Kats date

[ThegunsofNevada]

He probably had the best body on the beach, but he was also probably the shyest, and probably the richest, too.
He was tall, with a lean, well-muscled body, with sandy blond hair that hung down to his shoulders. He wore a stylish, slim pair of sunglasses and a pair of headphones, relaxing prone in the shade on a beach in Rio. The thought never struck him that he was on the hottest beach in South America, with a wallet full of hundred dollar bills, and a perfect body, and all he was doing was sitting in the shade listening to CD’s.
The girl approached him slowly, as though he might be scared off easily. She carefully sat down beside him on the hot sand, brushing back her shoulder length white died hair, her smooth, tan skin very visible under the black leather swimsuit pieces. She smiled charmingly, and, looking startled, Richard Guide took off his headphones and rolled over, looking at the girl. She was beautiful, and happened to fit his tastes.
“Hey. Sorry, this spot taken?” she asked, her voice vaguely accented. Richard noticed several nasty looking, deep cut marks on her upper let arm, which looked like they had recently healed over. There were several scars there, too.
The girl was quick, too. “Oh, I got into some thorn bushes.” She said. Richard nodded.
“Aw, yeah, they’re nasty on the South side. No, its fine.” He was blushing faintly, as though he hadn’t been that close to a pretty girl before.
“My names Kat. Nice to meet ‘ya.” She said, spreading out, edging a little closer. Richard edged away.
“Uh…Richard, how do you do?” She smiled, and Richard’s eyebrows skyrocketed. Her teeth were long, and sharp, at odds with her nice figure and face.
“Such beautiful weather these days, huh?” She asked. Richard gave a limp reply, and she made small talk with him for a half-hour before she found out his real interest; Surfing. She talked for another hour, and they surfed until it grew dark. By the end of the day, when they agreed to meet up the next morning, Kat had made Richard her friend through pure force of will and charisma, despite how much she hated him. He couldn’t stand how shy he was, or his shity, uninteresting conversation, or his rich boy demeanor.
Richard went home and went too sleep; Kat had different plans.
She checked her door very carefully; The small piece of her own hair in the jam was un moved, and she shined a bore-inspector designed for cleaning guns into the lock. There were no telltale scratches of lock picks. She opened the door.
She had left word with the hotel management not too clean the room without her present. She didn’t need any one snooping, especially some dumb south American maid.
Kat was exhausted; she had always hated surfing, and was unsure weather or not she liked boys; But Richard was good looking, rich, and smart, despite how much she hated his other traits. And she was on vacation. He would perfect for social engineering; A slow, steady build up of a relationship. Kat intended to seduce, rob, and then kill him, and later, have fun with the body. But that would come later. He had noticed the cut marks on her upper arm; He didn’t seem to know exactly what it was, and Kat really didn’t care. Some men found cutting attractive…<br> Wile the thoughts bounced around in her head, she had already stripped naked, clean shaven and waxed from her shoulders down, and drawn a bath in the suites luxuries bathroom. She opened the walk in closet door and pulled out a brutal and short barreled FN-P90 sub-machine-gun; made out of flat gray synthetics, the small weapon was sleek and futuristic, and very comftorable in her small frame. She set it by the bathtub, checked that it was fully loaded and ready to rock, and rubbed her naked body. She walked out, still naked, into the living room, and took out a small, flat, white box from her suit jacket pocket.
She had always had an affinity for men’s clothing, in particular, suits. She had no idea why, other than the fact that it was easy to conceal a shoulder holster under the long jackets, along with the facts that suits were, as far as she was concerned, comftorable, and because it always drew attention. Even though attention was not a good thing to have brought down on one in her line of business. Like most things, she blamed it on her mother, the stupid bitch.
She walked into the bathroom, enjoying the sudden change from the cool air into the steamy, moist air in the washroom, and set the small kit down. She slipped into the bathtub, moaning hard and long as the hot water hit her flesh. She relaxed for a few moments, and picked up a remote. She keyed the stereo, and smooth, subtle jazz started up. She opened the kit on the toilet, leaning out of the bathtub, her breasts grinding into the white porcelain, and took out its three components. A fresh razor blade, an alcohol pad, and a clean, white rag. Following her usual routine, she sliced the aluminum package of the alcohol pad open with the razor, and then the moist, white pad in half. She wiped her arm down, and savored the anticipation she felt. Letting the warm water embrace her, she cut three fresh lines vertically down her upper left arm, smiling a cruel, feral grin, her long, sharp, white teeth gleaming in the light. Kat moaned a little. She had cut deeper than she usually did; it was going to be a hard bleeder. She didn’t mind. She simply relaxed and let her adrenaline ebb away. When she opened her eyes, her arm was still bleeding, and the bath water was crimson.

