Hitman - 3

She lay on the balcony chaise, naked except for a tiny pink g string.  There was a voyeur in the penthouse across the way, a higher level, with a star gazer telescope she’d noticed was often suspiciously pointed elsewhere.  She liked to think that her pink g string gave the distant illusion of total nakedness. She’d concluded some dot come geek was sacking off with his little peepee looking at her while looking down at her. That amused her.

However ,she liked her privacy.  She’d leave him an illusion. But, she had some propriety.  Not much, but some.  Before trying out exotic dancing and finally being an escort she’d put cameras through out her cheap student apartment and let voyeurs watch her every day.  Her digs were a lot richer today and she knew the guy with the telescope had to be rich to have his penthouse.  She saw her present state as advertising. Just walking over to his building if she needed to she was sure she could get back on her investment.  Like a lay away plan.  A tease.

She didn’t like bikini top tan lines any time.  This afternoon the sun was tanning her all over perfectly.  The balcony wasn’t the beach but it would do. She did her best thinking after lying in the sun.

He’d hole up. She knew that.  She had to come up with a way to get him out of his hidey hide.  Of course she knew where that was. But she couldn’t figure what was the best way. She didn’t see herself getting in given the security.  She’d normally wait but the customer was impatient.  

She sat up to take a sip from the star on her cranberry and Sosa.  She glanced at her nails painted purple with little silver starts. Looking down at her body, she liked what she saw, her gaze following the line between the lovely foothills of her chest to the flat plain of her firm belly all the way down to the pink.  She liked her thighs and legs, her skin glistening with cococanut oil, her toes painted with matching purple without the stars.  

She thought of finding a man to pleasure her,  A good sized cock would be nice after Marcie . But she had work to do.  She couldn’t afford too much distraction.  It  wasn’t good for business. Especially when the clock was ticking on her own life.

“Diversion,” she thought.  “I need a diversion.”   

Reaching for her cell phone she called the arms distributor she knew best. She’d be glad to help her. For a price. She could afford the price.  Once she botched the margin didn’t matter.  All that mattered was completing the job that she’d begun.  

“Hello, Angel, I need some special items.”

( She stated the order in the approved code. A bakery was an excellent cover. Today she wanted  two apple rhubarb  pies , both with extra whipping cream.) 

“ There is a time consideration. I need the ordered filled tomorrow evening. Not much notice but I’ve only just planned the party.”

‘Thank you, darling. I’m so glad. I knew I could count on you.”

She hung up.  Standing she faced  the star gazer.  Cupping her full breasts with her hands she stroked them briefly be fore doing a little pirouette and reaching down for the cell phone she’d left on the table beside the chaise. Her legs just happened to remain straight and her butt just happened to show at it’s best.   She wondered if he had a camera attached to his telescope. That would be a fine shot indeed.  She stood quickly straight up stretching her hands over her head. 

She walked inside and crossed  the bed room.  Her walk in closet accessed   the gold tiled shower and 8 foot long porcelain bath. She especially liked the antique Victorian fixtures.  She was also thankful to have found a landlord  that accepted cash  for the whole cost of the condo.  She suspected a biker organization. She hadn’t even asked when strata fees seemed on the rather high side. She wondered though about her neighbours. They all might not be as shady as she but they weren’t squeaky clean.  Everyone minded their own business.  

 She certainly wasn’t one to call the police if she heard shots.  She had but that was only once in the first year she’d been there. What sounded like WW3 had erupted in the lobby.   She thought it good that management  the lobby by the next morning.   All evidence of what had became known as the “domestic dispute” gone by the afternoon.  She’d heard by elevator rumor mill  a dozen relatives were involved.  The tenant hadn’t been bothered though  thanks to the excellent surveillance.  Tenants supplied their own security but the buildings surveillance system extending to the surrounding neighbourhood was state of the art.

She liked the surveillance. The second elevator and the service Shute were very nice features.  In case you wanted to leave by the back door or meet visitors unannounced.

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She figured the neighbouring buildings were owned by the same consortium.  Maybe the masturbator across the way wasn’t just a geek.  She picked out a towel and hung it on the wall. She slipped off her g string and stepped into the shower.  As the hot water cascaded down her slender body and the room filled with steam she thought again that the diversion was the best idea.