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TOO MANY DEAD GIRLS!!!
2021-08-30 by Skeebo
I'd just spent the last few months contracting for the Russian mob, so this last job was supposed to be a vacation by comparison. All I had to do was kill a nice, sweet college girl. Eva was her name. The file included a picture. She was beautiful, maybe 22, with luminous blue eyes and a thick shock of brown hair. I could tell that she'd be fun to kill.

By the time I'd picked the lock on her apartment door, I was already spending the contract money in my head. I could hear someone humming an asinine pop song in the back as I crept through the halls. The thick carpet silenced my footfalls perfectly. This was almost too easy. I rounded a corner and peered through the doorway. A feminine figure stood in the bedroom with her back toward me. It looked like she was in the middle of changing.

Eva was more tan and fit than she looked in her picture. The black bra and panties she wore did nothing to hide her athletic physique. She was still humming to herself as she leaned down, pushing a lock of thick brown hair over one ear as she smoothed a dress out on the bed. Her ass looked good enough to eat. When I'd crept up behind her, I allowed my crotch to bump against her firm, ripe buttocks.

You have to keep things fresh when you've been in this business as long as I have.

Her humming faltered as she straightened, not exactly sure what had happened. That's when I whipped the garrote around her neck. It was a good, strong rope between two wooden handles. It sank deep into her soft throat as I pulled it tight with a practiced motion. A jolt ran through the young co-ed's body as I yanked her back against me. She made a high squeak as her air was suddenly and brutally shut off.

And then we danced.

She was stronger than I'd expected, but not nearly strong enough. Ah, killing girls is such a joy! She thrashed and elbowed and flailed, and for a few wild moments we careened around the small bedroom, but I kept the rope tight around her throat. She gasped and moaned desperately, all the familiar sounds of a dying woman trying so desperately to cling to life. But there was nothing she could do.

Things were going exactly according to plan when she'd become weak enough to play with. I carefully maneuvered us both to stand in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. I liked to watch girls die, and this was the first time I'd be able to see Eva's face as I strangled her.

But the asphyxiating girl looking back at me, eyes glazing and tongue lolling, was not Eva.

Her eyes were brown, for one. And her features, while no less attractive, did not match the face of the girl in my photograph. It took me a moment to recognize her from the contract file.

"Amy," I snarled.

She was one of Eva's worthless roommates. What was she doing here? None of them were supposed to come back from Spring Break for another day. But she was here now, and I couldn't very well stop strangling her now.

"Sorry, darling," I whispered into her ear as I pulled the rope even tighter around her throat. A thin gurgling sound was the only response she could make. In only a few more moments, the last of her strength finally failed her. Her body grew heavy as she sagged in my arms, limp and lifeless.

I released her and let her body tumble bonelessly to the thick carpet floor. The sight of her toned body, all jumbled and lifeless on the floor, was some small reward for her otherwise useless death. I reached down to brush a hand across her smooth cheek and gave her a sympathetic pat.

"No hard feelings, eh, cutie? You just got in the way."

As I straightened up and began thinking about what I was going to do with her, I heard the apartment door open and shut. A feminine voice called out, "Are you ready? The club opens in a few minutes!"

Shit! That was probably Eva now. Without thinking, I lurched into the open closet that Amy had been standing beside and closed the door. Too late did I realize that I'd left Amy's corpse simply lying on the floor. Double shit! If Eva saw her dead friend and ran screaming from the apartment, I'd lose my element of surprise.

There was nothing to do now but wait. The horizontal slats afforded me a fairly good vantage into the bedroom, so I'd be able to watch how things played out. There was little time to hang in suspense before a girl strode into the room.

"Are you still getting- what?" The girl stopped in her tracks as she looked down at Amy's crumpled body. "Amy? Amy, are you…" she knelt beside the body.

Silently I opened the closet door. Without the slats obscuring my view, I could tell that this new girl wasn't Eva either. She was a petite Asian with olive skin, wearing some very fashionable club attire that clung to her slender body. She was Becky. Another roommate I'd have to kill.

