Matilda and the Assassin - Chapter 5
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Hetero, MF, Mf, 1st Time, Violence (not sexual violence)
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Matilda sat at the kitchen table, resting her chin on her clasped hands, studying Leon. He was leaning back, the front legs of his chair hovering off the floor as he rocked. His arms were folded across his chest and his eyes were fixed on her face. She wanted to know what he was thinking, but knew not to ask.
"You did good," he finally said.
"I was scared."
"I know, but you did what you had to. I was not sure about you, but you did good. However, there is one more uncertainty."
Matilda waited, but Leon remained silent. His eyes were like scalpels, dissecting her like someone performing an autopsy in search of clues. She squirmed. The suspense was too much.
Her hands thumped the table as she leaned forward. "What?"
Leon's stare was thoughtful. "We need to test you. I don't know if you can kill someone."
"What do you mean 'test me'?"
"It cannot be on the job. That is too dangerous. We have to pick someone for you to kill."
"You mean a stranger?!" Matilda sat straight up. Her mouth hung open.
"Yes, of course. Why, is there someone you don't like?"
"Skip Grafton!"
"No, not a cop. Too dangerous. Anyone else? Or should I pick someone at random?"
Matilda's eyes opened wide. "The security guard at the supermarket."
"Why him?"
"He caught me ... um, he made me do something I didn't like."
"Okay, let's scope him out. That will be good training as well."
Matilda told Leon all she knew about the security guard, which was not much. They drove to the supermarket with Matilda once again wearing the long blonde wig, dressed in typical teenage clothing -- jeans, tee-shirt, and sneakers. He even bought and made her wear a bra. In front of the toy store he wanted her to be noticed. Now he did not.
Matilda led Leon to the back of the supermarket, to the security office. It was not obvious to anyone watching him, but his eyes took in everything as they walked.
"It cannot be done here," Leon said softly. "Too many cameras."
They returned to the car and sat in a remote area of the parking lot. They waited ... and waited.
"What are we doing here?" Matilda asked, squirming in her seat.
Leon looked at her for an instant and then his eyes returned to the supermarket. "Learning," he said.
Matilda fidgeted. Leon ignored it.
After a while Matilda began playing with her fingernails. The smack on the back of her head caused her to look up. She rubbed the dull pain.
"Pay attention," Leon said. "Look around. See everything. Learn."
"This is boring."
"It is part of the job. Maybe you cannot be an assassin."
"Yes I can."
"Then do what I have taught you. Watch. Look at who comes and goes. Check the times."
"I don't have a watch."
Leon paused at a loss for words and then burst out laughing. It was the first time Matilda saw him laugh.
"Okay, don't check the time. But watch. Look, there he is."
Matilda's head shot up. Leon looked at his watch and jotted the time on a pad. Then they watched the security guard go to his car and drive off. Leon followed from a distance. When the guard stopped in front of a liquor store, Leon pulled to the curb and waited with the engine running. The guard came out holding a brown paper bag with the end wrapped around the neck of a bottle. He looked both ways and took a swig, quickly screwing on the cap. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he got into his car. When he drove off, Leon followed.
The security guard parked in front of an apartment building. Leon pulled to the curb across the street from it, wrote the address on his pad, checked his watch and scribbled the time. The guard went into the building.
After a while, Matilda said, "Aren't we going to follow him?"
"Not today."
"Then how will we know--?"
"It takes time. We will follow him tomorrow again."
"But--"
"But nothing. This is how it is done. We will learn everything about him and only then will we plan it."
Matilda opened her mouth again to protest, but Leon's eyes narrowed so she snapped it shut. True to his word, the two sat in the car the next day and the next and the day after. They shadowed the security guard until Leon was certain of his routine. One day Leon did not go to the supermarket. He drove directly to the apartment building and told Matilda to wait in the car. He was in the lobby when the guard arrived and picked up his mail.
Leon returned to the car and told Matilda which apartment was the guard's. He explained the layout of the building and other details. They drove home and sat at the kitchen table with Leon drawing on a pad and using the pencil to point to the areas he was explaining.
