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Any assassin worth their salt may take many forms in order to get close to their target. Whether it be impersonating a police officer, a delivery driver or a city drainage inspector, the best in the business always found a way to get close to those who would soon be featured in the obituary column.

But for this deadly mercenary, whose real name is only known to a select few, he had to resort to drastic measures to get close to his target as the Mob were well aware of the vengeance sworn by the Shikari Clan following the notorious beating of an enforcer’s wife in San Francisco.

An extensive makeover, hair extensions and realistic breast forms soon got his heeled foot in the door of one of their legal business offices down at the track where race fixing was as sure as gambling losses. The assassin, currently calling himself Melanie, had spent the previous three weeks posing as the new secretary for Don Calioni and had been flirting with him constantly, wearing provocatively short skirts and tall heels which made his freshly shaved legs all the more alluring to the Mob boss who was nearing retirement from his life of callous and merciless deeds.

Fluttering long thick eyelashes soon got him noticed and with the morbidly obese Don Calioni’s reputation for extra marital relations it wasn’t long before personal dictation was called for. Melanie kept his cool as her ass was pinched during their meetings and giggled lightly like the top heavy half-wit they thought he was, even keeping quiet when the Mob boss slid his hand up his new secretary’s smooth thighs licking his chapped lips.

This evening Melanie had convinced the Don to lie to his wife and his bodyguards about his whereabouts and sneaked away to meet his hot new secretary in the grand office at Meadow Downs.

Poison was a common weapon for the stealthy, but his clients wanted the death of this obese man to be as devastating as it was memorable and so the assassin waited in the opulent office considering what to use. Should he use the killer heels to kill him, or simply beat him to death with the silver globe he was currently toying with. But he had spent a fair amount on yet another skirt suit and didn’t want blood spatters to decorate it as his favored dry cleaners wouldn’t be open until the investigation into money laundering by the local PD was over.

Though, considering how the Don was still recovering from open heart surgery, he was sure he would be able to use his lips and nimble fingers to thrill his target to the point of flatlining.

“Melanie? Are you here?”, singsonged the mobster coming through the door with a bottle of champagne and some wilting roses stolen from the grave of a rival.

“Come on in sugar”, Melanie purred in reply seeing his veins already struggling as they throbbed in his neck, ”I hope you’re ready for a night you’re never gonna forget”

Description

Any assassin worth their salt may take many forms in order to get close to their target. Whether it be impersonating a police officer, a delivery driver or a city drainage inspector, the best in the business always found a way to get close to those who would soon be featured in the obituary column.

But for this deadly mercenary, whose real name is only known to a select few, he had to resort to drastic measures to get close to his target as the Mob were well aware of the vengeance sworn by the Shikari Clan following the notorious beating of an enforcer’s wife in San Francisco.

An extensive makeover, hair extensions and realistic breast forms soon got his heeled foot in the door of one of their legal business offices down at the track where race fixing was as sure as gambling losses. The assassin, currently calling himself Melanie, had spent the previous three weeks posing as the new secretary for Don Calioni and had been flirting with him constantly, wearing provocatively short skirts and tall heels which made his freshly shaved legs all the more alluring to the Mob boss who was nearing retirement from his life of callous and merciless deeds.

Fluttering long thick eyelashes soon got him noticed and with the morbidly obese Don Calioni’s reputation for extra marital relations it wasn’t long before personal dictation was called for. Melanie kept his cool as her ass was pinched during their meetings and giggled lightly like the top heavy half-wit they thought he was, even keeping quiet when the Mob boss slid his hand up his new secretary’s smooth thighs licking his chapped lips.

This evening Melanie had convinced the Don to lie to his wife and his bodyguards about his whereabouts and sneaked away to meet his hot new secretary in the grand office at Meadow Downs.

Poison was a common weapon for the stealthy, but his clients wanted the death of this obese man to be as devastating as it was memorable and so the assassin waited in the opulent office considering what to use. Should he use the killer heels to kill him, or simply beat him to death with the silver globe he was currently toying with. But he had spent a fair amount on yet another skirt suit and didn’t want blood spatters to decorate it as his favored dry cleaners wouldn’t be open until the investigation into money laundering by the local PD was over.

Though, considering how the Don was still recovering from open heart surgery, he was sure he would be able to use his lips and nimble fingers to thrill his target to the point of flatlining.

“Melanie? Are you here?”, singsonged the mobster coming through the door with a bottle of champagne and some wilting roses stolen from the grave of a rival.

“Come on in sugar”, Melanie purred in reply seeing his veins already struggling as they throbbed in his neck, ”I hope you’re ready for a night you’re never gonna forget”