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The taxi arrived promptly for the pick-up. Clayton had been waiting in
anticipation all morning, another chance to meet up with the vision of 
beauty he first met at the City Art Gallery just two days ago. The taxi
driver made polite if somewhat limited conversation with Clayton as 
they made their way out of the city and to the secluded hill top home
of Lara, the luring and enticing reason for Clayton?s trip. The taxi 
pulled into the drive way before disappearing into an underground 
garage which then led to the sprawling gardens and patios which 
adorned the property. Clayton was struggling to take it all in and
assumed that Lara had been spectacularly successful in her career 
as an art dealer, since from what he could see, this was definitely
a millionaire?s pad and with classic taste. As the taxi drew up, the 
driver intimated to Clayton that Lara would be waiting for him
by the pool which was situated at the rear of the gardens. No sooner
had Clayton stepped from the car, the taxi disappeared at speed and
for a moment he felt slightly uneasy. He walked through the ornate 
gardens before entering upon the patio and pool area, where true to
his word, Lara was relaxing on one of the many sunbeds surrounding 
the pool. At 5 feet 10 inches, Lara was taller than the average woman,
and as Clayton had already noted, she also had a more fuller figure 
than most women. When they first met, she was wearing a figure 
hugging jump suit which she filled out admirably although it didn?t
portray her as she was today, bedecked in the skimpiest of mono-kinis
which just about covered the most tantalising attributes of her figure. 
Her tanned and toned body contrasted well with the pink of her 
swimsuit. ?So you made it? said Lara as she rose form her sunbed. 
?I guess you didn?t expect to find me here?? she laughed. ?Not really? 
claimed Clayton ?..although it?s not out of keeping with your style?.
?I?m guessing you?ve been very successful in your art dealing career??
?You could say that although I have been lucky along the way in finding
willing buyers who have been impressed with what I have to offer?. Lara
gave out a sly giggle and knowing glance which wasn?t lost on Clayton. 
As she stood, she slipped on a pair of high-heeled mules, which added 
another few inches to her height, not to mention how they accentuated
the tone of her calves and thighs which were impressive without such aids.
As she approached, Clayton felt slightly intimidated as she appeared much 
more assertive than on their first meeting. Then again a successful art dealer
being on her own turf was definitely a basis for exuding such power. ?So all
of this is yours?? asked Clayton. ?Well almost, as I do share it with one or two
of my girlfriends. We bought it jointly and it provides us all a getaway from our
hectic lives? For a moment Clayton was somewhat taken aback. ?So what do 
your girl,.. girlfriends do then? stuttered Clayton. Lara laughed as she realised 
Clayton wasn?t expecting her to reveal other girls shared the property.
?They work in property and investment banking for the most part? she teased.
?And for the rest?? quizzed Clayton. ?Well that would be telling wouldn?t it?? 
teased Lara, once again. Lara stretched out her arms and placed them around 
Clayton in a sexual and affectionate manner. Clayton?s loins stirred as he
placed his hands on her waist, now sensing for the first time the sheer power
and energy she had in her body. As they embraced and gently pecked each 
other with soft closed kisses, Lara?s eyes penetrated deep inside Clayton.
?So? she paused, ?when exactly did Tim become Clayton??
Clayton froze. His mind was on instant alert . He was looking directly into 
the eyes of Lara and he knew she knew. He also knew he was in immediate 
danger but his state of paralysis made it difficult for him to think, let alone
move. How did she know? Why does his past matter to her? What is she going 
to do? Tim, was in fact Tim Harris, a convicted serial rapist who had escaped 
the clutches of the law over 7 years earlier. He escaped from custody and 
travelled overseas, managing to evade law enforcement through a combination 
of false documents, extensive plastic surgery and willing accomplices who 
shielded him from the outside world. Clayton Walker was his attempt to 
start afresh and evade the clutches of the law. 
Lara smiled at him, but with a knowing look that her prey had been tracked
down. Clayton was still assessing the implications of his cover being broken,
when suddenly, a thunderous excruciating pain surged though his body.
Lara had smashed her right knee directly into his groin with significant force.
Under normal circumstances, she would now place her hands behind his head,
bringing his face downwards to meet her rising knee. However she wanted 
to avoid blood incursions around the pool. Instead, she held his right arm
straight and at a right angle to his body as he went down due to the pain. 
