EROTIC TALE - RENTAL MURDER PART 1. Don't be fooled by my girlish face, because behind a harmless appearance there is a real killer machine. From a young age I was trained to kill without a trace, silent and sneaky ... I never played with dolls, my first toy was a 22-gauge weapon, which I won when I was five years old and it was at that age that I started losing my innocence, that same year my hard training started and at sixteen i killed my first target, after that day i never stopped, i had already lost count of how many people i sent to the other side, how many people i killed. For me they were just targets, without name, without history, without identity ... Today would be someone's big day. I opened the envelope I received a few minutes ago by the hands of a messenger. Inside it the pictures of my next target and a small dossier, I put the pictures aside, took the sheets of A4 paper and started to read their contents. My target this time was a man. His name was Cristian Loopo, thirty-two, single and CEO of a large technology company, his business was bothering the big guys in the Russian mafia. I never stopped to read my targets 'reports before, this was the first one and I had no interest in continuing to find out about his life, I had a policy that the less I knew about my targets' personal lives, the better the job would be. I take the pictures and look at his face, he was a beautiful man, tall and strong, in some pictures he smiled, and what a smile. Unfortunately, it would remove a beautiful male specimen from the face of the earth. What a waste. For a few days I followed my target, and started to follow his habits and the places he used to go, he even knew the brand of his favorite beer. It would be today, the day I would finally pass it on, for the better. Everything was already organized. Cristian would give a lecture that night at the Hotel Royal, after the lecture he would go up to his suite on the 14th floor, and when he was alone in the relative safety of his room, it would be the right time to kill him silently. I prepare as I always do before starting a mission, fill the hotel's huge bathtub with cold water and ice cubes, then dip my body in the water and hold on to the edge of the bathtub to stay at the bottom of it, I am submerged in apnea, when I am almost losing consciousness, I become aware of all my senses that are now more acute than ever. I get out of the water and dress in black leather pants and a black tank top, on my feet a medium-heeled boot and high heels, as the night is cold, I wear a white coat over it. More dangerous than a cold killer is a cold and cold killer ... Before I leave, I spray my favorite perfume and a red matte lipstick on my lips. I grab the motorcycle keys and go down to the garage, and she was there waiting for me the beautiful and shiny red Kawasaki Ninja, I slide my hand over that masterpiece, motorcycle and speed fans know what I'm talking about, when I start the engine and he roars like a wild animal, the hairs on my body prickle with pure pleasure, I love the feeling of the engine vibrating beneath me, I could easily compare it with the same sensation I feel when riding a male hip until it reaches orgasm. I park the bike on a street next to the hotel and watch people enter and exit through the revolving doors. I had to find a way to get in without arousing suspicion. I saw a little lady who got out of a taxi and was full of bags, before a hotel valet approaches to help her I approach and give her my best smile. - Hello .. Good night. - she smiles back at me, that was easy. - You need help, can I accompany you to your floor? - Oh, honey, you are so adorable, hard to find young people today who care about an old woman like me, I would love your company, you look like my granddaughter ... I am in the thirteenth my daughter. - The taxi driver continued to take the bags and put them in the cart that the jack brought. - What a coincidence, it is my floor too, I always wanted to visit New York, I have been here for three days and I have not yet had the opportunity to meet new people. - You just met an old person. - she says good-naturedly. - Where does your beautiful accent come from? - From Russia ... - I follow her to the hotel entrance, talking as if we were old friends, we went to the elevator and went down on the thirteenth floor. - I really enjoyed talking to you Natasha. - Mrs. Johnson speaks. - I am also alone in the city, I came to do the shopping for Christmas and my daughters could not come with me. - Same? What a pity. - she opens the bedroom door with the electronic key. - Would you like to hear more stories about this old woman? - I would love Mrs. Johnson. Things are going better than planned, I think.