Hickory, Dickory Dock

Please be warned that this story is for 18 years old and above due to its sexual and grotesque contents. Please do not read this if you are not prepared to do so.

Hickory Dickory Dock
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down
Hickory Dickory Dock

12.25am, the clock said on the wall; another 5 minutes before she comes knocking on this cheap motel's door. I know she would be fucking punctual as always: studying and stalking on her for two months is good enough to let me know what her life patterns are. In fact, too easy and too simple to understand for this case. She takes a bus back and forth to school from Monday to Friday, behaves like a goody-goody to shoes but rings up a gigolo every Friday and get fucked at the wee hours of Saturday unless she happened to have menstruation. Conclusion: A normal-looking high school bitch with a horny desire. Why do the clients want her humiliated and assassinated? It's not my business to know.

I checked my gun once again to make sure the silencer is in place and it is loaded with bullets. The cheap cracked bathroom mirror tells me that my handsome mask is not askew. In the eye of my mind, I visualized on how to go around killing her off: Get her sexually aroused, prepare to bang her but with my gun rather than my dick, get that gagged original gigolo inside the cupboard, get his fingerprints on the gun then forced him to pull the trigger on his own handsome face to make it look like a suicide. There, easy as pie, a sex that had gone completely wrong; though it is a pity that I would have to kill that cute boyish-looking gigolo, I prefer to bang his ass than her ugly pussy. If she were pretty instead of plain ugly, I would have considered giving her a good time before piercing her with a bullet. Everything could only start at 12.55am and should end in the next five minutes. The sex session should end at 1.30am since she only want to afford an hour's worth of body pleasure. Let their bodies rot for half an hour before the gigolo's pimp come around to pick him up.

12.30am, the clock said. Knock, knock, knock, the drumming of her knuckles echoed through the door into the room.

I peered through the peep hole and confirmed that the ugly bitch's face matches the target in the photo. On time as always, let the game begin.

I unshackled the door chain to let her through into the room. This day, she wore her white washed jeans and black t-shirt that only served to make her chest smaller. What lingerie would she be wearing this time? The one with scattered red cherries or yellow butterfly patterns? Kids will always be kids, so she won't wear anything more alluring than that. Knowing her, she would want a brief shower before we get started.

"Can I have a shower first?", she asked. See? I knew this would happen.

"Yeah, of course...", I imitated that gigolo's voice perfectly; therefore she didn't seem suspicious of anything strange. Like every gigolo, I asked "Do you want me to strip when you come out or stay in my clothes?".

"No, stay in your clothes please".

Oh, this is unusual of her to say 'please', maybe she wanted to be a little polite for once. Perhaps I should go a bit easy on her then.

Into the bathroom, she went. As I sat on the bed, I envisioned the bloody scene that would fill this room and the newspaper reporting this incident with a title along the title of "Sex that gone wrong". If I am lucky enough, the suckers might go on interviewing her cheesy friends at school and reporting their shock to hear her dirty little secret. The thought made me smile, I love to imagine such drama where the dirt comes up to the surface of clear water, it makes me laugh at times. I still remember one of my last assassination where I decorated the death scene with the dead rich woman's naked body beneath the-waist-down-naked gardener with a knife that I used to stabbed his and her heart. It was hilarious when I read the newspaper that the gardener was obsessed with her all along and tried to rape her in the end.

12.47am, the clock said. Just eight more minutes to go before the truth about me comes out to her in a split second. The bathroom door opened and as I expected, the steam came pouring out and she stepped out with a tower wrapped around her body, yet still wearing her lingerie beneath it. Judging from her red bra strap that couldn't be hidden by the towel, she would be wearing the red cherry pattern lingerie.

"Kiss me," She commanded like she always did. I hated to think I need to kiss her since she wasn't even cute to begin with. Then again, a job is a job and the fun will come soon anyway.

In the dim light, she pushed me back onto the bed, making her on top and me at the bottom; She pressed her thin lips onto my mouth and played with my tongue with hers. At the same time, she massaged my crotch with her right hand on which she unzipped my pants to pull my penis out in hope that it would be erected in her hands. With her left elbow supporting her weight, she let go of her lips to whisper into my ear.

"Play with my nipples".

Like a familiar scene, over the two months of observation, I removed her towel in one swift move and unfasten her bra with both hands. It was amazing to see her A-cup breasts bounced a little as it was so small to fulfill my hands' pleasure. My fingers over both of her nipples, harden them before I suck on them like all other gigolos. Yet, as I was doing that, I couldn't help but to notice the scar on her right breast: Did she have such a scar? Why is it that I don't remember her having it? It looked somewhat familiar, but I know it was not because of her.

Nevertheless, does it matter? I got to concentrate on my job.

12.54am, the clock said. The bitch on top was heated like those stray bitches in the streets: she was breathing hard and making stupid noises. She looked so ugly and so disgusting that my member just simply refuse to harden at all. It's so sad that she didn't realize that I wasn't enjoying it at all. I know you are having fun yourself, bitch, but too bad, it is going to end now.

