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Heather pours their targets another shot of vodka each, and accepts their invitation to dance. Magda discreetly excuses herself, and Heather’s heart pounds as she prepares herself for doing something they haven’t done together in decades. When Magda proposed that they deal with the Russian men themselves, she was nervous about pulling it off successfully. But the moment she watched Magda remove her jacket and endear herself to the men, she knew they would be okay. They had done this many times before, she had lost sight of just how…seductive Magda could be. The larger of the men paws at the hem of her sweater, and she playfully swats his hand away and laughs. During the brief pause between the song that’s playing and the next one, Heather wonders what’s taking Magda so long.
After what feels like an uncomfortable eternity, Magda returns with a mischievous glint in her eye. She gives Heather a subtle nod, confirming that she’s procured the cyanide. She sits back down at the table and Heather joins her, positioning her body so that the men won’t see Magda pour the poison into the teapot. It doesn’t really matter, the men are so drunk on vodka and the prospect of taking them to bed that they wouldn’t have noticed. Before Magda invites their guests to the table, she slips her hand into her bra and retrieves a tube of lipstick. She gives Heather a mirthful look, and uncaps the lipstick. Heather squeezes her thighs together and watches as her lover slowly rubs the scarlet hue over her lips. When Magda purses her lips and then pouts, Heather’s clit throbs incessantly. This particular shade of red has always been Heather’s favourite, and she knows what it means.
The first time Heather caught Magda’s eye, it was when the Russian spy was applying lipstick. Heather was on a blind date at a local bar, and, unbeknownst to Heather at the time, Magda was working on her latest assignment – a man who was quite tall, dark, and handsome. They were sitting at the bar, and Magda laughed loudly and frequently touched his arm as she ordered drink after drink. Heather watched out of the corner of her eye as Magda withdrew a small compact and tube of lipstick from her purse, and began outlining her lips, barely listening to her own date prattle on about the company he worked for. Her cheeks flushed when Magda caught her eye in the compact’s tiny mirror, and her heart beat faster when Magda cocked her eyebrow and smirked. It only took a minute before Heather interrupted her date, and gently explained that it wasn’t going to work out. She paid for their drinks, and gave the man an apologetic look as he gathered his belongings and left the booth. When he was gone, Heather rose from her seat and selected a barstool near the mysterious Russian woman and her date.
“I’ll be back in a moment babe, gotta take a leak,” the handsome man muttered.
“Just have one more shot with me!” Magda insisted, shooting the bartender an intense stare. The bartender nodded and busied herself with preparing the shots.
“Alright. Then whaddaya say we head back to mine?” the man pressed, his eyes rolling over Magda’s tight black minidress. Magda nodded and grabbed the shots, handing one to the man.
“Hurry back,” she purred as she brought the glass to her lips. She arrested his gaze as she swallowed the spirit, and watched as he did the same. Heather quietly ordered a glass of red while the man hurried off to find the toilets.
“Thank you,” Magda whispered to the bartender, pushing a sizeable wad of cash across the bar. The bartender nodded and stashed the money away in her apron pocket. Heather was curious, but knew better than to involve herself in someone else’s business, so she silently accepted the glass of wine and played with a little paper umbrella someone had left on the bar.
“Bad date?” Magda turned to her a few moments later, with a glass of wine in her hand as well.
“Yeah…it was a blind date. My friend Dot set me up. When she said she was setting me up with ‘Ashley’, I assumed…well.” Heather chuckled and shrugged.
“You assumed you would be meeting a woman here tonight,” Magda said, watching her curiously as she swirled her wine around in her glass.
“Yeah.”
“Hmm…Dot, huh?” Magda chuckled.
“Yes?” Heather replied with a confused furrow of her brow. Magda leaned in a little closer, and Heather felt compelled to do the same.
“I too am a friend of Dorothy’s” Magda drawled, barely above a whisper.
“I see,” Heather replied, hardly able to conceal an excited smile. Magda downed the rest of her wine and placed the glass down on the bar.
“Want to get out of here?” she proposed.
“Umm, what about your friend?” Heather asked.
“Oh, he won’t be returning,” Magda said as she put the compact and lipstick into her purse. “I imagine by now he’s quite…incapacitated,” she chuckled.
