Return of Ana
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Female assassin Anastasia returns for another adventure


Anastasia sat in her converted office in the comfortable three-bedroom home in
suburban Seattle that her handlers had acquired for her, glancing out the
window at the blue sky. It was May and the rain had finally stopped. She took
a sip of wine before turning back to her laptop and her next assignment.

She thought about the one she had just completed, stealing a massive amount of
classified data on the F-35 fighter jet from a local aerospace company where
she had gotten a job as a temp, framing one of the employees, a poor sap named
Chet Warren, and bumping Chet off and disposing of the corpse. The cops had
questioned her, of course, like they had questioned everyone else, but they
hadn't given her any more attention than they had given any other employee. No
one really paid attention to temps. Her assignment at the company had ended
soon after that. Temps came and went all the time. And of course, Chet Warren
had never been found.

She looked over the information file on her next target. His name was Cody
Fleming, and he was a software engineer for another of the many aerospace
companies with defense contracts in the Seattle area. He had access to a
special key that was inserted into his computer at work. When the key was
inserted and the correct password was entered, it gave the user access to a
massive amount of classified data on U.S. missile defense systems.

She looked through Cody's personal information. He was 37 years old, single,
and shared a two-bedroom apartment with a roommate. Glancing at his picture,
she saw that he was athletic-looking and kind of cute, not like the
stereotypical software engineer. She smiled to herself. She might actually
enjoy the flirting part of her assignment. Not like how she'd had to suffer
through it last time with the overweight and unattractive Chet Warren.

One of Anastasia's best assets as a secret agent and assassin was her looks,
and she took pride in it. She was a very attractive woman, with long brown
hair, green eyes, and an elegant, high-cheekboned, model-like face. Her 5'6",
125-pound figure was slender, muscular, athletic, and feminine. By changing
the way she dressed and the amount of makeup she wore, she could play anything
from a 6 who blended into the background to a 10 who could seduce any guy. She
could also use fashion and makeup changes to vary the appearance of her age.
She was 32 years old, looked about 25 in her "normal" look, but could play
anything from an 18-year-old high school girl to a 40-year-old soccer mom.

She went through her large collection of fake IDs, selecting one. "Lisa
Applegate. That sounds good for my next alter ego. I was Penelope Lawrence
last time, this time I'll be Lisa Applegate. And the ol' get hired as a temp
routine should work great for this mission too." She quickly sent a message to
her comrades at the temp agency with her new details. This well-established,
well-respected local temp agency, through a hostile (and violent) takeover,
was now under the control of Anastasia's handlers and allies. Just a few quick
removals and replacements of some high-ranking people at the company, and it
was theirs. The grunts and paper-pushers didn't suspect a thing. Meet the new
boss, same as the old boss, was all they thought. But for Ana and her
comrades, what an asset it was for inserting agents into companies they needed
to target.

She continued studying the information about Cody Fleming and the company he
worked for. A short while later, she received a message from her friends at
the temp agency. She was all set to start at the company on Monday morning.

Ana nodded to herself and downed the rest of her wine, planning out her
weekend. She could spend the rest of her Friday night relaxing, maybe go out
to a bar and pick up a guy for a one-night stand. Then tomorrow, she would do
some recon at Cody's apartment. Her handlers had already gathered extensive
information on him, but she always liked to see things for herself and gain as
much extra intel as she could. Sunday would be a day of rest, and then on
Monday her new assignment would officially begin.

SATURDAY

Anastasia stood on the roof of the high-rise apartment building, dressed in
her window washer's uniform, complete with all the necessary accessories. She
thought briefly about the one-night stand she'd had last night. Physically
fulfilling - he was cute and skilled enough, and she had came twice - but
emotionally unfulfilling. At least she had made some lucky guy's night. Lucky
in more ways than one. He was just a fuck on her own time, so he was still
alive. The guys that she fucked as part of her missions typically died
gruesome deaths.

