The First Time

Debby, an attractive brunette, who just turned 20 always had a spirit of adventure. When she was 16, she accepted a dare from some of her friends to shoplift a dress. The idea excited her and she took it as a challenge. She had little trouble and decided that was a good way to get what she wanted. For her friends and herself she would steal cigarettes, cosmetics, as well as various pieces of clothing. It became too easy, and she needed a bigger challenge. One weekend she and her boyfriend had been dirinking and decided it would be fun to rob a "convenient store" They disguised themselves wearing masks, and he gave her a small gun that he had "borrowed" from home. Late at night they entered the store and holding guns on the clerk, they grabbed the money and cigarretes and left . They were both so turned on sexually by the experience that they found a secluded area and screwed each other until they were totally spent. This experience only emboldened them and they became quite proficient in the art of the stick-up. Yet Debbie wanted more, so she decided to venture out on her own. Her life of crime had now begun!

A FATEFUL NIGHT SEVERAL YEARS LATER

Debbie had become quite a professional thief. She particularly enjoyed her coming into apartments, condos, houses as cat burglar, FINDING THE NEW CHALLENGE EXCITING AS SHE ROBBED WEALTHY YOUNG MEN. On this night she was dressed all in black including elbow length leather gloves and mask over her face. Using her flashlight, she started to look for the stamp collection that she knew he had. She also knew that John was supposed to be leaving town on a business trip, so she decided to take off her mask since she wasn’t expecting any interruptions. However, something very unexpected happened. All of a sudden the door opened and John entered the room . She only had time to reach in her bag and grab her silver-plated automatic, pointing it at him. "Don’t make a move and don’t say a word baby!" she spoke in a hushed voice. John was to say the least surprised. It seems that his flight was cancelled, and now he returns home and finds a sexy young woman in his apartment holding a gun on him.

This had never happened before to Debbie. Sure there were times when she surprised them sleeping in bed.. She would just chloroform them. If they did awake while she was still there, she would have her mask on so they could not identify her. In fact that was her favorite scenario because quite often she could them being sexually aroused by seeing a beautiful sexy young woman, dressed in black , robbing them. BUT Now, he saw her with her mask off. HE COULD IDENTIFY HER! She needed time to think about what to do, so she gestured with the automatic and said in serious tone " lay on your stomach and put your hands behind your back., and if you make any sudden moves, you’re DEAD!" Taking some rope out of her bag, she tied his hands. Then she looked around in his dresser removing a handkerchief and stuffing it in his mouth. Sitting on his back she let the cold gun barrel touch his neck, so he knew she meant business. Then she found a tie in his closet and used it to secure the gag. "There, that should hold you."Getting up she could now relax and think about her next step. She lit a cigarette and thought "I could put on the mask and finish finding the stamp collection and leave, hoping that he had not gotten a good look at her. But could she take that chance? If not, the only other Alternative was to KILL him." She inhaled and walked over towards him and exhaled as she approached. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked rhetorically. Again then thinking about her alternatives she thought if I shot him wouldn’t somebody hear the shot?" She looked at him. "If I did, it would THE FIRST TIME for me. "What would a hitwoman do?" She lit another cigarette. Thinking out loud, "well she would need something to muffle the sound of the gun firing, like a silencer. There are other ways , looking around the room she spotted pillows on the couch .That just might work. " She walked over a picked up a pillow, holding and looking at it. "Yes, this should work!", pleased that she found a SOLUTION.

Turning off the lights and using the flashlight she straddled his prostrate body sitting on his back with the cigarette held in her lips. She could tell that he was trying somehow to escape She placed the pillow on his back, pushing the pillow against his neck with the barrel of the automatic. She felt a rush of POWER and ULTIMATE CONTROL. She held life and death in her hands. She rationalized that he was in the way, so he had to be dealt with. "John", she whispered seductively into his ear, "you made a fatal mistake returning home, so I’m sorry, I have to kill you!"Before he could respond without any remorse her finger slowly squeezed the trigger of her silver-plated automatic. Simultaneously light flashed from the barrel, the gun recoiled in her gloved hand, a muffled "pfft" was heard, and his body jumped. "What a Rush!" She could smell the cordite mingling with the smoke from her cigarette. "I’m not really sorry!!", she giggled, looking at him as he now lay motinless. .She raised his head and noticed a small hole at the base of his skull. He looked dead, but she HAD To MAKE SURE! She rolled him over and lay the pillow on his chest this time. Then squeezed off two more rounds into his heart. Each muffled shot and the flashes of the muzzle only added to her excitement. The smell of cordite now permeated the room. She had applied the "coup de grace" just like a REAL HITWOMAN. She thought, "This wasn’t so difficult. Noone could hear a thing, and there is no chance of anyone identifying me. Next time I’ll be better prepared and have a silencer with me." She then found the stamp collection and cleaned up before leaving. she looked over towards the body and thought, "YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY BABY" as she lit another cigarette. She again put on her mask and disappeared into the night. Safely in her car she lit a cigarette in celebration, inhaled and thought "This was a SPECIAL NIGHT. IT WAS THE FIRST TIME BUT IT CERTAINLY WOULD NOT BE THE LAST. For poor John, it was his LAST!!!!

 Written by Fatalestorynm.