[ThegunsofNevada]

Richard woke up the next morning energized, and excited. He felt awesome; he had spent most of the last day with a beautiful girl, who seemed to be nuts about him. He had never been around a girl like that; the constant, cute and erotically provocative jokes, the big, kinky, sharp smile, and the pure white hair. He had even had a dream about her last night. Richard started his day out the way he usually did; A cup of milk, water, orange juice, and several vitamin tablets. He pulled on a green T-shirt and a pair of shorts, went down stairs, and started his run.
He ran a full half-mile down the sidewalks, taking in the beautiful down town scenery, and then running back. He was barley sweating. Then he hit the gym, and worked out. Then he moved to the beach, wearing his shorts, T-shirt, and swim wear under his shorts.
He was over joyed when he saw Kat on the beach, stretched out and sunning herself like the feline she was named after, this time wearing a slim, white two piece, which matched her hair excellently. Richard sat down next too her.
She gave him the toothy smile.
“Hi.” Richard blushed and ran his hand over his hair. The rest of the day was spent in his hotel room; they watched movies, ignoring the beautiful weather. When the sun set, they agreed to meet outside Kat’s hotel and go out for dinner. It was Richard’s first date.
A half-hour later, he was outside her hotel. He was awe struck as she came down and walked out the front door into the hot South American humidity; She was wearing the exact same suit he was, down to the tie and shoes.
“Uh…” was all he could muster.
“Woah.” Kat replied, and then giggled. She ran up and hugged him, pressing her breasts into his chest hard. Richard felt her hard, erect nipples. Unknown to Richard, she had gone through his room when he was asleep, purring gently as she searched through his clothes. She had even straddled him when he was asleep, pretending to slit his throughout.
“Lets go!” She said.
Richard was surprised by her car; The one he drove (An old Mercedes he had bought cheap) was not nearly as nice.
She drove a gunmetal BMW convertible. The engine was obviously a larger. She smiled at his look.
“Don’t…spill anything. It’s a rental.” Kat said, smiling a viscous sharp toothed grin. Richard nodded. Even a rental car like that was expensive, especially in Rio. Richard hopped in and Kat drove, and a half-hour later, through which Richard enjoyed 5 different lovely J-pop songs (He didn’t understand a lick of it) and interesting conversation with Kat. She pulled up outside a small, black building, with a loud, base beat pumping from the inside. Kat hesitated and opened up a small, brown, paper bag. She took out a thick, black leather dog collar.
“Here. Will you put this on?” She said. Richard raised his eyes. The way Kat had put it, it wasn’t a question, but a demand.
“Why?” he asked, still a little surprised.
“Dress code. Trust me, well have fun!” Kat said, licking her lips as she locked eyes with him.
Richard shrugged and buckled it on. It fit well, and wasn’t all that uncomftorable. In fact, the soft leather felt nice.
“It looks great. In fact, you look good enough to…well, eat.” Kat said, clacking her long, sharp teeth together. A shiver shot down Richard’s spine.
