my ass too? I love having my ass 
fucked."

He fucked her cunt and her ass. Afterward they lay side 
by side, both of them thinking.
 
"You've got the best pussy I've had in a long time," he 
said.

"I've had lots of practice," she giggled, feeling proud.

"I think we'll start you out at seventy-five and when the 
word gets out we'll raise it to a hundred," he said, 
thoughtfully.

"How many guys will I get to fuck in a night?"

"I try to get at least six for each girl and there's a chance 
you'll pick up some others on your own."

She did the math in her head.

"Wow, I'll get three hundred a night?"

"That's right and before long it'll be more than that. 
Sooner or later they're gonna want all nighter's, we'll 
charge six hundred for that."

"Boy! Am I glad I ran into you? I was just going to 
charge twenty-five."

"That's why you need a pimp," he said.

"Wanna fuck some more?" she asked, grinning.

"I think I'll take another one of those super blow jobs," 
he said.

The next night she fucked seven men and made three 
hundred and fifty bucks. She had her own bar. Actually 
she shared it with Angie who was another one of 
Jerome's girls. No other whore's were aloud to work 
their bar.
 
On her third night, Angie and her were sitting together at 
a table when a couple came in. They took the table next 
to theirs and the man immediately started arguing. The 
lady didn't say anything. She sat there looking like she 
was going to burst into tears any moment.

"You bitch! When I get you home I'm going to beat the 
fuck out of you. Not even your fucked up bitch of a 
mother will recognize you when I get through with you," 
he growled.

Lorna knew the man was already drunk. But he ordered 
whiskey for himself and wine for his wife. He shot a 
glaring stare at Lorna and Angie.

"What the fuck are you whores looking at?" he said.

"Why are you talking to her like that?" Lorna asked.

"That's none of your fucking business. This bitch didn't 
want me to drive over here. She wanted to drive herself, 
said I was too fucking drunk. When I get her home she'll 
see how the fuck drunk I am,"

"Big man," Angie said.

"I'll teach the cunt to talk back to me. This time I'm just 
going to kick her ass. The next time I'll kill her," he said, 
with a wild glint in his eye.

They looked away and tried to ignore him. He kept 
ranting at his wife. He suddenly got to his feet and 
staggered to the back of the bar to the men's room. 
Angie's date arrived and she left. The lady looked over at 
Lorna.

"You know he really is going to kill me one day," she 
said holding back the tears.

"Why don't you kill him first?" Lorna asked, coldly.

"I wish I had the guts. I'd pay a thousand dollars if 
someone would kill him."

"I'll kill the bastard for a thousand," Lorna said.
The lady looked at her with a steady gaze.

"You're just kidding. Right?"

"Not at all, just give me your name and address and I'll 
shoot the fucker for you."

The lady opened her purse and scribbled on a slip of 
paper and handed it to her.

How will you collect the money?" the lady asked.
Lorna looked at the paper. It also had a phone number on 
it.

"Is this your phone number?" she asked.

"Yes it is. Please hurry up and do it. I'll get him drunk 
enough tonight that he'll pass out, but I don't know what 
he'll do tomorrow."

Lorna asked her some questions. She found out that he 
worked everyday and that she would be home alone 
tomorrow. The man came back and sat at the table. 
Lorna's trick came and she left them sitting there with 
him still berating his wife.
 
The next morning she called the number. When the lady 
answered she verified that it was the lady from the night 
before.

"You need to get out of the house and go somewhere so 
you'll have an alibi. I'll get him tonight if you still want 
him killed," Lorna said.

"Yes I want him killed. I'll go to my mother's for a visit. 
I'll leave before he gets home."

"That sounds good. Leave a thousand in an envelope in 
your mailbox. If it's there he'll be dead."

"It'll be there," the lady said.
 
Lorna arrived at their address just after dark. She opened 
the mailbox and took out the envelope. In the dim light 
she could make out the ten one hundred dollar bills. She 
put it in her purse and knocked on the door. When he 
answered he was already half drunk.

"What the fuck do you want?" he growled.

"Oh I have something for you," she said, reaching into 
her purse.

The man looked down at her hand and she shot him in 
the forehead. He fell back into the living room and slid 
across the floor on his back. She could see his cock and 
balls bulging his pants so she shot the bulge. She reached 
out with her gloved hand and pulled the door closed. Still 
holding on to the doorknob, she went to her knees as her 
orgasm ripped through her pussy.

That was five years ago. Shortly after that she quit being 
a whore and went to killing full time. Jerome had put her 
in touch with Mike. Mike helped her a lot by sending 
referrals to her and getting her guns and silencers. The 
last three kills made a total of thirty-five, including the 
drunk and Hemp.