Turning her mind back to the present, she gracefully slid down the rope she
had prepared. Stopping herself at the eighth floor, where Cody's apartment
was, she casually looked inside while beginning to wash the windows. Cody
wasn't home, she knew, he had gone out with his buddies, likely to a sports
bar. She looked at the posters on his bedroom walls, his large-screen TV, his
video game system. A typical red-blooded male, she decided. Into sports, into
all the stereotypical guy things, attracted to athletic women who could keep
up with the guys. She already began planning what she would wear on Monday and
how she would interact with him as she finished up his window.

She moved on to the window of the second bedroom. The intelligence report had
stated that Cody's roommate was female, a young woman named Becky. Becky was
home, seated at her computer, browsing through the pictures of some Instagram
model. Ana looked at the posters on the pink walls. They were an odd mix of
fashionistas and athletes. As her gaze traveled from the posters to Becky
herself, Ana smiled and nodded, seeing what was going on.

Becky was attracted to Cody, but he just wasn't into her. She was a thin,
pale, mousy, unathletic girl with stringy blonde hair. She just wasn't his
type. She had the interests of a stereotypical girl, but was willing to
pretend to be into sports to get Cody's attention. But it wasn't working. Cody
had placed her firmly in his friend zone. He probably brought home a steady
stream of more attractive and muscular girls to fuck. Becky was clearly
jealous, frustrated, and trying to live vicariously through the hot, athletic
Instagram models she followed.

Ana finished up Becky's window, then slid smoothly to the ground. Unlike for
most people, Monday was going to be a fun day.

MONDAY MORNING

Cody stepped out of the elevator and headed down the hall towards his office.
Suddenly, someone bumped into him hard, sending his briefcase flying.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," came a female voice. Cody's eyes couldn't help
widening at the sight of the very attractive brunette standing in front of
him. She wore a very short black miniskirt that showed off her slim but
muscular thighs, a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up, a silver man's
Rolex watch that hung slightly loose on her slender left wrist, a spiked black
leather bracelet on her right wrist, and knee-high black leather boots with
three-inch stiletto high heels. Her heels brought her up to only an inch
shorter than his 5'10" height.

"Let me get that for you." She bent down to pick up his briefcase. As she bent
over, her miniskirt rode up, giving him an excellent view of her round,
well-muscled dancer's ass. She gave him a dazzling smile as she handed the
case to him. "I'm Lisa Applegate."

"Nice to meet you, Lisa. I'm Cody Fleming. I don't remember seeing you around
here before. Are you new?"

She nodded. "The temp agency sent me here. This is my first day. I was trying
to find my way around and I guess I wasn't looking where I was going. Sorry
about that."

"That's okay," he said, smiling back at her.

She gave him a somewhat embarrassed look. "Could you possibly direct me to Mr.
McDonald's office? That's where I'm supposed to be working."

"Sure. Go down the hall, take a left, then it'll be the second office on the
right."

"Thanks. Well, see you around!" As Anastasia, AKA "Lisa," made her way down
the hall, she knew that Cody was checking her out as she walked away.

She grinned to herself. The first part of the mission had gone off without a
hitch. The temp agency had placed her in just the right place - on the same
floor as Cody, but not working directly with him. She didn't want to attract
too much attention to herself. The bait had been set. Now all that remained
was to slowly reel in the fish.

* * *

Ana sighed as she organized stack after stack of files. Not everything about
being a secret agent was glamorous. Many times, going undercover required
doing mundane jobs. She looked at her watch, the oversized timepiece sliding
slightly down her slim wrist as she moved it. 11:45. At least it would be
lunchtime soon.

There was a sudden knock on the door and Cody walked in. "Hey, Lisa," he said.
"I know this might sound a little strange, since we just bumped into each
other this morning, but would you like to have lunch with me? There's a nice
restaurant on the top floor of the building that they have for the employees."

