| From: | Bredget Stroud <bstroud@*********.COM> |
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| Subject: | A Jazzy little tune |
| Date: | Thu, 5 Nov 1998 12:24:20 -0800 |
>>>>>[I actually had fun with this one! Hope your client appreciates my ...
creativity. I'm sure he got the message.
+++++begin jazz.vid
A smoky bar with trashy music playing in the background. The camera scans
the room and stops on a slightly over-weight, middle-aged, businessman. A
message in the lower right hand corner shows Target Acquired.
The man is sitting in a corner booth, extremely intent on the half-nude
women dancing on the stage.
Finding a stool at the bar, Jazz puts on her best southern drawl and orders.
"Honey, would you send that man over there another of whatever he's
drinkin'?"
The bartenders leans to see who she's pointing at, grins like the cat who
ate the canary, and pours the drink. "What can I get you gorgeous?"
"Whatever you got on tap, darlin'."
A pretty little waitress, wearing nothing more than a really short skirt and
a smile, takes the drink to the businessman. When she points out the party
responsible for it's appearance, the man looks at Jazz, waves, and smiles.
After a couple of minutes, Jazz picks up her drink and walks over to the
mans table. "Mind if I sit down suga'?"
"Not at all! Thank you for the drink, but what did I do to deserve the
pleasure?"
"Oh, I've been watchin' you darlin'," she leans closer, " I've seen you
here
before, and you look like someone that I might like to get to know a little
better."
The man's ego gets the best of him, and he turns on what little charm he
has. "Name's Sam... Sam Cowart. And what would such a pretty little thing
like you be named?"
"Jessica, but my friends call me Jess. Could we go somewhere a little more
private and ... talk?"
Sam laughs, "Well, you are forward aren't you? Where did you have in mind?"
"We could go back to my little ol' place for a nightcap, unless you have a
wife to get home to."
"Your place huh? Sounds good. Your car or mine?"
"Well, actually I'm on a motorcycle. You can ride with me, and I can bring
you back later to pick up your car."
"Why don't I just follow you? Save you a trip later."
The two of them leave the bar together.
+++++elapsed time 45 minutes
The light comes on and reveals an very upscale penthouse, overlooking the
Seattle skyline.
Sam is evidently very impressed.
"Very nice. Exactly what do you do to live so well?"
"I'm in the commodities game. Clients tell what they need, and I acquire it.
It pays the bills and allows me to live very well."
"I've always wanted to get into commodities."
The man turns and flashes a cocky smile,"So tell me, how would you like to
get to know me?"
"Follow me and I'll show you," comes the reply in a sultry voice.
Jazz walks to across the room, opens a door, and motions for Sam to enter
ahead of her.
The room reveals what looks like a Dominatrix dungeon. Chains and shackles
hang from the walls. A bed with an iron headboard is the only furniture
visible.
Sam scans the room grinning. "So the little girl likes to play games?" He
turns and comes face to face with the barrel of a very large pistol. His
face suddenly turns ghost white.
"I'm not really into games, but it seems you are."
With one well-placed blow, Jazz knocks the man to the ground unconscious.
+++++elapsed time 15 minutes
Sam is now on the bed, straps restraining his arms, legs, head, and chest.
Jazz searches his coat and removes his car keys.
Jazz leaves the apartment and makes her way to the underground garage to
find his car. After removing a briefcase and laptop, she returns to the
apartment and replaces the keys exactly where she found them.
Finally he begins to regain consciousness.
"Hello sleepy head. have a nice nap?"
Realizing his awkward position, he becomes enraged. "You stupid slitch! I'll
kill you for this!"
Jazz laughs and moves closer to her captives bonds.
"Tell you what. I'll let you go... if you can get passed me."
"Oh you've asked for it now! Let me out of these things!"
Jazz releases the bonds and dodges as he tries to sucker punch her.
Before he can get completely off the bed, he is knocked back down, blood
gushing from a split lip. He wipes it off and stares at Jazz with nothing
less than pure hatred.
"You're a fucking dead woman!"
He rushes her only to find himself sprawled across the floor. It takes him a
few seconds to get back to his feet.
This time he is more cautious and advances slowly. Once close enough, he
makes a move to swing with his left arm. Jazz reacts, but meets a right hook
full-force in the face.
The view blanks out for a fraction of a second.
"Enough playing around with you."
Jazz unleashes everything she has on the man, knocking him to the floor, and
continues until he is nothing but a bloody heap.
+++++ end jazz.vid
There's more but I didn't want to bore you with details. I piled him in his
car, took him back to the bar, and left him there. I'm sure the bouncers at
the club found him very amusing in the red lace g-string I left him wearing.
Had to get my own twisted revenge after he broke my nose.
No need to worry about him going back to the apartment to look me up. It
wasn't mine anyway. I /borrowed/ it from some rich bitch who was on
vacation. Bet she wonders where the blood stains came from.
How do you want to arrange the drop for the other items?]<<<<<
--Jazz <11-05-59/14:21:07>
