Diego~

It was a cold, dark, stormy night, and had just finished one of my biggest jobs to date. I was feeling good about the job I had completed, and was ready to go home, pour myself a drink, and relax. The moment I stepped foot outside, lightning lit up the sky, creating one hell of a spectacular light show, followed by loud bangs, and crackles of thunder. Knowing my car was parked about three blocks down, and had no umbrella with, I began sprinting down the busy sidewalks of downtown New York. I tried avoiding bumping into the people walking towards me, but each time I bumped into someone, I got shoved, and called nasty obscenities.

My phone started ringing, and as I looked over to my right, I saw a bar, ran across the street, and quickly opened the door, stepping inside. Before reaching into my upper pocket to grab my cell phone, I shook the excess water off my hand. "Hello," I answered annoyed, when I didn't recognize the number.

Diego?

"Yes, it is, what can I help you with?"

I have a job that needs to be done, and would like to meet with you ASAP.

"I just stepped into a bar to take your call, and if you would like to meet me here, now. I can wait."

I'll leave immediately, where can I find you?

"I'm at the..." I started saying, until I realized I wasn't sure which bar I was in, and looked around me until I saw a poster on the wall. "I'm at the Beavers Club on 9th street."

Without saying another word, he hung up. As I stepped further into the bar, I looked around to find a place to sit. The bar was dark, with candles lighting up the tables, jazz music playing in the background, and beautiful cocktail waitresses walking around half naked, wearing a sexy display of leather body suits, fishnet tights, and their breasts nearly bulging out the top, as well as what I would call... fuck me boots.

Just as I find a table further away from everyone, and sit down, a cocktail waitress walks over. "What can I get for you?" she asks. I leaned back into my seat, looked up at her, and noticed a sexy woman with long blonde hair, and deep brown eyes, staring back at me. "Bourbon on the rocks... and make that a double please." I couldn't help looking away from her eyes, to focus on her breasts. They were nicely sized, firm, and ready to pop out of her outfit, that it had me wanting to place my face right into them, and have a little fun.

"I'll be right back with that." she said with a nice smile.

I couldn't help but watch her walk away, the way her ass moved just right while walking in her fuck me boots, was quite sexy, and a huge turn on. I bit down onto my bottom lip, while tapping my fingers on the table, and thinking I could make love to her all fucking night, how can I not with a body like that?

She walked back over, set a napkin down in front of me, and placed my glass of bourbon onto the napkin. As she was about to walk away, I reached my hand out, grabbing a hold of hers, and smiled as I looked at her. "You have a name?" I asked lowly.

"Hazel... yours?" she responded with a smirk.

Hazel, I thought to myself, unsure if it was her real name, or a stage name. Being that I was waiting for a client, I figured I'd get to know a little more about her. She had me curious, and was even more curious if I would be able to get her in my bed. "You married? Single?"

She smiled, and giggled nervously, "Actually, I just broke up with my boyfriend a couple weeks ago."

Interesting, I muttered, while picking up my drink. "Diego, my name is Diego Lombardi." I say, taking a sip.

"Nice to meet you... Diego." she responded, while looking at him curiously. Trying to figure him out.

I looked over her shoulder, and could see a man who I assumed was Mr. Alexander looking around for me, and waved my hand, trying to get his attention. He caught my attention, walked over, and sat down directly across from me. He looked at me darkness in his eyes, before looking at Hazel. "I'll have a scotch and water, please." he said, sounding stern.

"Thank you for meeting me on such short notice." Mr. Alexander says, sounding desperate.

It had me curious as to why he wanted to meet this late at night, and how demanding he was about it. I picked up my drink, and looked away, hoping nobody was around to hear them talking. "What kind of service can I do for you?"

Hazel came back over with a drink in hand, and as she set the drink down in front Mr. Alexander, I couldn't help but notice him staring directly at her chest. "Thank you, Hazel." I say politely, since his eyes were glued to what I was hoping to get later from her.

"Anything else I can get you two?"

Mr. Alexander looked at her, and raised his hand, waving for her to go away. "No, we're good." he said.

As she started walking away, I couldn't help keeping my eyes off her. I wanted her, and wanted her bad, that I hoped this meeting with Mr. Alexander wasn't going to take too long, so I could talk more with her. "Ahem." I hear Mr. Alexander clear his throat, wanting my attention. My eyes focus back over to him, as he's pulling a picture out of his top pocket, and slides it across the table for me to see.

"This woman here, I need you to take her out," he says demandingly.

I pick up the picture, look at it, and all I see is a beautiful woman. "Take her out on a date?" I ask curiously.

"No, you idiot, I want you to get rid of her... she's been stealing from my company, as well as sleeping around with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. Nobody crosses me like that," he said angrily.

I pick up my drink, and take another sip while studying her face. "She's very beautiful, and have never killed a woman before... I'm not so sure I can take this job," I say truthfully.

"And why is that? I was told you're the best that money can buy, and that you can kill anybody."

