Poisoned Paradigm

Here is the third installment in my series about the exploides of private detective Gavin Monroe and this one finds him a few weeks after the events of the latest one.
It seems that Gavin can't even attend the premire of a Broadway Musical without it ending up as a disaster with plenty of beautiful lady's dying all around him.




Prolog. The Secret agent.


It was one of those rare quite New York nights when the streets were deserted and it seemed that the city that never sleeps had indeed fallen asleep.
At least that's how it felt like to Clarice Rohan as her strawberry red Porsche sped down the street in one of Brooklyn's residential neighborhoods.
Since she had left Manhattan she'd barely seen two people around and not a soul for the last three block.
The Porsche came to a stop outside her destination and she turned of the engine.
She sat still in the car with the lights off and her eyes carefully moved over the whole street and focused in the rearview mirror in search of any suspicious movement.
Once she was certain there was no one following her, she reached inside the glove compartment and pulled out her Sig Sauer, ejected the magazine to made sure it was loaded and then she slipped it back in and chambered the first round.
She reached into her left black leather boot and made sure the throwing knife was definitely in place.

Clarice slowly stepped out of the Porsche and tucked the gun in the waistband of her pants and covered it with her white top.
She zipped her jacket up to her ample bosom, creating a spectacular cleavage as she caught a quick look at herself in the Porsche's sideway mirror and she smiled at how good she looked despite having just thrown something on at the last minute when she got the call for the meeting.
Her long, blonde hair was in a cute ponytail with locks of loose hair cascading down her forehead, her lips were red as rubies' and there was a sparkle in her light gray eyes.
The black jogging suit she had on was one of her favorite outfits, not only because it was comfortable and easy to move around in it but also because it was so tightly fitted that it pressed against her body, shoving off every outline of her sublime greek goddess-like figure and the white top she had on underneath only served to accentuate her perfect breasts even further.
Clarice...
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...knew that she was and amazingly beautiful woman that could have men do anything she wanted them to and in her line of work it was a considerable asset.

Clarice walked into the courtyard of the small residents building and she made sure to keep her back to the wall as much as she could and she looked over her shoulder ever so often.
She made sure that the sounds of her footsteps were as low as possible and she kept a hand on the grip of her weapon.
She carefully stuck her head out into the courtyard and made sure it was clear before going up the stairs on the right.
Once on the second level she walled fast to apartment 4A and before knocking on the door, she pulled out her gun and aimed it at the door.
After a few seconds a young woman's voice spoke through the door.

"Who is it?"
There was something innocent about the voice, could this be the one she was there to meet?

"Red lightning."
Clarice said just loud enough for the woman on the other end to hear.

"Yellow thunder."
The voice replied.

Clarice sighed with relief and she put her gun away.
This was the right woman, the code matched.
Most people would think that Clarice was paranoid with her double checkings, codes and constantly looking over her shoulder but it was her experiance that dictated her actions and whatever anyone else though, she knew she'd have been dead long ago if she wasn't so careful but then again it wa sal lapart of her job.
Clarice was a secret agent, working for the CIA and she was there for an last minute briefing with her new contact.
The door opened and Clarice walked inside the apartment.

The contact was in fact a young woman and a very beautiful one at that.
She seemed to be about 24 which was three years younger that Clarice, who was surprised by the contacts young age.
She was slim, petite and she looked ravishing in her silk nightie which was all that she was wearing, the impression the hard nipples of her pert breasts mad eno secret about that.
The shoulder length curly dark-brown hair brushed the soft skin on shoulders and she had the most delightful and carefree smile.
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The young girl closed the door after Clarice and they shook hands.

"Its a pleasure to meet you Miss Rohan. I've heard great things about you."
She said in a most pleasant manner, Clarice liked her already.

"Thank you but I´m afraid I don't know your name."
Clarice apologized.

"Oh, no worry. It's Jodie. Jodie Forrester. I´m a freelance analyst and I sort of manage the cell phone chatter that comes through the city."
The girl replied.

"So Jodie what is this meeting about exactly?"
Clarice asked as she walked further into the apartment.

The apartment was standard and very modest, the furniture was cheep, the tv was from the early ninety's and the art on the walls worse than in hotel rooms.
It was an CIA cover apartment alright, the cheep bastards.
Clarice always resented how all the government funding always seemed to go to AXE and how their agents were always stating at the best hotels while she sometimes had to make due with a Radisson inn.

"You recently went undercover posing as an usher in the Rochelle theater on Broadway didn't you?"
Jodie was more stating a fact that asking.

"Yes. We intercepted a message that led us believe that there might be some sort of an assassination going on during the premiere of the new musical "The trials of women" tomorrow night but it wasn't confirmed so I was sent to keep an eye open and see if I learned anything but after almost a week, I've got nothing so far. Is that what this is about?"
Clarice explained, her curiosity was certainly awake.

"Yes I just intercepted a phone call earlier tonight that indicates that something bad is indeed going to go down at the premiere tomorrow night
so I though it best to contact you... Does the name Scorpion mean anything to you?"
Jodie said with a worried tone in her voice.

That name caught Clarice's full attention and her eyes widened in concern as she turned to face Jodie.

"The Scorpoin? The Scorpion is a freelance assassin and a good one, some say the best. No one has the slightest idea of the Scorpion's identity but we do know that any hit taken on by him is carried out with the same ruthlessness and without failure. Don't tell me he's involved."
Clarice said concerned.

"Well the phone indicated that the Scorpion had been hired to carry out some job at the premire by someone on the inside and there was also some talk about C-4 charges."
Jodie said hesitantly, her eyes full of fear.

"Play me the recording."
Clarice demanded.

Jodie huried to her computer and with a few clicks of the mouse, she activated the recording and a scrambled woman's voice sounded, it was familiar to Clarice but she couldn't place it.

"Scorpion are the C-4 charges in your possession yet?"
The voice asked firmly.

"Yes, everything will be ready on time."
A voice altered by a computer replied, apparently the Scorpion was as careful as Clarice.

"Good, proceed. Looks like The trials of women will have a very short run. Move to the next stage."
The first voice said before the call ended.

"Oh sh*t."
Clarice said outloud once the replay was over.

She and Jodie looked at each other, concern dominant in their eyes.

"I need to call this in right away."
Clarice announced as she reached for the cell phone in her pocket but she realized she had left it in the Porche.

Suddenly she froze as something dawned on her and she looked at Jodie with a very serious expression.

"You're sure that it can't be traced back to you that you intercepted this call?"
Clarice asked firmly.

Jodie eyes widened as she ran though every option in her mind, thinking hard.

"Ehh...no, not that's not possible. My gear is untracable."
Jodie said with uncertainty.

Suddenly the lights in the apartment went out and Clarice heard the an odd sound outside the front door, like someone had thrown something at the door
Her hand instinctivly reached for the gun in her waistband.

"GET DOWN. BOMB."
She yelled at Jodie as she dove behind the sofa.

Just then, the door was blown off its hinges by the explotion and a very beautiful young woman with flowing brown hair, wearing a smart gray Calvin Klein business suit and black heels rushed through the door with a sub-machine gun equipt with a silencer in her hands.
Jodie shrieked at the sight of her and before she could move the young woman turned the machine gun at her and fired a short burst at her.

