Carpe Diem, Carpe Noctem
Chapter One
Left, right and then left again I sway my hips while I sing along to the lines of the song that's echoing from the walls of the little club I work at as a burlesque dancer. Zap, there goes my top and I grab the hold of a big and feathered hand fan to hide my chest of the gazes, coming from the rich men. I sometimes swear to even see a drop of drool drip out of their mouths. With a fake giggle I act like this wasn't planned at all and continue my dance, watching everyone carefully before I end the song completely naked, with only white tape covering the areas that I don't let everyone have a glimpse at.
Smilingly I walk back into the backstage area to get dressed again. Not into much of course because we don't want to scare off the lovely guys. I bind my thin-laced, white coat with the belt together and walk back to the front to grab myself a drink, sipping of the martini before I look at my next victim. I knew he would come down the club soon. Thanks to my abilities to hack into social media accounts, I sent him a fake message from one of his friends' accounts to meet here.
I take a deep breath to walk up to him then, seeing how he ravages my body with his eyes which makes me smirk. Slowly I bend over and whisper into his ear, asking if he wants a private dance for free. I don't even have the time to straighten up because he jumps on his feet and motions me to lead the way. I laugh on the inside on how easily you can manipulate the male population when not wearing much more than underwear. Most likely my blonde curls and the femme-fatal-like makeup is another factor in this but I would be nothing without my body and charm in this business.
Somehow one could feel so much pity towards those creatures lead by the smell of sex, ignoring every sign of a warning coming from their bodies. I lead the man into one of the dance rooms that are made for the killing much more than for the pleasurable dancing. I lock the door as soon as we're both inside and lean against it, watching while he sits down and I feel a shudder going through my body. The guy sitting there was just as unattractive as he could be in my eyes. Grey hair with a bold circle on top which he tried to cover with hair from his sides, a big beard that was scruffier than anything I have ever seen and his hands were colored yellow from the amount of cigars he smokes.
It will be a pleasure to have his blood allover me. Usually I would take my sweet time, torturing him a little much but I just wanted to get rid of him so I could go home. I had a long day and I am not in the mood to be super creative.
“Move your sexy ass already on my lap!“ I hear him grunting which makes me snap back out of my trance, clearing my throat with a sweet smile following. While I walked up to him, I saw this greed in his eyes and I had to hold myself back from vomiting on his lap. I take a deep breath and put my knees on the couch, them being next to his legs. Without waisting any time he places his hands on my waist. With the help of my extreme self-control I am able to hold myself back from pushing his hands off, instead I grab the katana that everyone always thinks is just a piece of decoration on the wall behind the couch.
It wakes only one smooth move in which I get up, take the katana in both hands and spin around to make him headless within a second. With a loud thud the head falls on the ground, rolling around a little before it stops in the middle of the room. His eyes are still widened in shock and they seem to judgmentally stare at me. I shake my head in amusement and grabbed the head by the hair, throwing it into the bucket where the champaign usually is being cooled down with cubes.
I rub my hands before I walk out of the room. One of the slutty maids that Matt hired will take care of the body. I am already pissing myself of laughter when I think about the face of the chick that sees him like this. Oh yes, I loved to scare these girls because honestly … Matthew had no taste in women at all.
Whether it's the girls he hired or the girls he hooked up with. Not to mention the whores he got every now and then where all just as stupid and unattractive. Slowly I walk up to his bureau to poke my head inside. He never minded me just jumping into his office since we know each other for a long time now. I furrow my brows. No sight of the MuscleMan.
“God, if you are out again to fuck a random chick, I'll smack your fucking ass the way you don't like it“, I growl angrily to walk inside then and dial the number of the special room service I need to talk to now. Quickly I tell the room that has to be clean as soon as possible to then head to my little room.
I dress myself quickly to then grab a cab to the corner of the street where Matt's and my house is. Yes, we live together. In a platonic way though.
While I walk the way to the mansion like house, I try to call Matt. No such luck though which makes me grumble. He knows that he shouldn't take girls home when I am not there to protect him just in case something goes wrong. It's true that he is stronger than me but in the end, I am a woman myself and see the ugliness of each girl easier. He is dick-driven through and through.
Taking a deep breath, I get into the house and make my way to the security room where I walk up to the control panel. I don't have to search for a long time before I find him in the room where he always gets it going with the whores. For a moment the scenery looked normal, two people sucking each other's faces and the chick he grabbed this time was sitting on his lap, but that was before I realized where her hand went. I just wanted to leave again when I saw her getting an injection out of her boot.