"Amy… oh, god! No! Amy!"

Becky was desperately trying to shake some life back into her friend. Kneeling beside the corpse, tears in her almond eyes, she had no chance of noticing me sidle up behind her. She was so small, almost waifish. But if she screamed or slipped away, it would screw the whole contract. So she had to die, and I'd have to do it quick.

I leaned down and slapped my hands on either side of her head. She only had enough time to make a yelp of surprise before I had wrenched her head around with all my strength, twisting her neck until it snapped like a dry twig. I could hear the crack and feel the breaking bones run all the way up my arms.

Becky's gasp instantly turned into a breathy grunt as the light switch of her life flipped off. Her body gave a single, powerful jerk, and then she went utterly limp in my arms. For several seconds I held onto her, feeling her body twitch mindlessly a few times before I was satisfied she was dead. Then I let her collapse onto Amy's body, burying her face in the athlete's perky tits.

Jesus Christ, this was getting crazy! Two college girls lay in a twisted pile at my feet, and I hadn't even completed my contract. I grabbed a fistful of Becky's short, black hair and pulled her up so I could look at her face to face. Her mouth hung slack and stupid. Her dark eyes stared straight through me.

"It's not that I don't enjoy killing you girls," I told her. "But why are you making this contract so difficult?"

Well, if I was ever going to get paid, I'd need to clean this place up. I'd gotten lucky with Becky, but I couldn't risk giving Eva any warning before I struck. I had to get Amy and Becky out of sight.

I grabbed Becky's wrists and dragged her corpse over to the smaller closet. Her dead weight was surprisingly heavy for how small she was, but after a few moments of wrestling, I managed to stuff her flopping body into the closet and close the door. Then I grabbed Amy and pulled her into the larger closet with me. We just barely fit inside, with Amy's body propped against the wall beside me.

Looking out into the bedroom through the closet door's slats, you could never tell that two girls had been violently murdered there only a moment before. That was good. Now when Eva arrived, she'd be none the wiser about her own grim fate, and I could maintain the element of surprise. Once she was dead, I could call it a day. I couldn't wait to be done with this.

But the minutes started to pile up, and I began to grow bored. It's hard to shift gears from killing people to standing silently. A nagging part of my mind grew increasingly aware of the half-naked body next to me. Even in the limited light, Amy's toned and tanned body looked delicious. I let my hand stray down and slip under her bra to squeeze the soft breast beneath. Her skin was still warm and perfectly smooth. Oh, the things I would have done to a girl like her in different circumstances!

Before my mind could drift off to a fireside dalliance with Amy's corpse, I heard the hushed sound of footfalls on carpeted floors. It occurred to me that I hadn't noticed the sound of the front door opening this time, but suddenly a new figure stepped into the room. Had Eva snuck into her own home?

No. Even through the slats, I could tell that this woman was platinum blond, so it still wasn't Eva. She wore black, form-fitting attire over her statuesque frame and crept into the bedroom with catlike fluidity. After another moment, I noticed the silenced pistol in her hand.

For fuck's sake!

An assassin was trying to horn in on my contract! How many complications could one job have? I watched from my hiding spot as she cased the joint. The way she moved, so quiet and confident, I could tell that she was experienced. In fact, she looked a little familiar.

Carly. That was her name. I'd met her once before during a hit for the Tongs. The Chinese loved hiring blond assassins, but she didn't need any handouts. She'd handled herself well during that job and looked damn fine doing it. As I recall, I'd made a move on her after the job was done, but she played for the other team. Too bad.

The sound of the front door opening startled both of us.

"Where the hell are you guys?" a voice called out.

Carly glanced around the room, looking for a hiding spot, and her eyes settled on the smaller closet. But when she opened the door, Becky's ashen body slid out and sprawled across the ground. Carly recoiled in pure surprise. A dead Asian girl was the last thing she'd expected to see in this bedroom. She gaped down at the corpse in mute incomprehension, so she was completely unprepared when the new girl walked through the door.