Anastasia kept her face expressionless except for a well-practiced shy smile.
"Sure, Cody. That sounds cool. But I can't go just yet, I have to finish
organizing this box." She looked at her watch again. "Tell you what. Why don't
you go on up and I'll meet you there in about ten minutes? I should be done
with this by then."

"Great. See you soon!"

Ana smirked to herself as soon as she was alone agin. This was perfect. She
had been ready to ask him to go to lunch (although she was going to wait until
tomorrow, she hadn't wanted to look too aggressive), but she had been hoping
he would ask her. And sending him up separately...the less the two of them
were seen together, the better.

During lunch, she used her charms on Cody, talking with him about sports,
weapons, and other guy stuff, showing off her knowledge of those things. She
also dropped in some stories about her own athletic accomplishments (which
were all true). She could tell that he was impressed.

On Tuesday, they both kept it cool, Cody because he didn't want to come on too
strong and Ana because she didn't want the people in the office to associate
her with Cody too much. They had lunch separately, although they did say hi to
each other whenever they passed by in the hall.

On Wednesday, they again had lunch separately. Ana decided that she would ask
him to eat with her tomorrow if he didn't ask her. It would be better if this
mission could be completed in one week.

Around 4:45 that afternoon, however, Cody appeared again. "Hey, Lisa. Do you
want to hang out for a bit after work? We could go to the park and then maybe
grab a bite to eat."

She gave him her shy smile again. "Sure, I'd like that. Are you all done for
the day?"

He nodded. "I'm not," she said. "Life of a temp, I guess. But I just gotta
finish a couple more boxes of filing, then I'll be free. I can meet you at the
entrance to the park in say...fifteen minutes?"

"Cool. See you then."

Sure enough, "Lisa" showed up at the park right on time. Cody saw that she was
holding a football. "I thought we might play some catch," she said.

He looked at her, still dressed in her ubiquitous black miniskirt and black
knee-high, high-heeled boots. "In those?"

"Sure! I have no problem playing sports in a skirt and heels. I can even do
gymnastics in them." She suddenly performed three one-handed standing back
handsprings in a row, still holding the football in her other hand, finishing
her tumbling sequence with a high, split-leg back layout. She landed perfectly
despite her three-inch heels. "See?"

"Wow," said Cody, staring. "Most girls can't even do that in flat shoes." A
bulge was starting to appear in his pants.

"Well, I'm not most girls. Come on, let's go." She stood at the goal line of
one of the unused football fields in the park. "Go out for a pass. Go long."

Cody jogged over to the 30-yard line. "I said long, silly," she giggled. "Come
on, further."

"Are you sure you can throw that far?" he asked doubtfully as he made his way
to the 40-yard line.

"Sure. Check this out." Ana threw the football in a long, perfect spiral. The
ball actually sailed over Cody's head and landed just past the 45-yard line.
As he ran to pick up the football, his mouth was wide open and the bulge in
his pants was larger.

"Oh my God. Most girls can't...In fact, most guys can't even...But you're not
most girls, of course." Cody was in awe of this beautiful, feminine,
skirt-wearing woman who could easily out-throw most men.

"Now throw it back," she called out. Cody did so, throwing the football as
hard as he could. Ana had to run forward to the 5-yard line to make the catch,
a neat catch with only one hand. Cody couldn't help staring again. He could
only make one-handed catches like that with gently thrown balls.

"Sorry," he said. "I think that's about as far as I can launch it."

"Don't be sorry. Most of the guys I've dated couldn't throw as far as me, and
I've dated a lot of guys. I'll stand a little closer."

They played catch for about fifteen more minutes, then sat down on a bench to
talk. "Where did you learn to throw so well?" Cody asked.

"Oh, I played softball on my high school and college teams. I usually played
center field. I could throw all the way from the warning track right to home
plate."

"Wow. That's amazing."

"Oh, not THAT amazing," she said casually. "Remember, a softball field is
smaller than a baseball field."

"Well, you're still an awesome chick."

"Thanks." Anastasia patted her flat stomach. "I'm getting hungry. Let's go
eat. You know a good place around here?"

