“יש לך משאלת מוות, חבר שלי?”
(translation: “You have a death wish, my friend?”)
The man slowly raises his hands, and in a deep Russian accent, says slowly.
“Вы не должны оставить дверь открытой, Ayalah …. вредно для вашего здоровья”.
(translation: “You shouldn’t leave the door open, Ayalah….bad for your health.”)
Cocking the gun, Ayalah quickly runs her free hand over the Russian’s chest, and then into his coat, all the while, keeping her gun on his temple. The blue eyed man watches her with something of a half smile, actually enjoying the drag of her nails across his shirt. Not finding a wire, or microphone, she did find a bulge in his pants, a considerable one, that was not a gun. Ayalah stared into the eyes of the Russian, and continued to stroke the “weapon” in his pants. The Russian groaned lightly, as he stared back into the eyes of the Israeli assassin. Content in the knowledge for now, that he was not an immediate threat, she slowly lowered the gun, as he pulled out an envelope and handed it to her.
.“Босс говорит, не более 50000. Но вы наблюдали. Он предлагает вам проверить ваш компьютер …”
(translation: “The boss says, no more than 50,000. But you are being watched. He suggests you check your…computer.”)
Inside the envelope is a slip of white paper, and a safety deposit box key. The piece of paper, is devoid of writing, but Ayalah just smiles and pockets it, as she directs the Russian towards the couch. He shrugs and gives her an easy smile, strutting over and unbuttoning his jacket, taking a seat. Crossing one leg over the other, he watches Ayalah with a bemused expression. Ayalah, goes to the counter of the kitchenette, and sets down her firearm, opening her laptop and typing in her password. After a minute, her screen comes to life, and then there is a flashing symbol that she had mail. Typing in another code, the message pops up, and Ayalah narrows her eyes to slits, as she reads it.
“Dear Mrs. Flintstone, I must say that I enjoyed watching your pictures and I don’t know if you appreciate it, but it was a great fapping material. But anyway, I am not sending you this message to tell you this. The real reason I am sending you this message is because I demand a meeting with you… Ayalah. Oh yes, I know who you are. I will attach a small map on this message so that you can find my location. Oh, and don’t try to trace my IP address, you will only realize that things are messy and that you won’t be able to do a thing. See you sometime soon Mrs. Flintsone. Yours truly, Alex.”
As her eyes ran back and forth across the text, the Russian gentleman loosened his tie, and coughed slightly, like he was waiting for something. So…Alex was onto her. She looked up slowly from the laptop and grinned at the Russian. Another message popped up, this time, in Russian. Alayah opened the message and there was a picture of a Russian bear, with the words under it.
“Hello Ayalah, я организовал для вас небольшую удовольствие. Я знаю, что он не много, но ваш аппетит, хорошо известно. Сейчас, убедитесь, что вы остаетесь на цель на смерть клуб, и не позволяйте им на вас. “
(translation: “Hello Ayalah, I have arranged for you a small treat. I know he is not much, but your appetite is well known. Now, make sure that you stay on the target at the Death club, and do not let them onto you.”)
Ayalah logged off and closed the laptop, picking up her gun again, and walking around and out of the kitchenette. The Russian rose to his feet, and walked towards her, slowly taking off his jacket and tossing it to the couch. His cologne had a definite woody smell, and he started to undo the buttons of his shirt, as Ayalah ran the barrel of her gun down between her breasts, then down low towards the top of her skirt. She then rubbed the tip of her gun, in between her thighs, as he undid the button of his pants. A slight snarl in her voice, her hunger for this cheap Russian male whore, was building. He was obviously chosen specially for her, and she wasted no time, as she purred in russian.
“Не просто стоять там … ебать меня!”
(translation: “Don’t just stand there…fuck me!”)
The Russian came at her, grabbing her round the shoulders and kissing her fiercely, slamming her up against the wall, as she bit and tore at his lip. Heavy panting, groaning and they began a dance, twirling around, with him on the wall, and her biting at his neck, tearing at his skin, while he thrust up his growing bulge against her now wet patch in her skirt. Soon they were kissing, tongues in an epic battle, hers lashing into his mouth, his fighting for control. Like a vixen, her nails scratched and tore at his shoulder, and he groaned in pain. In one swift move, he picked her up by her hips and carried her to the table, where he wiped off the fruit bowl and glasses, as they all smashed to the floor. He threw her down, and ripped off her lace thong, seeing her ripe clit, glistening in pre, all the while, she held the gun tight in her right hand. Her brown hair splayed out around her head, as she snarled at him, like a wild cat. He quickly wiggled his hips, as his pants fell to the floor, and his throbbing member, came out hard and erect. The Russian grabbed both of her legs, one thrown over each shoulder, and he thrust his hips up, he slid the appendage the length of her womanhood. Ayalah bit her lip hard, and toyed with the gun, staring at him with a steely expression. No more words said, and he lined up the head of his cock with her ripe opening, teasing with two small thrusts, just inside by a tiny way. Ayalah pointed the gun straight up at him and roared.
The blonde Russian, didn’t disobey, eyes firmly locked on the gun, he gripped her legs tightly around the thighs, and forced his way in with little or no warning. She was so god-damn tight, his eyes rolled back, groaning loud in his husky voice. Ayalah’s back slid along the glass surface as he made the first thrust, then his grip on her legs and drew her body back as he pulled out. This guy was a pro, he got straight to it, his hips slapping her, rocking back and forth in a quick rhythm, his mouth open as he snorted through his nose, looking down at Ayalah, who was now teasing her right nipple with the end of her gun. She tightened her grip around his thick member, that glistened as it slid in and out of her, primed with her pre. Her shoes on her feet, were around his neck, the heels in the air,so he had more control over her. Pulling back out of her, he slapped down his hot piece of meat between her clit lips and teased her, sliding it back and forth, sending her into a frenzy, which was going to be made even more titillating, as he ploughed back into her, and she brought the tip of her gun down to her slit and started to rub the cool metal between her wet folds. This was not only thrilling for her, but scared the life out of the Russian, who didn’t like having the gun pointed right near his cock. His eyes said it all, and she laughed as she started to climax. -she shouted in Russian, and the Russian whore had to obey, half terrified, half crazed from the excitement. He grunted as his cock flexed and his body shuddered, a stream of cum erupting from his cock head and filling her, as she twitched, locking her own inner walls around the sides of his shaft, milking the cum out of him, while the barrel of her gun was now glistening. Both were crying out in exctasy, and the Russian shook and actually had tears in his eyes, as he let her legs go and she sat up on the table. Frightened, he took two steps back, his member going limp fast as she sucked the end of her gun and then placed it on the table.
“Не забывайте, ваше пальто …. Пошел вон!”
(translation: “Don’t forget your coat….Get out!”)
Ayalah barked in Russian, as she pointed the cleaned gun at him. Grinning and now moving to standing, she gestured with the gun for him to grab his pants, coat and get out of her apartment. He moved and fast, nearly tripping, going to the door and leaving as quickly as he had came. Ayalah walked over to the balcony and saw that the crowds were still dispersing in the streets, the fire trucks cleaning up, as Ayalah took up a cigarette, and her lighter, lighting up, and then taking a drag, as she said in a light whisper.
“So…Alex…you know who I am, but you have no idea, what I want”