Miho Watanabe ground out the remainder of her cigarette in an already crowded ashtray. The beautiful young Japanese girl had been sitting here for over an hour, chain smoking while she waited.

Miho flexed the fingers enclosed in her black leather gloves as she leaned back in the high backed executive chair. She looked at the large black Glock 9mm pistol lying in the middle of the cherry wood desk as she drained the rest of her single malt scotch. The girl regarded the pistol coolly. She had thought about this for a long time, but tonight was the time for action.

Miho set the empty glass on the desk and picked up the gold cigarette case and lighter lying there beside a large crystal ashtray. The case and lighter had belonged to her mother. She opened the case and plucked out a cigarette. Miho incinerated it with the lighter. She leaned back and enjoyed a lungful of tobacco satisfaction, then exhaled the smoke slowly. Miho took a double pump off the freshly lit cigarette and exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. She started smoking six months ago, but never so much as she had tonight. Miho remembered the day she started smoking well because it was the day her mother died.

She rolled the cigarette between her fingers, watched the smoke rise from the smoldering end toward the ceiling, enjoyed the smell of the burning tobacco. Miho took another long drag, let the smoke linger in her lungs a moment before exhaling languidly. Her mother was really the only parent she had, so now she was pretty much on her own, and would be forever after tonight.
Miho thought about her father’s mistress, Diane, the beautiful blonde sleeping soundly in the bed where they had made love with a ferocity that had surprised them both. One of the few things she had in common with her father was their fondness for blondes.

Diane had begun coming to Miho for comfort after being beaten and taken by force in her father’s drunken rages. Miho had wanted Diane ever since her father first brought her home, but she bided her time. Miho let Diane stay with her, smoothed her, held her, comforted her. Eventually Miho extracted a price for that comfort – sex.

Tonight Diane had come to her wearing her Victoria’s Secret lingerie, which Miho eventually ripped from her shapely body in her lust. Diane was turned on by by the big gun she carried in her waistband, the slinky black dress she wore that clung to every curve of her shapely body. Diane loved the feel of Miho’s black leather gloves on her body when Miho caressed her breasts, her hips, her lovely ass, her long, smooth legs. Miho grabbed a handful of Diane’s long blonde hair, kissed her hungrily, and soon they were lost in each other.

Afterwards, as Miho had a cigarette, Diane said those words that crossed a line: “I love you.”

Diane saw Miho as her savior, her protector, her lover. Miho just wanted sex.
Miho took another languid drag off her cigarette, enjoying the taste, trying to ignore the wetness between her legs. She blew the smoke out between her smiling cherry red lips. Soon she would be free to do anything she wished.
Miho heard a car door shut outside. He was here. Finally.

She crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray, picked up her Glock, and turned out the light. She was ready.

Miho heard the front door close and raised the gun. The weight of the heavy pistol felt comfortable in her hand. She couldn’t wait to use it.
It was time to kill again.

Hideo Watanabe opened the door to darkness. There were no lights on in the house. Apparently his daughter was not gracing him with her presence this evening.
The well dressed businessman took off his coat. No surprise, really. They didn’t speak much these days. The impact of her mother’s death had affected their relationship, and unfortunately Hideo having to work for a living to support them did not leave much time to try to repair it.

Hideo loosened his tie and went down the hall. It was eerily quiet. Hideo pushed open the half shut door to his study gently and peered inside.

The first thing Hideo noticed when he entered his study was the fresh odor of cigarette smoke. He frowned, knowing that his daughter had been in here recently. She had picked up some bad habits recently, making her less desirable for an arranged marriage with the suitable young man he had in mind for her. He would have to talk to her again.

He turned on the light and got the message.

His daughter was sitting in his chair with an automatic pistol pointed at his chest.
“Hello, father,” she said.

“What is this?” he snapped with an authority he didn’t really have.

Miho raised the pistol slightly and smiled. “I think this says it all.” She motioned toward a chair with the gun. “Sit down.”

Hideo sat down heavily in the wooden chair in front of the desk.