"Aaarrgghhh..."
Jodie gasped painfully as one of the bullets caught her in the left breast and she was thrown backwards to the floor with a painful whinch on her face.

The young hit woman quickly fired more rounds wildly into the apartment, riddling the walls, the sofa and the sh*tty television, emptying her clip.
As soon as Clarice heard the machine gun click empty, she sprung up from her cover and before the brunette could react, she pulled the trigger twice.

"Hhhurrggghh..."
The brunette sighed in shock as Clarice's first bullet ripped into her breast and her head jerked back as the second slammed into her forehead.

Blood squirted from her breast as she tumbled backwards, an shocked expression on her pretty face and she fell ontop of the ruined door that lay propped up against the wall.
The smoking sub-machine gun fell to the floor into the pile of the discarded shell casings it had spit out as the brunette had riddled the apartment with her bullets.
The brunette's legs bounced up of the door once and then fell down on it again.
Her hands fell of the door and slumped down on the floor besides it.
Her head lolled to the left, her eyes staring blankly at nothing and dribbles of blood ran down from the corner of her mouth and the small hole between her eyes.
Blood pumped out of the hole in her breast, flowing down her chest and the gray material of her jacket absorbed it, creating large, dark stains.
She was dead.
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Clarice carefully moved up from her cover, her Sig Sauer trained on the brunette's lifeless body and once she was certain that she was dead, Clarice turned around to to check on her contact.
Jodie lay on her back on the cold floor, her left arm streached out and her right resting across her stomach.
Her bare legs lay one on top of the other, bent at the knee.
The brunette's bullet had caught her on the inside of the left breast, a couple of inches above the edge of her silk nightie and a single stream of blood trickled from the wound up towards her neck.
Another stream flowed down from her mouth, down her cheek.
There was a dull, listless look on her face and her brown eyes stared up at Clarice with indifference.
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Jodie was dead.

Clarice sighed with frustration and moved to the computer to download the recording but she saw that it had been shot to pieces by the brunette's wild fire.

"f**k."
Clarice cursed under her breath.

The sound of heels clicking caught her ears outside the door and she rushed for cover behind the bookcase on the other side of it.

"Alexia? Alexia what's going on?"
A young woman's voice called from outside the door.

A beautiful young woman walked through the blown doorway and examined the warzone of the apartment with her eyes unaware of Clarice hiding a few feet from her.
The woman's thick, lustress hair was jet black and matched the skirt-length tight fit black sweater that showed off her ample figure.
Her long legs were wrapped in black pantyhose and knee high brown leath boots.
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Clarice was impressed by her fashion sense but she disliked the sight of the silenced pistol in her hand.
The black haired assassin was shocked to see her partner's body lying sprawled out on the door and she reached down and checked her pulse.

"Damn it."
She muttered annoyed as she confirmed the brunette was dead.

As she didn't know if there were more hostils outside and did not want to raise any unneeded attention, Clarice slipped her gun in her waistband and reached for the knife in her boot and held it ready.
The black haired assassin swiftly rose up from her partners dead body and aimed her pistol in all directions looking for a sign of a threat and very carefully she moved closer towards where Clarice hid, unaware of the trap she was about to fall into.
Clarice held her breath and the knife ready at the hight she intended to strike the assassin at.
The sound of the assassin's stiletto heels grew louder with each step.
Clarice could smell the woman's perfume and the moment the assassin reached the point Clarice was waiting for, she lunged out, kicked the silenced pistol from the assassins hand and thrust the knife into her.

"Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh..."
The black haired assassin sighed painfully as Clarice's knife sank into her firm left breast.

Clarice clapped her hand over the black haired assassin's mouth to stop her from screaming and forced her up against the bookshelf and held her in place.
The assassin's tired to resist by grabbing Clarice's wrists but the pain in her breast was too great and she felt all strength leave her at an alarming rate.
Her boots kicked on the floor between the two women as the pain rode through her.
Blood streamed down her breast from the wound where the knife was sticking out of her and with each laybored, painful breath she drew, the knife's handle rose up and fell back down.
Her brown eyes stared into Clarice's with loathing and she couldn't believe that she had been taken so easily by her enemy.

"Are there others?"
Clarice asked firmly and removed her hand from the assassin's mouth so she could speak.

"G..o..tt...o..hh..ell..."
The assassin spat back at her weakly.

Blood forced itself up her throat and spilled out of her mouth on both sides and flowed down her cheeks as she spoke.
Her knees bucked from under her and she slide down the bookcase onto her behind.
She reached out and took hold of the knife loadged in her breast and tried to pull it out but it hurt too much.
With her last ounces of strength, the assassin looked up at Clarice and smiled at her like she was having the last laugh.
Then her body shuddered, she sighed and slumped against the bookcase and slide down to the floor on her left side, dead.

Clarice looked down on the assassin a moment, her hand still clutched the knife in her chest and blooded that flowed from the wound pooled on the floor.
Locks of her black hair hid parts of her fair face and the dark eyes stared through them, empty.
Clarice knew she had to get out there as fast as possible, she needed to report Jodie's intel.
She pulled her gun back from the waistband and picked up the dead assassins pistol as well and huried to the door and after peeking out and looking carefully over the courtyard, she couldn't see any danger so she decided to risk it and she ran to the stairs.

Clarice pressed her back to the wall at the bottom of the stairs and carefully looked around the edge of the wall into the courtyard, the two pistols glutched in her hands by her sides.
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There was no sign of movement and she slowly moved out from the cover of the wall and walked towards the exit, her fingers pressed on the trigger of the guns, ready to blast any threat that appeared out of the shadows.
With each step she took she felt more secure and relaxed, she was so nearly out of there.
She was two steps away from the exit when she heard the sound of heels coming from the darkness in front of her and she stopped in her tracks and raised both pistols at the dark figure that was walking towards her.

"Stop right there or you're dead."
Clarice called out firmly.

Clarice saw the sillouette'd outlines of the mystery woman stop and her hands rise up above her head.
Something about this woman was familiar, the perfume she wore was definitly one that Clarice recognized.

"Step into the light. Slowly."
Clarice ordered.

The woman took a step closer and parts of her came into view but her face remained shrouded in darkness.
She was wearing high heels and a short, elegant purple cocktail dress and by the look of her godess like figure she was a magnificent beauty.
Strands of her golden hair fell down and cascaded down off of her shoulders.
There was something very odd and familiar about this woman, Clarice felt she knew her but she needed to see her face to know.

"Let me see your face."
Clarice said harshly as her fingers poised over the triggers.

The mystery blone took a step closer and as her face came to view Clarice sighed in surprise and instantly lowered her pistols.
The woman was her exact double in every way, just as beautiful and as graceful.
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"Christina?"
Clairce was stunned to see her twin sister there before her.

"Hi sis."
Christina replied as she lowered her hands back down.

"What the f**k are you doing here?"
Clarice asked confused as all hell.

"I´m looking for you."
Christina said with a soft smile.

"Why?"
Clarice asked.

"Because we're sisters and I've missed you."
Christina said as she moved closer to Clarice.

