George and the Dragon
Copyright© 2011 by Jim Priest
Chapter 3: Enter The Dragon
Joshua Richmond yawned and turned the page of his paper. Nothing ever happened. Everyday thousands of people passed the grand old building without realising what it was. Just like Army Intelligence liked it. Just then the entrance door began to revolve and into the lobby strode a frumpy looking silver haired woman in a light blue business jacket and dress. “I’m sorry Mam but the art gallery is a few blocks further down” he told her. She stopped, opened the large white handbag she was carrying and rummaged inside.
“No. This is the right place” the woman told him as she click clacked towards him on expensive looking high heels. Joshua became more alert. ‘English? Jeese we whooped your ass in the War of Independence and you still don’t get the message” he said. “I beg your pardon?” the woman’s voice was hard with indignation. “I’m sorry mam but this building is off limits to the general public” he told her.
“I have an invitation right here” the woman said, searching in her handbag once more. Suddenly, it’s contents spill to the floor. “Oh damnation!” she exclaimed. Joshua watched bemused as the posh English broad crouched on her haunches to retrieve the items. “Oh do come and help me please” she pleads. “Oh very well” the guard sighed, getting out of his seat. Walking around his desk, he notes how the long slits in her skirt were exposing a lot of leg. Mmmmm nice legs for a frumpy old bird. He crouched to pick up her compact and takes a good long look up her skirt. Past her knees he is excited to spot stockings and suspenders with a glimpse of white knickers. Wow the old broad really has great legs. The woman stood up and stepped towards him. Joshua was just rising when he felt large hands pressing on the back of his neck keeping his head down. “No!” he cried as a blue nylon clad knee hurtled towards him. WHUMP “Kkkkkkkshhhhhh” the knee struck his throat like a hammer hitting an anvil, crushing his windpipe with a ghastly thud.
“There’s my invitation you rude man” he heard her say as he clutched his throat. Knowing he would die unless he got immediate medical attention, Joshua withdrew his pistol intending to attract help and shoot the English bitch in the process. “Oh don’t be so tedious” the woman sighed. He thought she looked really fierce as she grabbed his wrist with both hands and swung his arm towards the ceiling while digging her fingers into the tendons. With horror Joshua felt his fingers go numb. A sharp kick at the back of his legs and his feet were swept away from under him.
“Kkk kkkk” his body depleting its last reserves of oxygen, he watched helplessly as, still holding his wrist keeping his arm straight, the scary looking woman put a heel on his ruined throat. Joshua felt the sharp point of the stiletto heel dig into the flesh. “Kkkk” a large toned shapely calve muscle towered before his eyes. Despite his predicament, he couldn’t help running his eyes over the thick ankles, along the thick shapely calves, over strong thighs to stocking tops near the apex of her legs. Although he knew he was dying, he couldn’t help being turned on by the sight. Wow the old British turkey had great legs. He was going to go to Heaven with a hard-on, what a way to go.
Suddenly the point pressure on his throat soared as the woman lifted her other foot from the floor transferring her full weight onto his neck. With all her bodyweight on top of it, the stiletto heel drove through cartilage and punctured his windpipe with a ghastly sound like a nail being driven through a taut rubber sheet covering the end of a box. KLOCK! Followed by a slight hiss. “Do you get that message, you nasty little man?” the deadly well dressed woman told him. Peeling his fingers from the cold metal, the gun was thrown onto Joshua’s body. “Americans and their guns. Nasty habit” she said.
Walking to the entrance door, she locked it then glanced at the security camera positioned overhead. The small device she had activated when she entered had sent a specialised EMF spike that froze the image it transmitted. Locking the guard’s arms at the elbows, the elegantly dressed woman dragged the body out of view behind the desk. Picking up an unescorted visitors pass, she took from her handbag something that resembled a large plaster. Removing the backing, she stuck it to the back of the pass. Swiping the card above the reader of the interior security door, she heard the mechanism unlock. The Dragon entered the building.
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