”Oh fuck, not again!“ I hiss as I start running up to the room they are in. Just moments later I stand in front of the door, hand on my gun as I open the door to aim it at the redheaded little bitch. ”Move one more inch and I'll blow your brains out“, I hear myself warning her. My eyes rest on her face. She was actually pretty decent. Not as bad as his usual pickups but that doesn't matter. What matters is her trying to poison him so she can steal his money and everything she could find. Oh God forbid, this wouldn't be the first time I lost my jewelry because he was too soaked up by lust. Annoyed as fuck, Matt tried to bitch at me but I cut him off by making it clear what she was about to do. It doesn't take her long to vanish and after I hear the door being shut, I sit down on the bed with a deep sigh.
”You're one big slut, Matty,“ I mumble. “And you can consider yourself lucky because I take care of you.“ I look at him with a light smile and he sighs deeply. I peek at the something little Miss Redhead awoke in his pants and chuckle. He just nudges me with a smug smirk but I prefer to get up quickly.
”Oh come on, Ali!“ he protests but I cross my arms over my chest, looking at him in disbelief. ”I need some help here, you can see that.“
”Matty, I would rather put myself in a brothel than sleeping with you again,“ I joke and walk out into the living room to grab a glass of whisky. He comes up to me with a pout and sits down on the stool, motion me to get him a drink as well.
”And I thought the reason why you look at every girl I fuck with so weirdly was because you're jealous!“ I can't help but laugh loudly at this statement. It was the most ridiculous thing he ever accused me off, though I know it was just a joke.
”Dude … We fucked once. In college. The night your business started booming and I got thrown out of it. You should stop with the jealousy things because it aiiin't gonna happen!“ I chug down my whisky and quickly wash the dirty glass. ”If you would excuse me now, I had a long day and I want to just lie down and fall asleep, not thinking about your stupid ass getting in trouble again!“
In not time I was in the third floor which was completely mine. It had an own kitchen and a room that used to be like a man's playground with a pool table and a stripper pole but I turned it into my little torture room. It's full of whips, crops and little things like daggers and candles for a little treatment with hot wax. The good thing was that whenever I was in the mood, I could also use this as a different kind of room. May the desire of BDSM be with you. I am not sure if the reason for me being an assassin was because I am into the very kinky and painful sex or if being an assassin made me love this stuff but fact is that no man was ever able to actually be the kind of guy to grab a whip and just put me in my place, as you can say.
Like always, before I go to bed, I stepped into the bathroom to get rid of my fake lashes and complete makeup so I won't have a second face in my pillow the next morning. My thoughts were all still with the redhead when I lied down. Something was truly wrong and different. She wasn't just a hooker to steal money but I was about to find that out tomorrow. As for now I preferred to just sleep and dream of some good-looking man, doing the spanking right.
Smilingly I walk back into the backstage area to get dressed again. Not into much of course because we don't want to scare off the lovely guys. I bind my thin-laced, white coat with the belt together and walk back to the front to grab myself a drink, sipping of the martini before I look at my next victim. I knew he would come down the club soon. Thanks to my abilities to hack into social media accounts, I sent him a fake message from one of his friends' accounts to meet here.
I take a deep breath to walk up to him then, seeing how he ravages my body with his eyes which makes me smirk. Slowly I bend over and whisper into his ear, asking if he wants a private dance for free. I don't even have the time to straighten up because he jumps on his feet and motions me to lead the way. I laugh on the inside on how easily you can manipulate the male population when not wearing much more than underwear. Most likely my blonde curls and the femme-fatal-like makeup is another factor in this but I would be nothing without my body and charm in this business.
Somehow one could feel so much pity towards those creatures lead by the smell of sex, ignoring every sign of a warning coming from their bodies. I lead the man into one of the dance rooms that are made for the killing much more than for the pleasurable dancing. I lock the door as soon as we're both inside and lean against it, watching while he sits down and I feel a shudder going through my body. The guy sitting there was just as unattractive as he could be in my eyes. Grey hair with a bold circle on top which he tried to cover with hair from his sides, a big beard that was scruffier than anything I have ever seen and his hands were colored yellow from the amount of cigars he smokes.
It will be a pleasure to have his blood allover me. Usually I would take my sweet time, torturing him a little much but I just wanted to get rid of him so I could go home. I had a long day and I am not in the mood to be super creative.
“Move your sexy ass already on my lap!“ I hear him grunting which makes me snap back out of my trance, clearing my throat with a sweet smile following. While I walked up to him, I saw this greed in his eyes and I had to hold myself back from vomiting on his lap. I take a deep breath and put my knees on the couch, them being next to his legs. Without waisting any time he places his hands on my waist. With the help of my extreme self-control I am able to hold myself back from pushing his hands off, instead I grab the katana that everyone always thinks is just a piece of decoration on the wall behind the couch.
