Nikki smiled seductively as Jean-Pierre opened the door to his luxury apartment. The smile on her glossy cherry red lips was reflected in the piercing blue eyes on her beautiful face as she gazed upon him.
When Jean-Pierre saw Nikki sitting at the bar in that slinky black dress with clung to every curve of her perfect figure, smoking a long white cigarette and sipping a glass of single malt scotch, he instantly wanted her. To his surprise, the beautiful blonde did not reject him when he introduced himself and instead invited him to sit with her. As their conversation continued on into the night, he couldn’t help but notice the subtle signs: her musical laughter at his possibly lame attempts at humor, her leaning forward with interest as she listened intently to his stories, the casual touching on his arm and knee as they talked and talked.

So when the time came to leave, Jean-Pierre went for it, and asked Nikki to come back to his place with him. Despite his confidence in her answer at this point, his heart almost leapt out of his chest with excitement when she agreed.
Now Jean-Pierre was just moments away from having the woman he had wanted all evening.

After the door was shut, Jean-Pierre took her in his arms and kissed her. Nikki returned his kiss with an equal amount of passion as she slammed him back against the closed door. She smiled as she felt his manhood against her. It pleased her that he wanted her so badly. After what seemed like an eternity in some respects, and not long enough in others, they broke off the kiss, out of breath.

Jean-Pierre threw his coat and jacket off along the way as they continued kissing. He was leading her toward the bedroom, of course. He sat her with him on the bed and he was untying the belt on her long black leather coat when she backed slightly away.

Nikki stroked the handsome Frenchman’s cheek with a black gloved hand. She could tell he liked the way her gloves felt on his skin.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” Nikki said huskily as she pushed away from him. “I need to change into something more appropriate for you.” She gave him one last seductive smile before she disappeared into the bathroom, still clutching her large black purse.

Jean-Pierre jumped up and starting preparing the bed for their tryst.

The smile disappeared from Nikki’s face after she closed the door. She sat her purse on the bathroom sink and opened it up to access the tools of her trade.
Nikki withdrew the stainless steel Beretta and casually attached the shiny metal silencer she held in her other black gloved hand.
Now her smile returned as she hefted the loaded pistol. She looked at herself in the mirror and admired the sexy, dangerous, armed young woman in the long black leather coat she saw looking back at her.
Time to go to work.

Jean-Pierre looked up as Nikki came out of the bathroom. His expectant smile fell as he saw her holding the large silenced gun on him.
His hand snaked under his pillow but it was too late.
Nikki lunged forward as he began to pull the hidden Glock free off its hiding place. She smashed the butt of her gun into his wrist, knocking his free. It clattered uselessly to the floor and she kicked it away from him with a black high heeled foot. Nikki savagely backhanded him across the face with the gun, knocking him off the bed onto the floor. Jean-Pierre tried to rise but Nikki kicked his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor in a heap. Then she grabbed him by the back of his suit with her free hand and drove his head into the nightstand.

This was the part she enjoyed, Nikki thought as she stood over her dazed victim. When they knew they were about to die and she was going to be their executioner.

Nikki experienced that feeling the first time three years ago, when she emptied her father’s .38 into the chest of the drunk driver who killed her parents after his wealth got him off scot free. That was the day she discovered how much she enjoyed dispensing her brand of justice.
Now she was paid handsomely for it.

Nikki lit up a cigarette in victory, drew deeply upon it. She retrieved the Glock and shoved it in the belt of her dress. Another weapon to add to her collection.
Jean-Pierre had pushed himself up to his knees. Nikki kicked him in the ass, sending him sprawling back onto his stomach. Then she put a spiked heel on his back, digging it into his spine in warning.

Nikki aimed the Beretta at the back of his head and pulled the trigger twice. She heard the soft phut! phut! as she blew his brains all over his pretty carpet.
She lowered the gently smoking gun and admired her handiwork. Nikki took another drag off her cigarette and smiled. Another nice payday.
Nikki retrieved her purse from the bathroom. She detached the silencer and stowed both guns and the silencer into her purse. She took one last look around before she left and shut the door shut her.
Her heel heels clicked on the sidewalk as she headed off down the street. She pulled out a cell phone to call a taxi to take her back to her car.

Her client was good as her word.
Nikki had dinner with her client later that evening. While they dined on lobster at a four star restaurant, her client’s people confirmed the deed was done. Once that was confirmed, the second half of the payment was exchanged. In cash, of course.

Not only did Nikki get the agreed upon amount, her client even gave her a bonus. Apparently Jean-Pierre was a very bad boy for someone to want him dead so badly. But that was her client’s business. It made no difference to Nikki. She was a professional.

