Her stride was long as she passed along the busy city street, a woman with somewhere to be was the impression she gave, people coming toward her separated to either side giving her plenty of room to make her way. Looking straight ahead her thoughts focused on one thing until finally she arrived at the hotel. Without pausing she turned into the entrance, the steel heels of her high heeled boots clicking on the patterned marble. The flunky in the green suit quickly opened the glass door to let her pass saluting as he did so. Caroline did not even give him a passing glance.

Once inside she made straight for the ladies room, checking all the cubicles to ensure it was empty, she then shut herself into the last one. Leaning back against the door, as she slipped the lock over, she stood perfectly still for 10 seconds catching her composure. Once 10 seconds had passed she breathed a huge sigh and turned and sat on the toilet seat, leaning down she slipped the bag off her shoulder and onto the floor between her boots. She undid her coat and shrugged it back off her shoulders and let it drop down behind her.

She put her hand into the now open bag and felt her hand comfortingly grip the handle of the revolver she had put in there this morning. It felt heavy, solid and cold, reassuringly dangerous and a smile now played on her red lips. As only an expert can, she flicked the catch and the bullet cylinder dropped into her palm, she examined it to ensure the chambers were full and slowly removed one bullet which she placed in her pocket. With another flick the cylinder was back in place. She held the gun out in front of her, one eye closed she flicked some imaginary dust off the front site. Her smile now became full as she felt totally confident, knowing her abilities were more than up to the task she had before her.

She pulled a leather shoulder holster out of the bag and put it over her shoulders and when it was comfortable placed the gun into its place in the brown leather. She stood, shrugged a couple of times and satisfied that the fit was good sat back down again. Again she plunged into the bag and this time pulled out a pair of forearm length black leather gloves. Her favourite pair for this type of work, without points they gave her knuckles a wonderful shape as she gripped the guns handle. She smelled them, placed them on her lap and smoothed them out. Next she picked up the right one, her routine never changing, never altering one bit, just like a sportsman following a mantra each move, every nuance important. She felt the inside of the glove against her skin, unlined of course meant it needed to be pulled hard to get her fingers to the bottom of each glove finger. She took her time this part of the ritual was more important than anything else. Once totally satisfied the fit was perfect she repeated the whole operation with the left glove. Each and every individual finger fiddled, adjusted, cajoled into exactly the right spot.

She held her now gloved hands out in front of her admiring how wonderful they looked on her. She could feel the excitement starting to rise in the very pit of her stomach, there was a moistness beginning in her crotch and she new before too long that the moistness would become a flood. Wearing unlined leather trousers without panties was exciting enough for her pussy, so much so she often had to resort to wearing a tampon to soak up her pleasure juices.

Not today, no tampon, she was looking forward to feeling her warm leakage when the time came and looking at her watch she realised the time would be very soon. She stood, adjusted the shoulder holster and gun so it sat just so. Next she pulled the leather coat up and back onto her shoulders although she left it open, so she had easy access to the gun. Finally she picked up the bag and hung it on her left shoulder so it wouldn’t interfere with her gun arm.

Opening the door of the cubicle she walked out into the ladies room and checked herself in the mirror. Yes, she knew she was going to be his nemesis and looked it too. Satisfied with that, she exited the ladies room. If there was one thing she was determined to bring to her job it was 110% customer satisfaction. Although she had never received a letter of satisfaction from any customer she knew just how satisfied her clients were. She saw it in their eyes.

Now………….. it was time!

She walked out into the foyer and turned right into the bar area. She saw him then, just sitting. Grey suit and looking exactly like his picture, except in the picture Caroline had been given he had been smiling and here he looked totally depressed. His shoulders slumped forward his hands clutching the small shot glass in front of him.

She strode over and stood beside him waiting for him to turn. She took a look around the bar and saw it was empty apart from them. She was patient; she was now after all on his time.

He turned and saw her standing there. At first he didn’t register and then slowly he began to realise. He saw a beautiful tall blonde woman wearing a full length leather coat, leather trousers and leather boots, but most importantly he saw the leather gloves. He reached out and gently touched her right hand and she allowed him to hold it for as long as he wanted. Suddenly his eyes opened wide, “Oh my god is this it!” he half stood, “What here…. Now?..... Oh my God!”

He almost fell. The fear now almost palpable. Caroline knew this scenario so well, they book her, then give her their calendar and know this moment will come, but always look shocked when she arrives.

The wetness was growing down below and her satisfaction was going to be perfect this time, she just knew. She pulled out the gun and placed it against his temple. She indicated to him to kneel. He almost fell as he struggled to get down, his legs shaking so much, eventually he managed it and looked like he was in church praying, looking straight down the barrel of the revolver. All he could see was the shape of her knuckles in her soft black gloves as she gripped the gun handle.
“Perfect!” she thought as so slowly she squeezed the trigger. It seemed to take an age, but finally there was a loud click as the gun didn’t fire. He jumped and looked up at her eyes pleading, his trousers now soaked as his bladder emptied in fear. This made her smile as she enjoyed the smell of fear and his could be smelt miles away. Her trousers were now soaked with her juices of pleasure, but unlike him this was her private pleasure, no one else knew.

In the few seconds since the click he began to realise there had been a misfire and he was still alive. Caroline saw the slow realisation in his eyes, this was the moment she lived for. At this second in time he was more alive than he had ever been before. To think he was going to die and then realise he hadn’t and was still alive was a monumental moment for him. This was the point that fulfilled her, the exact moment that made her life worth living, nothing and no one would ever be able to improve this for her. She looked at her fist around the gun handle, she saw her leather covered knuckles start to flex. She could see his head out of focus beyond her point of view. Finally the microsecond arrived. There was a huge crash, the barrel of the revolver flashed, then smoke followed, the bullet entered his forehead dead centre and blood spattered back at her.

She looked closely into his eyes at the microsecond life left his body and delighted in seeing that flicker of thanks. She knew that it was thanks and no one would ever tell her any different. Customer satisfaction is always 110%.

With that she turned on her heel and was gone.