“You’re not used to not being in control, are you?” Miho asked sweetly.
“What is this?” Hideo commanded.

Miho ignored him and plucked another cigarette out of the open case. She placed it between her lips.
“You have no more authority here,” she said, picking up her lighter.
“What are you talking about?”

Miho sauntered around the desk. She lit the cigarette with a flourish. “You’re going to die tonight,” his daughter said matter of factly after exhaling a cloud of smoke. She smiled at him evilly. “And I am going to kill you.”
Hideo laughed nervously. “OK, whatever game you’re playing, you can stop it now.”

“Oh, it’s no game,” Miho said after taking another puff off her cigarette. “I’m quite serious.”

“I am your father!”

Miho laughed. “You were a sperm donor. You’ve never been a father to me.” “You’re not a murderer, Miho,” her father said, trying to reach her.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” Miho said darkly. “I learned how to be ruthless from you.”

Hideo swallowed hard and his daughter laughed at his predicament, then took a couple of puffs off the cigarette, her face lighting up in a red glow, her eyes seeming aflame with her murderous intent.

Hideo’s eyes widened. “Are you insane?”

Miho laughed. “No, I’m quite sane.” She advanced on him malevolently, the gun held firmly in her hand. The feeling of having the ultimate power of life and death it gave her was a better high than she imagined she could get from any drug. “I’ve fantasized about this for a long time, what it would be like to kill you.” She stopped and looked him in the eye. “Now I’ll find out.”
“Why?”

Miho’s eyes narrowed. “Do you really have to ask?”

Hideo sighed. “Your mother.”

Miho clenched her teeth. “My mother.”

“It was an accident!” Hideo pleaded.

“No, it was murder,” Miho snapped. His daughter paced around him like a predator circling her prey. “You were drunk. You crashed the car, and she died. You didn’t pay for your sins. You used your connections to get off. You didn’t even have the decency to commit seppuku. So now I am here to administer justice.”

“Justice?” Hideo exclaimed. “Is that your excuse?”

“Even now, you deny what you’ve done,” Miho snapped through clenched teeth. “Even now, you talk down to me. Even now, when you’re about to die.”

“Do you think I don’t feel guilty about what happened?” Hideo admitted. “Do you think I didn’t grieve for her?”

“I don’t think you feel anything, you son of a bitch.” Miho raised the pistol and smiled, enjoying the moment to the fullest. “Now I’ll have my revenge, you fucking bastard.” She laughed and aimed the pistol slowly, almost reverently as her father watched in horror. “Payback’s a bitch…and I’m the bitch!”

Before Hideo could say another word, Miho pulled the trigger. The large gun bucked in her hand but she handled it well. The gunshot was louder than she thought it would be. It was a good thing they lived outside the city.

She watched the bullet tear through the center of his chest, the hole it created in his white dress shirt, and the red blood oozing from the wound with satisfaction. What was even better was the look of surprise on the bastard’s face.

The second shot was just a little lower than the first, and her father fell down out of the chair, flat of his ass. He looked up at her impotently as Miho sauntered around the desk, a wisp of smoke emerging from the barrel of her gun.

“That was so satisfying,” Miho said. She aimed the gun at his head. “But not as satisfying as this.”

Hideo watched his daughter pull the trigger again, saw the gun jump in her hand, and his world suddenly went dark.

Miho looked at what was left of her father’s head after her bullet went through his brain. His dead eyes looked at her accusingly, but she felt no remorse at what she had just done. In fact, she shot him in the head once more just for the hell of it.

She watched the smoke wisping from the end of her gun and brought the barrel close to her lips, blowing the smoke off of it playfully. Then she flicked on the safety and shoved the gun in the waistband of her dress. Miho loved the way it felt there.

Diane heard two explosions in the night, shortly followed by two more.
The 19 year old blonde took a luxurious drag off her Virginia Slims and smiled. Miho had been so easy to manipulate.

