Prologue
Darkness surrounded her like a comforting blanket, warm and soft. It was as familiar to her as the metal asp in its case on her belt or the Sig-sauer 9 millimeter that was held so casually in her hand. She blended with the darkness, the slate gray of her pants and turtleneck becoming part of the shadows, hiding her from sight of the two that she watched.
Of course, they weren't really watching for her. Caitlyn smiled wryly, listening to the grunts and moans that were coming from the open patio French doors. She doubted they would hear her if she stomped up to them right now.
"Oh you fucking slut, you're so God damned tight."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, even as the noises and the smells of sex enveloped her and created a little spurt of longing inside of her. When was the last time she'd had a night off? Shit, when was the last time she'd actually had a date?
"Take it bitch, take it all. You like it don't you? Don't you, slut?"
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and wet sloshing sounds got louder and Caitlyn turned and looked into the side panel of the doors, keeping her body in the shadow.
Her target was huge, six feet five inches at least with shoulders that would argue with door frames. She'd read his stats, knew his background, but seeing him in person was something else. He was impressively muscled from what she could see at this angle, his body covering the tiny body of his blonde lover who groaned with every impassioned thrust of the huge man.
Caitlyn couldn't help but wonder at the size of his cock, if it would be as impressive as the rest of him. She felt a spurt of warmth in her own groin and almost groaned. Damn she needed to get laid. With a sigh, she reached up and pulled down the black light weight mask that covered her bright red hair and face, molding to the angles of her bones without hampering her sight or her breathing.
She stepped into the bedroom of the magnificent house feeling confident; the alarm system was by-passed by the new technique her tech department had developed. She knew every inch of the interior of the house down to the placement of the furniture. If she had to leave in total darkness she could without a worry. She knew the target's habits, knew his propensity for tiny blondes like the one wriggling in what seemed like ecstasy upon the bed right now. Tiny blondes that looked nothing like his eight month pregnant wife who was a beautiful brunette and her client.
"Oh bitch, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in you." His words were interspersed with loud groans and heavy pants, his hips driving into the small woman with enough power that Caitlyn felt a spurt of sympathy at the bruises she would have later.
"No! You can't, baby. Remember, I quit taking the pill cause Johnny wants babies?" For the first time, the blonde spoke up, her hands pushing on the target's wide chest.
"Shut the fuck up, slut. I do what I want, remember?" His hand rose threatening the tiny woman. Caitlyn watched as the small blonde cowered under him, putting her hands above her face to stop him from hitting her.
Caitlyn got there first, the barrel of her Sig. gently resting against his temple.
"I don't think you want to do that, Cody, I really don't." She grinned as she heard her own voice, the new components of the mask had changed its tone, depth and pitch until she didn't recognize it herself.
Cody didn't move, he barely breathed.
"I think you should get up off the slut now, Cody. Slowly!" she warned, taking a step back and estimating the length of his reach, just in case the idiot did decide to try something stupid. In a way she hoped he would, remembering the bruises she'd seen on pretty, pregnant Sheila White.
The blonde on the bed screeched, covering herself with the blankets as Cody White slipped off of her, giving Caitlyn a glimpse of dark brown pubic hair and impressively huge, fake boobs. Caitlyn chuckled, bending over carefully and picking up the woman's dress that was lying at her feet. Bright red, micro mini with a halter top that left little if anything to the imagination, it was just the type of thing a woman who would fuck Cody White should wear. Caitlyn threw it to the woman on the bed and told her to get dressed.
"Where's your wallet, Cody?" she asked of the big man who stood, his hands up at about shoulder height, his body exposed to her gaze.
"Why? What the fuck do you want?"
"Because I asked you, and you'll find out soon enough what I want." Caitlyn sighed, wondering why the big handsome ones had to be so damn dumb.
"It's on the dresser. Take it and whatever else you want, just don't kill me."
Under the mask, Caitlyn rolled her eyes. She backed over to the dresser, flicking on the light and blinding the two lovers for a moment. Her mask had eye filters that cut the light and gradually, timed to the changing focus of her eyes, would allow more in so she was never blinded or left in the dark. Picking up the wallet, she counted out twenty dollars, leaving the rest on the dresser. She threw the money at the woman.
"Now, I'm going to let you out of here, but if you don't want husband Johnny Carter to know you've been fucking his business partner for the past five months, I'd keep your mouth shut about what you know about this. And if you think of lying to him and reporting anything you know to the cops, the pictures that I have will be sent to your husband. Let me think, you had a prenuptial agreement with him, didn't you?" Caitlyn almost laughed at the look on the woman's face.
She took one last look at Cody, and fled the room, running out the wide double doors about thirty seconds later. As she was heading down the long drive towards the open front gates of the house, she heard the faint sound of a struggle, of furniture breaking, and for a second, she felt sorry for the woman who'd broken in. If she knew Cody, the woman would be a bruised and broken mess by the time he was done.
Caitlyn stared down at the man lying on the broken jumble of what had once been a coffee table situated in front of the big fireplace in the bedroom. Now it was kindling.
Cody got up slowly and Caitlyn couldn't help but grin behind the mask. She did like them big, and this one looked like he had enough muscle and stamina to keep going for a while. Now she only hoped he wasn't stupid enough to charge her like some kind of bull.
Cody's head came down between his massive shoulders and with a roar of rage he plowed forward, his arms out as he sought to grab the woman who'd just sent him flying. When he got a hold of her, he was going to give her a beating she'd never forget, and then maybe he'd fuck her brains out so that she knew what a man was really like.
