~ Better than a gold watch ~ {Sprayman }

[kimbra_ailis]

“ ... I hope I get a good tip....”
Titling her head up, the smile on her face did not match the butterflies she felt in her stomach. The look of shock on Matts face is very rewarding and worth the two hundred I spent to get the uniform and cooperation. Moving the bag of food aside, she let him see the gun in her hand. Safety was off and for all appearances she was ready to use it. Dominque could not help think about the last time she had seen him.... It was not an entirely bad memory... swearing inwardly she tried to keep her thoughts in the now not the then. Otherwise her anger might surface and she was going to do something stupid.
“ I want my things back... NOW... step back slowly.... reach for the knife and I am not going to hesitate....”
Dominique put the pizza down just inside the door, wanting both hands free. All of the bruises had healed and disappeared but she vividly remembered how she had gotten them in the first place. She followed carefully where he lead her. Telling her the closet was were her things where. She cirlced somewhat wide to keep a very close eye on him. Waiting impatinely she waited for him to get her items
The ability to think went right out the window. The next thing she was aware of was her legs felt like rubber. Finding herself falling to her knees, she reached out with one hand on the ground to steady herself. The way she fell, her knees were separated, forcing the back skirt to ride up revealing skin at the top of the thigh highs. Her body shuddered as she struggled to breath. Her breath quickened as her free hand clawed at the carpet. The noise that escaped her lips was somewhere between agony and relief.
After the first wave passed, she panting trying to catch her breath. Normally she would have turned the toy off by now but the remote was not in her hands. And at the moment she was not sure she cold take it away from him. She knew the toy well enough to know she had maybe a minute before her body reacted again. It probably would have been smart for her to take the toy out but her mind was not thinking in those terms.
“.... fuuuck...” Her voice came out in a low hiss.

[Sprayman]

I can’t figure out what happened to her. One minute she is acting like a true professional and has me cold. The next minute she’s on hands and knees on the floor and her entire body is shuddering like she’s an epileptic! I don’t need any karate to disarm her, I just reach down and take the gun out of her hand. I hear her grunt like I hit her but I wasn’t even touching her when she did it. It doesn’t make any sense at all!

I hear her gasp and then claw at the carpet. Then she groans out the ‘F’ word! If I didn’t know better, I’d say she just had the mother of all orgasms!

As I take her gun and stand to move away, my leg hits the door jamb again and I feel the little remote dig in as it presses against the jam. Dominique shudders again and I hear, “Oh Christ, that’s better!” It doesn’t take but a second for me to realize that there is a connection between the remote and Dominique’s reactions. I don’t know how or why, but I know it’s so!

I also note that her skirt has ridden up high enough to see her black thong underwear. The view is great! Taking her hair again, I drag her to her feet as I put the gun in my pocket. Then I slap her face a couple of times to get her attention. Putting one of her arms in a hammer lock I take her into the living room and throw her on the couch.

“Well lady, it looks like we are back to square one. Right where this all started!”

Then I take out my Glock from the inside the waistband holster and point it at her.

“Let go through the routine again. Extend your arms out to the sides, palms up, and away from the back of the couch. You know the drill, so do it! And while you’re at it, tell me what the fuck the remote controls!” And with my free hand, I pull the remote out of my pocket!

[kimbra_ailis]

Dominique could not muster enough shame to be embarrassed. She really did not care at the moment. It took her a few minutes to come back around to her senses. Normally she did not use the high setting, preferring to let things build. It had really been the last thing she had expected to happen. Her body shuddered one last time. She refused to look up at him. Dominique didn't realize until afterward her posture had been perfect for his view. Her voice was still a little strained but it was just as likely from pain than pleasure. Looking behind her she wondered what the chance of her getting down the stairs before he caught her. Probably not very good. She was fairly sure her legs would not yet support her weight yet.
Being pulled to her feet. The slap helped bring her back to reality some. Landing on the couch she is about to come to her feet fighting when she realizes the gun is pointed at her. Growling she is trying to decide if she cares or not.
" A toy..... None of your business...." Slowly she started to move her hand to her panties, obviously planning on removing it before she got herself in any more trouble with it. "I know the drill.... and  I know what happens afteward... Its nto happenign this time...."

