off

"I'm at the parking lot, I will be up in a bit," Mitari breathed.

"What room again?" She questioned.

"Okay, forty nine," Mitari nodded, the call came to an end with a beep sound.

She closed her eyes, threw her head at the headrest, releasing short raspy breaths.

"I can do this," Mitari pep-talked herself.

She swallowed the invisible lump in her throat, hands trembling as she reached out to the passenger seat and grabbed the injection lying in it.

It's a small syringe containing the poison Musa had given her.

"I can do this," she nodded, unsure of what to do next.

Mitari's phone screen lightened up, she checked to see it was a text from Musa.

"Remember, don't act suspicious," Mitari read, she couldn't even bring herself to reply and just threw the phone on the passenger seat.

Mitari rested her face on her palm, then cleaned her eyes, shaking her head slowly.

She looked into the rearview mirror and could barely recognize the face that stared back at her.

Pink bob wig with long bangs, heavy makeup and accessories. If she met someone she knew, they could barely tell it was her.

With a final nod of approval, Mitari took her bag and placed the syringe in it, then climbed down out of the car.

The cold night breeze brushed her skin, sending shivers down her spine and goosebumps to her skin.

Mitari walked into the cheap motel, she stood at the entrance and glanced around, seeing if anybody would recognize her as Mitari Tonla, but instead — the employees only passed a few glances at her, probably judging her.

To them she was a slut, which was a good thing because she now has nothing to worry about.

Finding her confidence, Mitari turned towards the receptionist and walked there, a bright smile on her lips.

"Hi!" Mitari smiled.

"Hello! Good evening." The receptionist smiled back at her.

"Welcome to our motel, ma'am, how may I help you?" The receptionist questioned.

"Nothing much. Hmmm, I came to see a friend, he is at room forty nine, please," Mitari explained.

The receptionist nodded.

"Let me just put a call through to room forty nine to confirm," the receptionist said. Mitari nodded and watched as the receptionist placed the call, then dropped the telephone.

"Welcome ma'am, I will have someone escort you," the receptionist said. Mitari flashed her a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

A moment later the receptionist called an employee to show Mitari the way.

The moment Mitari was out of sight, the receptionist turned to her colleague sitting beside her. In unison they uttered:

"Prostitute." They laughed in unison, then turned back to their work the second they saw their manager coming.

Mitari reached room forty nine, the employee who escorted her had already left, so she was standing at the door alone.

She inhaled then exhaled before placing a gentle knock on the door.

After a second-long pause, the door opened and Mitari stepped into the room.

She wasn't given a chance before her back was slammed onto the wall.

A disgusted expression appeared on her face, as Mr. Bannerman's lips met her neck. He trailed wet kisses down to her cleavage.

"Hold on," Mitari pushed him away with all her might.

Mr. Bannerman staggered back, a confused expression on his face. Mitari's gaze traveled down from his huge belly down to his tiny bulge. She frowned in disgust and raised her gaze up to meet his.

"Delete the video first, then we can continue," Mitari demanded, folding her arms under her breasts.

Mr. Bannerman sighed.

"Is that what you want?" He questioned. Mitari nodded in reply.

He walked into the room and came back with his phone. He turned it on and went to his gallery, he showed her the video and deleted it, then went to the trash bin and deleted the video from there.

"See, I have deleted it. Now go to the bed and stay on all fours," Mr. Bannerman instructed, sending a wave of disgust through Mitari.

"Let me check your phone for any duplicates," Mitari insisted.

Mr. Bannerman scoffed and threw the phone to her. "It's all yours, check later, the password is Germany," Mr. Bannerman said.

Mitari opened it, and started checking for duplicates. When she didn't get any, she raised up her head and handed his phone back to him, before bringing out a device from her bag.

"What is that?" Mr. Bannerman questioned, already running out of patience.

"I am going to scan the room for any hidden cameras," Mitari said.

Mr. Bannerman frowned, following behind her. Mitari turned on the device and stood at the center of the room, letting the radar sense any hidden camera.

"This is not necessary," Mr. Bannerman argued.

"Are you scared?" Mitari asked.

"Scared of what?" Mr. Bannerman questioned with a frown.

"Scared that I will see a cam..." Mitari was cut off by the beeping of the device, indicating it had sensed a camera in the room.

Thanks to Musa once again, he is a fucking genius. "Seriously? What do you take me for?" Mitari questioned, and crouched down under the table in the room — there is a camera hidden under the table pointing at the bed.

As Mitari stretched her hand to take it, Mr. Bannerman spanked her ass, and that made her crunch her nose in disgust. Mitari removed the camera and stood up, a fake smile playing on her lips.

"You really are a smart girl, way better than your bitchy sister," Mr. Bannerman said, romancing and squeezing her breast with both of his palms.

It took all the power in Mitari to suppress the urge to punch his ugly fat face. His mouth was opened in an "oh" shape, breathing like a pirate who had found a treasure.

"Your boobs are so soft," he said and kissed them through the thin fabric of her cloth.

Mitari forced out a smile. "Do you want to know something?" Mitari asked in a low, seductive whisper.

"Tell me," Mr. Bannerman replied, putting his hand in her dress.

"I know how to eat ass and suck a dick very well," Mitari said.

"Oh! That's even better," Mr. Bannerman exclaimed.

"Just lay on your back for me, will you?" Mitari said, flashing him a seductive smile, and to make it worse, she bit her bottom lip.

"Okay, mama." Without thinking twice, Mr. Bannerman stripped off his untied robe, going naked in front of Mitari.

Seeing his ugly body made her squeeze her face in disgust for a second long, before flashing him back that seductive smile.

Mitari brought out the syringe from her bag, knowing his pot belly was blocking her from his view.

"You look amazing," Mitari complimented, walking slowly with her heels clicking on the floor gently.

"Thanks," Mr. Bannerman excitedly replied.

"I love your small dick," Mitari added.

"Really?" Mr. Bannerman questioned.

"Yes," Mitari stepped closer to him.

"I was insecure about it, you know young girls of this generation love the big ones, and I thought you wouldn't..."

Mr. Bannerman choked with shock when Mitari covered his mouth and drove the syringe into his chest, directly to his heart.

He stared at her in disbelief, while she drove the substance into his system. He couldn't fight it, his body was just weakening the second that thing she used got into him.

She pulled out the syringe, breathing heavily as she watched him struggle to breathe.

Her hands were shaking as she put the syringe back into her bag, gathered her things into her bag.

She trembled as snot rolled down her nose and she sniffed it back in. Mitari closed her bag and stood up, only to almost fall back on her ass — she has surely just killed someone.

Her arms trembled, for a second she almost screamed. She has ordered hits on people, but has never killed anyone herself before.

Without a second thought, she sprinted out of the motel through the back door. Screams erupted as the startled employees who were having sex saw her run away.

They immediately wore their clothes, thinking it was the manager, and rushed back into the hotel.

Mitari found her way to the parking lot. The second she got into her car, she threw her bag onto the seat and started the car, then—

Bang!

Scream!