Caitlyn waited as he charged at her, calculating distances quickly in her mind. She seemed to almost be lounging as she stood there easily, her feet about shoulder distance apart. When the man came to grabbing distance though, she ducked under his reaching arm, grabbing it and using his own momentum, sent him hurtling back the way he'd come, grinning as he hit the brick fireplace. His head connected with a loud thunk and he teetered on his feet for a moment.
"You know, Cody, this could take a while. Aren't you even curious about why I'm here?"
Cody peeled himself off the wall, grimacing at the pain in his head. Blood dripped from a cut on his forehead; spilling into his left eye and making it sting, blurring his vision. Rage made him see red. He turned and plowed back at this woman who was humiliating him so easily.
"I guess not," Caitlyn said, seeing him coming at her once more.
This time though, she let him get closer, ducking under his arms once more but this time, she threw all her strength into two punches she landed against his washboard stomach, hearing his grunting exhale. With a grunt of her own, she threw one more punch, landing it on the tip of his square jaw, knocking his head back on his ox like shoulders.
Cody teetered backwards on unsteady feet, the air knocked from him by those surprisingly powerful blows. He saw stars around his eyes, felt blood rush into his mouth from where he'd bitten his tongue. With a grunt, he fell backwards, landing on his bare ass on the floor, splinters from the wooden table biting into his skin.
Caitlyn waited to see if he'd get up. When he continued to sit there, she got out her small digital camera, circling the huge man who now sat like a rag doll on the ground, his arms hanging loosely from his sides, blood spewing from his mouth to mingle with that coming from the cut on his head. A knotted bump was on the edge of his jaw, the area swelling rapidly.
She waited until he caught his breath, clicking pictures to be given to her client. The client hadn't wanted Cody killed, just taught a lesson and by a woman since he had so little respect for them. Caitlyn knew the type of man Cody was, and she just hoped one lesson would be enough. With men like him, those whose muscle mass far outweighed their intelligence quota, one lesson normally wouldn't be enough.
She put her camera back in its small pocket at the waist of her pants and took a seat on the small chaise lounge that had once sat next to the coffee table which was in pieces on the floor. The chaise had been knocked backwards also, and was now sitting close to the French doors.
"Okay, Cody? Are you ready?" She took out the Sig. holding it with a negligent hand as she waited for him to nod.
"Are you going to kill me now?" he asked, though with his tongue swollen and bleeding the words sounded more like... "R ew ing o ill me ow?"
"No, Cody. I'm not being paid to kill you." Caitlyn waited a moment before adding the two words she hoped would scare him enough to put him on the straight and narrow. "This time." But with a groan, she saw the look in his eyes, a look that said that once she left, he'd beef up his security, he'd do what he had to do to keep himself safe and then live his life the same way he'd been doing it before. Beating his wife, fucking whatever woman caught his eye and treating the female population as if the only use they had was for what they had between their legs.
"I was hoping you'd be smarter than that, Cody. I really was. I haven't had to kill a target in a while and I might be a bit rusty. It might take more than one shot to do the deed and my aim could slip. I could, say, accidentally," she pointed the Sig. at the downed man, aiming the barrel at the limp piece of flesh that lay against his thigh, "blow off something that you might want to keep for a while. Imagine the pain, Cody, of having that little dick of yours blown off by a nine millimeter slug. Imagine the horror of knowing that you might have to live the rest of your life squatting like a woman to take a piss."
Caitlyn loved the look in his eyes now, the horror in his face. His hand went to his crotch, his body curling over his lap protectively.
"Yeah, guys like you always do think that their dicks are the most important thing in their worlds. I always wondered why but I know now. You'd hate to be thought brainless." Caitlyn waved away her words with an airy move of the hand that held the gun. "Anyway, that's neither here nor there. As to why I'm here. And I hope you pay attention to this, Cody. I really hope you do. I've seen your wife. You remember her, don't you?"
Caitlyn waited until Cody looked up at her and nodded. "She's a beautiful, sweet woman who, for some reason, loves you. Now I'm not here to argue about the insanity of love, probably because I don't much believe in it. What I am here to talk to you about is your treatment of her and how you will be treating her from now on. Are you listening?"
"Ess," came from behind his swollen mouth.
"If I hear of anymore bruises, any more fooling around, any more shenanigans of any kind out of you, Cody boy, I will be back and I'll make this little go around look like a love fest. Understood?"
Caitlyn stood, standing over the prone man, waiting for his nod. When it came, she shook her head sadly. She'd be back here. She could only hope that her client, Sheila, wouldn't bear the brunt of his anger.
But for now, all she could do was finish the job, do the clean up, and get out of here. Spinning quickly on the ball of her foot, she performed a beautiful kick that caught Cody on the temple just where she'd aimed. He fell like the bull he looked like, hitting the ground and not getting up. Caitlyn bent over, feeling his neck for a pulse, checking his breathing and his eyes.
"Yep, I've never seen a man your size yet that can't get kicked in the head and sleep it off and be just as stubborn and piggish the next day." Caitlyn sighed, reaching into a pocket on the leg of her pants and pulling out her signature, leaving it sitting on the man's chest.
She holstered her Sig. giving it a small pat like you would a treasured pet, checking to make sure she'd left nothing of importance behind, she left the way she'd came, slipping into the shadows and disappearing from sight.