Sarah Surridge

The assassination of David Peters at Bloomberg London



Blonde, 5"6, short hair, blue eyes, pretty face, nice legs



David called his rival Sarah at work because he didn't know her real name, as
he didn't really speak to her much.. Sarah was a short, pretty, blonde with
well curved legs and a lovely pair of firm, well rounded breasts. She always
took great effort in her appearance. Her silky, straight, blond hair falling
just short of her shoulders, shining in the afternoon sun. Her legs turned
heads wherever she walked, especially her thickly packed calves, and it made
David jealous he wasn't going out with her. But this day on the phone, Sarah
sounded odd. She seemed to be concentrating on something and was rather
detached, so David thought.

"Sar, you OK?" he asked. "You sound funny."

"Yeah...I'm fine," she said in a near grunt.

He heard a what sounded like a muffled man's voice, more like a pained moan.
Dave's heart raced, he didn't know what was happening.

"So how is yoouur day going, Dave?" she asked calmly

"Not so bad, are you sure your okay? I can hear some funny noises!" he stated

"Oh, I'm just a little rushed off my feeet this afternooon.

There was a 'swish' noise of skin-on skin contact as Sarah quickly run her
hand over his now very red, bald head, his veins clearly showing. The back of
his head, her hand behind it, pulling it tighter into her pantyhosed crouch,
her thighs crossing even more, before releasing the back of his head, then
quickly covering his mouth, smothering any chance of screaming. She calmly
flicked her blond hair away from her face with her free hand, as he made a
"HELUMPPFFHH" noise, the scissor not quite cutting off his air completely. She
struggled to keep Peter's mouth covered with her free hand, as he bobbed up
and down trying to scream, his hands clawing away at her thighs trying to get
a firm grip on them, but continuously slipping off her nearly black tights,
and only achieving very quiet, muffled "MMMPPPHHHS!", his neck tightly
scissored between her crossed nylon clad legs.

"Sarah, I'm not happy that everything is OK?!" he demanded.

Silence.

"David, I tell you, nothing's wrong, honest" she cooed out

"Well, I need to come over anyway to discuss some points with you, OK?" he
said sternly hanging up.

Peter was now slowly suffocating. He had been in this way for the last ten
minutes, each minute getting weaker with the lack of oxygen. Asphyxia was
setting in. Funnily enough, he had a stiff hard on, being seduced by this
mysterious office beauty, his life in her hands.. or even legs. But he was
dying. He had his children to think about, would he ever see them again? He
could vaguely make out the bright lights coming from underneath the desk,
Sarahs' office door, which was firmly shut. How could he get to it?

"Hello, Hello" She hung up. Angry now at the thought of someone else getting
involved, unnecessarily, in this massive company conspiracy. You see, these
people work for the United States Government, in the Department of company
laws and disputes. Peter was the head of the internal affairs section, and had
been investigating the involvement of illegal international arms shipping from
the States to the continent by a cover up going right to the top, the chief
brasses. Sarah, was P.A. to one of the executive chairmans, and

among her other duties, she is an Ex-survelliance specialist and has taken
many Government training sessions in unarmed combat in the field.

Now she could concentrate on executing Peter quitely. Her pretty face looking
straight into his long, staring eyes. His mouth still firmly covered by her
palm, his whole face bloated and bright red as it suddenly dawned on him where
he recognised her from. She was always together with the very people he was
investigating, she must be in on it! Thats why she was trying to kill him!

Now Peter really wanted to get free, and breathe the air his lungs longed for.
He had a reason to fight, he could uncover the whole conspiracy with just this
girl as evidence! Just one problem, he couldn't breathe. These were all just
thoughts in his head, nobody could hear them, he wasn't talking outloud. As he
gazed into her pretty, blond eyes, with her curved eyelashes twinkling and her
sparkling clean, straight blond hair gleaming, he thought to himself, "My god,
she must be twenty years younger than me!". Peter was 46 and a father of 2,
and happily married. He lived in a nice house on the San Fransisco bay area.

Sarah leaned forward towards his head, which was now blue from the lack of
blood and oxygen, her nearly black thighs lifting up slightly as she did. She
gently stroked his head, It was cold. Running her fingers through his dark,
matted hair.

