sexy women with guns

Sam was sat nervously on the sofa inputting the figures onto the spreadsheet on the laptop which was sat on top of her exposed but closed legs. The banker had told her to wear a short skirt for the meeting and she has obliged wearing a black short pencil skirt along with a white shirt suitably unbuttoned enough to show off the mounds of her chest. Her red fingernails tapped on the keys as various figures were discussed and each time the excel spreadsheet worked out a figure which she relayed to the banker, ‘No that’s not enough’ said the banker we need at least 20% type in 20 Karen he ordered to his PA’ but this riled the older of the Varga brothers, ‘don’t fuckin enter in no twenty’ he said looking at Sam with evil eyes before taking a silver handgun from his waistband and pointing it at the banker. ‘We deal in 15 maybe 16 but no more,’ he barked as he walked toward the banker and squeezed the gun into the bald spot on the rear of his head. The banker held his hands up and said calmly ‘I don’t make the rules here its just business we have overheads people that have to be paid’ intimating that maybe her was giving out backhanders to local officials like the Hungarians did back home. ‘Luca tell this banking weasel what we did to the last man who took our money’ and the younger over the two sat back in the large armchair and began to tell the story of how they raped his wife and then burned his children. Sam’s palms were sweaty and beads of sweat could be felt oozing out onto her brow. She knew that Rachel was listening and recording the conversation but she grew wary of the glances back and forth from the Hungarians. They didn’t look at her like other men their gazes were not wanting but evil and she felt her assets were useless against the pair. She felt vulnerable and alone despite the knowledge that the B-Squad was close by she new that if she was found out there in that room especially when she saw they were armed she could be dead or worse before they could reach her. At that moment she realised what she was involved in, gone was the glamour of Rachel’s hidden shoe room, gone was the glitz of her dressing up and drinking champagne to lure her prey, gone was the idealism that The B-squad was there to protect the world from harm for she was in harms way and had only her whits as a weapon and so she closed the laptop and pushed it onto the small glass table in front of her.

She carefully lifted her handbag and excused herself stating she needed to use the bathroom and each man watched her ass as she walked towards it before returning to business and continuing to argue over the percentage cut the banker was to get for himself. Despite the fact that 15 or 16 percent of their amassed fortune would be enough for any man to retire on he pushed until they settled on 19% whilst Sam was in the bathroom. ‘She’s freaking out in there’ said Mike also listening in on the operation. ‘She’ll be fine’ replied Rachel nervously from the back of the van sat outside the hotel and branded as if it were that of an electrical contractor. Also in the van were two of Red Group who looked at Rachel’s worried face as she said to Mike, ‘In each other we trust right?’ but with those words she lifted her Beretta unclicked the safety catch and slid the working parts back before rereleasing it and with a click sending the bullet at the top of her full metal jacket into the barrel. The other two followed suit cocking their weapons. ‘I hope you are right’ was Mike’s response spoken from the coms room back at base were Red Group monitored Sam’s wire along with the communications and had a satellite camera placed over the hotel which relayed the image of the van in which Rachel and the two men were sat outside the back doors of the plush hotel.

