You could see it in the way she walked and carried herself. 5'5", 110 pounds, 36 years old with a body that could literally stop traffic. Her proud breasts measured 37D and she accentuated the look with pullover tops of cotton jersey, so tight that her nipples could be seen through the fabric particularly because she rarely wore a bra. Her belly and hips were nicely rounded and her body seemed to scream the word voluptuous. Her name was Kathy, and she was about to receive a final lesson in humility.

She was feeling very self-satisfied. As a prominent defense attorney, she had just obtained an acquittal for a notorious mobster who had been accused of murdering three innocent people in a gang war attempt on a rival mob boss. She wove her way through a maze of minicams and print reporters who were throwing questions at her nonstop:

Kathy's interview was aired that evening. It was of particular interest to Mr. Pendleton, who watched intently. It seems that Mr. Pendleton's wife had been one of the mobster's victims.

John Pendleton's wife of 3 years was a perky blond, nicely built with a wonderful sense of humor. She was walking down the street that fateful day when the Don's men sped around the corner in their SUV, spraying bullets from Mach 10 pistols. She never had a chance. The 10's left a line of bullets beginning on her left hip, arching diagonally through her stomach and breasts. When the smoke cleared, she was found laying on her back, blouse shot open and bullet holes in her lower abdomen, belly and bra. Her mouth oozed blood.

John was a patient man. He decided to let the trial run its course. The day after the acquittal, he gathered his "tools" and started out for Kathy's law office. His plan was simple-simple and ruthless.

John pulled into the law firm's parking garage and found an empty space. It was a Wednesday evening about 5:30. Due to the hour, most of the spaces were open. He looked around and saw Kathy's Mercedes. Just a matter of time, he thought, and hid behind a support pillar.

Kathy finished her preparation for the following day's deposition, gathered her things and started for her car. Her outfit today was a little different: she had on a blue business suit, with skirt just above the knee, and a soft, white cotton blouse that, although roomy, couldn't hide her lush tits. She wore a bra for a change in deference to her colleagues at the office. She was, as usual, preoccupied with her thoughts as she approached the car. She absently reached into her purse for her keyless entry unit and flicked the switch. The doors unlocked silently. As she swung open the driver's side door, she felt an arm around her neck and hard metal pressing into her side.

Kathy obeyed immediately, instinctively knowing that to disobey meant instant death. The kidnapper jumped into the passenger seat and covered her with a silenced 9mm pointed at her right side, just under her right breast.

Kathy felt the gun in her side and new she had no choice. She was thinking hard now, thinking about how she was going to get out of this. She knew what she would do-what she always did, use her looks to get off the hook

Fifteen miles out of town they reached the turnoff to the Paramount. The old motel was off the road and not easily visible.

They got out of the car. John reached around with one hand to unlock the door, keeping his gun hand jammed in Kathy's back. The door swung open and he pushed her inside.

"Up against the wall," John instructed. With that, he placed the gun in her belly and pushed her against the wall. He took her hands, turned her roughly around and cuffed them behind her back. He turned her back to face him and started speaking in a monotone:

"You probably didn't know Debi Pendleton, did you? She was a loving wife and as good a person as ever existed on earth until she was shot down like a dog in the street. It was your client that did it and you set him free. Now you're going to pay."

He cocked the silenced pistol and placed it between the second and third button of Kathy's blouse, directly between her tits.

"Wwwait," stammered Kathy. "I was just doing my job, please don't do this to me. Look at me, don't you want me? Don't you want to use my body?"

John lowered the pistol momentarily. She was very desirable, hands cuffed behind her, breasts thrust out. He started to unbutton her blouse. As the buttons fell away, one by one, he marveled at the size and perfect symmetry of her tits. He removed a previously placed knife from the drawer and cut away the front clasping bra, freeing her breasts from confinement. They sprang free, the nipples already hard with desire.

John buried his head in her lush chest. He suckled her like a child, raising her nipples to rock hardness. What Kathy didn't realize was that John had recocked the gun and placed it under her skirt against her panties about an inch above her pussy.

"PFFT. The .22 coughed, expelling a slug into Kathy's lower abdomen through her panties. Kathy's knees weakened and she fell to the bed on her back, hands still cuffed. She looked down in horror as the small dime sized hole in her belly oozed blood onto her skirt.

He took the knife and cut away her skirt and panties, leaving her naked with a single bullet hole in her belly. He then stripped, lay down on the bed and had Kathy mount him. His cock was unbelievably hard; he never thought he would enjoy this so much.

Kathy was getting light headed, but fucked John for all he was worth. Through it all, he kept the gun leveled at her left tit. She knew she was going to cum. With the sensations of the pain from the bullet wound and John's cock, she knew she couldn't last much longer.

John sensed her orgasm. He once again cocked the gun and fired. Kathy left nipple disappeared leaving a crater like hole oozing blood. The impact of the bullet caused Kathy's pussy to flex and John came in an incredible vortex of a climax. PFFT, another shot penetrated Kathy's right tit just below the nipple and settled in her lung. She was starting to fall off of John when he pumped another slug into her belly button.

She lay on the floor, all of her intellect, cunning and good looks useless to her now. She looked up at John in supplication. John leaned down, kissed her on the mouth and inserted the gun deeply into her pussy.

"The defense rests Counselor,"

PFFT. The bullet penetrated Kathy's sex and tore up her lower belly. Her body jerked involuntarily and then settled peacefully.

He calmly packed his belongings and left. The room was rented under an assumed name. They'd never find him. Happy birthday Debi.