"We do it tomorrow," Leon said.
Matilda caught her breath and then let the air out. She began panting. Leon studied her, and when her breathing returned to normal he nodded.
Matilda tossed and turned in bed that night. From time to time, Leon elbowed or kicked her so she remained still -- for a while. But she could not fall asleep. Thoughts of what she was going to do filled her mind. She was anxious. She was afraid. And she already felt remorse. She was going to take a man's life. Can I do it? she asked herself over and over again.
They spent the next day in their apartment. Leon went over the plan several times. Each time Matilda's heart felt like it was going to burst and her palms got sweaty. During one break she dozed off on the couch.
"It is time," Leon said, shaking Matilda's shoulder.
"Huh?" She stretched and rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Time to go. We must be in place when he returns from work. Are you awake?"
Matilda shook her head and yawned. She shook her head again. "Yes."
"Good. Go get ready."
Matilda dressed in a pair of jeans and oversized sweatshirt. She donned the blonde wig and put on sunglasses Leon had bought.
Leon looked her up and down. "Good. Let's go."
They drove to the security guard's apartment building. Sitting in the car, Leon screwed the silencer onto a pistol and handed it to Matilda. She lifted the long sweatshirt and stuffed the gun inside the waistband of her jeans. Getting out of the car, they crossed the street in silence. Leon looked straight ahead. Matilda's eyes darted right and left. They entered the building and walked up four flights of stairs. Leon knew the security guard would be home within ten minutes. He had learned his routine well. The two crouched on the steps, peering down the stairs.
Leon leaned next to Matilda's ear and whispered, "The safety."
She looked around to make sure no one was there and then lifted the front of her sweatshirt. Pulling the gun out, she flipped the safety off. Her hand shook.
"Put the gun back," Leon whispered, sounding annoyed.
Matilda stuck it back into her jeans and covered it with the sweatshirt.
No more words were spoken. They waited.
The clicking of climbing footsteps suddenly filled the air. Leon and Matilda ducked out of sight with Leon peering around the wall. Matilda leaned against him with her cheek pressed to his back. When the security guard reached his floor and started down the hall, Leon poked Matilda. He crept like a stalking tiger down the stairs. Matilda followed on tiptoes, crouching, her knees bent, her hand sliding on the wall for support.
They reached the third floor. Matilda could not breathe. Her heart beat fast. Her body trembled. And then Leon nudged her as the guard neared his apartment.
Matilda jumped to her feet and started to run towards the guard, but slowed down to a normal pace. It caught the guard's attention, though. He stopped and turned. She continued walking towards him, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans.
The security guard studied her. She bowed her head afraid he would recognize her. And then she stopped, about ten feet from him. Lifting her head, she saw interest in his eyes.
Matilda knew she was taking too long. Leon had told her to pull out the gun and shoot before she stopped walking. But she had not. Now she was standing in the hallway, immobile with no gun in her hand. The guard was facing her, alert. She had not followed the plan and knew Leon would be angry.
"Do I know you?" the security guard asked.
Matilda's throat tightened. She couldn't speak. Her mouth was dry and her palms wet. Her body trembled.
"Do you live in the building?" he asked.
Matilda took a deep breath and lifted her sweatshirt. The security guard's eyes dropped to the movement. She yanked the pistol from her jeans. Leon had made her practice it many times and it came out without a hitch. The security guard jumped back when she pointed the gun at him. The bottle fell from his hand and shattered on the floor, the liquor soaking through the paper bag. The guard raised his hands with his palms out.
"No! Stop!" he yelled. "Don't!"
Matilda's finger was on the trigger. She knew to pull it gently as Leon had taught her. She practiced shooting many times. But it had always been at paper targets. Her hand trembled.
The security guard lunged at Matilda. He only took one step, though. She pulled the trigger and a soft sound like "ffftt" was heard an instant before the guard's grunt. He grabbed his stomach and stopped. He looked at Matilda with wide, confused eyes, and then he stepped towards her again. She backed up. He kept coming, now staggering. He dropped to a knee. Blood seeped through his fingers.