They went to a nearby sports bar and had chicken wings, French fries, and beer
while watching the Mariners game on TV. As they ate and talked, Ana found that
she was genuinely enjoying her time with Cody. She wondered if she could ever
have a normal relationship...or a normal life.

She thought back to when she had been a young girl in the old country, back in
Belarus. Growing up in Minsk, she'd had hopes and dreams similar to any other
girl. But her first dream, to be a gymnast, had been ended when everyone had
said she was too tall. Then her next dream, to be a model, had been crushed
when everyone had said she was too short. Her heart had been hardened by the
rejections, and she'd decided not to waste her life by finding some boring,
mundane office job.

Instead, she had applied for the secret police. There, her intelligence,
athleticism, and newfound aggression were appreciated, and they didn't care
about her height. After months of harsh training, followed by proving herself
in a "graduation" mission and making her first kill, she had become a
full-fledged agent. She completed increasingly more difficult and prestigious
missions, using her intelligence, physical strength, and beauty in equal
measure, eventually being given the plum assignment of going to the United
States to steal military secrets.

She saw Cody smiling at her from across the table and she smiled back. Was it
really necessary to keep on killing now...

She stopped herself. She couldn't go soft. She remembered all the comments
from male supervisors and male agents, saying that this was man's work, that
women were naturally too soft for something as cold-blooded as this. She had
been determined to prove them wrong, and she had succeeded. But if she went
soft now, she would throw all that away. She could just imagine the field day
they would have.

"Great game, huh?" said Cody as onscreen, the Mariners walked off with a
victory in the bottom of the ninth inning. Base hit, runner on second, the
runner sliding into home plate a split second before the throw got there,
scoring the winning run.

"Oh, yes, great," said Ana, trying to bring her mind back from the
distractions. "Great wings, too."

They exchanged phone numbers before they left, and she thanked him for dinner
when they parted. "See you at work tomorrow." She watched almost wistfully as
he headed out. The poor guy had no idea what he was in for.

On Thursday morning, Anastasia got to work early. She slipped into Cody's
office and installed a hidden camera at an angle that would show his computer
keyboard, then slipped back out and went to her regular work. When Cody went
for his mid-morning coffee break, she retrieved the camera. She knew he would
have used his special key and password when he started work.

That evening, when she got home, Ana inserted the camera's memory card into
her laptop. She observed what the camera had recorded, fast forwarding until
Cody came into his office. Sure enough, he inserted his key and typed in his
password. She slowed the video down to confirm each entry, memorizing the
password. Although it was a long, complicated sequence of letters, numbers,
and symbols, with her excellent memory, she knew she had no need of writing it
down. She also observed and memorized his regular computer password.

For casual Friday, Ana went all black leather - skintight black leather pants,
a sleeveless black leather top that showed off her muscular arms, her upper
arms having visible muscle tone even when she wasn't flexing, black leather
gloves, a spiked black leather bracelet on her right wrist, and of course her
trademark knee-high black leather boots with stiletto high heels. Sure enough,
from the bulge in Cody's jeans when he saw her, she knew he liked her outfit.

At noon, Ana and Cody had lunch together again at the top-floor restaurant.
After the meal, Cody turned to her, looking into her eyes. "Lisa, I've really
enjoyed the time we've spent together this week. Since it's finally Friday,
would you like to go out with me tonight?"

"Sure. I'd love to. I'll have to go home and take care of a couple things
after work, but if you'll give me directions to your place, I can meet you
there around 6:30 and then we can go out."

"Sounds great."

Around 4:45 that afternoon, Ana knocked on the door and entered Cody's office.
"Hey, Cody. Are you busy?"

"No, I was just about to knock off, actually. In fact, I've already logged out
of the system."

She gave him her best smile. "Could you do me a huge favor? I just realized
that I don't have my sunglasses, and I think I left them up in the restaurant
at lunch. Could you go get them for me before the restaurant closes? I still
have a lot of filing to do, and Mr. McDonald will be mad if it's not done
before the weekend. I'll probably have to stay a few minutes late, in fact."