"Do you know what time it-" the new girl halted in her tracks, taking in the sight. She was a slender girl with vibrantly red hair wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a flannel top tied just under her perky tits. She was Dawn, the third unlucky roommate. You might have expected she was some sort of farmer if not for the flawlessly milk-white skin that her outfit bared.

For several heartbeats, the assassin and the redhead stared at each other.

"What are you-" Dawn finally started to say, but then Carly shot her in the head. The poor girl grunted as her head snapped back, and then she crumbled to the floor, instantly dead. She lay face-down in the carpet, her small, firm ass sticking in the air in those tight daisy dukes.

Carly looked down at the dead girl at her feet and then at the dead girl in the doorway. "Fuck…" she hissed under her breath. I could sympathize.

She stepped over Becky's corpse and stood over Dawn. With one foot she nudged the pale corpse over onto her back. There was one small, black bullet hole in the dead center of the girl's otherwise perfectly white forehead. Dawn's half-lidded eyes stared up into the ceiling, her pink lips slack. Carly folded her gun under her arm and began dragging the corpse over to my closet for storage.

That was my cue.

I slid the door open as quietly as I could, inadvertently allowing Amy's body to spill out from her confines just like Becky had. Luckily, a limp corpse landing on plush carpet doesn't make much of a sound. I tried not to let the errant jiggling of Amy's tits distract me as I stepped over her and padded up behind Carly, who was still busy dragging Dawn's corpse toward me.

There were entirely too many dead girls in this room, and I was about to make another one.

But just as I was whipping my rope up to loop over Carly's neck, she ducked and swiveled around, deftly retrieving her pistol and aiming it right at me. With equal quickness and no small amount of luck, I managed to catch her pistol in the loop of my garrote, and with a quick jerk of my hands, both the rope and the gun went sailing over Carly's head behind her.

That left the two of us unarmed.

I lunged at the blond assassin, but she shifted her weight as I slammed into her, and we went down in a clumsy tangle of limbs, like two teenagers with the house to themselves. For a while, it was just a lot of gasping and groping and straining. Carly was flexible, inventive and surprisingly strong, but inch by inch, I pressed my advantage until I had worked both my hands around her neck.

It's a rare treat to strangle a girl with my bare hands, especially someone as challenging as Carly, so I made sure to savor every moment. I watched Carly's predatory features change as her air shut off. For all her skill and guile, there was nothing she could do when a man of my size started throttling her. She knew that she was going to die. It really didn't seem fair, but what was I going to do? Not strangle her?

The struggle progressed with a pleasant inevitability as I exulted in the feeling of her supple body straining against mine. Carly weakened little by little until she barely had the strength to grip my wrists. I watched as her eyelids fluttered and then rolled back. Her hands loosened and slipped away to plop on the carpet to either side of her. A little tremor ran up and down her long, lean body, and then she went utterly limp. As I was wont to do when a girl died in my arms, I held on for a little while longer, squeezing her neck until I was absolutely sure that this delectable blond assassin was as dead as Eva's roommates.

"Ah-hem," said a voice above me.

Although my blood ran cold, I still didn't release Carly's neck when I looked up. There she was. The girl of the hour. Her brilliant blue eyes stared down at me coldly. Her thick brown hair tumbled down her shoulders just like it did in the picture. She was bustier than I'd imagined, a perfect hourglass figure in the black cocktail dress she wore. But there was no mistaking who she was. Eva, at last.

And she was pointing the assassin's discarded pistol right at my face.

"What. The fuck. Is going on?" she demanded.

"Thank god, it's you," I said as I released Carly's neck. The corpse's head rolled limply to one side, face slack and empty. "This assassin was sent to murder you, but I was hired to make sure that didn't happen. She killed all your roommates before I got here."

Eva scanned the room, taking in the sight of Amy, Becky and Dawn all splayed lifeless across the carpet. Carly made the fourth and freshest corpse. It was like Grand Central Station for dead chicks in this bedroom.