"You bitch!" he said through gritted teeth. "You fuckin' bitch!" He dropped to his hands and knees, staring at the floor.
Matilda looked over her shoulder. Leon was still at the steps. He was pointing his gun in their direction. She looked back at the security guard and crouched in front of him.
"You don't remember me, do you?" she said. It came out as a hiss.
Wincing as he struggled to raise his head, he stared at her face. Blood dripped from both corners of his mouth. He shook his head and then coughed. The blood spilled over his chin.
Matilda removed her sunglasses and pulled off the wig. She stared at him. His eyes widened in recognition and he tried to speak. Matilda stood up and stepped back. She lifted the gun and pointed it at the security guard's head. Her hand no longer shook. His face was pale and his eyes wide. And then she pulled the trigger. The bullet entered his forehead and exploded out the back of his head with a lot of blood and pieces of bone and brain. He dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Matilda took a few steps back as the pool of blood oozed towards her. She flicked the safety on and stuffed the gun into her jeans. She turned and ran to the stairs.
Leon scowled, turned, and hurried down the stairs. Matilda ran after him.
When they were back inside the car and driving, Leon said, "What the hell was that?"
Matilda did not know what to say. They drove the rest of the way in silence.
When they arrived at Leon's apartment, he slammed the door and said, "Pack your stuff and get out." Then he went into the living room and sat on the couch cradling his face in his hands. Matilda stood at the door.
When the shock wore off, she walked into the living room and stood in front of the couch waiting for Leon to look up. He did not.
"Please, tell me what I did wrong," she said.
Leon shook his head, his face still covered by his hands.
"It was my first time," Matilda said with panic in her voice. "I will get better. I was just scared."
She took a step back when Leon looked up. His cold stare made her shiver.
"You did everything wrong," he said.
"I was scared. B-But I did it. I shot him. I just froze. But then--"
"You took off your wig and sunglasses!" Leon shouted. "That was stupid, and stupid will get us killed."
The tears welled up in Matilda's eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. But I wanted him to know who killed him. I wanted to get even."
"That is for murderers, not assassins. I told you many times ... no emotion. You create a plan and follow it. It is a business. It is not personal."
"But this was personal. I hated him."
Leon stared at Matilda. She pressed her palms together under her chin and mouthed the word, "Please."
He shook his head no. Matilda stepped up to him and dropped to her knees. She placed a hand on his crotch and looked into his eyes. Leon did not say anything or push her hand away. She opened his pants and lowered his zipper, and then looked up at his face.
When he did not stop her, Matilda yanked at his pants. Leon lifted off the couch and she pulled again. This time his pants slid down. She removed them with his shoes. She knee-walked between his spread legs and stuck her hand into the fly of his boxers, grabbing his cock. She pulled it out.
Matilda glanced up at Leon. Her heart pounded. If he threw her out she had no place to go. How would she eat? Where would she sleep? She could not even carry most of her belongings. But he did not tell her to get out. He just stared down at her.
An hour ago, Matilda killed a man because he had made her suck his cock. But this was different. Leon took care of her ... provided for her. She owed him. It was like paying rent.
She inched closer until her knees bumped into the couch, and then she pulled his cock to her mouth. Her eyes darted up as her lips circled around his cock. Leon's normally stoic face changed.
He likes it. I have to make him want to keep me, she thought as her cheeks caved in.
Her lips and jaw moved as she sucked, as if she were chewing without using her teeth. His cock grew inside her mouth, and when it was stiff enough she dragged her lips up and down its length. Her head bobbed, slowly at first and then faster. She gagged a few times in her haste to please him, but she did not stop. She speeded up, her black hair whipping her face as her head moved up and down like a car's piston at full throttle. She moved recklessly and his cock often entered her throat, but she changed direction so fast she hardly gagged. She did not even pause to swallow. Saliva poured down the cock into his pubic hair. She wanted to give him the best blowjob he ever had. She wanted him to want her to stay.
Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she slid her fist up and down. Her hand, lips, and tongue worked synchronously to provide him pleasure. Her knees ached, but she did not stop to shift her weight. She had a goal -- to make Leon climax. If he liked what she did he would want her to stay.
And then his cock erupted on one of her down strokes. His semen blasted into her throat. She gagged but did not stop. She coughed around the cock pressed between her lips. She pumped it. Another forceful discharge entered her throat. She tried to swallow, but she was in the middle of coughing and it went down the wrong way. She coughed harder. Sperm sprayed out around the cock and from her nose. But she did not stop. Her fist moved up and down the saliva-slick cock as fast as she could. He ejaculated again. This time she swallowed. She pumped as fast as she could, gulping. Only when no more fresh sperm came forth did she stop.
Matilda felt like she had run a marathon. Her breaths came short and fast and her heart raced. Her jaw and knees hurt. She sucked the head of his cock as if she were trying to suck a large pebble through a thin straw. She did not stop until she felt Leon's hand on her head.
"Enough," he said.
Matilda removed his cock from her mouth and fisted it slowly. "I can do this for you all the time." She held his cock straight up and leaned forward. She licked his testicles and sucked them before looking back up. "I will make you feel good. I promise."
"Take off your clothes," he said.
Matilda was removing her sweatshirt as she jumped to her feet. In a flash, she stood naked before him.
"Play with yourself," Leon said.
"What?"
"Masturbate. I like to watch girls do that."
Images of Joan sitting with her heels dug into the couch cushion and her knees spread flashed through Matilda's mind. Cathy had told her daughter to masturbate for Matilda's father many times as a preamble to her having sex with him. It was easier for Cathy to get him aroused that way than to spend time and energy on foreplay. It had been clear to Matilda that he kept Cathy around for the sex, and Cathy used her daughter as she saw fit.
And now it was Matilda's turn to perform the role of slut. She shuddered when she realized she was no different than the two women she had hated.
Matilda's hand went between her legs. Leon's gaze was locked on her finger as it stroked her pussy. She squished her clit with two fingers, rubbing it from side to side. Her feet shuffled further apart. She slipped a finger downward. It sunk into her hole.
Matilda noticed Leon's cock hardening. It slid on his thigh as it stiffened. By the time she was finger-fucking herself, his erect cock was resting on his belly. She expected him to grab it and pump it, but he did not. She wondered if Leon expected her to climax. What if she couldn't? She'd have to fake it. She tried to remember what her orgasms felt like and how she looked at the time. She had no idea. Then she thought about Cathy and Joan. Surely they had faked orgasms.
Consumed by her thoughts, Matilda was startled when she noticed Leon's towering figure standing in front of her. She jumped back. He grabbed her wrist and pulled hard. She stumbled and fell. He dragged her to the side of the couch. The rough carpet burned her knees. He yanked her to her feet and turned her to face the side of the couch. He pushed down on her upper back. Matilda bent forward, bracing herself with her hands on the arm of the couch. She felt his cock nudging her pussy and spread her legs. Leon entered her with one sudden thrust.
Matilda knew Leon was angry by his hard thrusts. He was never gentle when they had sex, but he never fucked her like this. She bit her bottom lip as Leon's cock plowed into her again and again. His strong fingers dug into the flesh on her hips. He seemed to have lost control for the first time. She did not feel like a girl. She felt like a thing -- something to be used.
It was the first time Leon had fucked her after climaxing. It took a long time. Her little pussy was battered and sore. She could not prevent the tears from falling, and she stared at the dark wet spot on the couch where they landed.
But eventually it did end. Leon grunted and thrust into her hard. One of his fingernails broke the skin on her hip. She winced. He lay across her back, breathing hard, filling her pussy with sperm.
Leon stood up and walked to the bedroom. He did not look at her.
Matilda wondered if she could stay. She expected him to say something. She put her panties on and sat on the couch with her feet on the cushion and her knees up. Her skinny arms hugged her legs to her chest. She fretted. She sobbed. Eventually she fell asleep.
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