"Sure, Lisa. No problem."

"Thanks you, Cody. I really appreciate it."

She headed out and back down the hall, listening for the sound of the elevator
doors closing. As soon as she heard it, she quickly slipped back into his
office, making sure no one saw her. Looking at his computer, she saw that he
had left his special key inserted in his hurry to go get her sunglasses and
stay on her good side before their big date tonight. She entered his password
to log on to his computer, then entered the password for the special key to
get into the database for the missile defense systems.

She inserted a flash drive into the computer, easily overriding the security
with her hacking skills. After copying the classified data onto the flash
drive, she ejected it, slipped it into her pocket, logged off the database,
and logged off the computer. Peeking out into the hall to make sure the coast
was clear, she headed back to her filing.

Cody showed up a few minutes later, sunglasses in hand. "Thanks so much, Cody.
You're such a sweetheart."

"Wasn't any trouble, Lisa. I'm all done with my work anyway," he replied as he
handed her the sunglasses. "So I'm gonna head out. See you at 6:30?"

"Right. Thanks again."

Anastasia kept a casual but close eye on him as he headed back to his office
to get his stuff. She counted the seconds as he went in. She just had to make
sure he didn't log on to the classified database again so he didn't see the
record of her going on it. There was no reason for him to, but she had to be
sure.

Thirty seconds later, Cody came back out, briefcase in hand. She sighed in
relief, then went back to her filing.

* * *

Ana parked her Mercedes in the lot of Cody's apartment complex. As she walked
towards the entrance, she took out her iPhone and called him. "Hey, Cody. It's
Lisa. I'm here."

"Great. I'll be right down."

"Actually, can you buzz me in? I need to use the bathroom."

"Sure. I'm in apartment 808. See you in a minute."

Ana waited for the buzz, then opened the door to the building. From her recon
last Saturday, she knew that there were no incriminating security cameras. She
stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 8th floor.

"Hey, Lisa." Cody greeted her. "You look great as always." She was still
wearing her black leather outfit.

"Thanks. I get that a lot," she replied as she stepped inside and closed the
door behind her. "Is your roommate here?"

"No. She's a waitress and she's working tonight."

"Great." She gave him her most seductive smile, then said, "I don't really
have to use the bathroom." She removed her top as she spoke. She wasn't
wearing a bra and her small, firm, round, perky 34B tits were immediately
exposed.

Cody's jaw dropped. He had been hoping to score with this chick eventually,
but he didn't think it would happen this soon! She'd seemed like such a nice
girl, not the kind of girl who would do this. But now...

She giggled. "Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come get
it?"

"Fuck yeah!" he cheered. He moved towards her. She quickly ran around him and
into his bedroom. He was right behind her.

They both swiftly took off their clothes. Ana had a slender but muscular
fitness model's body with an hourglass figure and a nice, even golden brown
tan, with no tan lines. Her dark brown pussy hair was neatly trimmed into a
heart shape.

Cody, naturally, had a raging hard-on. About six and a half inches, she
decided. Long enough to satisfy her. His body wasn't as toned as hers, but
still athletic enough to make him attractive to her.

"Lie on the bed on your back with your hard cock pointing straight up in the
air," she instructed him. He eagerly obeyed. She performed a graceful
cartwheel to take her onto the bed, then slid herself down onto him.

"Oh yes, Lisa. You're amazing," Cody moaned as she fucked him hard. "So
fucking hot and so fucking athletic. That cartwheel, so elegant, like a pro
dancer..." He reached up and began playing with her perky tits with sharp,
pointy nipples. She grunted with pleasure and excitement as she continued to
screw him.

She suddenly spun them around, rolling over onto her back and pulling him on
top of her. She wrapped her thighs around his midsection. "Fuck yeah," he
moaned.

"Wanna know a secret, baby?" she whispered.