“What are you, like an assassin or something?” Heather laughed uncomfortably. Magda simply tilted her head to the side, almost like she was daring Heather to keep asking questions.
“I don’t even know your name,” Heather pointed out. Magda shrugged and stood up from her barstool.
“You can call me anything you like, darling. As for you, hmm…” she trailed, cupping Heather’s jaw and running the tip of her thumb under her chin. “I think I’ll call you Heather.”
“But that’s not my name…” Heather muttered. What game was this mysterious woman playing? Magda didn’t respond, but instead pressed her thumb to the centre of Heather’s bottom lip.
“Alright, why Heather?” she gave in.
“It’s simple, but classically beautiful. It suits you,” Magda purred. Heather smiled and looked down at Magda’s other hand slowly running up her thigh.
“What will you call me?”
“Hmm…well, I’m fairly certain you’re an assassin or contract killer of some kind. You look Eastern European. You’re guarded, and I can’t quite figure you out. You’re clearly trying to seduce me, and it’s obvious you’ve done this before. It’s working, by the way…Magda. I’m going to call you Magda.”
“Then Magda it is,” the raven-haired woman grinned and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the bar and out the door.
What was meant to be an anonymous fuck with a beautiful stranger turned into thirty seven years of bliss. Heather became enraptured by Magda’s seductive prowess, and eventually abandoned her mundane small town for a life of excitement and adventure. Over time, Magda gave Heather the whole truth about who she was, and what she did. She disclosed her real name, and Heather did the same. But Heather decided that she enjoyed being called the name that Magda had given her, and although she was less forthcoming about her emotions at the time, Madgda felt the same way. Their names were the first gifts that they gave each other, and their undying loyalty was the second. Heather joined Magda’s assignments, and to Magda’s surprise, she made for a very effective accomplice. They finished off their targets in less than half the time it had taken Magda before. After all, no man can resist two beautiful women pining for his attention.
When they first told each other that they loved each other, Heather admitted that for her, it was love at first sight. The way Magda applied her lipstick and caught her eye in the compact mirror sparked something so erotic, so wanton within her, that Magda made a habit of putting on lipstick any time she needed Heather’s touch when they were out in public. The more outgoing of the two, Heather knew that when Magda pulled that brilliant shade of red out of her bag, she had twenty minutes to find an excuse for them to leave, and hours of passionate lovemaking to look forward to.
So when Magda pulls this little stunt in their own kitchen, Heather knows it’s time to finish the job.
They drink the tea and one of them dies. The other scurries away, but it won't be long before he succumbs as well. Magda grabs Heather’s face and kisses her hard, shoving her tongue into her mouth.
“Shouldn’t we deal with him first?” Heather says breathlessly. Magda shakes her head as she kisses the length of Heather’s neck.
“Later. I need you now ,” Magda insists. She pulls Heather’s hand between her legs, and Heather’s nipples tighten as she feels the thick piece her lover is wearing under her trousers.
“I wondered what took you so long,” Heather teases. Magda abruptly stands up and spins Heather around, slamming her front down on the kitchen table. The teacups and shot glasses tumble to the floor with a clatter.
“I figure if you’re going to act like a little whore , than perhaps I should fuck you like one,” Magda drawls, licking the shell of her ear as she rubs the cock against Heather’s ass. Heather shudders as she remembers the kinky, filthy sex they used to have after killing their targets together before they settled in Mystery Bay. It’s been a long time since they played these little games, and her cunt gushes with desire at the sound of Magda calling her a whore in that velvety smooth cadence of hers. Every so often, they’d engage in a nostalgic little role play, recreating their many post-murder trysts in the comfort of the home they built together. But they hadn’t taken out a target in thirty years, and as Heather’s eyes settle on the deceased man in their kitchen, she isn’t sure she has the stomach for fucking in a dead target’s presence anymore.
“Not here,” Heather blurts out. Magda stills her hips and kisses her temple.
“As you wish, my darling concubine.”