Diane would sneak out after the old man fell asleep, usually drunk out of his mind. She would go to Miho’s room in her best lingerie with stories about how the old man mistreated her. Diane saw how Miho looked at her since the day she arrives. She knew what she wanted. Diane was quite willing to indulge Miho is her lesbian fantasies. A little pussy to get rid of the old man and get her freedom was worth it.

She threw the bedcovers aside and jumped out of bed. Diane tossed her long blonde hair out of her eyes and straightened her white lace lingerie by habit before putting out her cigarette and heading out the bedroom door.
She would allow Miho to collect her reward. One last romp in that big soft bed. In the morning, Diane would be gone along with as much of the money in Hideo’s safe as she could carry. She might even pick up Miho’s gun on the way out. It might come in handy.

Diane thought the sound had came down the hall from the study so that’s where she headed.

When she got inside, Diane saw a Miho standing inside, bathed in the lamp from the desk. The girl exhaled a cloud of smoke, then ground out her finished cigarette in the ashtray. The room smelled of cordite and blood. Diane didn’t have to see Hideo’s body lying on the floor to know the old man was dead.
Miho turned and smiled at her. Before Diane could react, Miho darted forward and grabbed Diane by the arm with a black gloved hand while drawing her pistol with the other. Miho pulled Diane against her, their bodies now pressed close together. Diane saw the large black pistol move up toward her face, felt it as it was shoved under her chin, digging into her throat. The barrel was still warm from being fired.

“You did it,” Diane breathed.

“Yes,” Miho panted, and then she kissed her. Their tongues met, entwined, explored each other’s mouths. Diane started to feel the wetness between her legs. She was looking forward to that last romp in bed.
“So now what?” Diane asked breathlessly after they broke off the passionate kiss, her own lusty intentions clear.

Miho looked at her with her cold, black, almond shaped eyes. There was no emotion there at all now. They were as dead as black stones. Diane became immediately frightened, especially with a gun at her throat. “Actually, that was a good bye kiss,” Miho finally said.

Diane just stared at her. “What?”

Miho laughed. “You didn’t actually think I would let you live, did you?”
Diane looked at her in disbelief. “But what about us?”

Miho smiled, clearly enjoying the betrayal. “You think just because we fucked it would make a difference?”

Diane swallowed hard.

Miho raised the pistol to her temple, drilled the barrel into her skull. “Good bye, lover. It’s been fun.” She pulled the trigger and shot her in the head. Diane fell sideways with the impact of the bullet then collapsed to the floor, her head lolling to one side, a shocked look frozen on her face. Miho lowered the pistol and shot her through the left ear again, just to be certain she was dead.

Miho looked down at Diane’s body, then tucked the pistol in her waistband. She hated to have to dispose of it. It had served her so well.

A mistress cannot have two masters, the old saying went. Diane was the only witness to what had happened here. She had to be silenced.

Miho lit up a cigarette, exhaled the first lungful of tobacco satisfaction with a smile. She had been planning this for a long time. Obtaining the gun was the most difficult part, but her father’s yakuza friend had finally provided that before his unfortunate death.

Miho stuck the cigarette in the corner of her mouth as she picked up the spent shell casings. She would take them with her, along with the butts in the ashtray. Miho would toss the gun along with the rest in the river on the way back to her apartment. But she promised herself she would get another gun as soon as possible.

Her friend Akiko should still be asleep, courtesy of the sleeping pills she put in her scotch earlier this evening. Miho looked forward to waking her when she got home to relieve the sexual tension she felt right now. Killing people definitely made her horny. Akiko would swear Miho was home all night, if anyone cared to ask. But Miho doubted they would ever question an innocent young orphan.
She would soon enjoy the fruits of her labors. Due to his success at business and owning his own company, her father was worth 297 million US dollars. With her mother killed by a drunk driver six months ago, and Miho his only heir, she was a very rich woman now.

With that kind of money, and the power that kind of money brings, no one would ever control Miho again.

Miho was certain she would find another smoking hot blonde bitch to fuck with that kind of money. She looked forward to finding her.

Satisfied with the results of her efforts, Miho walked out and never looked back.