I turned her around that make her lay on the bed and me on my knees and elbows. She looked at me with a note of dazed surprise. You won't be surprised for long, bitch, because I'm here to kill you off and get my next half of the cash after this. Just as I was reaching out for the gun hidden between the gap of the bed and mattress, I realized her hand was searching for that gun too.

"What the...?" I said in a surprise. Taken back by the shock, she got hold of my gun before I did and in a quick movement, the gun was aimed right between my eyes with only an inch gap.

My eyes refocus onto the two arms holding the gun then to her face. Her stern expression, I have never seen her this serious before. Wait, something isn't right at all, not at all... She doesn't look like that high school bitch I had been following for two months... That's right, the aura isn't right, not like the target... Wait a minute, the scar, the scar, the scar on her right breast, so familiar... Ever so familiar....

Oh shit! She's not the target at all, she's...!!!!

Swish!

Through the silencer, the bullet penetrated between my eyes as my body fell backwards with force. Pain, pain, pain.... is all my nerves could register. The last thing I saw was the upside down clock that said 1.00am and I could feel my penis ejaculated one last time like all my naked male victims. Darkness greeted me, I see nothing, I hear nothing, I feel nothing, I taste nothing, I smell nothing.

I died.

***

"How are you feeling, Little Lamb?", I released the bandanna that gagged my poor partner's mouth and the rope that confined him.

"Definitely not pleasant, Mary", he replied, "What took you so long?".

"Well, as professional assassins, we need to fool our victims into thinking who we are disguising ourselves to be, didn't I tell you that? I must say you did a pretty good job in pretending to be a gigolo. Thank goodness, Hicks didn't think you are actually 16 years old but a boyish-looking man".

"Oh, tell me about it. I'm locked in this stuffy little cupboard, gagged, listening to him pretending to be me with that stupid imitation of his and you panting over him."

"Hey, he did a pretty good job with that voice acting, you got to give him credit for that! And, wait, are you jealous?"

"No"

"Oh, don't be silly. You are jealous, look at you! You can't even face me in the eye! Don't you worry, my little lamb, he didn't have a chance to get into me. In fact, his 'thing' was limp all the way, it's pathetic!".

"Rea... really?"

"Of course! I didn't even enjoy that ordeal by one tiny bit, I had act like her to make him think that I am her. That is what she does: She pushes the gigolo onto the bed and get him to fondle her breasts every time. So I had to do the same thing. I'm glad his "thing" never hardened, otherwise I would have to remove my underpants for him. Also, thank goodness that her orders were to kill him whenever he is about to kill. I'm just glad it ended. I didn't like him under me."

"Was he... that bad?"

"Sigh, sometimes I still can't believe that it is him, of all of the assassins we kill on behalf of our client tonight. Hicks is a vulgar jerk who likes to make his victims ugly and never question on why his clients want the target dead."

"That's crude"

"It sure is. We fought each other before and like what I said, he is vulgar. He actually tried to strip my clothes off on which he did managed to knife my bra off... it was humiliating, I can never forget that. I guess that is what happens when two different assassins are hired for the same job: they just want to kill off each other to get the full reward".

"Well, I'm glad he is dead now, so we don't need to worry about him taking off your bra. Come to think of it, I wondered how did our client know that she would be assassinated tonight?".

"She didn't. She only got tipped off that one of her rich relatives sent someone to kill her two months ago. That is as far as she knows. It is his pattern that is easy to study, he studies his victim for two months before he tries to integrate himself into the victim's life. Unfortunately for him, we were able to trace on who moved into the house close to hers two months ago. Single, male, loner, the typical disguise he used all the time. Thankfully, our client has been honest with us on her little private secret from the start, therefore it is easier to tell where and when he will assassinate her. Moreover, he is very precise with time"

"I have a lot to learn, I guess".

I kissed Little Lamb at the forehead, "Yes, you do have lots to learn, Little Lamb. Don't worry, you are with me, I'll teach lots and lots. I hope you learn the importance of acting in this mission".

"Don't forget, I was in the dark for the whole time, I can't see anything".

"Didn't my panting sound convincing to you?"

Little Lamb blushed, that is what I love most about him.

"Say, Mary. Do you think he realized who you are at the last moment?"

"I don't know, Little Lamb. He looked a bit dismayed, so I guess he did. Let me report back to Mother Goose for now".

Out of Little Lamb's pocket, he gave me his handphone. My fingers dialed on the keypad in that familiar fashion and soon it entered Mother Goose's voice message inbox.

"Mother Goose, Mary had a little lamb reporting back. Hickory dickory dock has been terminated at exactly 1 o'clock in the morning. Please send the Mouses here to restructure the scene. Over".

"That reminds me, Mary, you shouldn't have said 'please' when you were talking to Hicks".

"Did I? It must have been out of habit, I'm just too polite. Come on, Little Lamb, let's go home, the mouses will be here soon".

I held his hand as Little Lamb nodded his head. While we were leaving the room that has Hick with a bullet in his head, I can't help but to think on how much I love Little Lamb and his smile tells me that he loves me too.