"What...I..don't..understand."
Clarice was truly shocked and confused by her sisters sudden arrival there.

"Give me a hug Clarice."
Christina said kindly as she held out her hands.

Clarice didn't respond but she didn't stop her sister from embrasing her either.
Christina pulled her sister tightly to her and their soft cheeks pressed against each other.
Clarcie couldn't help feeling good to be back in her older (by 14 minutes) sisters arms and she wrapped her hands aorund her as well.
She had so missed her since the last time they met, their mothers funeral, six years before.
Her eyes closed and a smile came to her lips as she forgot herself, her suspicions and her reasons for being at that courtyard.
Christina's eyes remained wide open and there was no smile on her lips as her hand stealthly moved under the hem of her dress and to the small pistol she had in a holster strapped to her inner thigh.

"I don't understand. Why are you here?"
Clarice asked as she moved her head back enough to look her sister in the eyes.

"I told you sis, I came here to find you."
Christina said with a hint of sorrow in her voice.

Clarice's eyes suddenly felt something press into her gut and she looked down to see the small pistol in her sisters hand aimed at her.
She looked her sister in the eyes utterly mystefied.

"Drop your guns."
Christina said firmly.

"Chris what is this?"
Clarice couldn't believe this, what was her sister doing.

"Drop them now."
Christina said firmer.

Clarice saw the seriousness in the eyes that were identical to her own and she let the guns in her hands fall to the ground.

"I´m so sorry about this Clarice. I really am. I never wanted it to be this way."
Christina said as a tear ran down her cheek.

"Chris..why ar...Aaaaarrrrrggghhhhh..."
Clarice gasped in pain as she was shot.

Clarice's eyes shot wide open from the mixture of agonizing pain and the shock of her own twin sister having just shot her and she was lost for words.
She felt the pain rush up her body from the wound in her lower gut and her legs shivered as she could barely kept her balance.
Warm blood oozed from the tiny hole Christina's bullet had left an inch below her bellybutton and she pressed her hands over it, still shocked and full of disbelive.
A tear fell from her eye as she looked at Christina, heartbroken over her sisters betrayal and she whinched in pain.
Clarice staggered backwards from her sister who stood still with the smoking pistol in her hand.
It made no difference how hard Clarice pressed down on her wound, the blood still escaped through her fingers and dripped off of them.
She knew very well that she was dying and fast but she couldn't make sense of it.
Why had her own twin sister shot her?
What was her connection to this all?
She nearly fell down as she swayed to the left but she was tough and kept her footing but just barely.
Christina made to move closer but Clarice shook her head at her with the expression of someone who's been hurt and betrayed as badly as someone can possibly be betrayed and Christina moved back.
She did hate seeing her sister suffer like this and she regretted not having taken better care when she pulled the trigger but she couldn't bring herself to shoot her again.

Clarice's knees finally gave into her dying body and she fell down to her knees.
She moaned in pain as she removed her blood stained hands from the wound and she saw that the bottom of her white top was soaked through and scarlett.
Blood continued to seep from the hole and flow down her legs.

"Ohh..."
Clarice sighed as she slumped to her side right into her sister's arms who had moved up to her.

Christina took her sister in her arms and held her tightly to her.
Clarice looked up at her sisters face with nothing but sadness in them, despite it all this wa sher sister and she couldn't hate her for what she had done but she had to know why.

"hh..w....whhy..?"
Clarice whispered difficultly as blood forced itself out through her full red lips and ran down her right cheek.

More pain rode though her body and her boots kicked on the pavement as her body writhed in her sisters arms.
Christina felt Clarice shaking in her arms, her breasts were heaving desperatly and her breathing was very shallow, Clarice only had moments left.
A lock of Clarice's hair fell down to her face and Christina gently brushed it away.

"Its complicated."
Christina replied.

Suddenly the truth of it hit Clarice and she understood.
It all somehow made sense to her.
Why she and her sister hadn't met for years.
This explained why Christina had shot her, she needed to take her place to carry out her hit.

"..Yy..ou'..re..th..ee...Sc..scorp...ion..."
Clarice stammered as more blood flooded from her lips.

Christina looked into her sisters eyes and she felt regret that she had put it together, she had wished her sister not knowing the truth.
She nodded her head softly, confirming her sister's theory.

"I...is...it..wo..rth...it?"
Clarice asked with effort.

Christina didn't reply right away, she could barely face the question.
Was it worth it to kill your own sister in order to accomplish your mission?
She felt a lump in her throat as she replied.

"Yes."

Clarice gasped at her sister's reply and another tear fell from her eye and ran down her face.
With her last effort, she lifted her hand up and ran it across Christina's cheek, leaving a smear of her blood on her sisters cheek.

"Aaahhhhhhhh...."
A last sigh escaped her lips.

Clarice's hand fell down to her chest limp and her boots twitched on the pavement and fell still.
Her other hand fell away from the bloody wound and slumped to the ground next to her.
Her head fell back off of Christina's hand and rolled to the side, the breasts had stopped rising.
The only movement in her body was the blood seeping out of the mortal wound in her belly.
The light gray eyes that had been so full of beauty and life were empty and stared unfocused into the air.
CIA agent Clarice Rohan was dead.

Christina carefully lowered Clarice's body to the ground and set about searching for Clarice's access pass to the Rochelle theater and the compter data card with all the information on Clarice's operation, she knew her sister to be carrying it with her, Clarice had never left important items unattended.
She checked every pocket and found nothing.
Then she pulled the black leather boots off Clarice's bare feet, one at a time and found the pass in neither of them.
Finally she unzipped the jacket of Clarice's jogging suit and reached inside the white top, slipping her hand into the black bra and there she found the pass nustled against Clarice's firm left breast.
Christina knew that she needed to make her sister's body disappear if she was to take her place.
Christina slipped the boots back on her sisters feet and grabbed under the armpits and pulled her off, allowing the heels of the black boots to drag along the pavement.

After stuffing her twin sisters body in the trunk of her car, Christina pulled a cell phone from her purse and dialed it.
A woman's voice answered.

"I've been expecting your call Scorpion. How are we doing?"
She asked.

"Stage 1 is complete. I have the pass and all information needed but the agent was a stronger advisery than I expected and the others are dead."
Christina said as a matter of fact.

"Most fortunate. Saves you the trouble of eliminating them."
The woman said pleased.

"Yes, most fortunate."
Christina replied.

"I take it the contact is dead?"
The woman asked.

"Yes."
Christina replied.

"And the agent?"
The woman's tone was slightly different, more curious.

Christina was about to answer when she found herself looking down at her sisters lifeless and bloody body, her beautiful bright eyes staring up at her with sadness as if she were asking her how she could have done this to her.
Christina felt a tingle of remorse in her heart and for a second she remembered her and her sister playing together as children and a tear ran down her cheek.
She indulged this emotion of regret for a moment before she wiping the tear away, shoving all emotion away.

"Yes, she's dead and there is no one who can stop us now."
Christina said indifferently as she slammed the trunk shut.


Chapter 1. Opening Night.
Coming soon.



Presenting:
GAVIN MONROE AND THE NIGHT OUT ON THE TOWN.



