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After a few weeks of tracking she’d finally found the man who shot her in the head and buried her alive. Smarty, Courier Six, stood in front of The Tops casino staring expressionlessly. Her head was just healed enough to form a scar above her temple, Benny wouldn’t recognize her at first sight like this. Subconsciously her cold fingers reached up to touch it, remembering the event of its origins with a shiver.
Benny was her attempted murder, clueless to the fact he failed. He was a board member of the very casino she stood outside of.
The young woman was in a short pink dress, a red ribbon tied around the waist. It was a pretty common look on the New Vegas strip which would cause her to blend in until she was ready. Once she stepped through the door her weapons were confiscated as per casino policy. While they were patting her down she looked past the lobby, out onto the casino floor. It was low lit and smelled a bit musky from the two hundred year old carpet everywhere. From this spot at the door Smarty could already spy him walking around with a group of guys dressed in suits, Benny in his signature broad checkered blazer.
He had a cigarette between his teeth, he grinned and winked at women passing by. After the stranger passed he was laughing with his guys. Seeing him made Smarty’s mouth go dry. He was handsome, slicked back black hair, clean shaven with a square jaw. Looked like the kind of guy that was rich and shady in pre- war movies. Pushing the anxiety back with a deep breath, she approached once he was alone at the bar. She took a seat at his side, batting her mascara coated lashes at him as she asked for a cig. Benny was more than happy to oblige, what a score, he thought with glee. He extended the pack up to her, she slipped one out and brought it to her red lips. As he struck his lighter and held it up too, he noticed something that made his breath hitch. That scar above her temple, the very place Benny made his mark. A permanent kiss on her heart shaped face.
Smarty’s eyes were innocent and seductive, she exhaled smoke as she asked, “do you know who I am, Mister?” She sounded sweet, her voice was even and soft. Red fingernails were rattling against the wooden bar. There was jazz playing behind the clinking glasses and subconscious buzz of talking. Her smile was hypnotic.
The Tops board member swallowed hard while his eyes darted around to look for the group he was with before. Once he realized they were nowhere around he resigned with an awkward chuckle. “Hey, baby,” he attempted, “Gotta say… you look amazing.” Unease was dripping off his words. He knew exactly who she was and most likely what she wanted. Maybe it was revenge, maybe even the package she was carrying the night it happened.
Smarty smiled, playfully bashful, she tucked a stray blonde lock of hair behind her ear. “So, you do recognize me?” She was purring like a kitten leaning in towards him. In her mind there was no way he would buy her performance, but then again men aren’t known for their smarts. Still she was trying her best and it was her only plan. No backups.
After shaking off the surprise, he realized the crazy broad was flirting with him! He already knew from their first encounter that she was insanely gorgeous. Under normal circumstances he would be jumping at this chance; But this was the courier he shot in the head only six weeks ago. A sudden image of her crawling out of the grave made him shift in his seat. She was just plain psycho to be coming onto with him like this. He lit his own cigarette. What was her plan? Jeez, he did scramble her brain. Or maybe he was just that much of a catch! Even if not, she didn’t take much to kill last time, Benny-Boy could do it again easily. “I couldn’t forget a body like that,” he finally replied, his flirty smirk genuine. He’d fully convinced himself what a charming guy he was, now he just needed to convince her.
“Benny Gecko, you dog,” Smarty ran her hand up his tie with a playful giggle as she pressed her cleavage out to him. She whispered in his ear with warm breath, “… If you apologize real sweet I’ll forgive you for what you did.” Not only was he buying it, he was loving it. She was in awe of her own acting skills. She was starting to reconsider her career, acting seemed less dangerous.
A few more hot whispers and sips of whiskey later they were kissing against the bedroom door in his penthouse. As much as she’d never admit, Smarty was starting to lose herself in the heat. Benny’s hands were sliding up her dress, she dug her nails in his scalp. “Babydoll, you and me could be a great team,” he proposed against Smarty’s lips. Her enemy moved to kiss her neck while his fingers were just starting to hook her satin panties. Was he trying to fuck her right there against the door? She acted bashful, turning away with a blush. In reality it was becoming less of an act by the second, hanging on by a thread when he pulled them all the way off.
To think he once looked her right in the eyes as he pulled the trigger. His gun, Maria, was tucked in the back of his pants minutes from being discarded to his nightstand; her most recent victim now keening and gasping on Benny’s long fingers. They moved to the bed, both climbing on top of the comforter. Smarty positioned herself in his lap, pushing him down in the pillows. Now he was the one looking up at her.
He had already ditched his checkered suit top on the couch when they first began kissing so she simply unbuttoned his white undershirt to expose his chest. The blonde kissed from his lips, down his jaw, to the place where his pants kept her from going further. Quickly they were unzipped and his boxer briefs pushed aside. Her prize sprung out proudly, Benny quietly gasping at the change in temperature.
“Fuck, Benny,” her breath ghosted over his erection as she took it in one hand. It was sticking out a few inches from the top of her fist but she barely noticed through the haze. Benny was watching to see what came next, it was an open mouthed kiss just above his balls, trailing her tongue from there to the head. The sight of her at the end of the barrel and the end of his cock started to overlap in his mind like his most demented fantasy.
Either he isn’t as popular with the ladies as he claimed, Smarty thought, or he’s having a dry spell, because there was already a pearl of precum ready to spill over. There was no hiding his excitement. She licked it up resisting a smug laugh. Having power over him was an amazing feeling, little did she know how much.
He slid one hand into her hair to grip it, causing the blonde to moan involuntarily. She kissed his shaft a few more times before asking for a condom. With shaky hands Benny used his teeth to rip into the package and roll the condom on. As she sank down onto him, Smarty began to have a flashback of being restrained while peering up at his face through teary eyes. Seconds later he thrusted up into her, subsequently bringing her back to reality. That small dose of fear from the flashback twisted into some inappropriate attraction. For a beat she looked at his face, his eyes were closed, his head back on the pillows with a sigh from his lips.
Mostly he watched the place where their bodies met and slotted together perfectly. She could tell there was something evil about how much he was enjoying this too. She was too busy fucking him to think about anything other than the fact that her legs were trembling with anxiety and pleasure, she would brace her hands on his chest and slam down on him as hard as she could. They came almost at the same time, to her shame she actually finished first with a particularly embarrassing moan. She was panting with her cheeks glowing red and her eyes locked on his. In turn, that brought Benny over the edge, cumming as he looked into her eyes for the last time.
Despite her thoughts about his apparent lack of lovers, Benny did keep it together for a while longer than her usual hookups and ended up being one of her better fucks. Afterwards they laid in bed for a minute. He was fully relaxed, and smoking a cigarette. “Did you really come here just to screw around?” There was curiosity in his tone as he gazed up at the ceiling of his room. He was hoping she’d say let’s do it again.
Smarty sighed, taking his cigarette for a hit. “Come on… don’t tell me you’re in love,” she sounded bored, maybe a hint of amusement. Not a chance.
He blinked. He frowned. He started to reach for his gun. But the naked girl in his bed already had it.