She had over a million dollars in her bank account and 
she lived in a beautiful apartment. She drove an 
expensive two-seat Porsche convertible. Even with all of 
this she wasn't about to quit. She loved killing as much 
as she loved fucking.
 
She dialed the number that was left at her answering 
service.

"Nelson" A voice said.

"Mr. Nelson this is Joann Turner."

"Oh, I guess you got my message."

"Yes and I talked to Mike. He told me something about 
what you wanted.

"Are you willing to do it?" he asked.

"Yes I am but I'm not sure about the amount yet. I'll 
need to look into the situation to see how dangerous it is 
then we'll talk money," she said.

"That sounds fair enough. What do you need to know?"
"Names and addresses," she said.

Nelson told her what she needed to know while she 
scribbled it in her notebook.

"I guess I should tell you it may be more dangerous than 
it appears," he said.

"Besides screwing my wife he took some money from 
our company."

"Why don't you call the police?" she asked.

"It's not exactly legal money. We amassed it by taking 
gifts under the table from some people that are not 
exactly what you would call upstanding citizens, I just 
found out that he's taken it all and there's nothing I can 
do about it. If you can help me get it back I'll give you 
ten percent of everything I get back."

"How much is it?" she asked.

"It's a little over three mil," he said.

"I can't promise you that I'll find it but I'll do everything 
I can to help you," she said grinning from ear to ear.
 
"I would really appreciate it," he said.

"How about your wife. Do you want her hit too?" she 
asked.

I hadn't thought about it but if she gets in the way of you 
getting the money back, do it," he said.

Lorna spent the next several days watching the Nelson 
home. Jill Nelson had a routine. She went jogging at 
eight then she went to the club and had coffee with some 
friends. Sometimes she went to a male strip joint and 
stayed a few hours. Almost every afternoon at four she 
went to a motel and met Greg Tymes her lover and her 
husbands partner. It appeared that on some days she did 
nothing from about eleven until three thirty when she left 
to meet her lover.

Lorna was waiting for her when she got home from the 
club. Her car was parked in front of their house and she 
had the hood up. She was walking around the car 
cursing. When Jill pulled into her driveway, she went 
over to her.

"What's the problem?" Jill asked.

"This goddamn car quit. I was supposed to meet my 
boyfriend an hour ago. He's probably given up on me by 
now," Lorna said.

"You can come in and use my phone."

"I would really appreciate that," Lorna said.

They went into the house and Jill showed her where the 
phone was.

"I don't know who to call. That asshole husband of mine 
will just bitch at me and ask what I'm doing over in this 
part of town. I guess it would be best to call triple A," 
Lorna said.

"You've got a husband and a boy friend?"

"Sure what are you supposed to do when you want to be 
fucked?"

"I guess your right. I certainly know what you're talking 
about," Jill grinned.

Lorna made her call with the portable phone off. When 
she was finished they went into the living room.

"Damn I'm horny. I was so looking forward to getting 
laid," Lorna said.

"I know what you mean. I'll be getting mine later this 
afternoon," Jill grinned.

"Do you fuck around on your husband too?"

"Every chance I get. Right now I have a steady. We're 
about to run off," Jill said proudly.

"I guess you're as big a slut as I am," Lorna said 
grinning.

"It sure seems like we think alike," Jill laughed.

"Have you ever been to that male strip joint down the 
road?" Lorna asked.

"Sure several times," Jill said.

"Any chance of a girl getting laid there?"

"Fifty bucks will get you any cock you like," Jill grinned.

"Shit! Let's go there, I'll buy," Lorna said.

"What about your car?"

"Triple A will take care of that it should be fixed when 
we get back."

They loaded into Jill's car giggling.

When they got to the strip joint they sat in the back. The 
place was already filled with screaming women. A waiter 
came over to their table.

"What can I get you ladies," he asked.

"Cock and plenty of it," Lorna said.

The waiter grinned.

"Any particular dancer or size?" he asked.

"Yeah, at least ten inches. Is ten inches good enough for 
you Jill?"

"Ten inches would be wonderful," Jill said grinning.
"We'll have two ten inch cocks. We don't care what the 
race, color or creed is as long as they're hard." Lorna 
said.

"Put a hundred dollars on my tray and follow me," the 
waiter said.

Lorna dropped a hundred dollar bill on his tray and stood 
up. They followed the waiter into the back and down a 
hall.

"Do you want separate rooms? Or do you want to do it 
together?" he asked.

"Let's do it together," Jill giggled.

He opened a door and they went into a small room that 
only had one piece of furniture. It was a small bed in the 
middle of the room.

