The Assassin’s Game - Sex Stories

The Assassin’s Game

... noise, especially a metallic click and Mason would be warned. Despite his age, his hearing still seemed as sharp as ever. Eva leaped through the door planting her feet wide apart, bent at the knees and braced, she was in position to fire. She pulled the trigger as quickly as possible. Three silenced thuds into the wrapped up figure on the bed. Pillow dust! Something was wrong. It was like a blur, so fast she couldn’t react in time. The cord was around her neck. Just as quickly, it tightened. Eva attempted to shoot her pistol back over her shoulder. One thud and a bullet went into the wall by the bathroom. A strong hand knocked the gun from her hand. The garrote was knotted against her throat and she felt the powerful force of a knee in her back. All of her martial arts training was useless at this point. Eva thought, ‘Why now, why – ?’ ****************** Mason felt Eva’s body go limp. He carried her naked body over to the bed and lay her on it. Her lifeless eyes stared unmoving at the ceiling. Grabbing his jeans off the floor and digging into the pocket he pulled out his cell phone and dialed. “It’s done,” Mason spoke into the phone, “send over the cleaners.” Mason gathered up the rest of his clothes and got dressed. He looked at Eva and thought to himself, ‘What a waste of a great fuck.' He turned and quickly exited the room. Two women and one man dressed as hotel maid service were pushing a cleaning cart down the hall in his direction. Their eyes barely met his. As Mason ...

... turned the corner he saw them entering Eva’s room. Mason took the stairs down to the main floor and left through the main lobby. As soon as he exited the front door, the hotel concierge stepped into the security room behind the front desk and turned the security camera back on. Mason kick started his Triumph. The engine roared and he took off out of the parking lot. Just a few blocks away he turned into a dark alley. A large white van was waiting with the back doors open and a ramp set up. Mason drove his bike up the ramp into the back of the van and switched the engine off. Mason said to the very large black man sitting in the driver seat of the van, “Take care of this baby, it’s an antique, a 1965. I spent the past six years restoring this. It’s like brand new. I guess it’s the only thing I love.” “No problem,” the man said, “no one will touch it until you pick it up.” Mason jumped out of the back of the van, pushed the ramp inside and closed the two back doors. He then walked down the street, turned the corner and was at the river front. There he saw a flat bottomed boat. Two large men seemed to be busy arranging some barrels on the boat. “The river is quiet tonight,“ Mason said. “It isn’t so quiet upstream,” the older man replied. Knowing that was the password, Mason hopped aboard the boat and the engine roared to life. They started down stream toward the ocean. Mason stood at the edge of the boat watching as the city lights disappeared behind them. No one said a word. ...