"Ssssshhhhh" she gently whispered to him.

Kissing his forehead, with one hand still cupped over his mouth, as a last
surge of energy willed him to desperately launch a smothered scream for help
as he felt her warm lips caress his cold forehead. Leaving a suttle, mahogany
red lipstick print. She coolly, leaned back into her chair, her hands free of
him now as her thighs clamped tighter around his neck, making him squeak like
a mouse being asphyxiated by an Anaconda.

She stretched, arching over the back of the seat, almost losing balance as she
allowed her straight blond hair to dangle freely momentarily behind her as he
desperately worked his fingers around the tops of her thighs then knees trying
to free himself from this femme fatale before she tucked her hair behind her
ears as he silently screamed repeatedly, becoming more and more petrified of
dying, rapidly using up what little air he had left.

Her knees touching the top of the table, re-balancing them both. Then pulling
his face as

far as it would go into her thighs, allowing her to cross her legs even
further to hold him there.

Peter was now suffocating from her delicious face smothering crouch whilst
being strangled by her thighs scissored around his neck. His weak and frail
hands losing grip on her deadly efficient 'death' move the only thing keeping
him from slumping to the ground being Sarahs thighs.

He was in the last stages of his life now as another several minutes of oxygen
depravation went on, all his energy fading away like the wind. No air to
breathe in this moist, silky prison as he tried to gasp the tiny amount of
re-cylced air trapped between her sheer , silky thighs. Petrified now.

If he could just get his lips past the bottom of her silky, glazing
thighs...he could gasp some fresh air through her skirt, give him some
desperatly needed energy and buy himself a little more time to fight for his
life... but she wouldn't let him, his head scissored securely between two
curvy thighs, his face smothered in her tights

He couldn't really feel her silky, sheer thighs firmly pressed around his neck
as before. The continuous pressure, which never seemed to weaken, even in the
slightest, made no difference anymore. It was too late.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door.

"Who..Who is it?" Sarah icily enquired as she quickly pulled at Peters cold
head, realising it couldn't go any further into her pantyhosed crouch.

"Its me. David" came the reply from the door

"Oh, hang in there David" she answered, making sure that she was satisfied
Peter was not going to give her any trouble, but she felt his face switch
slightly when the voice came from the door. Was he still alive?

Sarah quickly made sure his face was completely smothered between her silky
black thighs, pulling his head in again, lining it up straight and squeezing
more pressure around his temples, just for good measure, as his jaw cracked
from the force followed by painfully silent screams, unaudioble to the man
outside the door.

"Enter" Sarah cooed in a sexy little voice as she coolly frisked her skirt
over what little visible amount of Peter's multi-coloured head there was left,
pushing herself and chair further under the desk.

David opened the door, and entered the room.

"Awful cold in here, ain't it?, what you been up to?" David enquired

"Oh, just this and that, Please, have a seat" Sarah replied cautiously

He would have noticed Peters lower body if it hadn't have been for the desk
front, which completely concealed the inside.

"Thanks" he said as he sat in the chair slightly to the left of her desk

"Coffee, tea, soda?" asked Sarah "Just help yourself" she said

"No thanks, I can't stay long" David replied

"Shame" Sarah bluntly commented as she was nudged upwards slightly by Peter as
he "FFFPPPHHH"ed with a second wind of life, desperatly trying to breath
through her thighs, but without any success as Sarah quickly smiled at David

'I just can't get used to these chairs! Huh' she hastenly blurted

Sarah was extremely surprised he was still even conscious!

He could feel the contact of her tights rubbing against his soft, worn down
tender face as it was completely smothered in her crouch, kept there by her
strong, curvy thighs. His fingers still weakly trying to prise her plump
thighs open without success.

He was really panicking now as he wanted, no, he needed air!. His lungs
burning inside for that oxygen that he'd always taken for granted.

"I've..got to...get out....of h..ere!!!" "CAN'T BREATH!!!" he struggled with a
tear falling from his eye, running down her silky black thigh. Sarah could
feel the vibrations between her legs more so now as he desperately
"FFFFPPPPDDD"ed hard again. Sarah could feel his respiration attempts becoming
more erratic as his brain cried out for oxygen.