[Sprayman]

I see her start to reach for her crotch, seemingly ignoring the gun completely, which really doesn’t make any sense! Well, if the gun doesn’t worry her, let’s see what the remote does. With that, I press the left hand button, which I’m guessing is the power or the ‘on’ switch.

Her whole body convulses! I see her try to grab her crotch but she seems to have lost all control and her arm shakes like she is connected to a live wire. Is this some sort of shock device, like the training collar they use on dogs? If so, it must be stronger than the ones I’ve seen. I push the same button again but her convulsions continue.

So then I push the right hand button, and watch her slump back against the back cushion with a loud moan. She’s gasping for breath again. OK, making progress. Left button ‘On’ and right button ‘Off’. The middle control is a sliding switch and right now is all the way up toward the top of the control. There is a little number ‘4’ there. Pulling it down to the bottom lines it up with ‘1’. Has to be some sort of power setting, and in the interests of science, I pull it down to ‘1’ and push the left button.

She hunches over like she has cramps and I hear a soft groan. No convulsions this time though. Think I’ve got this figured out now. Press the right button and she slowly sits back up. This could be a lot of fun. I just wish I knew for sure what it was doing to her. She called it a toy!

“Dominique, I want a little more information about this toy. Exactly what kind of toy is it and what is it doing to you? And by the way, you had better pay a little more attention the gun. This is my Glock 40, and it’s loaded with 15 rounds of hollow points. Keep on doing what you feel like doing and I’m going to ruin my couch when I punch holes through you!”

[kimbra_ailis]

Dominique is visibly shaken, relaxing agaisnt the couch she tries to catch her breath. She was just about at her limit for the moment. Eyes closed she knew she should trying to get the toy out but for the moment she could not find enough will power to do so. She had lost count, it was somewhere around four orgasms in less than five minutes.
".... Your screwed this time.... you already took my gun and I have no holster on me.... any prints can be expalined by the fact that you were showing them to me... the delievery guys thinks I picked up pizza to surprise my boy friend.... your desk sergent thinks he gave me your number because you helped me out a few weeks ago.... There is nothing saying I was planning on killing you, other than your word.... Police get her and find a poor girl that you killed  out of cold blood..." Dominique laughed softly as she finally started to open her eyes. She felt fore relaxed since she came to town. "And dont you think if the Don is willing to pay to see you dead he would gladly reach out his long arm to some body in the police department to make sure you were guilty long before you hit trial?"
Staring a second attemp to take her toy out. She had never expected him to find or use the remote or she would have been more careful to take it out this morning. "You might be careful where you aim that thing for the time being..... "

[Sprayman]

“Well sweetheart, everything you say might be true. Fact is, if Don Antonio put a contract on me, all of the rest of this shit doesn’t matter much. I can just go ahead and shoot you because I’m already dead. You aren’t though, unless I start shooting and if you keep moving around without permission, that’s what I’ll have to do! NOW FUCKING SIT STILL!”

“I do have a few other options here that you might not have thought about. For starters, this is my pistol and I’m damn good with it. How would you like it if I shoot but try not to kill you? How about a couple of these hollow points into your knees for example? Chances are, you’ll live, but walking will be a real bitch from now on! You want to be a cripple for the rest of your life?”

“Or maybe I’ll put the gun away, beat you senseless, bust up that cute face real good, and then fuck you to death! Lots of options still on the table here. Or maybe… I’ll just do this…!”

I’ve already pushed the sliding switch back up to the top again as I talked. Now I push the left button… the ‘on’ button again, and watch as her eyes go wide again and her body starts to shake!

“I wonder, how long do you think the batteries will last…?”