Starring.
Clive Owen as Gavin Monroe, a P.I. with a weakness for a stiff drinks and women.
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Yvonne Strahovski as Christina, the hired killer, known as the Scorpion, posing as an usher who wins Gavin's heart.
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Victoria Lust played by Christina Hendricks as Captain Vicky Lawrence, Gavin's ex boss and current date.
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Daniel Day Lewis as Georgio Gorgonzola, The wominizing, arrogant director of the musical, the Trails of women.
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Eva Green as Eve, the overly french producer of the show, a woman Gavin loathes almost as much as he's attracted to her.
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Adriana Lima as Dita Staro, the star of the show.
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Cheryl Cole as Clarissa, George's mistress.
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Miranda Kerr as Emma, Georgio's daughter from a previous marriage who lives for attention.
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Candice Swanepoel as Nina Simmons, a spy who may prove to be a useful alley to Gavin.
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Kate Hudson as Gilda, Georgio's long suffering and rebellious throphy wife.
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Romola Garai as Dita's manager who also happens to be her secret lover.
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Amanda Righetti as Amelia, one of the shows dancers.
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Rachel Weisz as Kate Badminton, the shows emotionally unstable writer.
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Gemma Artherton as Susana, Georgeo's assistant.
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Penelope Cruz as Sophia, one of the shows dancers who knows too much.
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And Jessica Alba as Jean Delicious, a famous designer and Georgeo's older daughter.
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what wonderful start for this chapter my friend.
i love that and cant wait for next chapter

Thank you very much ogre, glad you liked it.
Luckily you need not wait long as its ready.

Chapter 1. Opening Night.


Out of all the stupid, idiotic things I've been talked into doing in my life, dying my hair green in eighth grade, loaning my brother in law money for his bait shop business and not to mention marrying Laura, well this one was by far the worst.
How the hell Vicky ever managed to get me to be her date at the premiere of some Broadway musical about the trials of women of all things, I'll never quite understand.
I guess it has something to do with the way she filled out that black cocktail dress of hers.
She had the most perfect and classic hourglass figure I'd ever seen and the very snug black cocktail dress looked like it was about to burst at the seams, its frail structure was no match for Vicky's astonishing and very real (that's right, real) breasts that made any man think longingly back to nursing.
The mouthwatering legs reached all the way to China and the smart black six inch pumps only added to her already powerful and alluring stature.
One of Vicky's greatest assets was the most delightful smile imaginable, the perfect mix of knotty and nice.
Her bright red curly hair was done up with a few locks cascading down the sides of her lovely face.
I looked at this magnificent woman on my arm and I felt better already, perhaps this evening wouldn't be so bad after all.

Vicky...
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... was a New York police captain who was to thank for that I wasn't in county lockup right now.
Apparently it looks bad for a man to be discovered in a penthouse that didn't belong to him along with four young, beautiful women all of whom are dead.
It certainly doesn't help when you admit willingly that you killed two of them yourself and it just looks plain bad when you've hanged one of them off of the terrace twenty story's above the street.
Vicky and me had worked together back when we were both in the L.A.P.D., actually we had done more than work together.
To tell the truth, I sort of was the reason she decided to transfer to New York but luckily for me she had decided to keep the past where it belonged and she made sure that I wasn't detained.
In fact, thanks to the press's interest in the case, I was now something of a celebrity and officially credited as the hero who solved the Manhattan misadventure murders as the press had dubbed them.
I didn't much care for this attention and I felt I deserved it even less.
I had been planning on going back home to L.A. after Janelle, Constance and Virginia's funerals but me and Vicky had grown sort of close in that time and she insisted on me staying with her until my leg healed and I don't mean sleeping on the couch.
That was three months ago and my leg had been fine for weeks but I was still in New York and for the first time in years I had a real girlfriend.

And there we were, on the red carpet of the biggest theater event of the year, me in my best suit, she in her jaw-dropping dress.
It was a beautiful, clear night and the sky was lit up with floodlights.
The largest billboard I'd seen in my life hung up over the entrance of the theater and on it were the stars of the show and front and center was the lustrous Dita Staro.
The skimpy outfit she had on certainly explained why people were excited to see the show, she was breathtaking.
I looked forward to see her in person.
There were hundreds of people there outside the prestigious Rochelle theater on Broadway about to attend the premiere of the Trials of women, I think it was called.
I'd never seen so many photographers in one place and my cornea's were probably damaged for life by all the camera flashes and my ears were ringing from all the fans screams of the hundreds and hundreds of excited people being held back by the police as they admired the stars arriving to see the show.
These were movie stars, rock stars, billionaires, sports heroes and that chubby black chick, you know the one with that show that women go nuts over, O something.
I had to say I didn't much like this circus but Vicky was having the time of her life, smiling and laughing so I pretended to like it too.

"I feel like a princess tonight Gavin."
Vicky said glowing with joy.

"Then I'll be your prince."
I replied, I know its sappy but it just felt like the thing to say.

Vicky laughed at me and kissed me on the cheek.

"You a prince Monroe. That's rich."
A woman's voice said from behind us. I knew that voice and that french accent.

I turned around to see one of the more beautiful women I had ever met standing there with an irritated look on her face.
Her black hair was fashionably done up in a sexy knot that excentuated the beauty of her face, the smashing figure was well framed by the marvelous and very expencive black gown she had chosen to wear that evening.
The gown pressed her ample bosom up to create a cleavage worthy of the Luvre.
A gold necklace was draped around her neck and it reached down into the cleavage, nussling safely between her firm breasts.
Her red lips were pouty and inviting but her beautiful dark eyes had a coldness in them that I found both appealing and alarming.

Eve...
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... didn't look very happy to see me.
She was the producer of the show and one of Vicky's closet friends from their time in some boarding school and she was the one who invited Vicky and by the look of it, she didn't much like the fact that I was Vicky's plus one.
In fact she despised me after meeting me in a party Vicky and me attended a few weeks back where she got drunk and made a play for me.
Normally I'd have jumped at the opportunity but on account of Vicky I turned her down and she deeply resented that.
She also struck me as a stuck up snob that can't hold her martini's.
Eve glared at me menacingly and I could tell she hated me, she really didn't take rejection well.
But as soon as her eyes caught Vicky she smiled wide and the two women embraced each other and echanged kisses on the cheeks.

"Vicky darling."
Eve said happily.

"Eve, thank you for the invitation and I have to say you do look smashing in that gown. You've got impeccible taste as always."
Vicky was being overly kind, I had a feeling the ass kissing was down to the invite.

"Ah well, I wish I could say the same about you."
Eve said dryly as her eyes moved to me and I felt the coldness in her eyes.

"Subtle."
I thought to myself.

Vicky laughed off Eve's insult towards me and the quickly said their goodbye's as Eve wa sin ahurry to get inside to make sure things were ready.
As she walked away, I caught one final dirty glance from her.
As I watched Eve walk away and disappear in through the entrance, it amazed me how much I could dislike someone so beautiful as her but then again she was a special kind of a bitch.

"She's aquite the little bitch isn't she?"
Vicky muttered.

"That she is."
I replied.