"Have you got the report we discussed yesterday?" David enquired

"Report..Report. Oh yes, its right here on my desk" sarah proudly said

"Well, aren't you gonna give it to me" David pondered

"Give it to you? Oh, the report! Silly me" Said blurted as she purposely went
a little red

They both chuckled as Sarah calmly re-griped Peters clammy hands which she
grabbed when David knocked at the door, steadily controlling his weak will to
escape not letting him use his hands to raise the alarm by banging on the
underside of the table. Instead, using a little gentle persuasion, she kept
them on her lap, safe. She physically couldn't cross her legs any more without
breaking his neck, which was a mission priority.

Completely asphyxiated, and out of time as brain damage was beginning to set
in. Not any chance of David hearing his lethargic, smothered attempts of
freedom and blowing Sarahs cover.

Peter was still alive barely. Although it didn't appear that way. He was only
just conscious, getting the minuscule amounts of air up till then passing out
and coming round. Sarahs Thighs were clamped around his face without remorse,
not letting a peep out or in. He was only seconds away from death. His whole
world was now nearly black tights, which was about all he could see, apart
from the pierced belly button Sarah had under her sexy all black 'Versace'
tank-top. All he could smell was the sexy aroma of her expensive perfume
soaked tights as his mouth gaped like a fish trying to suck air which simply
wasn't there.

"Yep, those Donahue reports will be done by mid-afternoon, David, I assure
you"

She said calmly looking at him with a stern look, pulling her short, blonde
hair back behind her ears with both hands. Sarah felt more comfortable as
Peter's desperate struggles were becoming quieter by the second.

"OK, boss. Whatever you say" David said as he got up to leave

"Well, have a nice day, David" Sarah cockily commented at him

smiling with her head cocked sideways. Her short, blond hair hanging adjacent
to her facia, eyes sparkling, perfect teeth gleaming

"Yea, you too" he said

Shaking his head slightly as he turned away to leave the room. Something
didn't seem right in there but he couldn't place what it was. He never did
like that girl. The door shut behind him as his footsteps echoed on the
polished marble floor.

"I think you get the message now, don't you Peter?" said the unflustered
blonde

Still focusing on the door but talking to the man scissored in her plump
thighs, not expecting a response. Sarah waited for a few moments checking it
was clear before uncrossing her legs with a long awaited "ssshhffft" sound as
Peters head glided silently down her nearly black thighs shining in the office
light, his body slumping to the ground.

She sighed and reached down to pull him up by the hair. His face was now
completely pale white and he was beyond re-sussotation. He was very dead. She
propped him into the chair which David was sitting in only a minute ago,
sporting a wry smile as she was quite impressed with her handiwork. He was
bigger but not smarter it turned out.

His hands slumped over the side of the chair, she placed them on his lap,
propping his head up against the headrest. She kissed him on the lips as she
does to all her 'Clients' after she 'Retires' them.

Sarah had been labouring his breathing for the last hour plus. He was getting
old and didn't have the strength and willpower he did twenty years ago. He was
history now.

Sarah made the phonecall.

"Its done" Sarah stated

"Did anyone disturb you?" came the reply

"No" she said coldly.

She knew that if they found out someone else had been in the room, they would
kill her.

"Fine" said the mystery person sharply and hung up.

Sarah would now deal with David. The client had been 'Retired' and it would
look like a heart attack from the position she left him in the chair and the
fact that there were no marks on his body suggesting anything out of the
ordinary.

Suddenly the door opened and a cleaner was standing in the hallway. Sarah had
not anticipated this at all.

'Hi, Come in, She quickly cooed, gesturing him to shut the door behind him

'Thanks. Sorry, I didn't think anyone was in here.' He said 'What is wrong
with him'

He sharply added as he noticed the man slumped in the chair, facing away from
them.

"Oh, he's just had an exhausting day! Sarah wittly replied without losing eye
contact "Please, take a seat" Sarah said

"Thanks again" The cleaner said back to her, a little surprised by the level
of hospitality.