[kimbra_ailis]

Feeling it start agian she started to close her legs. But that only made it worse. Closing her eyes. Refusing to look at him. For a moment her mouth moved wordlessly. Finally her body relaxed back agianst  the couch. When she didnt feel it turn off she started to panic. "...ststop.. stop...ststop... pleaase... fucking... stop......"
 Another soft whimper escaped her lips as an after shock moved through her body. Once she momentarily felt it turn off, she stretched slighlty, making herself more comfortable. Her legs fell apart. So use to wearing pants she barely thought twice about it. With eyes closed she considered his words. She did not know how long the batteries would last and she really did not want to find out long it would take before this became painful either .
".. I really did not come to kill you.... I just want my things back..... I have other jobs too and your making my work kinda hard.... "

[Sprayman]

Dominique’s reaction is startling in its intensity. After only a couple of seconds she slumps back, her eyes close and her breaths come in gasps! After a couple more seconds she starts begging for it stop. She sounds like she’s trapped somewhere between extreme pleasure and extreme pain!

Then it comes to me. Donna, my last real girlfriend showed me what she called a bullet… a little metal tube slightly bigger than a lipstick that she stuck in her pussy and turned on and off with a little switch connected to the bullet with about a foot of wire. She mentioned that there were wireless models too. That’s what this must be! But it must be a lot stronger than Donna’s because when hers was on she just got a dreamy look in her eyes.

I click it off and watch as she slowly relaxes. Her knees spread open and I get another glimpse of her thong but from the front this time. Can’t help it… assassin or not… this woman is a looker! And I like looking! Then she starts talking about how she didn’t come to kill me… how she has other jobs and needs her stuff back. Does she really think I’m just going to give her guns and knives back so she can use them on me tomorrow? But I get a cute little idea! A sexy cute idea!

“Dominique, you want your stuff back… I want something too. You keep flashing your thong but only for a second or two. I want a real look! Stand up, pull up that skirt and let me see what it really looks like under there. While it’s up, you can tell me exactly what it is you want back, and I’ll tell you right now, you aren’t going to get it all. But if you give me a nice show and make it sexy, I’ll consider giving some of it back. I’ll even turn your vibrator on low to put you in the mood.”

“So… what do you say, do you want the stuff enough to give me a peepshow?”

[kimbra_ailis]

The first thing that comes to mind is telling him to go to hell. After all she was not a stripper. Cracking her eyes open to look at him she does not instantly react.
"..... fucking men....." Growling softly under her breath. Dominique was about to point out he just saw her stripped naked maybe three weeks ago while he was fucking her. A slight shudder ran through her body at the memory.  Did he forget already? That was the only reason she held her tongue. A peep show was a hell of a lot better request than she would have expected. She would have thought he would ask for a blow job, in which she would have told him to fuck himself. Considering his request for a minute longer she finally nodded slowly.
".... You get a peep show... no touching.... I get my guns back...."  Dominique was suddenly thankful she had not worn heels. Although she had been tempted this morning, the chances she needed to run were good, as were the chance that he might find them out of place on a deleivery drizer and refuse to open the door. Slowly starting to sit up she had to pause for a moment till her body stopped shaking.  A second thought crossed her mind. ".... Just leave it off.... I have had more than enough fun for one day..."

[Sprayman]

“I give you my word, I won’t touch you. But I want a good show… sexy… and no hurrying either. I’m not even going to discuss what I’ll give back until you show some skin! I didn’t say I’d give anything back anyway. I said I’d discuss it when you have that skirt up. Once it’s up… I’ll talk about what you might get. We’ll negotiate after you start the show! I give you my word… give me a good show, and you’ll get something back. I also give you my word that I won’t take advantage of you tonight as long as you play nice! I won’t even turn the vibrator on if you don’t want it.”

"You are a damn fine looking woman Dominique, and the last time you were here, we were too busy fighting for me to enjoy the view! Make me enjoy it now and you won’t go home empty handed. I’m not going to give you any more promise than that. If you make me enjoy the next twenty minutes or so, you’ll get at least some of your stuff.”

“Do we have a deal…?”