"S...sure, L...Lisa. Unh...that's a good fucking you're giving me."

"My name's not actually Lisa. It's Anastasia."

"Anastasia...huh? But why would..." Cody's little head was still doing most of
the thinking for him. But he realized that her voice had suddenly changed.
"Your voice..."

"Oh, what you've been hearing for the past week was my fake American accent.
Now you're hearing my normal voice. A slight Eastern European accent. Quite
sexy, yes?" Ana now slowly began clamping her thighs tighter around him.

A cold sweat began to appear on Cody's forehead, despite the fact that he was
still in the middle of a fuck session. "Who...What...Are you some sort of..."

"Spy, yes," she finished for him. Her legs were now wrapped tightly enough
that Cody began to feel real pain.

"My special key," he whispered in panic as the realization dawned on him.

"Exactly. Congratulations. You figured it out much more quickly than most guys
do when they're being fucked."

"Anastasia, urrrgghhh...I can't breathe!"

"That's basically the idea, honey."

"Are you going to..." he quivered, letting the sentence trail off.

"Kill you? Unfortunately, yes."

"No, please, Anastasia. You already have what you want..."

She increased the pressure with her lethal legs, hearing the first of his ribs
break with a sharp CRACK, accompanied by his cry of pain. "True. I do have
what I want. In more ways than one. But there's a record of every log-on with
your special key. Even if I could have erased it, which I couldn't, all
log-ons are automatically sent to the central database. I can't take the
chance of you going on your computer on Monday morning, seeing a strange,
brief log-on for late Friday afternoon, and remembering me and the sunglasses.
But if you're gone, the others at the company will think the log-on was just
you. That's how we operate. No loose ends." She broke a second rib as she
finished.

"Aaaahhhhh! Anastasia, please! I swear, I won't tell anyone..."

She smiled. "Come on, Cody. We both know you'd tell the Feds the second I let
you go. Oh, and you may call me Ana. Considering how familiar we are with one
another, you should feel free to use the diminutive form of my name." A third
rib broke as she continued to crush and fuck him.

"Ana, aaaaarrrggghhh, noooooo..." The pain from her deadly thigh muscles was
now overcoming the pleasure from her skilled vaginal muscles.

Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open and Becky, still dressed in her waitress
uniform, charged in, wielding a baseball bat. Ana reacted swiftly. She smashed
her leather-gloved fist into Cody's jaw to stun him, then easily blocked
Becky's clumsy, weak swing. Knocking the bat away, she grabbed Becky by the
throat, looking straight into her terrified eyes.

"Wait for your turn," Ana whispered. With that, she headbutted Becky brutally
hard, sending her crumpling to the floor like a rag doll.

Anastasia turned her attention back to Cody, who was just coming back to his
senses. He tried desperately to get free, but Ana's killer legs were far too
strong. As he realized that he was doomed, tears formed in his eyes.

"Lisa," he whispered, using her old name. "What about the time we spent
together? The date at the sports bar, the lunches together, throwing the
football at the park. Did that mean nothing to you?"

Her voice was softer this time. "To be honest, I did feel something. I
genuinely enjoyed our time together. In a different world, maybe things
between us could have been different. But this is the world we're in. I do
have feelings. But I'm still an assassin. Duty has to come first."

"Miss Ana...Is there anything...you can do for me...to spare me...please..."
Cody was no longer struggling, overcome by both his multiple broken ribs and
the mental breakdown.

"Yes, honey, there is something I will do. I'm going to let you have one last
cum before you go to meet your maker. You've been hard this whole time, now
finish inside me." She reduced the pressure with her legs slightly, still
keeping them tight enough that he had no chance of escape.

A sudden wave of peace washed over Cody as his little head once again took
over his thinking. If he was going to go, this was a damn good way to do it.
He began thrusting hard, really getting into it, letting his attraction to
athletic women and the strength of her thighs fuel his arousal.
"Gonna...cum... urrrrgghhh!" He indeed came hard, shooting wave after wave of
semen into her.