Suddenly the air exploded from the thunderous applaudes and shriking from the crowd and I turned around to see what all the fuzz was about.
A black limo had pulled up on the curve by the red carpet and the passenger door opened and I saw one of the most amazing sights of my life.
It almost felt like she was moving in slow motion as she stepped out of the limo, almost as if she was teasing me.
Whoever she was, she knew how to make a proper entrance, every eye was on her.
First she teased the crowd by slowly stretching her delicious, long pantyhose clad legs out onto the sidewalk and I swear there were gasps as the soles of her black high heels touched the red carpet.
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Then her hand gently reached out and took hold of the open door and she hoisted herself up out of her seat and gave the crowd a look at her utterly breathtaking beauty.
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She inched forward in her seat revealing more of herself, olive skin was smoother than any I'd seen before.
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Her thick, lustress brown hair fell down on her shoulders as she stepped out of the limo and stood for a moment in the door, observing the scene, drinking it all in.
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Whatever she was wearing under that black leather coat couldn't be substantial, not by the look of the coats length.
I could clearly see the outlines of her magically toned body pressed against the black leather.
I felt a beat of sweat run down my forehead.
Never had I felt such a desire to march over to a strange woman, pull her in my arms and press my lips to hers.
Her lips, ohh they were calling to me, so soft, so red.
I could just picture myself pushing her down on the hood of the limo, rip that coat away from her body and kiss her ample breasts as she whispered into my ears...

"Do it Gavin, ravish me. I´m your's, do what you please with me."
I'd do as she asks and it didn't even matter that we were surrounded by all these people, hell let them watch in envy.

I snapped out of my day dream as Vicky pinched my arm.
The brunette was smiling, waving the crowd and she even stopped to pose for photos.
They all loved her and the camera's loved her even more, she had every person in the crowd at her mercy, including me.
I was awestruck by her radiant beauty.
I had no idea who she was or why they all adored her but it wasn't hard to believe that they did.
Vicky saw the look on my face and the way my eyes followed her every movement and she laughed, jealousy wasn't her thing.

"That's Jean Delicious. She's the top fashion designer in Manhattan. Half the people here are wearing her clothes and she's also the director's daughter. Something isn't she?"
Vicky whispered to my ear.

"Yes, she is."
I couldn't take my eyes off of her. For some reason she reminded me of Erica Strong.

The rear door of the limo that Jean had arrived in opened and the crowd went wild again as a good looking middle aged man dressed impeccibly in a black suit stepped out and waved to the crowd.
He oozed confidence and he too had the crowd at his sway but in a different way that Jean.
On his arm was one of the loveliest blonde's I'd ever laid eyes on, she was at least half his age and cute as button but there was also a very sexual quality to the way she moved and smiled and especially how she dressed.
Her body was petite but ravishing non the less.
I had never seen a dress so low on fabric in my life, it was amazing she wasn't arrested for wearing it.
Her legs were her best feature and it was clear that she knew that, the white fishnet stockings and knee length silver boots complemented the dress.
She tilted her sunglass's down on her nose so I could see her lovely blue eyes and the spark in them.
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"That's Georgeo Gorgonzola, the director. He's a real genius although I hear he's a bit of a womaniser and a drunk. I imagine that the two of you would get along well, sharing so many intrests."
Vicky's said cheekily.

"Who's the blonde he's with?"
I asked, ignoring her inuendo's about my lifestyle.

"His new wife, Gilda. He left his ex wife for her last year and married her right away. Word is he's already cheating on her all over town. Jean isn't too happy with her as a stepmother though as I hear it. Must be why she rode up in front."
Vicky explained.

Vicky's knowledge of the affairs of the Gorgonzola family led me to the conclution that she needed to spend less time reading People magazine and more time focused on more important things like police work...or my.
Following the Gorgonzola's out of the limo was yet another ravishing beauty, this time a brunette in her early twenty's wearing a stunning black dress that left virtually nothing off her smashing figure a secret, it fell against her body like a plastic glove.
She had the build and looks of a supermodel and she walked down the red carpet with the confidence of someone used to being on such display as the crowd called to her and she even stopped several times and struck a pose for the camera's.
In a lot of ways, she closely resembled Jean, the same olvie skin, the same brown hair and their smiles were both to die for.
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I turned to Vicky for the usual debrief.

"Emma, Gorgonzola's younger daughter. She's a famous linguire model and she's the face of her older sister's new winter line."
Vicky said bored, serving as my guide though the who's who no longer intresting her.

I made a mental note of doing a google search for Emma Gorgonzola and linguire the first chance I'd get.

"Shall we go inside?"
I said.

Vicky nodded and took my arm and I led her towards the main entrance.
My initial reluctance towards the evening was now nothing more than a distant memory, I had rarely seen such a gathering of magnificent beauty's and we weren't even inside the theater yet.
I could only wonder what awaited me in there.


Eve strutted past extra's, stagehands and everyone else in her path with, a scowling expression on her face, backstage to the dressing rooms as she rushed towards a door marked Badmington and banged on it angerly.
A pretty young woman with short black hair, weaing a strapless blue dress and black heels opened the door.
The young woman had a worried look on her face that seemed to grow more alarmed as she saw the scowl on Eve's face.
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"Oh Eve its you. I..."
Susana said nervously with her posh british accent.

"Is she ready?"
Eve interrupted impatiantly.

"Erm,... well n..no but she..."
Susana began apologetically.

"You're fucking useless Susana. I hired you to manage her and make sure her exintricinty's were controled. All you had to do was to make sure she'd be ready in time.
Eve spat at Susana furiously as she brushed past her, nearly pushing her over.

Susana held back her tears and closed the door after Eve.
Eve huried to the back of the dressing room where a stunning brunette wearing nothing but a black shirt and panty's, fishnet stockings and black pumps lay lazily on her stomach ontop of a white fluffy rug behind an oriental partition, her feet streached up in the air from the knees, swinging indifferently as she bite the nail of her thumb, he reyes were unfocused and distant, lost in though.
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Something was troubling her and she paid Eve no attention.
Eve sighed frustrated but she wasn't surprised in the least, she had long ago learned what to expect of Kate Badmington.

"Kate, what do you think you're doing? Georgeo expects you to be dressed and ready in twenty minutes so you can introduce the show with him. I'll tell you right now that I have no patience for another one of your meltdown Kate."
Eve said annoyed.

"Why should I be bothered with such a menial task as cater to the snobs and idiots who have only come tonight because its fashionable and not to be move my my show."
Kate said with bitter distain without looking up at Eve.

"Because you're the fucking writer and its in your goddamn contract. People expect to see you and Georgeo together."
Eve shouted.

"To hell with their expectations. They're idiots and unworthy of my presance. I´m a genius, I shouldn't have to care about what they think and I don't."
Kate replied offended.

Eve lost control and rushed over to Kate, grabbed her by the hair and violently hoised her up to her knees.
Kate's face whinched in pain but neither let on nor did she try and resist Eve.

"Listen to me you crazy limey bitch. I'll come back in ten minutes and if you're not ready and on your best behavious, I'll snap your scrawny neck, you understand me?"
Eve hissed at Kate hatefully.

"Are you through?"
Kate asked calmly.