As he sat down, Sarah approached him and like lighting roundhouse knead him in
the face, sending him reeling back over the chair, his hands on his face.
Before he knew what happened next, Sarah was on the chair and flung him across
the floor, away from the door. Dazed he lay on the floor momentarily. Then he
groaned in pain as she brought her knee into his chest as he tried to get up,
winding him and sending him back down hard.

Sarah quickly cupped his mouth, twisted his right arm behind his head, and
spread his legs apart.

The stunned man gasped as Sarah turned him over, whilst bringing his left arm
behind his head also, as he tried to scream but found himself out of breath to
Sarahs fortune.

Now she hung over him, only a inch from him, still with his arms locked behind
his neck, her legs now coiled inside his.

Before he could blurt any curse out, she dropped onto him, her ample cleavage
pressing hard against his face and mouth. Then she quickly folded his arms at
the elbows until his hands were facing towards her and bear hugged them
together with his head, thrusting sharply upwards.

Sarah gave a 'GGRRRHHH' as she thrust his head more and more into her
suffocating breasts. His face now completely inside her cleavage. He couldn't
breath!! Sarah had produced a quite interesting looking manoeuvre, which had
him helpless on the floor. Asphyxiating violently as he thrashed about up to a
point, but she had his legs controlled.

He was desperatly tried to free his arms, whilst gasping for air but only meet
by her firm, fleshy bosoms. His screams were reminiscent of earlier escapades.
Silently vibrating through her breasts. Now realising he was going to die very
soon, with his head a bright red from the lack of air. He angrily bite her
right bosom causing her to let out a scream until she bite her own lip to stop
it. He did again, harder. Sarah let go in pain. He rolled away from under her
as she reluctantly released his legs. Gasping loudly for air like never before
in his life, coming so close to death. His only thought was to get to the
door.

As he desperatly raced across the office and reached for the handle, Sarah
dove across the floor and tripped his ankles from beneath him. He crashed down
to Earth and quick as lighting Sarah was upon him, standing dangerously above
him, almost breaking into sweat

She now wrestled his arms to his side, and body scissored him with her legs.
Now he was helpless again and she wasn't going to make the same mistake again
The poor man didn't know what was happening as he desperately struggled to get
free from her. 'Smack' was the noise of her backhand chop to his neck. 'Smack'
again'. Releasing her body scissor grip made him crash to the ground again.
She rolled him over wit her foot. Then slide onto his upper chest. Quickly she
grabbed the back of his head and rammed it into the middle of her doubled up
thighs before he could scream. Her legs squeezed together with no remorse as
his hands went straight to her thighs to try to release the pressure.

His desperate looking white eyes just visible before her satin red skirt
concealed the rest of his head.

Sarah slowly running her hands through his hair as he tried to release the
immense pressure build up around his head. Her silky, sheer black thighs
encased around his mouth...

"MMMPPPHHH!" "MMMMPPPPHHHHH!" came the noise as his smothering resumed as
before. Sarah calm and recomposing herself as this man flailed for his life,
suffocating wildly. His legs desperately kicking up and down as he tried to
kick out of Sarahs deadly hold, but to no avail. Her athletic legs keeping his
head pinned down as she calmly grabbed his hands and forcibly controlled them
until resting on her lap as before.

"Sssshhhh... you're going out, babe"

She cooed quietly down to him whilst focusing on the door. Her short, blond
hair directly hanging freely above his face as he could only blindly stare up
into Sarahs vertical facia. He had a tremendous hard on as Peter did by being
dominated to the extreme by this gorgeous Blond bombshell.

"Sssshhh" she whispered down at him still looking ahead, to convince him to
give up his futile struggles to escape, "Its Ok" she whispered again

Slowly, after maybe two long struggling minutes, with continuous 'soothing'
words from his executioner, his efforts calmed, his kicks and struggles became
less and less, until he wasn't moving. His dick still erect.

Sarah held him in this position for another minute, with her thighs still
clamped around his mouth and jaw, her skirt pulling tightly, before being
certain he had passed away.

She relived the pressure from the dead mans face, revealing a now somewhat
pale dark man. Sarah evilly smiled to herself as she found this amusing. She
picked up this unexpected second corpse and dumped it into the cleaning bin he
had brought with him.