"You ladies get undressed, your cocks will be served in a 
minute," the waiter said, grinning as he closed the door.
Lorna started stripping but Jill hesitated for a minute. 
When she saw Lorna in her bra and panties she pulled 
her dress over her head. Lorna was naked and Jill still 
had her panties on when a knock came at the door. The 
men were both wearing bikini briefs with huge bulges. 
They introduced themselves. Tom was a short white man 
and Simon was a tall black. They both were very 
muscular. The men stripped off their briefs and the 
women stared. They both had huge cocks that were 
rapidly getting bigger. Jill stripped her panties off.

"I want that one," she said, pointing at Tom's cock. 
It was much thicker than Simon's. She lay down on the 
end of the bed and spread her legs.

"Come on Tom fuck me," she said.

Tom went to one knee between her legs and started 
working his big cock into her. Jill groaned as he sank in 
to his big balls. He started fucking her with long slow 
strokes. Lorna crawled on the bed on her hands and 
knees and looked at Simon smiling.

"Come on big boy give me that slab of dark meat," she 
said.

Simon stepped behind her and fed his long cock to her 
wet pussy.

"That's it fucker give me the whole thing," Lorna 
moaned.

Lorna's tits were right above Jill's mouth. Jill lifted her 
head and sucked a nipple as she kneaded Lorna's 
mounds. Lorna lowered her head and returned the favor. 
Supporting herself with one hand as she squeezed Jill's 
tit with the other. Both women had an orgasm that was 
announced by screams and groans but the men kept 
fucking them. Jill and Lorna both were on the verge of 
another orgasm when the men started pounding them 
hard and fast. Just as their pussies started to spasm the 
men groaned and emptied their balls. Lorna felt Simon's 
long cock bucking in her cunt as it contracted around it. 
After a long moment, the men pulled their soft cocks 
from their pussies and pulled on their briefs. Lorna 
crawled forward and lay down on top of Jill and licked 
her dripping cunt. Jill moaned and did the same thing to 
her. They kept licking and tongue fucking each other 
until they both had another wonderful orgasm.
Lorna rolled off of Jill and turned around. Their lips met 
in a tongue-swapping kiss.

"You're my kind of girl," Lorna panted.

"I was just thinking the same thing," Jill said and pulled 
her mouth for another kiss.

They got dressed and went back to the big room where 
the men were dancing. They sat closer to the stage this 
time and enjoyed the show. They saw Tom and Simon's 
act as well as about six others.

"God I'm getting horny," Jill said.

"Want to go for a couple more cocks?" Lorna asked.

"Let's get the same two and switch," Jill giggled.

Lorna thought that was a good idea.
As Jill drove them to her house Lorna looked at her. She 
was a beautiful girl about her age and Lorna liked her a 
lot.

"Tell me about yourself," she said.

Jill hesitated for a moment.

"Well. I'm married to Jason Nelson He's old enough to 
be my father.  In fact he's older than my father. I'm his 
third wife. I've never loved the bastard. I just married 
him because he had money. He married me because he 
likes young pussy," Jill said.

"Tell me about your boy friend."

"He's my husband partner. He's the same age as Jason."
 
"Why are you running off with another old man?"

"He stole a lot of money from their business. I'm hoping 
to get rid of him and keep the money for myself. I would 
just take off without him but I'm sure he'd find me and 
either beat the shit out of me or kill me,"

"You mean you have the money?"

"Yeah I've got it," Jill grinned.

Lorna was silently thinking until they arrived at Jill's 
house. When she parked in the driveway. Lorna turned to 
her.

"Can I come in for a while?"

"Sure I've already missed my date, but I got a lot better 
than his scrawny little cock," Jill said.

"I was thinking of getting some more of your sweet 
pussy," Lorna said grinning.

"I was hoping for that, let's hurry," Jill said grinning 
back.

An hour later they were lying nude in each other's arms.

"You know Jill I like you a lot, It might even be more 
than 'like' I'm not sure. I feel something for you that I've 
never felt for anyone else," Lorna said, softly.

"You do? God I'm so glad because I feel the same way," 
Jill said, happily.

Lorna was silent for a long time, trying to figure out what 
to do. She decided to tell her the truth.

"Jill I'm a hit person," she said.

"A what?"

"You know, I kill people for a living. Your husband 
hired me to kill your boyfriend and you too if you get in 
the way of him getting his money back," Lorna 
explained.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Of course not. I would have before I knew you but now 
that I think I'm in love with you. I wouldn't hurt you for 
the world."

"I don't want to run off with that old bastard. If you 
killed him then I would have all of the money for 
myself."

"That's true but you would still have your husband to 
worry about,"

"Would you kill him too," Jill asked excited.

"I will if you'll split the money with me. I'm thinking we 
could run off together."

Jill thought about that for a moment. Then she smiled.

"I'll do it. When are you going to kill them?"

"Tomorrow. First we have some things to do," Lorna 
said grinning.

"This is making me horny. Let's make love again," Jill 
said.

