Alice's Point of View
Alice Adelman hated men. She hated them since her breasts came in at the age of twelve. She hated them since her father sold her to those monsters. How was it her fault that little Alice looked exactly like her blonde shiksa mother? How could he blame a little girl for that?
Why, Daddy, why? Why don't you love me?
She sipped her cocktail and steadied herself. Focus, girl, focus. Tonight wasn't the night.
The bar smelt of worn shoe-leather, desperation, and mansweat. It turned her stomach. Her target wasn't here, again. Drinking just enough to blend in without getting too drunk was an art form. She couldn't afford to be sloppy if Connor Oswald picked tonight to wander in to one of his old haunts.
Her thoughts drifted to her boyfriend, Alex. Alex wanted to watch Netflix tonight. There was a new show he was talking about endlessly, something from Korea. The sweet boy had restrained himself from diving in because he wanted to watch it together. God, she loved him.
Scanning the bar for Connor, Alice accidentally locked eyes with some asshole. He took it as an invitation to approach and chat her up.
Fuck...I don't need this shit right now...
"Whaddya drinking?" he slurred.
How long had the guy been here? It was early evening and the bar hadn't been open that long. Then the wheels in her head started turning, sizing up the man in front of her like a good assassin should.
There were only so many types in the beltway and Alice Adelman knew them all.
Let's see...Democrat? Republican? There were certain tells, things you picked up on after being in Washington for a while. Neither, she decided. This guy was political but not in politics, political in the "money and power" sense. Probably a lobbyist, had a boozy lunch trying to schmooze a congressman. Yeah, that was the most likely explanation.
Could she take him? With surprise? Yes. Alice had a blade on her and her piece in her purse, but letting any man into grabbing distance was a risk.
"Hey, did you hear me?" the man asked insolently.
"Vodka martini," she humored him. On further reflection, maybe it was better to look like she wasn't alone. Connor might get suspicious if a beautiful woman was sitting at the bar alone and dropped everything just to talk to little old him.
Lobbyist man bought her drink and lingered expectantly.
What do you want, asshole? I'm working here.
"Sooooo, come here often?" he asked lamely.
"I spend time in all sorts of bars and restaurants in the district," Alice said truthfully. A spider has to spend time in her web, after all.
"I mean, uh, this doesn't seem like your kind of place, if you know what I mean."
Her "kind of place" was home with Alex. She wondered if he was hungry. Bring home a pizza, maybe? Chinese? Alex was working on that new big project for Lockhole and was pretty stressed. Some comfort food would be good for him.
She scanned again. No fucking Connor. Intelligence fucked up again, one "dry hole" after another. Amateur hour, honestly.
"You looking for someone?"
This guy just couldn't take a hint. "Maybe," she answered, checking her phone for texts from Alex.
"Maybe he's not coming." He invaded her personal space and the booze on his breath made her gag.
Did he want to die? Her handler was on her ass about keeping "extracurricular activities" to an "appropriate minimum", whatever that meant. In practice, she could get away with snuffing the odd random and they'd look the other way as long as she could reliably bag her targets. Well, the target wasn't coming and if she wanted to get home in time for dinner she needed to leave soon.
"Listen, I need to get out of here," she said. Last chance, buddy. Life or death?
"But I bought you a drink!" he whined. "Come on, baby, talk to me!"
"Who said I was leaving alone?" Alice purred seductively. Your funeral. "Let's go back to my place."
All of lobbyist man's complaints were forgotten and he followed her out eagerly.
All too easy...men have no survival instincts at all as long as you've got a nice pair of tits. Disgusting.
"Her place" was a secure "kill room" within walking distance of her hunting ground. Alice allowed lobbyist man to paw at her and kept herself from retching with thoughts of taking Alex after a fresh kill, her favorite.
I'll be home soon, baby.
Hobbling along, she led the drunk guy to the apartment. Once they were inside he pounced on her and tried to shove his tongue down her throat. Alice saw red.
"Back off motherfucker!" She pushed him away violently.
He kissed me! Alex hates it when they kiss me! She felt a little ashamed and wiped her mouth off as best she could.
"No kissing!" Alice said firmly.
"What the fuck? Are you are a hooker or something?"
He sounded like he was sobering up a bit. Alice didn't like that, might make him uncooperative.
"No, you don't have to pay me," she said evenly. My handler does that. "Now get naked and get a condom on, I've got somewhere to be after this."
"Okay, okay," lobbyist man said, hastily unbuttoning his shirt.
She quickly texted Alex to order a pizza and slipped out of her red dress. The bra stayed on. This asshole didn't deserve to look at her tits.
"Do I really need to wear a condom?" the man begged. "Can't I just give you money for plan b?"
"Fuck no! Do you want to get laid or not? Cause if you do, it's my rules. Condoms are in the drawer, and then I'm putting you in the restraints."
He hesitated. Alice tensed up, ready to go for her piece if the man resisted. Thankfully, his dick won the battle with his brain, as it always did with scumbag men.
Her "kill bed" had restraints and waterproof sheets and all kinds of fun little surprises. Initially, she'd been planning to give him a quick death by driving the back of his skull into the spike that popped out of the headboard. Not anymore. He'd hurt Alex's feelings by kissing her so suffering was mandatory. Alice slipped out of her panties, mounted him, and made sure his wrists were secured, all while keeping a weapon within arm's reach just in case.
"This is some kinky shit," he muttered.
"I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you," she said honestly, and lowered herself down on his cock. The guilt stabbed her immediately.
Alex, her Alex, the only man who cared more about her heart than her body, very specifically requested that she not kiss targets. She'd failed him today. Alice gyrated her hips lazily, drawing a moan from the man beneath her.
She loved Alex so much. That's why I'll kill you last, babe.
Rocking faster, she started moaning a little, fake porn star moans intended to excite a man who had no idea what feminine pleasure looked or sounded like.
Alice ran her hands up and down the man's bare chest. "You like that, baby?"
"Fuck yes," he said tightly. "You're so fucking hot! This is my lucky day!"
"It's really not," Alice said quietly.
"What?"
"Nothing."
She grabbed his shoulders for balance and started properly bouncing. The guy grit his teeth and started bucking up into her.
It wouldn't be long now. She moaned even louder. The kill was so close she started to feel herself getting close.
No! No! No! She would not cum on a target's cock! Alice bit her lip and consciously willed disgusting images to cycle through her mind. Orgasms were for Alex, only Alex!
"Fuck babe, I'm going to-"
"Die!"
Lobbyist man's eyes widened in panic as she slipped the plastic bag over his head. He pulled at his restraints and tried to buck her off.
So weak, so pathetic at the end.
Alice made sure the plastic was tight on his face. He struggled violently for about thirty seconds before gradually weakening. Curiously, his cock didn't soften inside her. In fact, he came in the condom with an audible choking gurgle, his little lungs as desperate for air as his little dick was for her pussy.
From long experience, Alice knew she had to keep the bag on him well after he stopped moving. The human body was resilient, even the bodies of pathetic losers, and harder to kill than you might think. She waiting a good five minutes then got up to retrieve a stethoscope.
She placed the resonator against his skin and listened intently. "No heartbeat," she said triumphantly.
Alice texted for a cleanup crew. Her body was burning up, absolutely on fire with desire. She needed Alex, but first she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. There was no way she was kissing her boyfriend with a dead man's slobber polluting her mouth.