She grabs Heather’s braid and yanks her back, dragging her to the study. She sweeps her arm across the desk, casting away the stack of Dostoevsky novels. Heather hops onto the desk and Magda rips her trousers and panties off before hurriedly removing her own. Heather leans back on her elbows and spreads her legs, treating her lover to the view of her sticky, hot cunt. Magda slips her fingers between her folds, trailing them up and down. She chuckles salaciously and thrusts two inside, pumping slowly as she teases her lover.
“It appears that you’re ready.”
“Don’t sound so surprised, you know how wet you make me,” Heather moans softly. Magda withdraws her fingers and slips them into her mouth, sucking them clean. Heather’s skin breaks out in goosebumps at such an erotic display. She hooks her leg around Magda’s hip and pulls her closer.
“Stop teasing, and fuck me,” Heather demands. Magda smirks and slips her hand below the leather harness, rubbing her own soaked cunt. She covers the dildo with her wetness and grabs the base, rubbing it up and down the expanse of Heather’s vulva.
“Such a needy little whore you are…” she drawls, and Heather whines.
“Show me those beautiful breasts of yours, my darling,” Magda purrs, and Heather obeys. She hurries to toss her jumper and bra away, and begins teasing her hard nipples with her thumbs, knowing Magda won’t be able to resist giving her what she wants.
“Good girl,” Magda says in a low voice before easing the toy into Heather’s pussy. Heather tips back and her forearms hit the desk as Magda fucks her slowly. She grips the edge and arrests her lover’s gaze, her lips parting as she admires Magda’s dark eyes through the purple tint of her glasses. Magda rubs her clit and increases her pace, thrusting harder and faster as she watches Heather’s modest breasts bounce from the impact.
“Oh Madga!” she whimpers. Magda breathes hard as she fucks her lover with all that she has, and bites down on her shoulder, smearing her lipstick along her skin. Heather is right on the edge, and Magda’s so desperate to taste her that she needs to make her come now . Through ragged breath, she whispers naughty little things in her mother tongue. She knows how much Heather loves to hear her speak in Russian, and it doesn’t take long before Heather is moaning her release. Magda pulls out, and rolls the office chair in front of the desk. She sits down and wraps her arms around Heather’s thighs, burying her face between her quivering thighs. She moans as the intimate taste of Heather’s arousal coats her tongue, and digs her blunt fingernails into the soft flesh of Heather’s ass.
“Fuck!” Heather whimpers and grabs a fistful of Madga’s hair. She rocks her hips and rubs her sex against Magda’s lips and chin. Magda reaches up and grabs her breasts, squeezing them hard as she sucks on her clit. Heather comes again, and jerks her hips away. Magda smirks and admires her darling, and the look in her eyes is absolutely feral. She stands up and removes the rest of her clothing, as well as the strap-on.
“Turn around and bend over,” she instructs breathlessly. Heather does as she’s told, and sighs when Magda grabs her hips and slides her sticky cunt along the curve of her ass. She loves being taken like this. She loves being used like Magda’s personal toy to get herself off.
“That’s it my love, rub that sweet clit on my skin,” she goads. Magda groans and rubs harder, giving Heather’s other cheek a hard spank. When she comes, Heather only gives her a moment to catch her breath before pushing her back and then guiding her to sit on the desk. Heather kisses her sweetly and teases her erect nipples with the tip of her finger.
“Surely you have one more in you,” Heather teases.
“Always,” Magda smirks with a tired grin.
“Let me take care of you. What do you need, my love?”
Magda spreads her legs, and uses two fingers to part her glistening labia.
“Your tongue.”
Heather sinks to her knees and rolls the tip of her tongue along her diamond hard, slippery clit. Magda moans and closes her eyes, revelling in the sensual bliss of this moment.
“Now who’s a needy little whore?” Heather can’t resist teasing.
“Please…” Magda groans wantonly. Heather smiles and laces her fingers through hers, and returns to her ministrations. She flicks her tongue against the sensitive little nub, and draws little shapes and patterns until Magda’s thighs are shaking uncontrollably, and she’s squeezing Heather’s hands so hard it hurts.
Heather begins to dress herself, miserable that they have some cleaning up to do in the kitchen. Magda stops her, and guides her by the hand to the loveseat in their study.
“We can deal with all of that later. Stay with me for awhile.”