I take another drink, and let out a slight laugh. "I have never taken a woman out before."

An evil laugh came out of him, and reached inside his jacket. "Well, I'll pay you whatever you want, I'll give you half now, and the other half when she's gone." He slides a manila envelope over to me, while I'm taking a drink, and was shocked with what he said next. "Here's $500,000, and I'll pay you another $500,000 when she's finished... that is, if this is what you want, I can always pay you more."

I choked at the sound of him wanting to pay me a million dollars to get rid of her, and looked at the picture once again. "Is she your wife?" I ask curiously, while wiping away the bourbon that splashed out of my mouth.

"No, she's my fiancé. And if you decide to take this job, I'm only giving you one month to complete the job," he says, furrowing his eyebrows.

Wow, I thought to myself. "It's a good offer."

He cleared his throat, folded his hands, and leaned forward with seriousness in his eyes, "So, now the question is, will you do it, or do I have the wrong guy?"

I was liking the offer he gave me, and for one million dollars how can I say no? I shake my head, and pushed my drink to the side to lean closer to him. "I'll do it... one month you say?"

He leaned back, and grinned. "One month is all I'll give you. During that month, I want you to follow her, watch her, and report her every single move back to me, Got it?"

For some reason I didn't believe everything he was telling me, but then again, I have no idea who he is, or who she is, and wouldn't know until I saw, and watched her. I tilted my head to the side, and scrunched my eyebrows as I looked at him. "And what if she isn't doing any of what you're telling me?"

He looked away from me, and across the room, waving his hand for the waitress to come over. "Get us another round," he says, as she approached our table.

"She's doing everything I've told you, and if you don't believe a word I'm saying, I have witnesses you can talk to," he insisted. "Either way, I'm paying you good money to do a job, don't question me."

Hazel came back with our drinks, and smiled as she set them down. "I'll take our tab," he tells her.

"You'll kill her either way." He demanded after she walked away, he pulled another envelope out of his pocket, and handed it to me. "Everything you need to know is in this envelope, addresses, times, and places of where she goes every day, etcetera."

Mr. Alexander was then handed the bill, "Thank you, you two... you both have a good night."

He quickly looked at the bill, and handed her a hundred-dollar bill, "Keep the change," he says. He then finished his drink, stood up, and walked over to me, shaking my hand. "I'll give you one day to think about it, and if you happen to change your mind, I want the money returned to me immediately," he says before walking away.

I shoved the envelope with money into my jacket pocket, and picked her picture up off the table to look at her again. She's very beautiful with long dark hair, blue-green eyes, and one hell of a beautiful smile. I look down, and see the other envelope he handed me and looked inside to see what her everyday moves were. Hmm, I hummed, thinking this one will be easy.

I put the envelope, and picture away as I looked around the bar, and noticed how the bar was clearing out. As Hazel was walking over to me, I ask "Is this place closing?"

"It closes in fifteen minutes; I was coming over to see if you would like to go to another bar that's still open, it's just around the corner."

I smiled "I would like that, but first, I'll take one more."

As the bar closes, I stand outside in the cold pouring rain, waiting for her to come out. She finally walked out, smiling, and I had to look twice, when I hardly recognized her. She was now wearing a tight forming mini black dress, and was still wearing those wonderful sexy fuck me boots. "Ready?" she asks.

Wow, I whispered under my breath. "I'm ready." I said, placing my hand on the small of her back. She popped open her umbrella as we started walking, and walked me over to the other bar she was talking about. As we walked in, I noticed the bar and the people inside looking a little questionable, it looked like a dive bar, there wasn't too many people inside, but felt it was good enough to have a drink, and talk. We sit down at the other end of the bar, away from the others, and waited for the bartender to walk over to us.

"I'll have a vodka cranberry," she says, after the bartender asked what we were having.

"Double bourbon on the rocks, please."

She looks at me, and smiled "You sure like your bourbon, don't you?"

"I like a good bourbon." I say, as the bartender sets our drinks down in front of us. I couldn't help stare at her, she was fucking sexy, and how she smelled like vanilla, jasmine, and sandalwood, had me wanting her more. I want you to fuck me, is the reading I got from those big brown eyes of hers, as I stared into them. As much as I'd like to hang out with her more often, but with my line of work, I knew my job wouldn't allow it, and didn't want to be putting her into any kind of danger.

"What do you do for work?" she asks, placing her straw into her mouth.

I knew the question was going to come up, and picked up my drink, taking a sip on it for a bit, while trying to think of what to say. "I'm self-employed... I do business deals throughout the U.S., nothing too exciting." I say, hoping she won't ask anything more about my job.

The longer we sat at the bar, talking about ourselves, I kept noticing how she would rest her hand on my leg, and would inch it closer to my throbbing cock. I could tell she wanted me, it had me growing excited, and wanting to take her home, and to fuck the shit out of her.

I was feeling the effects of the alcohol kicking in, and knew it was time for me to leave. I paid our tab, and as we stepped outside, I looked at her, thinking I should make sure she got home safe. "Do you live far?"

