Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

After lurking about for a few minutes, Abigail took off her helmet and then managed to slip past the guards without an invite after a few minutes of intense flirting. Successfully infiltrating the place was the easy part. Now the other easy part began. She made her way to Scaglioni's table that was filled up with all sorts of beautiful and exotic woman. All of which were regulars here. That meant she was the new girl. That basically meant that she had it in the bag. Geno put the scag in Scaglioni. He had to fuck every attractive girl that entered the place, after all. She chuckled to herself. She was so funny. It didn't take long for that pigs eyes to begin moving down to Abigail's breasts. Perhaps the sweater dress she was wearing wasn't a good seducing mechanism, but she wouldn't have been able to hide her weapons very well in anything tight. Purses were also way too suspicious and ran the risk of getting searched. Slowly, the short stocky man excused himself from the table and approached her. She pretended to look lost, knowing his type enjoyed pretending to want to help. Well hello there, little lady. I've never seen you before. I don't know who invited you, but I'm sure glad they did... His voice was dry and crackly, as if he had been smoking for decades. probably had. Really, Mr. Scaglioni? Why is that? I'm certainly not dressed like the other women here. She subtly swayed her hips and pretended to be intimidated by the two dollar whores that inhabited the place. The man chuckled and then pulled her close to him, his arm around her waist. He was about three inches shorter than Abigail was...maybe around 5'6. How could a man as diminutive as him run a fucking mafia? Well sweetie, He began, beginning to lead her towards the stairs that led to the second floor. To tell you the truth, I do like the way you dress...its classy and leaves a lot to the imagination, and I have a pretty damn good imagination. He grinned at her, and it took every goddamn fiber of her being to smile back. She would take good pleasure in ridding this grease ball from society. As they made their way up the stairs, he lowered his hand to her shapely ass and squeezed. She giggled playfully and continued walking. There weren't any guards up here. What the fuck? Was he really that stupid? Security is so tight downstairs, but no one is here... She said innocently as the man opened the door to his room. He gave her a light push inside and closed the door. She heard the unmistakable click of a lock and grinned. Who was locking who in? Security? The only people allowed in here is me and my women, The man began as he made his way to his chair. He looked her up and down again and then reached down to his desk. And I can defend myself against a woman. He took out his gun and simply showed it to her with a smirk. She pretended to look surprised and scared, but secretly she was amused. Don't worry, I won't use it on you if you're a good girl...Now come sit in Daddies lap... This guy was seriously making it hard not to kill him right there. She had already came up with a plan though to tranq this bastard so that when her doppleganger popped up he would just think he was sleeping. Then she would simply hide underneath the desk and pop him and the pig when he got close enough. She walked to him, pretending to be nervous and unsure of herself. That just got them off even more. Straddling herself on the mans lap, she could feel his pathetic excuse for a hard on underneath her and wished she had worn panties for this operation. The first thing the man reached for were here breasts, and he grabbed them hard and squeezed them. Hot damn, I haven't felt a pair of natural tits as big as these in weeks! He shouted. She just smiled at him and then grinded against him a little. He made a noise resembling that of a pig grunting. Ooh, you're a take charge kind of girl...I like that... He said, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes. He was just making this sooo much easier. She continued grinding while slipping her hand up her dress and taking out a syringe, then hiding it behind her back. With her free hand, she pressed her body against him and began to give him the best kiss had ever had while continuing to move her hips. Suddenly, while the man was enjoying the kiss, she took hold of his hair and pulled back violently and then stabbed him in the neck with they syringe, pushing down on the injector. She felt his muffled screams of surprise while she kissed him before he passed out. She took out the syringe and slipped it back into her holster. Sweet dreams. She said with a smirk and then removed herself from his lap. Slapping the back of his head, he landed face down on the desk and she set him up so that it looked like he had passed out from too much drugs or something. Sweet dreams...I'm on a roll today. She giggled.