“Er…lets go.” Kat smiled. Richard reflected that it was a hungry smile…<br>The first thing that struck Richard, as he came through the door was that every one was either nude or wearing leather. Most of the females seemed to be wearing the leather, and it was a place were one did not go without a nice body. The music was hard and fast, and every one was grinding. Kat walked through them like they weren’t even there, up to the bar. Richard doggedly followed.
“Two sex on the beaches.” She said to the bartender in fluent, purred Portuguese. He moved off, mixed the drinks, and served them. Richard enjoyed it in nervous silence. The door creaked open again, and Richard though Kat was reaching into her jacket to get money to pay for the drinks. Instead, she took out a nasty looking flat black pistol. With out looking, she started firing at the door. A man wearing an expensive looking suit crumpled in, and reached into his own coat, his left side scarlet, opened by bullets. Kat shot him several more times, this time in the head, the gunshots ringing our deafeningly in the enclosed space. A thick, lumpy red matter slopped out of the back, glopping over the upper leg of the man behind him. It took every one a few seconds to react. Then they all started screaming, and fled out the back entrance.
Another man came through the door, and Kat put the rest of the magazine into him. He dropped, the sleek black H&K MP5 submachinegun clattering to the floor. Kat dropped the magazine out and turned on Richard, picking the gun up and ripping several long, sicle shaped magazines from his coat. She put a fresh magazine in, and walked up too him.
“We have to go. Now.” She said, grabbing him by the collar and firing a dozen bullets into the cealing, the leather clad crowd parting before the pair.
Jerking on Richard’s dog collar again, Kat pushed the back door open with her foot, firing a quick burst.
The man on the other side of the door jerked and contorted as the light bullets penetrated completley through his upper shoulder and neck, and blood was everywere, Richard’s head spinning from the flashing strobe light, and he fought for balance as Kat pulled at him.
Then, in a flash of motion, Kat lashed out at him, knocking him flat on his ass around the corner of the hallway, and bullets whizzed past, bouncing around with loud noises, the richocehes putting holes in the bare drywall.
Kat leaned around the corner and fired off a burst untill the weapon clicked empty, and she dropped it, moving around the corner again as a gun roared and chunks of the corner was blowen off in a shower of gray dust and white chips.
Kat swore bitterly and slowly, pulling out her pistol again and reloading a smaller, straight magazine. She put it around the corner and fired a half dozen shots with out looking, and a hot shell casing hit Richard in the face.
“What the hell is going on?” Richard yelled over the ringing in her ear and the sound of live gunfire, bullets chiping away at the wall.
“Shut the fuck up and get down!” Kat yelled, bullets punching through the wall just over the pairs head. Kat fired a few more bullets and rolled out into the hall, firing from a low crouch, bullets everywere.
A bullet caught one of the men in suits in the stomach, and he screamed and dropped to his knees, Kat reloading again and pulling Richard to the back door by his arm.

