To say the least she was beautiful, another of those great female creations that God occasionally puts on this earth. Unfortunately she knew it and she was enjoying the attention she was getting as she put herself on exhibition for everyone in the NCO Club. The entire audience was devouring her with their eyes as she strutted about the place. The men watched her out of lust and the ladies out of envy.
Hell, you couldn’t blame them, only a blind person would fail to notice her and there were definitely no blind people in the club. Some of them might have been close sighted, a few near sighted and a few probably not seeing too well from having consumed too many drinks.
But they all saw her and they enjoyed the sight of her as she strutted about the place putting a great strain on the lower part of her silver lame’ dress as it clung to every curve of her body like a jealous lover. Not to be outdone, the equally tight bodice was cut just low enough to give the guys more than just a salacious peek as to what was concealed under the garment.
It was an erotic pleasure to simply watch as her body movements set up a rhythmic cadence, matching the swaying of her beautifully rounded derriere in unison with the clacking of her high heels seemingly screaming for anyone wanting to hear, “Sex, Sex, Sex.” And everyone in the club got the message.
Her movements weren’t due entirely to the amount of alcohol she had consumed, although she had downed a few. They were deliberate as she strode around the club like a tigress prowling the jungle searching for prey.
Now she strutted even more as she slowly walked out of the club headed towards her car parked in the nearby parking lot. There she would await the lucky guy she had selected to continue her evening’s entertainment.
She paused momentarily at the end of the sidewalk near the parking lot, turned slightly to take advantage of the sparse light coming from the entrance to the club and she became preoccupied with retrieving her car keys from her purse. The pesky little things were not being cooperative.
She was engrossed in her search for her keys but should have paid attention to the man that was approaching her from the rear. Unfortunately, she had her back towards him and never noticed him.
The man, however, had definitely noticed her. He altered his course slightly to take a few steps in her direction; quickly looked around as he walked and seeing no one, pulled a small handgun from his jacket. He fired once and the bullet struck the girl in the back, tore through that beautiful body and pierced her heart. She gasped, staggered briefly, took a few steps, and then dropped to the pavement. The crimson blood gushed out onto the sidewalk as her heart tried vainly to beat its last few times and then stopped.
The man looked around again to be certain there were no witnesses. Seeing none, he reached into another pocket, pulled out a stone and dropped it onto the small of the girl’s back. The stone bounced off her body then slowly rolled off onto the pavement.
Her assailant pocketed his weapon and hurriedly walked away.
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