Now Nikki was enjoying a cigarette while driving home after a long day. It wasn’t many 19 year old women that pulled in six figures this year. She didn’t feel the last bit guilty about it, either.
Nikki pulled into the driveway and cut the engine to her red sports car. She sighed as she climbed out of the car and flicked the remainder of her cigarette into the street.

The blonde unlocked the door to the house she had lived in all her life. It was a modest two story three bedroom home, but it suited her. Despite her earnings, she had no desire to get a bigger home.
Nikki tossed her car keys in a large bowl on a small table inside the door after locking up, then pulled off her gloves and tossed them in the same bowl. She heard the television on in the master suite and sounds from another upstairs. She looked up the steps for a moment sadly as she removed her coat and hung it up. Then she made her way down to the master bedroom.

She walked inside and saw Debbie sitting in bed watching one of those crazy entertainment news programs while puffing on one of her ever present Marlboro Lights. Her eyes lit up when she saw Nikki.
Nikki had met Debbie Chung a couple of years ago. At the time, Nikki had not yet begun her current career. Instead, she was robbing convenient stores and breaking into upscale homes in order to survive. It was just dumb luck that she had never been arrested yet.

They met in a bar, of all places. Nikki couldn’t help but notice that the beautiful petite Asian woman with the large black almond shaped eyes and long jet black hair she was instantly attracted to looked rather beaten and bruised.
Debbie had been kicked out of her parents’ house for being as her father ironically called her, a “wanton whore” after they found out she was sleeping with her girlfriend. So Debbie had to take to working the streets to survive.
Nikki eventually found out over a couple of drinks that Debbie was a prostitute having a problem with an abusive pimp. After Debbie said she would pay someone to take care of him if she ever knew someone in that business, Nikki offered to solve the problem for her.

After Nikki executed the abuser with her trusty .38, they were both turned on. They made love right next to the dead body.
Nikki had a new career after that day, and Debbie ended hers. Nikki and Debbie have been together ever since.
“Hey,” Debbie said. “You’re late.”
“Sorry,” Nikki said, leaning over to kiss her.
“Good night?” Debbie asked.
Nikki reached into her purse and tossed two substantial piles of cash on the bed.
Debbie smiled. “VERY good night,” she said, picking up and thumbing through one pile of cash.

Nikki unlocked the gun cabinet in the corner of the bedroom. Among the collection of handguns and high powered rifles inside, she added the two guns and the silencer she had carried home in her purse. She locked the cabinet and set her purse on the vanity.
“Damn, you look sexy in that dress,” Debbie observed.
“You’re such a whore,” Nikki kidded her.
“Only yours,” Debbie responded, letting the sheet fall off her bare breasts.
Nikki sat on the bed beside her and caressed one of those breasts.
“Every time you’re late, I’m scared you won’t walk back through that door,” Debbie said quietly, tears in her eyes.
“Oh, baby…” Nikki replied, then hugged her. She would never tell Debbie how Jean-Pierre tried to pull a gun on her and it could have very well turned out that way if she wasn’t as good at her job as she was. “You should know by now I can take care of myself.”
Nikki kissed Debbie and lowered her back on the bed. Debbie caressed her hair.
“Before you get too carried away, he’s been asking for you,” Debbie said.
Nikki nodded knowingly. “I know. He worries too. I better go say good night.” She kissed Debbie quickly once more and rose from the bed.
“Hurry back,” Debbie said as she lit up another cigarette.
Nikki smiled back at her as she walked out of the room.

Nikki took a deep breath to gather herself before walking up the stairs. On reaching the top of the stairs, she went to the room at the end of the hall on the right and opened the door, peeking around it.
“Can I come in?” Nikki asked.

“It’s your house,” the boy sitting on the bed said. The boy in question was her 16 year old brother, Timmy, the only survivor of her family. Timmy had been in the car with her parents but instead of being killed like them, he had survived, though he never would be the same. If only she hadn’t been such a rebellious teenager, she would have been in the car as well. But she wasn’t with them, and she has never forgiven herself for that.

Timmy was holding a game controller and the sound of gunshots came from some version of the Grand Theft Auto video game on the flat screen television across the room. If only he knew the irony.
“I just blew away a hooker,” Timmy said proudly. “After I had her, of course.”
“You’re such a bad ass,” Nikki agreed.
Timmy finally saw her. “Damn, you look good, sis. You sure that big shot VIP boss of yours isn’t asking for favors?”
As far as Timmy knew, her high paying job was as security for a VIP. That helped explain why she carried a gun, which Timmy thought was cool, and the late work nights.