Inside and in the bathroom of the plush suite on the 4^th Floor Sam reached up inside her skirt and pulled out the transmitter from her underwear and dropped it into the toilet with an embarrassing sounding ‘plop’. She then reached her hand into her bra and pulled out the microphone and yanked out the tiny wire which had led to the transmitter in her fancy knickers. Dropping it also into the toilet she stuffed a load of rolled up paper in also and then flushed it away. ‘We’ve lost coms’ ‘Raven we’ve lost coms!’ shouted Mike. ‘I know’ she said worryingly, ‘Get in their Major!’ he barked but Rachel stayed perfectly still, Wait’ she shouted back just as she heard something, ‘what’s that Ma’am’ queried the man sat on the chair beside her as he lifted the headphones from his ears. ‘It’s my phone, gimme that bag’ she commanded. ‘Raven what’s going on, come in Raven?!’ inquired Mike as the other man in the van threw Rachel’s phone towards her. Quickly grabbing it she lifted it to her ear and breathed a sigh of relief before turning to the others and pressing her hand against her mouth to tell them to be quiet then unplugged the speaker so Mike could no longer be heard in the van. ‘Commander we are unplugged’ said one of the analysts in the coms room. ‘Get Rachel on the phone now’ he barked but her phone just gave an engaged tone, ‘What is she doing?’ he said under his breath and between his gritted teeth. He trusted Rachel but hated being in the dark, ‘Do we have eyes inside the van’ he questioned and a shouted of ‘yes sir’ came from another before the screen before them displayed Rachel in the back of the van wearing a baseball cap and stone jacket and jeans holding her phone to one ear while pressing her finger into her other. The others were scrambling about the floor of the van which resembled a mini-command centre until one held aloft a tiny black lead with a silver jack on the end. Rachel took the lead from him and plugged it into the output socket on her iPhone and immediately the Varga brother’s voices could be heard in the coms room back at the Shropshire base. Mike breathed a sigh of relief and listened as the older brother asked, ‘how does this be done,’ and the next voice to be heard was like music to the ears of all listening, like a piano concerto the banker spilled the beans on how the whole operation worked.

Sam had walked from the bathroom carrying her hand bag which contained her phone. The devise she had used to call Rachel whilst in the bathroom was still connected relaying the conversation being held in that meeting. She was lucky too because the younger brother was suspicious of her and when she returned he sat beside her just as she placed her handbag onto the table on top of her laptop. He sat real close and sniffed her just under her ear, ‘she smells nice too nice’ he said toward his brother. ‘I never smelt a sweet smelling rat before.’ As those words left his mouth they could be felt as warm breath on her neck sending a chill down her spine and into the area previously occupied by the transmitter striking fear into her heart which fell into her belly making her bile swirl uncontrollably. The bile hurled acid against the walls of her stomach and upwards until she felt nauseous and was very nearly sick as the warm breath drifted from her neck to her nostrils and the mix of cigarettes and garlic were sucking inside instead of the much needed oxygen. The fear was clear on her expression as the colour from the fake tan dissipated leaving a cold grey complexion that only fear or death could bring. She knew in that moment that her death could come quicker than she had ever anticipated. Manys a night partying hard she had inhaled substances that may have ended her life but filled with the courage only alcohol can bring and the empathy of the E in her bloodstream she snipped without care of the consequences and there in that room she had only herself to blame if that was to be the last breath she inhaled.

‘Now now gentlemen’ said the banker she is no snitch she is my PA for god’s sake, let’s get this deal done.’ The brother’s didn’t listen to him and were intent on either finding out who she really was or scaring her or maybe something else as the younger brother placed his clammy hand onto her bare knee. He sniffed her again and said, ‘come here brother does she smell like a sweet but dirty rat to you.’ As he spoke and the garlic and cigarettes drifted across her neck once again Sam sat rigid unable to move or speak watching his hand which edged up her bare leg firmly moving upwards. Then her hair was brushed aside as the elder brother stood behind were she was sat on the sofa pulled it back with his hand revealing her other ear before pressing his nose into her soft neck and sniffing, ‘maybe she wears a wire’ he said, ‘maybe she was adjusting it in the bathroom’ he said, ‘maybe she wants us to find it’ he finished just as the clammy hand disappeared under her skirt. The elder brother then pressed the muzzle of his silver semi-automatic into her neck and she felt the cold steel in stark contrast to the warmth of garlic breath on her other side. The hand reached the top of her inner thigh and prized her legs apart further before he pushed it into her sexy lingerie worn not for him nor her boss but for her own pleasure she liked to wear nice bra and knickers sets but that didn’t matter to the man whose hand was rummaging around inside feeling first for the transmitter but also taking the time to enjoy the feel of the entire smooth area. The steel muzzle slid down her neck and was then with drawn replaced by the hand of the elder brother who rammed it straight down into her shirt and inside her bra groping first her right breast and then her left as his brother’s fingers moistened the lips between her legs and she sat frozen but also relived that her quick thinking had left her manhandled but safe. She knew what she has signed up to but being close to death made her realise that anything else was a walk in the park and as it wasn’t the first time a man had sat beside her with his hand between her legs on a sofa nor the first time a man had rummaged inside her bra she was calm and almost relaxed allowing her body to become less stiff and for her heart to settle from the pounding it was giving her chest from the inside. She was a party girl and had been in that situation many times before but rarely sober. She had let her body be manhandles many times sometimes without her being in control but mostly with her blessing so she sat and waited until they had their fun and the elder brother withdrew first, ‘she’s clean brother’ he said, ‘now lets get down to business we can’t waste any more time.’ The younger Varga brother then removed his hand and sniffed his fingers closing his eyes as if the aroma was in some way the divine scent of frankincense itself before standing and pursing his lips to blow an air kiss back at Sam.