Ana couldn't help smiling. She then turned on the full squeezing power again,
completely cutting off his air, breaking his remaining ribs in rapid
succession. She timed it perfectly, finishing him by driving a sharp, jagged
piece of his final shattered rib into his heart at the exact moment she had a
wild, powerful orgasm, shrieking loudly as she came in turn.

She pulled herself out of him and rolled him over onto his back, looking with
some regret into his dead eyes. "Goodbye, Cody," she whispered.

Picking up his iPhone, she deleted the record of her call to him. Then she
turned her attention to Becky, still lying unconscious on the bedroom floor.

* * *

When Becky woke up, she discovered that she had been stripped completely nude.
Looking up, she saw Anastasia standing over her, also nude except for her
black leather gloves and spiked black leather bracelet. Becky's mouth opened
in alarm, but Ana quickly raised a finger to her lips. Intimidated, Becky's
mouth closed.

Ana helped the other woman to her feet. They stood there, facing one another.
The contrast between the two female bodies was quite striking. Becky's 5'5",
110-pound body was thin, pale, and unathletic, with no muscle tone. She didn't
have much of a figure, as her hips were only slightly wider than her waist,
and she really didn't have any breasts, as her AA cups were just mosquito
bites.

Though at 5'6" and 125 pounds Ana was only slightly bigger, she looked far
more powerful thanks to her well-muscled, feminine athlete's body. Her 34B
tits were perfectly sized for her slim figure, her ass was medium-sized,
round, and hard, and her 24-inch wasp waist was smaller than Becky's. Ana had
a nice golden brown tan, her tits tanned as much as the rest of her, looking
quite dark next to the other woman.

Ana tossed her long silky brown hair, reached out and brushed a short strand
of stringy blonde hair out of Becky's face, and looked straight into the
smaller woman's frightened grey eyes with her piercing green ones. "W...what
are you going to do to me?" Becky trembled.

Ana simply raised her finger to her lips again, then reached out and took
Becky's hand, positioning the two forearms next to each other. Although Ana's
wrists and forearms weren't particularly big, they were much larger than
Becky's frail ones. The contrast between Ana's bigger, darker one with
well-developed muscles and Becky's weak, pale arm with no muscle development
was very distinct. It was made even more extreme by the fact that Ana's
bracelet was covering up the thinnest part of her wrist, making her forearm
look thicker.

Ana finally spoke. "You wish you had arms like mine. You wish you had a body
like mine. You wish you were one of us muscular, athletic, feminine girls so
guys like Cody would be attracted to you. You're ashamed that you were too
weak to fight me even though you had the bat and I was unarmed. You were
ashamed every time Cody brought home a fitter, more athletic girl to fuck. It
must have been so embarrassing, so frustrating, almost like being cucked..."

"Yes!" Becky sobbed, unable to deny it. "Why did I have to be stuck with this
body? Why did I have to be cursed with a total lack of athletic ability? Why
couldn't I be one of the hot, fit, muscular, popular girls..."

"It's your lot in life," said Ana quietly and philosophically. "It's the role
you were meant to play. If every girl was popular and strong, those words
would become meaningless. Somebody has to be weak and unpopular for the
opposites to exist."

"It's not fair!" Becky wailed.

"Well, life isn't fair. But the good news is that you won't have to deal with
life's unfairness for much longer."

As if hit by a sudden spark reminding her of the mortal danger she was in,
Becky turned and began to run, not caring about her nudity. Ana simply smiled
to herself, raised her arms, and performed a roundoff followed by a series of
back handsprings, her firm 34B's bouncing slightly as she tumbled. She
elegantly backflipped like a pro-gymnast, easily catching up to her target
after half a dozen handsprings. She crashed into her, knocking her down.
Becky's head banged hard into the wooden floor from the impact, stunning her.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that Ana had gotten dressed, and was
now holding a pistol with a silencer attached, aimed straight at her face.
"A...are you going to shoot me?" the blonde quivered.

