Gemsicuted

Written by Julian Robov


Fifty Two


Troublov waited patiently at the SV City Tower’s Narai Pizzaria shop. After ordering a vegetarian pizza and a salad, he moved to a corner seat so that he saw the people arriving and leaving. The shop was less crowded. The music was still on. He walked to the counter to fill in the bowl a balanced mixture of vegetables and fruits, a skill he had yet to learn compared to the young Thais. In a matter of minutes, he stood in awe the way they built pagodas in a salad bowl. After he had filled in, he returned to his seat watching the people carefully.

At this time, Sanders arrived at Narai with Goldie, carrying shopping bags from the Emporium, a place that she loved to frequent. She looked beautiful from a distance and no wonder, Troublov thought, Sanders was after her. Now that was going to stop if everything went well according to his plan. He knew from the information he had, after Narai, she usually went to a manicure facility and then back to her condo on the twenty third floor.

Troublov ate slowly keeping a close watch on them, as they took the opposite end seat facing the main road. They were talking so much he heard their loud laughter. He had no other choice than to eat slowly or order another pizza. After glancing at his watch, he ate slowly. Goldie was still in a jovial mood with Sanders saying something, and then laughing, and then she saying something, and he laughing, it was going on and on. Others at the shop wondered what was the big deal, as both Sanders and Goldie ignored other’s reaction. Troublov thought they were getting ready for something special.

After paying their bill, he saw them walking toward the elevator. He continued eating with his mind concentrated on them, and at the same time surveying the escape route. Troublov didn’t wait any longer. After paying his bill at the counter, he took a deep breath knowing the hurdles lying ahead. If anything went wrong during the course, he knew the price he had to pay, should he trip up.

He walked to the elevator with his backpack. The door opened, and he pressed the twentythird floor. From the information he had, the front door wasn’t that strong. All he needed to do was to ready his battery operated screwdriver, and a palmtop sized gadget nicknamed ‘ Popov ’, a tiny device that had the ability to break the security code given to him by Vladimir.

Whenever Sanders was with Goldie she was too careless. At least that was the information given to him by Vladimir. But he didn’t want to take any more chances given the time he had to accomplish the job.

Troublov eyed the twentythird floor, when the red light flashed off. The door opened quietly. He wore a pair of black plastic gloves for efficiency, and walked to the room on the left. After remembering the condo number, his hands moved swiftly for the automatic screwdriver. But his sharp eyes noticed one thing. The door wasn’t closed properly. Something was wrong. He pulled the door stealthily. The room was pitch black. He slipped on the night vision goggle.

Then he heard low whispers and high moaning in the next room. That was the last thing in the world he needed to watch, someone having a good time in bed. The rooms were well decorated with several antique jade collections, all behind the glass doors. A bronze statue of a naked woman caught his attention. He put his hands along the cleavage of the statue unconsciously, as if he remembered something. The closer he got to the bedroom, the weaker Troublov felt. His killer instinct was hemorrhaging away with each moan. Killing someone when they were having sex wasn’t the skill he was neither trained at nor prepared for. He slowly opened the door for a better view. The incandescent light in the bedroom illuminating the two rolling naked bodies drove him crazy. The way they pumped each other urged Troublov to throw his crazy looking goggles and handgloves into his backpack and join them naked on their bed. His concentration level was so low he looked worried and desperate. He had two choices.

Either join them naked or kill both. With such a beautiful body lying in front, he felt like crying. Though he was trained to be strong and alert when it came to women, he couldn’t exert the courage he usually had when with men. He had no problem killing Pavlov. This was the man who slaughtered Pavlov like a frog mercilessly. But Goldie was something altogether different. If he stood there any longer watching their pumping and moaning he had no other choice than watch sucking his own thumb or scream. His knees went weak.

Meanwhile, Sanders grabbed Goldie’s pinkish red breasts and squeezed several times exciting her into a different level. The way he licked and sucked her knee and then inching his way to her marble thighs sent chills up and down her well-built body. She in turn leaned back allowing his cock to enter her. Both looked soaked in their own liquids and the more he played with her clit, the greater her enjoyment became driving Troublov to cry on quietly.

Now Goldie began to taste his cock in her mouth pulling his foreskin back and forth like peeling a banana, running her tongue around the bulged hot red head, before soaking them in her throat. This was something Troublov had never seen in his life before. She was so good in what she was doing, Sanders was just enjoying her skill.

Troublov glanced at his watch. It was approaching eleven. He didn’t have the energy to kill either of them. Instead, he watched them enviously leaving the backpack on the floor and holding his own cock uptight. It was bulging beyond his control in his pants. Now she spread her legs wider for Sanders. Sanders sunk his head between her legs and tongued her clit and kept continuing, till she came thrusting back in force. After repositioning themselves, the same but slightly different posture yielded better results, as if both were enjoying the ride. Troublov had no balls to watch further. As they continued their bedroom gymnastics, he walked slowly to the front door without the goggle and his backpack holding his cock intact. He wanted to kill himself for watching such a steamy scene. All the preparation he had for a fine execution went awry. Before he could push the button for the elevator, he felt a gun pointed at his head. He turned around slowly.
“Vladimir! What are you doing here?” he cried faintly. It was too late. The answer was quick and precise.
Vladimir pulled the trigger, and the bullet tore through Troublov’s brain, felling him to the ground noiselessly. He pulled Troublov’s bleeding dead body to the front door of Goldie’s condo, and then fled the scene.