In the van and at the base all listened intently as the banker revealed how he would lease empty units in high streets up and down the country. In the beginning he had to use the upstairs of most retail units so the address was on the main shopping streets but with the arrival of Tesco and Asda to most small towns the smaller retail outlets had closed down leaving it easy to rent units for a small price on most high streets in Britain. The supermarket factor missed with the recession increased his ability to set up small retail companies that looked on paper as if they were trading in prime locations up and down the country. He would then bank money weekly into local branches as if it were the takings of the local retailer than didn’t exist and he took great pleasure in coming up with false names for retailers a game he and his kids would play at the weekends. The company he had set up for the Varga brothers was called, ‘This n That’ and had fake outlets in Sheffield, Nottingham, Middlesbrough, Telford and Chester. He explained how he then set up a holding company which took all of the funds deposited by the local branches and paid out salaries paying even Income Tax and National Insurance to stolen details which changed from month to month which mirrored the turnover of staff in retail. The rest of the money went into a development fund for future growth which could be drawn upon by the company directors, the Varga brothers, at any time. This gave them 24 hour access via internet banking to 81% of their banked takings which was clean untraceable money than came from their dodgy dealings in the first place. The 19% agreed as the bankers fee would be paid out to the non-existent staff but paid into a number of bank accounts which he could draw from and he didn’t go into any more detail about how he did that but ended with, ‘you see it’s simple you give your money to me I launder it and return it to you in a clean bank account which you can draw from at your leisure and no-one can touch except you.’

‘Genius’ said the younger brother still smiling at Sam, ‘Costly’ said the older brother but also impressed by the banker and no-longer wishing to shoot him dead. ‘yes but you see there’s a lot to it and that money has to be picked up and lodged into each branch that’s not easy.’ ‘But we take all the risk transporting the cash to Britain each month.’ ‘How you do that is your business’ said the banker, ‘we agree the meeting point one day in advance and you have one hour to deliver if you miss that window we will not be here and it will be a different hotel each time, ok?’ ‘Ok ok ok’ repeated the older brother rubbing his head, ‘come Luca we go’ and his brother rose from his seat still smiling at Sam who was bursting with excitement inside and what was heard but also panicking in-case the phone wasn’t close enough to pick it up.

‘Did you get that?’ asked Rachel. ‘We sure did’ answered mike, ‘well done I’ll get this over to Scotland Yard before we leave said Rachel smiling triumphantly’ ‘Ok Raven that’s you over move out we are to go to level 2’ Rachel breathed a sigh of relief before ending the call and texting her friend;

WELL DONE BABE U WERE FANTASTIC.