She straddled his arm with her legs, his upper arm resting against the front 
of her left thigh and his forearm pressed up against the back of her right 
thigh. She smiled to herself as she flexed and twisted her legs, breaking his 
arm at the elbow in an unnatural position. She let go as he slumped to the 
ground. Lara assumed she must have ruptured a testicle as Clayton was 
emitting quite a guttural scream as he lay on the patio. She hauled him up 
with is left arm, and with a twist of her arms, she hurtled him into the pool. 
She picked up her mobile, which she carefully placed at the side of the pool, 
before slipping off her heels and then entering the water with a perfect dive.
By now Clayton?s had surfaced above the water, gasping furiously for much 
needed oxygen and whilst not a strong swimmer, he was hampered by the 
searing pain in his groin and an incapacitated right arm. He was just 
attempting to propel himself to the side of the pool with his remaining good 
arm, when Lara broke water from beneath him. A fully trained synchronised 
and competent swimmer, Lara had intended to have some fun in the pool, 
but an impromptu dinner date meant that she needed to finish Clayton off 
in good order. She grabbed Clayton?s left wrist, pulled his arm straight 
towards her whilst simultaneously snaking her long and powerful legs 
around his neck. She was in effect floating at right angles to Clayton whilst 
holding him above water in a leg scissor hold. The only thing keeping him 
alive now was Lara and he was at her mercy. ?So what now? shouted
Clayton. ?You going to turn me into the authorities? You know
what happened the last time. ?Not exactly? replied Lara as she squeezed
her thighs tighter around his neck. ?I am a special operative working out
of a covert snatch and kill squad which aims to finally rid society of 
undesirables who have cheated their way around the justice system. We
are government backed working with impunity and secure in the 
knowledge that we are free to kill at will without threat of prosecution?. 
?You?ll never get away with this, and after all, I have friends and colleagues 
who will ask questions. You?ll never succeed? screamed Clayton. ?That is all
being taken care of as we enjoy ourselves here Clayton? purred Lara. ?Your
home, belongings, history and presence will all be wiped clean ? as if Clayton
Jefferson never existed. In fact he never did, did he?? You fucking bitch? 
bellowed Clayton, hoping to alert anyone nearby to his seemingly hopeless
plight.? ?Think we need to quieten you down now? as Lara made her way to 
the side of the pool and then submerged him under the water by raising 
herself into an upright position, but fatefully for Clayton, still applying the
iron grip she had on him between her legs. He started to claw at her legs 
with his remaining hand, hoping to hurt Lara and for her to release him from 
the python grip. In fact Lara was finding it a turn on as she held onto the 
pool side whilst Clayton frantically fought for his life beneath the water. 
Lara, grabbed the phone she had placed at the side of the pool and dialled 
?Hi, it?s Lara, can you send the Pool Cleaners now?. Lara placed her
arms on the pool side and nonchalantly laid her head down, awaiting the 
cleaners who would remove the body and all other evidence of Clayton?s
presence. Meanwhile, Clayton?s struggles became weaker and as they did, 
Lara applied even more pressure, almost managing to get her thighs to 
meet. She held on even when the life beneath her finally ebbed away.
Inside 15 minutes, the pool cleaners arrived, a middle aged guy with a 
young male assistant. ?Where is the garbage? enquired the first guy. The
young male was astonished as Lara pushed away from the side of the 
pool, slowly opened her legs and the body of Clayton floated to the top.
Clayton?s eyes had bulged out of their sockets and his neck looked like it
had been crushed in a vice. Lara swam to the inbuilt pool steps
and walked elegantly out of the water. She discarded her mono-kini, now 
totally naked and took a shower at the edge of the pool. The cleaners fished
Clayton out of the pool, a shiver going down both their spines as they saw for
themselves what Lara had done to her victim. With the body bagged up, they 
picked up his wallet and key fob. ?Enjoy the rest of your day? they echoed to
Lara. ?Thank you I will? replied Lara as she moisturised her body at the pool 
side. She had slipped her heels back on and was facing away from the 
cleaners. She bent down to pick up her gown, knowing full-well that she 
would provide them with an uninhibited view of her smooth, wet and glistening
pussy as they left the premises. A small token of her thanks for a professional 
clean up job. She draped her gown around her, grabbed her phone and 
dialled. ?Hi, it?s Lara, the cleaners have gone. We must do this again?.