She smiled, and pointed "I live right up the street, in those apartments. You can walk me home if you would like?"

"I can do that." I say, unsure if she was inviting me over for a rendezvous. I was happy to see that the thunderstorm had stopped, but as I walked her home, little droplets of rain kept hitting the top of my head. The closer we got to her apartment building, the darker it became with the streetlights being burned out, and happened to step into a huge puddle.

"We're here, would you like to come up?"

I knew what she was inviting me up for by the way she asked, and looked at her with a grin. "Sure." She opened the door, and as we walked into the building, the strong musty smell hit my nose, that had me raising my eyebrows, and scrunching my nose. The building looked run down, with paint chipping away from the walls, and ceiling, and as you walked up the stairs, all you could hear was creaking at each step.

"I know it's not the greatest, but it's all I can afford around here."

"Yeah, it could use an updating around here, better yet... torn down, and rebuilt." I say was we get to the second floor, and see two doors on each side of me. She opens the door to our left, flips on the light switch, and has me step inside. As I step in and look inside, I hear the door shut, the deadbolt lock, and her sliding on the safety chain. I turn around to say something to her, and she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me hard.

I didn't resist her kiss, and pressed her up against the door, kissing her back harder, while cupping the sides of her face. I pressed my body harder against hers, and parted away from her lips, to ravish her neck. I tilted her head to the side, wanting to give me better access, and heard a moan escape her lips, as I hit the soft spot on her neck.

She reached for my hands, and slid herself away from the door, inviting me to her bedroom. I knew I had a pocket full of money, and carefully took off my jacket, placing it on the chair in the corner of her room, while making sure the handgun in the pocket, didn't fall out. I turned around as she was pulling her dress up over her head, and liked what I saw, her large breasts. I quickly removed my clothes as I walked towards her, and shoved her down onto the bed, crashing my lips to hers.

I kissed her hard, and penetrated my tongue deeply into her mouth. while cupping her breasts. The size of her breasts had me groaning with excitement, and wanting my lips wrapped around her erected nipples, that I released my lips from hers, and trailed my tongue on down to her breasts, licking, flicking, and sucking on each of her nipples.

As I trailed my hands up and down the sides of her body, and felt how soft and silky her skin was, it had my insides feeling wild, and started kissing her body along down to her navel, and the closer I got to the pool, the thirstier I became. I spread her legs wide, and dug my face into the warm pool, to quench my thirst. The taste of her had me wanting more of her, and wanting to show what a good time being with me was.

I continued teasing, and satisfying her swollen button, that when she started moaning louder, twitching her body, and arching her back, I knew I gave her an orgasm and thrusted my tongue inside her, tasting her juices, "Oh my g...." she squealed, while tugging on my hair. "Don't stop." she cried out louder. The more she twitched, the more excited I got while pleasuring her. She reached behind her, grabbed a pillow, and placed it over her face, trying to muffle her screams.

I stopped pleasuring her, wiped my mouth, and reached over the bed for my pants, pulling my wallet out, and grabbed a condom. I dropped my wallet, opened the wrapper, and quickly put the condom on my throbbing cock, and moved back over to her, kissing her hard on the lips.

Her hands moved up to the back of my head, and pressed me harder against her lips. I reached down, and placed my pleasure pump at her opening, and slowly thrusted into her to accompany my size. I started slowly moving in and out, and as she adjusted to my size, I started thrusting harder, faster, and deeper.

"Fuck me," she begged loudly, while panting hard.

I wanted her satisfied, and to fulfil her satisfaction, I raised her legs up over my shoulders, and thrusted in hard, as far in as I could go. Her moaning, and smiling, had my thrusting faster, and faster, that I got a little too excited, and felt myself getting ready to release. I grunted, and groaned until I released, and crashed my lips to hers as she dug her nails into my back, and shook while she too orgasmed. I lowered her legs, and thrusted a couple hard thrusts, making sure I was completely empty.

"Wow... that was amazing," she says, heavily breathing. "I fucking needed that."

I rolled onto my back, and laid there for a moment, trying to regain my breathing, rolled my head to the side to look at her. "I wasn't expecting for this to happen, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping for it to happen."

She happily hummed, and scooted closer to me, wrapping her arm around my chest. I rested my hand on top of hers, and laid a few minutes longer. I looked over at her, saw she was sleeping, but then realized she was passed out. I chuckled quietly, and slowly rolled out of the bed to get dressed. After I got all my clothes on, I looked on the floor, and inside my pockets, making sure everything I came with, was still there, in my pocket.

Walking to the door, I look around and couldn't believe the shithole she lives in, and shook my head in disbelief. I walked into her kitchen, looking for a pen, and paper to write on, and found what looked like to me, junk mail, and wrote on the back of the envelope: I had a wonderful night, Thank you. I'll be seeing you around. Take care of yourself.
Diego

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Edited: 11/17/2019