The Job [nh]

2. Girls

They were on his coach; he had a beer in one hand and her hair in the other. She was moaning more than he was, and she was blowing him.

"Did I tell you to moan bitch?" He spit, disgusted. She pulled away with a hurt look in her eyes.

"Don't fucking look at me like that. You know why you're here. This is for me, not for you. Get back to it." The blonde looked down and took him in her mouth again. His hand was better than this whore.

"Fuck it. Stop. How much?" He pushed her head off his dick and shoved her to the ground. She yelped.

"Well, since you're being a fucking ass, $400."

"Fine. Here. Get out. Never come back." He threw the money at her and watched her leave. He didn't even bother locking the door before beginning to stroke himself.

Niall wasn't the type to watch porn. He didn't need to watch anything to get himself off. He just thought of the hot bitches at work, the ones who practically threw themselves at him. They would purposely pull up their skirts, or unbutton their shirts in front of him.

He quickened his pace as he began to think of the new girl. The one who was supposedly going to be working with him. She was hot, really fucking hot. She would really look hot on her knees, sucking his dick. He pictured her in his mind as he pumped his hand faster, imagining it was her.

He moaned loadly as he hit his climax, his head falling back onto the coach.

"Jesus Niall. Learn how to lock your door." Niall's head snapped back up to find his co-worker, Harry, staring at him with a frown on his face. Niall smirked and got up to find some clean clothes.

"Maybe you should learn how to knock, ya dickhead." Harry rolled his eyes and pulled a thick envelope out of his red and black pinstripe suit.

"Anyway, Boss said good work on Mr. Brant. He would've liked to see a little more blood though. He did like the electrocution bit at the end. Oh, and maybe stop being such an ass to the clean-up men. Here's your pay for the last five kills." He set the envelope on the living room table and watched with disgust as Niall pulled on simple, gray sweatpants.

"Honestly Niall? You look poor as shit wearing those."

"Oh excuse me, Mr. Styles. I don't sleep in a fucking suit. Get out of my house." Harry held his hands up and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Boss wants us in at 7:00am tomorrow. Says he needs to introduce us to the new member of the team. I heard she's hot." Niall smirked at the thought of the new girl blowing him and shoved Harry out his front door.

"She is hot. So I call dibs on first one to fuck her." Harry laughed and shook his head as he walked outside to his 1953 Chevy Corvette. Rich bastard.

Niall walked back through his house into his bedroom. Climbing into bed he couldn't help but wonder why a girl would be joining a group of all male assassins. The only women he worked with did work with the numbers and computer part of things. He didn't understand, but it made him horny, thinking of a hot chick by his side as they killed rich, disturbed people. This'll be fun.

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ok, this chapter is kind of short too. oops. anyway, that was also my first like "sex scene" if you can even call it that. my writing will get better the more i get into it. hopefully you guys liked this chapter. i will try to make the next couple chapters longer :)