“There was a party tonight,” Nikki told him. “So I had to dress up.”
Timmy looked at her sideways. “So you were his arm candy.”
Nikki smiled. “Something like that.”
“If I was paying a chick big bucks, I’d be hitting that,” Timmy said with a grin.
Nikki punched him in the arm playfully. “Hey, I’m your sister!”
“I’ve still seen you naked, you know. I know you’re hot.”
Nikki rolled her eyes.
“I know, you like girls,” Timmy said. “My sister, the lesbo.”
“I’m actually bi, you know.”
“I don’t blame you, I want to do Debbie myself.” He hit his legs with his fists. “If these damn things worked, I’d give you a run for your money.”
“I wouldn’t have a chance,” Nikki said softly, trying not to cry.
“She loves you, sis,” Timmy said honestly. “I know that. I love her too. I like it when she puts her arms around me, carries me, gives me a bath. In my dreams…well, maybe I shouldn’t tell you about those.”
Nikki laughed. “She loves you too, kiddo. Just not THAT way.”
“It’s OK,” Timmy sighed. “I’m over all that now.” Then he went back to his game.

Nikki looked at him and tried again not to cry. Timmy was paralyzed from the waist down after the accident. She supposed she should be glad he was alive, but…she couldn’t help but be sad at what it had taken away from his life. Timmy was the reason she did what she did for a living. Nikki would do anything for her brother, to make his life as wonderful as possible.
But making her parents house handicapped accessible had cost money. The fully equipped van with the lift for the wheelchair she purchased wasn’t cheap. Not to mention the fact her family needed money to survive.
Debbie quit her career, such as it was, to take care of Timmy full time so Nikki could pursue hers. That was fine with Nikki, who had no intention of letting Debbie being used or hurt by men again after they became lovers. Debbie and Timmy had hit it off instantly, which had pleased Nikki immensely.
“You OK, sis?” Timmy suddenly asked her.

“Yeah,” Nikki said. “Just thinking about stuff.”
Timmy smiled. “You were thinking about having sex with Debbie too.”
Nikki laughed. “Caught me.”

Timmy put his arm around Nikki. “Go on,” he said. “I’m going to go to bed. I’m about done here anyway.” He grinned. “Then I’ll be dreaming about Debbie.”
Nikki punched him in the arm. “Brat. Talking about my girlfriend that way.”
Timmy's smile faded. “I really love you, Nik. You guys take good care of me.”
Nikki’s eyes glistened. “I love you too, Timmy.”
“It’s Tim,” he said as she hugged him.
“Yeah, right,” Nikki said. But she didn’t let him go for a long time.

Nikki walked into the bedroom, tears in her eyes. She lit a cigarette and took a long, slow drag.
Debbie rose from the bed and walked up behind her. She hugged her and laid her head on Nikki’s shoulder.
“He really gets to you, doesn’t he?” Debbie said.
Nikki took another drag off her cigarette. “Yeah,” she said in a shaky voice after her exhale.

“You’ve given him a great life, baby,” Debbie told her. “He has no idea how much you’ve given up for him.”
“He’ll never know that,” Nikki snapped. “But it’s not enough. It’s never enough.”
Debbie lowered the zipper on the back of Nikki’s dress. “You are too hard on yourself, honey.”
The dress fell to the floor and Nikki turned to face Debbie.
“He really loves you,” Nikki said with a smile.
Debbie grinned knowingly. “He dreams about me.” She chuckled. “He tells me when I bathe him.”

Nikki caressed her face. “Let him dream.” She grabbed Debbie by the hair and kissed her hungrily. Nikki smiled as she felt Debbie removing her bra, then pulling down her panties. She pushed Debbie onto the bed, and then looked at her lying there on her bed, naked, looking at her with lust in those smoldering black eyes, waiting for her in anticipation. Nikki looked down at her, the lust evident in her own baby blues, drawing deeply on her cigarette one final time before crushing it out.

“Put on the gloves,” Debbie said in a husky voice.
Nikki smiled as she pulled open the drawer containing the pair of gloves she kept in the bedroom just for Debbie. Debbie liked the way her gloves felt on her body as they made love, just as they had when they made love the first time. Nikki slowly pulled on one glove, then the other while Debbie watched expectantly. Nikki flexed her fingers, checking the fit, then smiled knowingly.
She jumped onto the bed playfully on top of Debbie. They laughed joyfully, and then continued to express their passion for each other rather intensely.
While Timmy dreamed of love, Nikki and Debbie experienced reality.