Thread: Murder and Mistresses! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

Murder and Mistresses It had been friendship at first sight for Yvonne Stravoski , when she had met Jessica at work, both women found solace in being powerful department heads who did not have to answer to men, though it was clear from the start that Yvonne was far more aggressive, bossy, even domineering in her work. People called her a bitch, but only behind her back. She was wicked and ruthless and always got what she wanted, and that was fine, it was a boon to the company. A boon, until she decided that one of the things she wanted was Jessica of course. A slow realization had then crept up on her, one which told her that she wasn't just interested in men, that women had something more to offer her as well. It had not taken long to get close to her, a few after meeting coffee's, some brunches away from the office, then some weekend conventions where she ended up heading back to Jessica's suite after a few drinks at the bar... just to talk. Of course she talked best when she was whispering filth into Jess's ear during a meeting, or while driving some strap on toy into her tightest holes... or plundering screams from her hoarse throat as she fucked the hot bodied and blooded red head up against some wall... or bent over the CEO's desk. A lashing of tongue against her clit or burying her fingers deep in her pussy or ass? That was often the only way to end a day and take away the stress and pressure of a high paying and powerful job, and Yvonne had experienced some of the most intense orgasms of her thirty something years, while grinding the hot wet lips of her cunt into Jessica's face. Yvonne feasted on the red head and loved every second of it, yet she was annoyed each day, each week, each passing month as time and time again her requests for Jessica to leave the woman, Anna , she was 'married' to slowly began to grate on her nerves. Rubbish about waiting for the right time, about financial considerations, it all began to build up until one day she decided that Jessica was never going to leave the whore... unless she was pushed. Pushing could be as simple as letting them get discovered fucking somewhere, but that wasn't Yvonne's style and it could be messy, causing issues at work. Not everyone was enlightened and free, even in a world slipping slowly into the grasp of the lunatic liberals. If people at work knew they were lovers things could get awkward, for Yvonne's relationship with her family at least... and she was the one that mattered here. She was the bit on the side, the mistress, and that annoyed her greatly, even more than the thought that every night where Jess should be lying next her, being fucked by her, she was instead laying naked in another womans bed, Anna, the real bitch of the company who had laid a claim to Jess and staked it down hard. Well, enough was enough. tonight things would be different, tonight things would be changed forever. She had not even given it that much thought, the plan was simple, make it look like Jessica walked out after a spat and vanished, simple and straight forward enough. Would it work? Did she even care? Of course she had to do things herself, she couldnt let someone else handle it, it would be too much work having to dispose of such a loose end. No. The large house where Anna and Jessica lived was set back from the road, secluded, enough... and she had a way to get in. She'd fucked Jessica there enough times, twice in their own sweet main bedroom, although Jess had likely had the sheets laundered afterwards, not wanting to risk Anna returning from some wok trip to find the stench of their sex reeking in her palatial home. No... enough of that, the hot red head was hers and now she was going to stake her own claim. Lounging on the back of a couch facing the entrance door, Yvonne waited, revolver in one hand an a glass of wine within reach of the other. She was wearing gloves, of course, but the rest of her outfit was liquid sex which had been sprayed onto her body. The light pink and cream dress was obscenely short and hugged her curves as it should, with her long legs stretching out bare and naked, but for the cream closed toe heels. The shoes sported spikes which, even now, were creasing grooves into the expensive leather of the seat she was perched on. She kept thumbing the safety of the thirty eight calibre revolver she held, hefting it every so often to point it at the door. She wasn't sure who she wanted to shoot, Jess or her whore of a 'wife'. She snorted at the concept, having been brought up properly by her parents, she figured same sex marriage was laughable, an abomination in the eyes of god. She much preferred the sin of fucking another woman to the blessed matrimony aspect. She didn't want to be blessed, she liked doing things that were wrong. Fucking another woman was wrong, loving another woman was wrong, killing another woman was wrong... all good in her eyes. It was so wrong that the thought of it sent pleasant shivers and shudders through her taut wired body as she waited. She even had time to realise that, ultimately, she got off on the fact that she was fucking a married woman. Laughable, yet a turn on at the same time. She heard the scrunch of tires on gravel, the engine fading away as it was killed, the slamming of the car doors, one after the other. She took another sip of wine, lifting the gun and aiming down the iron sights towards the door, along the sleek metal top of the gun and along the large fat silencer which was attached tto the end. The black metal shone in the light which was shining in from outside, the lights activating upon the arrival of the car. They were getting in late from a dinner she had heard Jess say they had planned, some anniversary or something, something she could not get out of. It was pathetic. That annoyed her as well, everything seemed to be annoying her this evening. Even the fact that she had been stroking the silencer trough the lips of her cunt earlier, thinking about how it would feel to fuck it into Jessica, to punish her for forcing her to go as far as she had gone. No.. she wasn't going to pull the trigger on her, it was Anna who was the problem, Anna who was influencing Jess, forcing her to stay with her when she didn't want to. She was the whore who needed to be dealt with. The further scrunch of heels on gravel, then heels on paving, reached her ears. She could tell from the clicking sounds who was who. She waited, downing the rest of the glass of wine, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she lifted the gun and aimed it at the door. Sitting to the side and a fair way back, Anna was not going to see her until it was way too late. She thumbed back the hammer, took aim, waiting, waiting, waiting, stopping the slight tremble in her hand, focusing all her bile and hate into one golden shot that she was going to drill into that fucking whores face the moment it appeared. Anna walked in, tossing her car keys onto a side table, Jessica behind her closed the door and Yvonne found herself staring into her eys as she caught them with her own cool cold stare. She pointed the revolver straight at Jessica for a few long drawn out heart beats, long enough for Anna to open her mouth as she felt the scrunch of plastic underfoot and turned on the interior light, a quizzical look on her face as she turned to ask Jessica why there was plastic all over the floor and plastered up the wall next to her. Her expression was one of annoyance, am emotion Yvonne knew only too well. It was also the last expression she would ever display, as a loud bang sent a bullet smashing into the side of her head. she dropped like a sack of potatoes, crumpling in place without a word. Yvonne sprang up to her feet and walked over to her, smiling at Jessica, before emptying the gun into Anna's cooling corpse until the weapon delivered only clicks with each pull of the trigger. The shots had been louder than she had expected, but no matter. Ding dong, the bitch is dead. she said with a smirking laugh, turning to Jessica. She drank in the sight of her, from head to toe, before bringing her eyes to rest on hers. Long live the bitch. she added smiling now, Now there's no fucking excuse you can use to stay away from. Come here. Come here and show me how fucking grateful you are, for me delivering you from that fucking evil. Convince me that I just shot the right bitch. she spat the words out, lifting one foot to step on Anna's body, grinding a heel into her blood soaked face with a look of contempt.