Eve let go of Kate's hair and pushed her back down on the rug.
She took a look at her watch, she was running late for her appointment.

"Fifteen minutes. Get her the fuck ready or else."
She threatened Susana who stood back alarmed.

"Yeah.. yes mam...I'll do it.."
Susana stammered.

Without another word, Eve rushed out and slammed the door behind her.
Entierly indifferent to Eve's actions or threat, Kate returned to her earlier pose on the rug and set about biting her nail again.
Susana sighed and slumped down in the chair at the desk where Kate's typewriter stood.



The lobby of the Rochelle theater was certainly glamouress, there were golden columns lined up on either sides, the crystal chandiler that hung up in the fresco painted ceailing above was easily the size of a Ford Focus, the white marble floor shone brightly and you could see the reflections of the premire guests in its surface as they walked across it towards the grand hall.
The Gorgonzola family moved quickly through the lobby, still waving and laughing, shaking hands and posing for photos, they all seemed so used to it and I couldn't help but picture them as the modern day Kennedy's, only artists instead of politicians.
I noticed Georgio whisper something to his wife and then he quickly disappeared.
I found myself wondering where he had gone.
Everyone was dressed in their very best best and there was enough jewelry in there to make Tiffany's feel inaduqent.
At least a dozen waiters circled the lobby with golden trays, offering champagne in goblets.
I grabbed two of them and handed one to Vicky and after tosting, we both sipped the champagne, it was excellent.
Out of nowhere, an absolutly stunning young woman came up to Vicky and greeted her.

"Vicky, how have you been?"
The woman said with a beautiful and gentle smile on her face.

"Nina, I didn't think you'd be here. Its so nice to see you."
Vicky replied happily.

"Yeah, Gilda Gorgonzola's an old friend and she invited me."
Nina replied.

I couldn't take my eyes off of this charming young beauty, she was positivly radiant with positivity and cheerfulness and she was so beautiful my mind struggled to understand it.
Her smile was intoxicating and her perfume filled me with lust, I had rarely liked anyone so much so quickly.
She took my breath away, the long golden locks cascaded off of her shoulders and the short gray dress she was wearing toyed with my imagination.
I felt myself drawn to her.
Her and Vicky behaved like old friends and I grew more and more curious as to who she was.
How did she and Vicky know each other?
She couldn't be older than twenty three, twenty four.
All I knew about her was that her name was Nina and I needed to know more about her, that was for sure.
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"Vicky, aren't you going to introduce us?"
I said eagerly.

I noticed Nina's green eyes move to my and a faint smile in the corner of her mouth, my intrest in her seemed to have flattered her.
Vicky however seemed a bit offended, perhaps she knew what I was thinking, not that she needed to worry, she herself was every bit as stunning as this mystery blonde.

"Yes of course. Gavin Monroe meet Nina Simmons. Nina's one of the best rookie's my department's ever seen."
Vicky intorduced us.

"Oh a police officer. I'd have pegged you for a model or an actress."
I said, hoping I'd flatter her with this crude come on line.

"Actually I was a model before I joined the force. I just wanted to do something more meaningful with my live than just look pretty all the time.
Nina replied as she laughed sweetly.

"Well it seemes to me that you're doing both."
I was flirting without realising it.

Vicky did notice it and she shot me a dirty look, it seemed I was collecting them this evening.

"Well thank you mr Monroe. Oh wait a minute, the Gavin Monroe who solved the Manhattan misadventure murders?"
Nina asked impressed.

"Well...yes I suppose so."
I would have done without that reminder of my last case.

"Wow, well I'd love to talk more but I need get to back to my date. Perhaps we'l lmeet up in the intermission."
Nina said awkwardly, no doubt sensing she had touched a nerve with me.

"Of course. Hope you enjoy the show."
Vicky said as they kissed each other on the cheek.

I nodded and shook Nina's hand again before she walked off towards the great hall.
I downed the rest of my champagne in one sip and slammed it down on the nearest waiters tray and picked up another one.
Vicky shook her head at me and we walked in silence to the great hall.


The door to Kate Badmington's dressing room opened and someone slipped inside without a sound.
Susana who sat directly facing the door wasn't even aware of the person standing six feet from her, looking at her.
If she had she'd have screamed in fear at the sight of the .22 beretta with an attached silencer that was now aimed at her.

"Kate can you please get ready."
Susana called to Kate without looking up.

"Fuck off."
Kate's reply sounded from behind the partition.

Susana sighed with frustration and just as she was about to stand up and manually force Kate in her gown, she caught sight of Christina standing before her dressed like an usher with the beretta in her hand.
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Susana's eyes widened in shock and before she could scream Christina squeezed the trigger.

"Ahhhhh..."
Susana gasped in pain as the bullet slammed into her supple left breast.

She was thrown against the back of the chair she sat in and her hands flew up in the air, her face grimmage from the pain she felt in her ruined breast.
Her feet twiched on the floor under the desk and the right foot popped out of her heel.
Susana looked down at her own blood as it flowed down her breast from the small hole in the center of it, just above the dress and she sighed with disbelieve as her hands fell back down on the desk with a thud.
More blood pumped out of her breast as she gasped her last shallow breaths.
She stared up at Christina with confused eyes and a tear ran down her cheek
Susana shuddered before she fell limp in her seat and slumped down onto the desk ontop of her arms.
Christina lowered the smoking beretta and tilted her head to the left to look Susana in the eyes.
Susana head rested on her arm, the dark lifeless eyes gazed blankly back at her killer.
Christina's .22 bullet had found a place in Susana's heart.
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Kate heard the sound of heels as Christina walked up to her and assuming it was Susana, she didn't look up.

"I thought I made myself clear when I told you to fuck off."
Kate muttered irritated.

She looked up and instead of seeing Susana, she was looking down the barrel of Christina's beretta.

"What the bloody hell is th...Hhuurrgggghhh..."
She gasped as Christina's bullet slammed into her head.

Kate's head jerked upwards as drops of blood sprayed from the fresh hole in the center of her forehead and buried itself deep in her highly intelligent brain.
Her expression was that of utter shock and her mouth gaped open, locked in her last gasp.
Her feet fell down on the rug and twitched as death spasams rode through her and the hands slumped down in front of her.
The pupils in her eyes instinctivly rolled up as if they were trying to get a look at the bleeding hole above them.
Her lips were seperated by an inch and the warm last breath silently escaped through them.
Kate's head lingered up for a moment while the rest of her realized that she was dead and then it fell forward on her outstreached arm.
She lay on her stomach with her right leg bent ontop of the left, the black heel dangled off her toes on the left foot.
Two thick streams of Kate's blood ran from the unwelcome "third eye" she had just gained.
One down between her blankly staring eyes, one sideways down her forehead.
There was no need for Christina to check Kate out any further, the look on her face and the placement of the bullet told her all that she need to know.
Kate Badmington was as dead as one can be.
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Christina pulled her cell out of her pocket and dialed.
Within a few seconds a woman answered on the other line.

"I´m done with Badmington and the assistant. Is it safe to move on to the next task."
Christina said matter of factly.

"No I will handle it personally. We have a new development that requires your attention more. It seems that the police captain we worried about isn't alone. She brought Gavin Monroe with her.
The woman replied.