[ThegunsofNevada]

A man was standing just on the other side of the door, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, despite the heat. He reached for a gun in his coat, and Kat kicked him in the shin and hit him upside with the flat submachinegun, dropping him to the ground. Kat slid into the BMW and fumbled for her key, Richard standing by the passenger side door, babbling. Kat pulled him up over the door and looked him in the eyes.
“Shut the fuck up, Richard, and take a few depths. These men are out to kill you. I'm here to make sure that doesn’t happen, okay?” The lie was easy for Kat, and he believed it. He wanted to, after all.
Kat started the car and hit the gas, shifting up quickly as a black sedan pulled out behind them.
Kat handed Richard the submachinegun, moving the selector lever up a notch.
“See that? Three selections. Top is safe, second is one bullet, and third is fully automatic. Hit the lever in front of the magazine to reload and move the long tube thing to cock it, okay? Its ready to fire.”
Richard held the flat black piece of metal and plastic limply, looking down at it. A bullet whizzed past with a sharp crack, and Richard snapped into action, leaning over the seat. He pulled the trigger and a chunk of the roof flew off, the gun kicking in his hands. It was the first time he had ever fired a gun.
The black Sedan eased off, a man leaning out the side with a rifle, a red dot slowly moving off the BMW’s rear bumper onto Richard’s torso. Kat swerved the car violently to the rest, smiling grimly, her lips pulled back from her sharp teeth.
Richard fired again and again, unable to get a good shot as the car whipped around through traffic, the men in the sedan fiing back, bullets flying overhead, one even taking off the BMW’s right rear view mirror, and another cracking the windshield.
Traffic cleared and Kat grit her teeth, downshifting quickly and slamming on the breaks, wrenching the steering wheel to the left, the small car whipping around as Kat killed the engine. The car screeched to a halt, and Kat had her pistol ready, and the black Sedan barley had time to slow as Kat put an entire seventeen round magazine into the driver, and the sedan roared past drunkenly, slamming into a traffic light, the noise and carnage ending with the prolonged scream of the cars horn going off. Richard saw, in a flash of terror, the splattered driver bent forwards, his forehead wresting on the horn. The top half of his head was missing.
Richard tried to stop the vomit, but he couldn’t, and he wretched all over the asphalt as Kat calmly threw the pistol and submachinegun out onto the ground and re-stated the BMW, purring through the green traffic light and into traffic. Richard wanted to say something. He wanted to leap out of the car, to run, to just get away from the blood and killing. He was terrified of the girl who was smiling as she drove who nonchalantly checked her hair in the mirror, although her suit was smeared with some one else’s blood. She brushed her hair back
“They’ll know where were staying. We have to get a new room.” Kat said, pulling up onto the beach.
“Help me push the car in.” Kat said, pulling a small suitcase out the trunk and an oblong bag.
The two pushed the car into the warm water of the ocean, and they retreated away to a nearby, cheap hotel with cream colored walls and burgundy carpets. They got a single room and Kat checked it carefully, Richard still feeling like he was in shock.
Kat sat down on one of the small beds and opened up the bag, removing a sleek gray submachinegun, pulling a long cassette full of ammo from the top of it, checking it. She slid it up against the nightstand and spread out on the bed, curling into a tight semi circle.
“What happened?” Richard demanded, breathing deeply as he sat down across from her, and she explained elaborately about how they were enemies of his father, out to kidnap him. She even made it incredibly ludicrous and elaborate, never including the facts or giving any indication that she was lying, and that the men, were in fact, after her.
Richard was exhausted and he fell asleep. He dreamed he was walking through a lemon crop in Florida, and he felt a little cold. He gently woke up, looked around the dark room, and realized there was something in his mouth. He tried to spit the gag out, but it wouldn’t move. He realized his hands were cuffed to the headboard, and he began to squirm.
Kat came out of nowhere and straddled his chest, leaning over. She held a long, slim knife that sparkled in the dim light in one hand and a bottle of lemon juice in the other.
“You know when I said I was here to protect you?” Kat asked with a big smile, using the razor sharp blade to remove his shirt.
“I lied.”

The next morning Kat was walking out of the hotel, relaxed and refreshed, wearing a suit coat that was a little too big for her, and defiantly male. Her previous one had a bullet hole through it that she had taken in the gunfight with out even noticing. It was very close to her thigh, too.
She had the small suitcase, but not the gun bag, and there was a slight bulge on her right side, but it was tailored over well by the bigger coat.
She felt something was wrong when she got to the street, looking for a taxi. The hairs on her arms and the back of her neck leaped to attention, and then she noticed the man with the shotgun and suit. He was wearing sunglasses, and smiling.
The shotgun roared and Kat felt pressure on her stomach and breasts. It got wet, and she looked down, her tie in ruin and crimson soaking up her white blouse. Only when she realized she was shot did it start to hurt, and she stared down at herself.
The man worked the slide on the black shotgun, and Kat dropped backwards, pushing up on the submachinegun under her coat, tethered around her shoulder by a short sling. She pressed the trigger down and the gun chattered, and she moved the stream of bullets up, the hard slugs carving through a car and then through the man, and soon both of them were on the ground, bleeding out. Kat's vision started to blur a little, and she staggered to her feet, using the small submachinegun as a crutch.
She examined the damage slowly, coughing up blood as she stood.
The shotgun load had been light; A game load, with lots of small pellets. Nothing serious like buckshot or solid slugs. She was messed up, that was for sure, but she wasn’t going to die before she got to the hospital. She smiled in anticipation; It was going to be excellent when they dug the shot out.
Well, I guess I wont have to cut tonight…she thought, trailing blood off too the hospital.