The Professional
By Hegesias (hegesias@hotmail.com)
A story about a woman with a job to do.


Sarah rested her head against the pillow and closed her eyes for a 
while. Between her thighs George's tongue sent waves of pleasure 
through her body.

He was a nice guy, he really was, but it wasn't a thing she liked to 
admit to herself. It would have been so much easier if he had been an 
asshole. Yet she had a job to do, and she had no option but to make 
herself strong and go through with it. She didn't know why they 
assigned her a 19 year old kid, but she knew better than to question 
the agency's orders. In a couple of minutes it would all be over 
anyway and she could go home.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and pushed her hips against him, 
enjoying her orgasm. When it was over she let go of his head and he 
flashed her one of his cute boyish smiles, his face completely covered 
with her juices. Then he snuggled up next to her and whispered softly 
into her ear.

"I think I like you."

Why did he have to say that? It just made things harder if he got 
attached to her. He tried to kiss her but she turned her face away 
slightly, avoiding him.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You seem a bit strange tonight."

"Oh, everything's fine." She tried to smile at him. "Why don't you go 
and have a shower and I'll tidy things up a bit here."

"Yeah, I'll do that."

He went into the bathroom. This was the time when it had to be done. 
She walked over to her bag and picked up the gun. As she attached the 
silencer she played with the idea of ignoring the whole thing and 
simply run away, but threw it away immediately. It would be stupid and 
futile. They'd just track her down and let someone else do the kid. 
She had killed before and it wasn't that difficult. Hopefully she'd 
have forgotten all about him in a few months, that's how it usually 
worked. You grew cold.

She sat on the bed and waited for him to finish. When she heard him 
turn off the shower she stood up and made herself ready. The door 
opened and George walked out, wiping his wet body with a towel. He 
smiled at her but seemed a bit confused when he noticed the gun.

Better get this over with quickly, Sarah thought and aimed at the 

boy's forehead.

"Sorry kid, I've got to do this. It's my job."

He looked at her in disbelief, not really grasping the situation. 
"What are you doing? It's me, George." He began to walk towards her.

"I'm really sorry," she whispered and pulled the trigger. The gun said 
something like 'floff' and a red spot appeared on his forehead. She 
noticed how a puzzled expression came over his face as he sank to the 
floor with a stupid gurgling sound. He twitched a few times and then 
lay still.

Sarah knelt beside him and placed two fingers on his throat to check 
the pulse. It was mostly a formality, she knew he was dead. She felt 
his smooth cheek with her hand and felt sorry for him as he lay 
exposed on the floor. Picking up the towel she covered his genitals 
with it and stood up.

The job had been done. After she got dressed she phoned the agency and 
told them to come over and clean up the place. Then she left building 
and drove home.