"Gavin Monroe? The private detective? That does sound alarming."
Christina replied.

"Yes which is why I need you to keep an eye on them. Once things start he's bound to get involved and you need to make sure to be ontop of him."
The woman said with a mildly amused tone.

"You got it. And what about the tape?"
Christina added.

"I'll make sure its delivered. Soon Georgeo Gorgonzola will receive the most alarming message of his life."
The woman said.

The line went dead.
Christina unscrewed the silencer of the beretta and returned it to the holster on her ankle
She had read a great deal about Gavin Monroe and it excited her to know he was there and that she was suppost to keep an eye on him.
This was getting more and more interesting by the minute.


Chapter 2. Here we go again.
Coming Soon.

Chapter 2. The Price of passion.


Georgio Gorgonzola was in a hurry as he rushed down the backstage corridors of the Rochelle theater.
Twice someone tried to stop him to get his approval on something or to ask him some trivial thing but he barely paid them any attention at all and merely waved them away uninterested as he kept moving.
He had a more pressing engagement to get to, in fact he had thought of little else that whole day.
As he turned into the corridor he was heading towards one of the backround dancers of the show, a very beautiful young brunette, bumped into him.
Georgio was nearly knocked down as she fell into his arms but he maintained his balance and kept them both from falling.
She looked up at him mortified and quickly backed away from him, her face red with embarrassment.

"Oh god, I´m so sorry Mr Gorgonzola. I.. wasn't lookin and I..."
She stammered nervously.

Georgio couldn't help but laugh at how embarrassed and worried she was.
He was also taken with just how lovely she was.
He knew that her name was Alice and that she was a very gifted dancer and a kind, friendly girl with a stunning smile but he never spoken to her directly alone before and now he couldn't help but admire just how great she looked in her costume for the bordello musical number.
Her flowing brown hair fell down off her shoulders and its intoxicating scent filled the air around her.
The dark blue lace underwear, dark stockings, black heels and transparent blouse looked fantastic on Alice's superbly proportioned figure.
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"No need to be so worried Alice. You'd think I was in the habit of lopping people's heads off when they displease me by the way you're reacting. Its fine, no harm done."
Georgio said to her amused.

"Oh well thanks, I´m sorry, I guess I´m just nervous for going in front of all those people."
Alice said as her stunning smile presented itself.

"You're lucky I didn't drop my cigarette, because then you would be in trouble."
Georgio joked.

Alice laughed very sweetly at his joke and instinctivly reached out and touched his arm for a second.
The she seemed to realize what she had done and swiftly pulled it back.
Georgio didn't let on but he had liked that she had done that.

"Don't worry, you'll do fine."
Georgio said as he moved past her, ending the conversation, he was in a hurry.

Alice couldn't help but look back and watch him as he continued down the hall.

"What a gentleman."
She thought to herself.

Georgio puffed hard on this fifty-sixth cigarette of the day (he always chain-smoked when he was about to premiere a new show) as he walked up to the door of Eve's office.
Faint sounds of music that Georgio recognized to be from Madam Butterfly sounded from the office.
He knocked on the door and fidgeted impatiently like a small boy as he waited for it to open.

"Entre."
Eve's seductive voice called from the other side of the door.

Georgio quickly opened the door, walked into the office and closed the door behind him.
Alice found herself wondering what business he had with Eve for a moment but then she shrugged her shoulders and headed to the dressing room.
The curtain was up in twenty minutes and she still had to finish appling her make up.

Eve was sitting on the edge of her desk, a cigarette in one hand, a glass of bourbon in the other, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the soothing tones of Madam Butterfly although Georgio guessed that the cigarette and the bourbon played a larger role in her calm than the music.
Even though he had known her for years and saw her practically every day, it still amazed him how much her beauty got to him every single time and the way that black gown presented her breasts was nothing less than art.
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"I take it that Kate gave you some difficulty's."
Georgio asked sympathetically.

"You could say that."
Eve replied dryly.

As she opened her eyes and looked at him, a smile appeared on her lips.

"How much time do you have?"
She asked with a certain spark in her eye.

"Enough."
Georigo said as he reached behind his back and locked the door.

He walked over to her, took the glass of bourbon from her hand, drank from it and set it down on the desk.
Then he kissed her passionately and took her in his arms.
Eve kissed him back, wrapped her hands around his shoulders and lowered herself down on the desk, pulling him down with her.
Georgio's hand reached into her gown and pulled it off her warm, firm breasts out.
Eve moaned with pleasure as Georgio took her breast in his hand and massaged it, she especially liked it how he stroked her erect nipple with his thumb.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and she thrush herself up against his crouch, her hands working to undo his belt.
He reached down and kissed her bare bosom and she bit her lip with pleasure, her whole body vibrated with desire.
For a moment they stopped and stared into each others face, the lust alight in both of them.

"Ravish me."
Eve pleaded as the excitement peaked.

"Yes ma'am."
Georgio replied obediently as he hitched up her gown and pulled her black lace panty's down her thighs.

She screamed out in joy as he entered her and Georgio's quickly reached for the remote of the stereo and increased the volume, filling the office with the sounds of Madam Butterfly, drowning out Eve's screams of ecstasy.



Alice sat at her mirror alone in the dressing room, making final adjustments to her eye liner and humming Lara's theme when the door opened behind her and someone slipped without a sound.
Alice was to engrossed in what she was doing to notice the woman sneaking up to her.
If she had she would have screamed at the sight of the switchblade in the woman's right hand.
Alice set the eye liner down and carefully look herself over in the mirror and smiled at how beautiful she looked, unaware of the impending danger she was in.
Alice reached for the the pink lipstick where it stood on the make up table and sensually drew it across her pouty lips, first the lower then the higher.
She pressed the list together and puckered them to allow the lipstick to spread evenly and looked at herself in the mirror satisfied that she looked her best for her stage debut.
At that moment she saw the reflection of the woman standing behind her and she gasped in shock.
She recognized the woman and she let out an embarrassed laugh as she covered her eyes in shame with her hand.

"Oh its you. You startled me half to death."
Alice said, unaware of the switchblade in the woman's hand, concealed behind her back.

"Well it doesn't do to leave the job half done, now does it."
The woman replied coldly.

Before Alice could ask her what she meant, the woman clapped her gloved left hand over Alice's freshly painted lips and plunged the switchblade deep into her belly from behind.

"Hhrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
The sounds of Alice's agonized scream couldn't escape the woman's hand.

The pain rushed through Alice from the mortal wound in her gut and she thrashed around in her seat as the pain took hold of her.
She grabbed the woman's hand and tired to pry it away from her mouth but she couldn't budge it.
Her feet flopped uncontrollably on the floor and banged against the legs of the chair and under the make up table.
The stiletto heels of the open toed black heels scratched the floor until the kicking of Alice's feet got so intense that they fell of her pantyhose clad toes.
She desperatly tried to scream over and over but the woman's hand stopped her each time.
A tear ran down from Alice's eye as the pain began to overwhelm her.
Alice could see her penetrated gut in the mirror in front of her where the woman's right hand grasped the switchblade that still stood out of her an inch or two below the bellybutton.
Blood was trickling down her panty's and thighs and the lower part of her transparent blouse was soaked through with it.
She could feel the bloody blouse sticking to her skin, it surprised her how warm it was.
Alice's mind raced to try and understand what was happening.
Why was this happening to her?
What had she done?