"Oh my god!" Eva's blue eyes widened as she covered her mouth with her free hand. "They're dead? All of them?"

"I'm afraid so," I said as I rose to my feet, straddling either side of Carly's motionless form. "And unless you want to answer some very uncomfortable questions, we've got to get all of these bodies out of your apartment quickly. Can you help me do that?"

Though obviously distraught, Eva agreed to help. But only so long as she could keep that gun trained on me at all times. The girl was no fool. Between the two of us, however, we managed to arrange all four bodies so they lay stretched out side-by-side across the bedroom floor.

The first in line was Amy. Her underwear only accentuated the ridiculously athletic body that had utterly failed to save her. A dark line encircled her neck where my garrote had squeezed her young life away.

Next was Becky, the Asian doll. Her olive skin now pale, her neck broken, she would never get to show off the skimpy club ensemble that hugged her petite figure.

Beside her was Carly, the defeated assassin. Her blonde hair lay in a tousled halo around her head. She no longer looked so deadly, lying strangled and helpless on the carpet, but she was still as beautiful as the day I'd asked her out.

Last in line was her victim, poor Dawn. Pale as milk and clad only in short-shorts and cut-off top, the redhead's whole life had been snuffed out in a second with one perfectly placed bullet.

"We need to destroy all the evidence, so we'll have to take their clothes off," I told Eva.

The co-ed stared back at me horrified. "Take their clothes off? Until they're… naked?"

"Would you rather go to prison for quadruple homicide?"

Eva huffed and stared down at Dawn's body distastefully. Then her resolve softened. "I guess I've always been a little… curious." She set the gun down and pulled at the knot of Dawn's tied-off top. The two halves fell open, exposing the young girl's pair of firm, white, pink-tipped breasts. Then she unbuttoned the girl's short-shorts and pulled them down her creamy thighs, exposing a cute little shock of ginger bush. Eva made a sound in the back of her throat as she took in the sight of her naked roommate.

She didn't notice when I picked up the silenced pistol and pointed it at her.

"This is all your fault," I said.

She turned and looked at me, recoiling in fright when she saw the gun. "What? No, wait!" She cowered away from me, hands outstretched and pleading. "Please, I'll-"

I pulled the trigger four times, peppering Eva's immaculate cleavage with hot lead. She grunted pathetically with each impact, her tits bouncing pornographically. I'd deliberately avoided piercing her heart. So many lives had been lost because of her, it was only fitting that she suffer for it.

Eva fell backward, gasping and heaving as the agony overtook her. She writhed on the ground beside the four girls who had died for her. She would join them shortly. I watched her delicious body shudder out the remainder of her short life until one final whimper passed through her gaping lips, and she went absolutely still.

Fucking finally, Eva was dead. I held up the photograph I'd been given of her, comparing the bright-eyed, smiling and vivacious girl in the picture to the bloody, dull and vacant corpse that I'd turned her into. One death ordered and delivered. Time to collect.

I hadn't been lying about needing to destroy all of this evidence, but I'd only expected to have to transport Eva's corpse out of here, not five whole dead girls. I wouldn't have been able to fit them all in my car, so it was lucky that I had brought the van instead. Under cover of darkness, I carried each limp body out of the apartment and laid her out in the back of my van. After twenty minutes of work, my back was sore, but I had built a respectable pile of lifeless ladies. They lay intermingled with each other, limbs everywhere, eyes staring, mouths agape in silent horror.

I crawled into the back of the van. After shutting the door behind me, I contemplated my grim collection. What a fucking mess. I knew I'd still have to strip and dump them before I could go home, which was going to take the rest of my night. All for one goddamn hit.

Sure, I loved to kill cute girls, but this was too much. I'd only have enough stamina to fuck one of them, so the other four would just have to watch. But which one would I choose? Amy? Becky? Carly? Dawn? Eva herself? It was an embarrassment of riches, really. Too many dead girls!