I tiptoed to the set of double doors that led to the balcony outside my presidential suite . I quietly slid the door open and closed and looked back to see if I had woke up the man asleep in the bed;he was out cold.
The cold night air tore right through the thin red teddy that I wore with only a pair of red stilettos that strapped at my ankle. I lazily leaned over the balcony and yawned, patting my mouth twice. I saw car lights flash twice in the parking lot and I turned to go back inside. The man was still asleep.
Five minutes later there was a tap at the door. I glanced at the clock that sat on the nightstand;12:32a.m.. I crept to the door and opened it. Two men dressed in business suits stood there with black gloves on. "You're two minutes late!" I stepped aside to let them in.
"Damn, this shit nice! Nigga got this shit decked out! I dig it," the tallest of the two was talking loud as hell. I glanced at the shorter man and shook my head.
"You couldn't have brought a smarter tag along?"
"Naw, stop actin. You know he good for it. Plus, I needed the extra muscle."
"No, you don't. Your muscles are just fine," I responded, playful squeezing his arm. "Now, down to business."
I walked over to the other side of the room, feeling the two men staring at my ass the whole time, and grabbed the glass of ice water that sat on the table. I walked back towards the bed, winked at the shortest man, and threw the water into the sleeping man's face.
The two men in business suits were pulling on face masks as the sleeping man became a sputtering man. I stood at the end of the bed and and watched as he struggled with the handcuffs that I had placed on him after I had drugged him.
"What the hell is going on here?" He sounded alarmed, I laughed. He should be very alarmed.
"Funny you should ask," I spoke softly,"because i'm pretty sure that's what the police will be asking in the morning." I chuckled as he began franticly tugging at the cuffs on his wrists. "Gag this nigga, Kay!" The shortest of the two men stepped forward with a dirty rag, stuffing it into the man's mouth. I walked over to the dresser and started pulling them all open. "The safe is in the closet under a box a shoes," I said, referring to a floor safe that I had seen the man go to earlier that night," combination 2-13-32."
The tallest goon rushed into the closet, leaving me and Kay alone with the victim. "I thought I told yo ass not to wear this shit." Kay had walked up behind me and was pressing me against the dresser. I elbowed him in the ribs. "Work now, play later. 15 minutes or less remember?"
He nodded walked over to the night stand, rubbing his side. I glanced at him out the corner of my eye and smiled. I continued to go through the drawers pulling out anything of worth and throwing it into a black duffel bag. Kay was grabbing all the liquor from the bar and placing it in a box that had been under the bed. The other goon had come out of the closet and was standing by the door holding a duffel bag that looked like it was ready to explode.
"Damn," Kay stuttered, walking over to exam the bag,"how much in this bitch, Ro?"
"Eight hundred g's."
That stopped me in my tracks. Eight hundred g's? What the hell was this man? A bank robber? Who in the hell brings a hooker to a nice as hotel for a $50 blow job when you sitting on over half a mil?
We had been watching this guy for months so we knew that he had money. We knew that he worked at a local law firm and that he was married with twin boys. Hell, we even knew that his unlucky son of a bitch took the family to church every Sunday and out to Red Lobster afterwards. We had planned this whole damn night to the T and figure that we would walk away with about four hundred thousand;this was double that. "Let's wrap this shit up. We got stops to make."
I strolled over to the man who had been rocking in the handcuffs and mumbling through the gag for the past ten minutes. I held my hand out and Kay passed me a hunting knife from inside is suite pocket. The man's eyes became big as hell as he watched my every move. I ungagged him.
"Please! Just take the money. You don't have to do this. I won't tell. I have plenty of money. I have a family. Look...There in my wallet. Picture of my family. They need me. My boys need me...!" He begged for his life;I smiled. This is why I had removed the gag. This was pleasure to me. Hearing a man beg for his life at the hands of little ol' me. Seeing the fear in his eyes right before I ended his life. I enjoyed it all!
***WILL FINISH IN THE A.M. BECAUSE MY COMP ERASED THE LAST BIT SO IT WILL BE FROM MEMORY! PLUS, ME SLEEPY && COLD***