Alice's eyes found her killers in the mirror as more tears fell down from her soft hazel brown eyes, begging her to stop.
The woman grinned back at her and sharply twisted the blade in Alice's gut sideways.
Another painfilled scream was muffled by the killer palm as Alice's entire body thrashed harder as a pain she had never know nearly crippled her.
Blood gushed from the horrible wound in her gut.
Her feet kicked harder on the floor and her toes currled so hard they nearly broke.
A final muffled gasp left her and the killer felt the faint exhale of Alice's last breath on her palm as she fell limp in the chair.
The hands fell down to her sides and dangled off of the chair above the floor.
Alice's wide open eyes stared at herself in the mirror horror-struck.
The killer pulled her hand away from Alice's mouth and her head slumped down on the back of the chair and lolled to the right.
Dribbles of blood dripped out of her parted lips and onto her shoulder.
There was no doubt, Alice was dead.
The killer casually ran her hand though her hair and winked at herself in the mirror before she turned on her heel and marched out of the dressing room feeling pleased about her handywork.



Georgio exhaled exhausted as he rolled off of Eve on the floor and to his back.
His face was drenched in sweat and there was a smile on his face, you only see on a man that's just enjoyed nature's greatest pleasure with a woman as magnificent as Eve.
The look on Eve's face was that of utter contentment and she snickered as she hoisted her gown back down her thighs.
It was just as good that she did, the hicky on her inner thigh might raise unwanted questions.
She looked to her left at the man that lay beside her on the floor of her office amongst the contense of her desk.
He looked back at her and they just stared into each others eyes for a moment.
His hand slide over to hers and took it.
Eve knew that she loved him and she hated that he was married, the jealousy she felt towards Gilda was almost overpowering.
She had even tried to make Georgio jealous by attempting to pick up Gavin Monroe at a party a while back but it had failed miserably.
Even though Gavin's rejection had offended her, she couldn't help but feel grateful towards him, his rejection has saved her from making a silly and painful mistake.
Georgio reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cigarette's.

"Got one for me?"
Eve asked.

"For you, anything."
He replied as he offered her one.

They lay there together on the floor in peaceful silence, puffing away without a care in the world.

"Its nice isn't it?"
Georgio asked.

"What is?"
Eve wondered.

"To be able to be with someone and not feel like you have to talk."
Georgio said pleased.

"Yes it is."
She agreed.

"We need to get back before things start."
Eve added, reluctantly. She would have been happy to lie there all night.

After he'd made himself presentable again, Georgio opened the door of the office and just as he was about to walk out, he looked over his shoulder at Eve who was fixing her hair in the mirror on the wall and he smiled to her.
She saw his smile in the mirror and returned it.

"Go. I'll be right behind you."
Eve said with a happy tone in her voice.

Georgio nodded and blew her a kiss before leaving and closing the door after him.
Eve finished her hair quickly and slipped her black heels back on before she hurried to the door.
She grabbed the doorknob and the second she opened the door she received the shock of a lifetime.
Alice's killer stood right in front of her with a piece of an electrical cord strung out between her hands.
Within a second she had hurrled herself at Eve, wrapped the cord around her exposed neck, pulled her down on the floor and straddled her before Eve could do anything to resist.
The woman tightened the cord as hard as she could causing Eve's eyes to bulge and nearly pop out of her head.
She instinctivly grabbed hold of the cord digging into her neck and pulled on it as hard as she could but as much as she did, she could't loosen it or slip her fingers between the wire and her skin.
Eve struggled on the floor under her attacker with all her might, battling for live.
Her feet so kicked frantically on the floor that both of her black heels slipped off of her bare toes and were kicked away as her bare feet continuted to kick on the floor.
Her full breasts heaved furiously against the gown as she desperatly gasped for air that she couldn't get down her throat and into her failing lungs.

Eve's mind shot in all directions as she tired to find a way out of this danger and the confusion and fear she felt also rushed over her as she tired to understand why her friend was strangling her.
Eve stared up into her eyes and she saw the hatred and the enjoyment in the woman's eyes and he rown eyes widened in panic as she understood that this was for real, this woman was set on killing her, there was no mistake about that.
She let go of the cord and hit up at the woman's face but she easily avoided Eve's blows.
Eve then grabbed her hair and yanked on it as hard as she could and the woman vailed in pain but she didn't let go of the cord.

"Stop that you fucking french cunt, you'll fuck up my hair."
The woman hissed at her annoyed.

She yanked even harder on the cord, so hard that it dug itself into Eve's windpipe and nearly snapped it.
The added pressure to her neck drained the strenght to fight back from Eve and the woman's hair slipped from her fingers.
Her face was drained of color and her lungs of air and her vision was fading and blurry.
As she desperately gasped for any ounce of air, her tongue protruded from between her sensual red lips and dangled out of the corner of her mouth.
Her bare feet were no longer kicking on the floor, only twitching as the last breaths of life were expelled from her body.
Every mustle, evert nerve in her beautiful, agonized face was strained and twitching as the life was choked out of her.
She could barely think clearly, the axphyxia had set in and Eve understood that she was done for.
With her last coherant thoughs, Eve thought of Georgio and how much she loved him.
She hoped he'd be able to find out who it was that had killed her, otherwise he would be in danger, she was certain of it.

"Hhhuueerrrrrrggghhhh....."
The final choked gurgle escaped the lips that Georgio had kissed only minutes before.

Eve's hands fell down onto the wooden floor with a loud thud and her feet stopped twitching and lay unmoving.
Her breasts fell still and motionless, the erect nipples poking through the gown's fabric.
The bewitching dark eyes stared unfocused back at the woman, all life gone out of them.
Eve had been throttled to death.

The woman kept tugging on the cord wrapped around Eve's throat for a good minute or two after she was dead, just to be absolutly sure that she was in fact stone cold dead.
Then she let go of it and left it around Eve's brused neck.
She lowered herself down to Eve so their faces were only inches apart and she gazed into Eve's pale face, especially the bloodshot blankly staring eyes that looked back up at her.
She reached out and ran her hand across Eve's cheek, stroking it but she made sure to avoid the tongue dangling out of Eve's mouth or the trail of saliva running from it.

"I thought you'd never die, you lothsome cunt."
The woman whispered pleased to Eve's ear, who couldn't hear her.

The woman then gently ran her index finger down Eve's throat and towards the ample breasts that no one would ever handle again.
She took a moment to carefully admire Eve's breasts.

"Well I can certainly see the appeal."
She muttered to herself.

The woman pulled out a small digital tape recorder and laughed as she slipped it into Eve's cleavage much like a dollar bill is slipped inside a strippers bra.
A note was attached to the tape recorder that said...PLAY ME GEORGIO.
She then dismounted Eve's corpse and walked quickly out of the office, leaving Eve spread-eagled and all alone on the floor.
She couldn't be late, the curtain was due to rise in a few minutes.


Chapter 3. Here we go again.
Coming soon.