It wakes only one smooth move in which I get up, take the katana in both hands and spin around to make him headless within a second. With a loud thud the head falls on the ground, rolling around a little before it stops in the middle of the room. His eyes are still widened in shock and they seem to judgmentally stare at me. I shake my head in amusement and grabbed the head by the hair, throwing it into the bucket where the champaign usually is being cooled down with cubes.
I rub my hands before I walk out of the room. One of the slutty maids that Matt hired will take care of the body. I am already pissing myself of laughter when I think about the face of the chick that sees him like this. Oh yes, I loved to scare these girls because honestly … Matthew had no taste in women at all.
Whether it's the girls he hired or the girls he hooked up with. Not to mention the whores he got every now and then where all just as stupid and unattractive. Slowly I walk up to his bureau to poke my head inside. He never minded me just jumping into his office since we know each other for a long time now. I furrow my brows. No sight of the MuscleMan.
“God, if you are out again to fuck a random chick, I'll smack your fucking ass the way you don't like it“, I growl angrily to walk inside then and dial the number of the special room service I need to talk to now. Quickly I tell the room that has to be clean as soon as possible to then head to my little room.
I dress myself quickly to then grab a cab to the corner of the street where Matt's and my house is. Yes, we live together. In a platonic way though.
While I walk the way to the mansion like house, I try to call Matt. No such luck though which makes me grumble. He knows that he shouldn't take girls home when I am not there to protect him just in case something goes wrong. It's true that he is stronger than me but in the end, I am a woman myself and see the ugliness of each girl easier. He is dick-driven through and through.
Taking a deep breath, I get into the house and make my way to the security room where I walk up to the control panel. I don't have to search for a long time before I find him in the room where he always gets it going with the whores. For a moment the scenery looked normal, two people sucking each other's faces and the chick he grabbed this time was sitting on his lap, but that was before I realized where her hand went. I just wanted to leave again when I saw her getting an injection out of her boot.
”Oh fuck, not again!“ I hiss as I start running up to the room they are in. Just moments later I stand in front of the door, hand on my gun as I open the door to aim it at the redheaded little bitch. ”Move one more inch and I'll blow your brains out“, I hear myself warning her. My eyes rest on her face. She was actually pretty decent. Not as bad as his usual pickups but that doesn't matter. What matters is her trying to poison him so she can steal his money and everything she could find. Oh God forbid, this wouldn't be the first time I lost my jewelry because he was too soaked up by lust. Annoyed as fuck, Matt tried to bitch at me but I cut him off by making it clear what she was about to do. It doesn't take her long to vanish and after I hear the door being shut, I sit down on the bed with a deep sigh.
”You're one big slut, Matty,“ I mumble. “And you can consider yourself lucky because I take care of you.“ I look at him with a light smile and he sighs deeply. I peek at the something little Miss Redhead awoke in his pants and chuckle. He just nudges me with a smug smirk but I prefer to get up quickly.
”Oh come on, Ali!“ he protests but I cross my arms over my chest, looking at him in disbelief. ”I need some help here, you can see that.“
”Matty, I would rather put myself in a brothel than sleeping with you again,“ I joke and walk out into the living room to grab a glass of whisky. He comes up to me with a pout and sits down on the stool, motion me to get him a drink as well.
”And I thought the reason why you look at every girl I fuck with so weirdly was because you're jealous!“ I can't help but laugh loudly at this statement. It was the most ridiculous thing he ever accused me off, though I know it was just a joke.
”Dude … We fucked once. In college. The night your business started booming and I got thrown out of it. You should stop with the jealousy things because it aiiin't gonna happen!“ I chug down my whisky and quickly wash the dirty glass. ”If you would excuse me now, I had a long day and I want to just lie down and fall asleep, not thinking about your stupid ass getting in trouble again!“
In not time I was in the third floor which was completely mine. It had an own kitchen and a room that used to be like a man's playground with a pool table and a stripper pole but I turned it into my little torture room. It's full of whips, crops and little things like daggers and candles for a little treatment with hot wax. The good thing was that whenever I was in the mood, I could also use this as a different kind of room. May the desire of BDSM be with you. I am not sure if the reason for me being an assassin was because I am into the very kinky and painful sex or if being an assassin made me love this stuff but fact is that no man was ever able to actually be the kind of guy to grab a whip and just put me in my place, as you can say.
Like always, before I go to bed, I stepped into the bathroom to get rid of my fake lashes and complete makeup so I won't have a second face in my pillow the next morning. My thoughts were all still with the redhead when I lied down. Something was truly wrong and different. She wasn't just a hooker to steal money but I was about to find that out tomorrow. As for now I preferred to just sleep and dream of some good-looking man, doing the spanking right.