[kimbra_ailis]

Growling again, Dominique was not very happy about the deal. She wanted a guarentee that she would be getting her weapons back. Figuring it was the best she was going to get, she nodded her head in slow agreement. Standing, she slide her hands beneath her skirt, started to wiggle her hips slightly as she stripped out of the thong. She started with that, not sure if she could push the skirt down. Too much of a reminder of what she had went through the first time at his hands. Even thinking about it brought a slight quickening of her breath. She seriously tried to push those thoughts aside. Refusing to leave any more items in his possession she bent over to pick it up. Giving him a nice peak show of her ass while she slide one of the strings of the thong into the tops of her thigh highs.
Next was the shirt, that she took her time teasing as she lifted it up over her flat stomach. Dominique teased a few times almost getting it over her breast and then pulling it back down. Finally she pulled it slowly over her head, reavealing the deep red bra beneath. It did not perfectly match the uniform but she had meant it to match a different shirt. And had not meant for anyone to see to notice. This did not feel much difference from when he had forced her to strip at gun point. She dropped it on the edge of the couch. There was no where on her person to put it so it would have to go down for the moment. Dominique wiggled her hips sevearl times as she let the skirt start to fall. She stopped it just short from reavealing the well trimmed hair below.
As much as she wanted all of her items back, she could not make herself strip any farther. Didnt want to find out if she maybe the feeling in her stomach was not as in disgust as much as she wanted it to be. She was surprised how much this brought back memories of several weeks ago. Picking up her shirt, she put one hand on her hips.

[Sprayman]

“Not bad for starters. Let’s start the negations with what I won’t give you. Then we can decide what I will give you. I will not give you any ammo! No bullets at all. You will just have buy more because you won’t get any here. The only way I’ll give you a knife is if it’s wrapped up or in something that will prevent you taking it out and using it on me.”

“Now, if you want one of your knives back, and by the way, I decide which one to give you, carry on with the show. Just to show you I’m not all bad, you can keep the skirt on. But if you want a knife, either lose the bra or get the skirt up so I can see at least the top of your stockings.”

“By the way, you have a great ass!”

[kimbra_ailis]

".... Just a reminder....  I am not a fucking stripper... want a better show.... go a bar...." Rolling her eyes slightly. "... I already said I am not here to kill you.... I just want my shit back... Today you really dont matter unless you earn it...."
Staring at him, there was a light heat coming to her cheeks. If she was not more concerend about what he would do if he got a handful of her hair, she would have pulled the band out and let it fall in her face. Adjusting the skirt so that it actaully exposed an inch more of her sex. If she stood still he might not see much. Any movement would cause a small peek show.
Bringing up her hands to her breasts she reminds herself this is only going to be a few more minutes. Clasping her breast together, she undoes the front fasteners. Slowly she lets go of her bra, letting her breast spill out. Then lets the bra drop to the couch along with her shirt. All that movement had sent her skirt brushing and swaying.

[Sprayman]

"Much better! Now you're making it interesting. I even got a little flash of hair there! Speaking of hair, I really like your hair too! Why don't you let it down and swish it around a little. I love long hair and that would add a lot to the show!"

"Then give me a good long peek at that lovely ass of yours and I'll give you one of your knives!"

"After that, we can start considering if I'm stupid enough to actually give you one of your guns. I'm enjoying the show so far, but you will have to do better than that if you really want a gun back!"

[kimbra_ailis]

Dominique turned around with her face away from him as she let her dark hair down. Letting some fall into her face. Obvisouly trying to hide some of the red blush. It only reached about mid back but it was long my most modern standards. Her slight sways of her hips gave him more than enough view of her ass.
"I want my knife back....." Dominique was secretly proud that she managed to keep the slight shake from her voice. Humilated by the fact ath she was doing this in the first place and by the fact that she might be able to someday enjoy this show. It took her a moment to gain composure of herself  enough to turn around and face him. The only thing that stopped her from thinking it was best to run while she was still entertaining him was the fact that she had done this much work to get her knives back "....  Just so you know if something happens to me... I am going to blame you...."