Sam left with the banker who apologised for the behaviour of the men even though he had imagined doing the same every time he was with her but it wasn’t until they stepped inside his Bentley that it was revealed who she really was. He opened the door for her and stared longingly at her legs as she slid into the backseat. He sat next to her really close as always and asked her to open her laptop so he could see how 19% affected his bottom line. She opened it as the driver drove away from the hotel but not toward the bank. The banker did not notice the route he was taking as he had one eye on the screen and the other on her sexy red fingernails as they tapped on the keys. His eyes drifted to her cleavage and his mind back to the sight of the hand that disappeared inside. His trousers rose between his legs as he recalled what he saw and envied the man whose hand felt the nipples he longed to see but he was brought back with a jolt when she read out the figure. That one percent change meant over £100,000 less than he had expected, ‘Holy shit’ he said, ‘there goes your bonus’ a callous remark which he meant but which hit a nerve with Sam who was still full of adrenaline and she slammed the computer shut. ‘Why didn’t you say anything back there or try to stop them, ‘Karen baby they had guns there was nothing I could do he nervously smiled. Sam noticed the car swerve into the side street on route to the underground car park and she turned her head to her boss. ‘How come you’ve never felt me like that?’ she asked in a soft sexy tone that made the lump twitch in his trousers.

Hearing the words stiffened him and his gaze fell into her cleavage, ‘would you like me to?’ he asked coyly just as her hand drifted onto his leg. He gulped watching the red fingernails slide towards the tent pole poking up from in his trousers. ‘Ofcourse’ she whispered leaning into his ear as the brother’s had done to her. He thought it was Christmas or his birthday as he hand reached his hardness and grabbed it just as everything went dark and they arrived in the basement car park. He looked up to see where he was just as she twisted her hand and he cried out like a yelping dog. Bending it hard she pushed it downward filling him with pain before grabbing his balls and clenching her fist leaving him writhing in pain and weeping like a child. She stepped out and looked in on him before watching as the driver, another B-Squad member undercover yanked his curled up body from the shiny blue Bentley before throwing him to the ground and meeting his face with his boot. A swift kick to the stomach left him bent double on the floor and wailing, ‘I’m sorry.’

In the car as Sam twisted him in her hand she rose in stature and became the woman she is today, the leader of Red Group and a GC within the B-Squad. She walked around the shiny car and stood towering above him before setting her hell on his thigh and pressing down, ‘Enough Enough’ he shouted, ‘this is only the beginning she sadistically grinned before nodding toward the driver. He knew what that nod meant and he dragged the wounded body up onto a chair that had been placed there before delivering a blow to the side of his head with his fist that nearly knocked him back off again. ‘What is this he shouted as the pain in his head made him angry.’

‘This is your call’ she answered, ‘What?’ he questioned looking at her like he always did as if she was nothing to his power and success. ‘The B-Squad are calling upon you’ she said and his puzzled expression worsened, ‘listen bitch you are sacked’ he said just as she lifted her foot and playfully dragged it up his leg. He watched her sexy high heels and long bar leg mesmerized again until the foot moved towards his groin and she pressed it hard. He screamed again in pain, ‘Stop please stop for god’s sake Karen stop!’ She lifted her foot but only slightly, ‘I asked you a question’ she said playing with his mind. ‘What fucking question?’ ‘Are you ready to do what the B-Squad ask?’ she repeated. ‘Who or what the fuck is the B-Squad he asked shivering in pain.

You don’t need to know all you need to know is that we have a record of your conversation with the Vargas and unless you give us the names of each and every contact you do this laundry for we will hand you over to Scotland Yard. ‘Bullshit’ he said, ‘Who the hell are you anyway let me go, you’re fired!’ The driver held his phone to the banker’s ear and let him hear his own recorded voice detailing his every move. His demeanour changed and his heart sank listening to himself until he gave up the fight, ‘What o you want from me?’ he asked realising he had been caught by the beauty of the woman he employed to be his PA. Samantha had used her time in his office gathering more and more evidence but it was his own incriminating admission that told the whole story and they had it on tape thanks to Sam.

She needed to weapon other than herself that day and Rachel was right the man before her trembling and weak was there because of her assets, used in the right way to get the job that allowed to give the B-squad what they desperately needed.