Opening the door to her office, and after quickly glancing around to make sure
she hadn't left anything behind as evidence, she checked around to make sure
nobody was looking and then proceeded to push the trolley down the hall.
Click, Clack, Click, Clack her shoes went. She removed them to make less
noise, and threw them in the trolley. Her pantyhosed feet silently gliding
along the polished floor as she went. The elevator was right by the office.
She pressed the button and patiently waited. 1 2 3 4 then 5. Her floor. She
pushed the trolley into the elevator, getting it stuck on the metal connection
on the floor, and pushed harder to get it in. She pressed the button for the
basement and got out of the elevator when it got there. Now pulling the
trolley, she left it by the side of the elevator out of site, ready to be
taken to the dump.

Sarah had asked Peter if he would care for a foot massage and eventually she
asked if he could give her one. Peter excitedly obliged, bending down to
soothe her aches. He loved it.

"Ms Surridge, Sarah, I can't see this going anywhere.... RRRPPHGGEEE!" Sarah
was sitting in the chair just in front of him, with both hands clasped around
his face and a chlorophyl soaked napkin smothering him. She had her knee
pressing hard into his chest keeping him still as he quickly lost
consciousness. He was only out for about 5 minutes, enough time for Sarah to
push him under her desk and pull herself and her chair into the desk fully.
Now she calmly and coolly lifted his head by grasping his hair towards her,
right until his neck was between her thighs, then she slowly crossed her legs,
gently, making the familiar "Ssshhhfft" noise of bare skin rubbing on tights.
She was gentle at first, so as not to stop him from waking up. She needed him
to suffer long and proper when he came round, for the mission to be completed
successfully.

Sarah now just had to wait for David to come down at the end of the day. She
checked her wristwatch "4.50" she said aloud. She waited for about half an
hour when the lift went up. "Right, here we go" she thought to herself. She
calmly produced a black Walther PPK 7.65 automatic pistol from her handbag and
screwed on the Universal Arms silencer. She flicked the safety catch off and
waited quietly.

Suddenly the lift opened, It was David. Sarah was pretending she had lost her
car keys whilst fumbling about near her huge Chrysler Explorer.

"Sarah, is that you?" David curiously asked

"Yes, its me" she replied in her sexy Southern English accent

"I seem to have lost my car keys"

"Let me help you" said David.

He proceeded to the car where Sarah was standing and started fumbling around
on the floor. Sarah, slowly raised up bringing the Walther down on the back of
his head hard, sending him crashing to the floor. Sarah wasted no time in
rolling him onto his back and slide onto his chest, quickly straddling his
neck between her nearly black thighs.

"Davviid. Davviid" she sexily cooed quitely at him as though he were a
sleeping toddler. He began to come around.

"What..What the hell?!" he blurted. Sarah, still tightly straddling his neck
between her thighs, gently frisked her skirt away from his face, inserting the
silencer into his mouth before he could scream.

"Time to go to sleep now, David" she whispered quitely in a playful voice down
at his petrified face, his eyes looking around desperately staring at her
through her nylon clad thighs, as she cocked the hammer back with a satisfying
'click'

"Ssshhhh" she cooed at him, her mahogany red lips pressed together as she did,
her twinkling eyelashes looking down into his terrified eyes her blonde hair
freely dangling in front of her face.

"MMMPHHH!!" he screamed as she leaned back and pulled the trigger.

"TTSSHHPPTTT" as the gun fired followed by a Splat noise.

"Messy" Sarah commented.

She uncocked the pistol after clicking the safety back on and, of course,
sorting out her short, straight, clean blonde hair all while still sitting on
Davids head! Then unclamping her doubled thighs from around his head, raised
up slowly. Her skirt was rather bloody so she casually walked over to the skip
and dumped it in there along with her tights which she slowly peeled off her
legs making the usual "Sshhfft" noise she was so used to hearing one way or
another. Sarah then carried David's body over to the bin and dumped it on top
of the other bodies. "Une, Deux et Trois" she satisfyingly said to herself.

Sarah unlocked her car with the remote "BEEP, BEEP" disabling the alarm, and
got in. From the waist up, she looked fine. As she drove off, she smirked to
herself, as that was another well executed hit or three! She would receive
some $500,000 for this hit.