"Actually, you're going to shoot yourself. See, Cody is lying dead on the bed.
Now who could have killed him? Perhaps his jealous roommate, who was attracted
to him but never got any sexual attention from him. Who had to watch while he
fucked other, hotter, more muscular girls. One evening, you just couldn't take
it anymore. You stripped nude and came to him, begging for sex. When he
rejected you, you snapped. You grabbed this gun here, which you bought on the
street with cash earlier, by the way, and forced him to strip. You then
performed a sex act on him, hence the fact that he just came. Then you made
him march to the open window, and shot him out of it."

Ana leaned in close. "But after that, after you shot Cody in a blind, jealous
rage, you were overcome with regret. You just couldn't live with yourself
anymore. So you killed yourself."

"No...please...why do you have to do this..."

"It's nothing personal. It's just business. I have to cover my tracks. My
employers are kind of strict about that. I had to kill Cody to cover up the
data theft I did at his workplace, and I have to kill you to cover up Cody's
death. And with you dead, everything will look like a neat little domestic
murder-suicide." Ana suddenly struck her victim across the face with the
pistol, stunning her. She then pressed the gun into the nearly unconscious
woman's hand, pointing it at her head.

"Goodbye, Becky." Ana placed her finger over Becky's and squeezed the trigger.

She spent a few brief moments looking over the corpse, contemplating. Again, a
feeling of regret swept over her as she looked into Becky's dead grey eyes.

Anastasia then got back to work. Retrieving the pistol, she walked over to
Cody and fired a single, silenced shot into his forehead. She then placed the
gun back into Becky's hand and removed the silencer.

Going back towards Cody, she opened the window and dragged him towards it. He
wasn't too big a guy, and she was a strong girl, so she was able to handle his
dead weight. Peeking out and making sure no one was looking, she pushed him
out the window to land behind some bushes. The eight-story fall would explain
his shattered ribs nicely. She then picked up her purse in which she'd
concealed the street-purchased drop gun and quickly exited the apartment.

* * *

"Looks like an open and shut case," the detective reported to his supervisor.
"From questioning neighbors and friends, we know that this Becky chick was
attracted to her roommate, Cody, but he just wasn't into her. One night, Becky
finally snapped. She took off her clothes and went into Cody's room with a
gun. She apparently made him strip, got her rocks off with him, forced him to
stand by the open window, and just shot him out the window. She then must have
become overcome with guilt and shot herself. No forced entry, nothing missing
from the apartment. The gun can't be traced, apparently Becky bought it on the
street with cash. Powder burns on Becky's hand confirm she fired the gun.
Neighbors can't recall hearing the gunshots to place an exact time of death,
but it was a typical Friday night and there was a lot of loud partying going
on. Could have been distracted, thought it was just a car backfiring, all that
stuff."

The supervisor nodded. "I'll file this one as solved. One less case for the
chief to be on our asses on."

* * *

Back in her house, Anastasia was working on her fourth glass of wine. A
congratulatory email from her superiors on another job well done popped up on
her laptop, but she barely reacted.

Where did she want to go from here? Was she losing her passion for this work?
Would she ever be able to have a normal life? Would she ever be able to have a
real boyfriend, a husband, become a mom? Give life instead of taking it? What
should she do?

And what COULD she do? No one in this line of work got to choose when they
retired. That decision was made by the organization. Either an early
"retirement" in the form of a tragic "accident" for those deemed incompetent
or untrustworthy, or a small pension and a shitty apartment in one of the
ugly, Soviet-style high-rises in Minsk when she was deemed too old to be a
good seductress anymore.

She had chosen this path because she'd thought it would give her freedom. And
it had, for a while. But now, she found herself feeling the same thing as when
all those modeling agencies had told her that 5'6" was just too short. The
feeling of doors closing on her, of options being taken away.

Unless she chose to open a different door...

She finished her wine and poured herself another glass.

THE END...for now

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