Lorna returned to Jill's house the next morning. Jill 
proudly showed her the money. She had it in two large 
metal suitcases, half of it in each one. Lorna made Jill 
write a letter to Jason. Saying she was leaving him and 
running off with another woman. She told him she was 
sure he would find someone else and she wished him all 
the luck in the world. They put the letter on the table by 
the front door. Then they packed Jill's things and put 
them and the money in the trunk of Lorna's car. Lorna 
already had her stuff in there. They went to the male strip 
joint and fucked Tom and Simon.

Yesterday Lorna made Jill call Greg and apologize for 
missing their date. She set up another meeting for today. 
When the appointed time came they drove into the Motel 
parking lot. Jill pointed out the room to her and she 
parked and walked straight to it. Jill had shown her a 
picture of both men so she could recognize them. 
When Greg opened the door he frowned.
 
"Who are you?" he asked.
 
"I have a message from Jill. Can I come in?" Lorna 
asked.

"He opened the door and let her in. She walked past the 
bathroom and the bed and stood in front of the chair by 
the window. Greg followed her and sat on the bed.

"What's the message?" he asked.

She opened her purse and pulled out her gun.

"She said, Fuck you," and shot him in the right eye. 
He fell back on the bed and his arms and legs jerked a 
little. He reminded her of a chicken. She fell into the 
chair and held her throbbing cunt.

Lorna walked back to her car and got in.

"One down and one to go," she said.

Jill giggled and leaned over to be kissed.

Lorna stopped at a pay phone and called Jason.

"Hello, Nelson," he said.
  
"The job's done," she said.

"Did you get the money?" he asked.

"Not yet, but I know who has it," Lorna said.
"Who?"

"Your wife."

"Get it. If you have to kill her do it. On second thought 
when you get the money go ahead and kill her. The little 
bitch is always cheating on me," he said.

"Any particular place you want her shot?"

"Yeah stick the gun barrel up her cheating cunt and blast 
her."

"I want my money for this job first," Lorna said.

"Okay come by my office at five thirty and I'll pay you."

Lorna hung up. Jill had heard every word. She had her 
ear pressed to the back of the phone.

"That bastard. I want to see you shoot him," Jill said.

"If he sees you with me I probably won't get the money."

"That's no problem. You go in the front and I'll go in the 
back way and hide. When I see him pay you I'll come 
in."

When they got to the real estate office they parked in the 
ally next to the building. Jill went to the back and Lorna 
went to the front door. It was open so she walked in. She 
could see Nelson sitting at his desk through his open 
office door. When he saw her he motioned for her to 
come in. As she went toward the door Jill came down a 
hall to her right and stood next to the door jamb. Lorna 
walked past her into the office. Nelson stood up and 
threw an Envelope on the desk. Lorna opened it and 
looked inside.

"Looks like it's all here," she said.

"You cock sucker," Jill said as she entered the room.

"What the fuck are you doing here? He asked, with a 
surprised look on his face.

"Bye mother fucker," Jill giggled.
 
Lorna shot him in the right eye. She wanted to see if he 
jerked like a chicken. He fell back in his chair with his 
arms and legs jerking.

Lorna fell into a chair.

"Fuck! I'm cumming," she said.

Jill fell into another chair.

"Fuck! Me too," she said.

Two and a half hours later they pulled up in front of 
Lorna's parents house. It was late but her mother made 
them something to eat. When her daddy and brothers first 
saw her, their faces lit up but when they saw Jill their 
smiles turned to frowns.

"Where's baby sister?" Lorna asked.

"When she turned seventeen she left just like you did," 
her mom explained.

After Lorna and Jill ate they all went into the living 
room. The men sat around with long faces while the 
women talked. Suddenly Lorna blurted out.

Hey Jill Want to know why the men have those long sad 
looking faces?" she asked grinning.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because every time I come home the first thing they do 
is jump my bones. They think since you're here they 
can't."

"I think they should jump your bones and mine too," Jill 
said stripping off her blouse.

"Mine too," mom said.

They fucked and sucked until the wee hours of he 
morning.

A week later Lorna and Jill walked into a Swiss bank and 
deposited their money in a joint account. Lorna had her 
bank wire her funds to the same account.

Two days later they were sitting in a sidewalk café in 
Paris sipping a glass of wine, Lorna saw a black guy with 
lots of gold chains and hoop earrings coming down the 
street. When he came near them she motioned him over.

"We're a couple of whores from the US and we're 
looking for a pimp. Can you help us?" she asked smiling.

He spoke fluent English and said he was a pimp. In one 
day he had them set up as registered legal whores. Jill 
loved being a whore as much as Lorna did.
 
She called Mike and he was soon making European 
referrals to her. One shot in the right eye became her 
trademark. Because she loved to see them jerk like a 
chicken. She always took Jill with her on her kills 
because Jill came just as hard as she did.

The End.

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