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3: Two birds with one gun

Violet pulled her car into a motel and signed in under a false name, Petunia Lakey. She had on the red wig that was layered and chopped, her round sunglasses and a loss fitting dress.

"Welcome Mrs. Lakey," the man said at the counter and handing her a set of keys. "Thanks," she disguised her voice from her deeper voice to a higher girly voice.

The security guard watched her as she passed, her perfect figure shaking just for attention. She pushed the red hair from her face and walked to her room. She slid her sunglasses up onto her head using it as a headband. She unlocked the door to her room and opened it revealing a depressingly dark room and one twin sized bed.

"I hope we're sharing that," a man said coming up behind Violet and wrapping his arms around her waste.

"Well, in a way it'll be shared," she said smiling seductively at him.

He returned the smile and planted a kiss on her lips walking forward so she did too and shut the door behind him. He pushed her onto the bed and she stopped him.

"What's wrong?" he asked ready for what he expected.

"Hold on," she said walking into the bathroom and shutting the door. "Drink something in the mini fridge," she called from the bathroom leaning against the wall and repositioning the gun against her inner thigh. The guy opened the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle with a yellow label on it and cracked the top. He threw the drink back letting it slide down his throat and burning his esophagus.

Violet cracked the door and watched as he tipped the bottle up. Her purple eyes watching him, he was so full of himself, so confident and self conceded. She opened the door and stepped out in a shimmering green dress. He snapped his head towards her and let his mouth drop.

Violet walked up to him and put two fingers on his chest pushing lightly so he lying down on the bed. She leaned down to his ear and said, "Having fun yet?"

He nodded unable to speak.

"Well, I'm not," she said patronizing him.

He looked at her questionably and asked, "Why not?" A grin crept across his face as he slid his hands under the dress finding her hips.

"Because it just isn't painful enough yet," she walked her two fingers up his chest up to his throat.

"Oh, you like it like that," he said rolling on top of her.

"Yeah, you wont though," she slid her hand down her leg reaching for the gun but he was pressed up against her too hard.

"And why is that?"

"This is why," she angled the gun up at his leg and pulled the trigger.

He quickly rolled over in pain grabbing his inner thigh. "Son of a..."

Violet stood up and pulled the green, now blood stained dress off and tossed it on the bed. The man was already dead by the time Violet had snatched his wallet and pulled only his I.D, leaving the money and the credit card he paid her with.

"You got what you paid for," she said tossing his credit card on his chest.

She pulled on her jeans and top and walked out of the door walking back to the counter and giving the  

new security guard her keys back.

"Not staying?"

"Just here to take care of someone," she said leaning over the counter, her breast pulled together to  

tease the man.

"Oh, I know how that is, have a nice night then."

"You too, oh and call me if you ever feel the need to escape," she said flipping a card from her chest