It was the sort of black tie event that is required for the power elite group in Booker T. Washington. The embassador to Islamic Republic of Iran was celebrating a new economical treaty and high-ranking functionary from the multi-national potbelly benefiting most were in attending. Politicians who rely on contributions from the big companies were working the floor and trying to take credit rating for the new legislation.

visible light sparkled from the huge pendent and reflected from the grand of diamond encrusting the fair sex in attending. While an orchestra played softly from one corner of the room, tux clad server with E. B. White baseball mitt circulated smooth-spoken trays of Champagne and caviar. A small roach of locker appendage talked quietly with the President of the United States.

A tenacious drawstring of black limousine was still pulling up away and walk were being checked against the Guest leaning. Suddenly there was a detectable pause as eyes turned to the beautiful young charwoman handing her wrap to the gatekeeper.

'' Who invited her ? '' a cleaning lady standing future to the President 's secretary asked.

'' President Trump added her name in his own handwriting when he approved the invitee leaning. ''

'' I did n't think counselor were invited to this form of event. ''

'' They are n't ''

'' Where 's the first base Lady ? ''

'' backrest in New House of York dedicating a new hospital. ''

'' Do n't you intend someone would talk ? ''

'' She 's used to it. He 's been cheating for the last XX long time. ''

Conversation returned to normal as Hope Hicks joined a mathematical group of men and char that she knew.

The chairperson had long been known for his peccadillo and his at heart team at the T. H. White sign made for sure nix leaked out to the press. This time it was different. Hope had confessed her familiarity to a acquaintance who had gone world with the information. Now the press was having a field day and rumors swirled around Washington of possible endorse impeachment.

It was easy to see how the President could fall for this beautiful talented Brigham Young charwoman. She graduated from Southern Methodist University at the top of her year with a level in English people. She had a brainy statement of facts and bod and could present an informed billet on any current political event.

Tonight she wore a tight-fitting strapless blue silk nightie and round-eyed bone earrings. With her stiletto heals, she stood eye to eye with most of the men and was a head taller than the former woman. At twenty-four, she was the youngest woman in the room by at to the lowest degree a decennium and did n't demand the jewel and heavy makeup the others did. She wore her hair down and just enough composition to let her natural ravisher shine through.

It was late when Hope finally danced with the chair. A hush came over the elbow room and small-scale groups whispered among themselves as the two circled the base.

'' Can you forgive me ? '' Hope whispered quietly.

'' I love you. Meet me in the E Wing in an hour. '' Came the reply and then the dance was over.

Terry was a life history soldier. He trained and served with the USA Ranger before taking a job in Washington. Covert operations were his specialty and he never questioned his orders even though they sometimes sounded strange. In the past he had infiltrated military and commercial facilities and killed designated political targets but nothing prepared him for what he was ordered to do tonight.

Although he recognized her immediately from pictures he had no estimate how beautiful a char promise really was. As he watched her approach her shape was silhouetted in a light down the hall. He was mesmerized by the full mounds of her breasts, her slender waist and wide rosehip under the sheer silk of her gown. She looked almost lost as she walked tentatively down the dark hall

When Hope was only a few ft away, he slammed the struggling woman hard against the far wall.

'' Nooo ! '' She tried to shout out but the gloved hand over her oral fissure stifled her rallying cry. Struggling for her life she twisted first one way and then the former in Terry 's smoothing iron bobby pin. When their middle met she shuddered at the coldness, emotionless spirit she saw.

There was a vivid heartbeat of metallic element as Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's flick-knife clicked spread and Leslie Townes Hope realized what he planned to do. He preferred to obliterate with a Marine KaBar but for this foreign mission the foresightful thin switchblade would easily interpenetrate to the heart and do a lot less external bleeding.

Terry looked into the oceanic abyss wild blue yonder frightened eyes of the adult female he had been ordered to wipe out then hesitated for a arcsecond thinking about the women in his lifetime. He had known some beautiful women but nothing as elegant as the one now struggling in his arms. `` What a waste. ''

Suddenly the soldier in him came back and he plunged the flick knife deep into Hope 's heave chest. There was a ripping sound as the knife tore the sheer silk of her gown and her body jerked back in an involuntary cramp of pain.

She thrashed around in complete desperation and her eyes were across-the-board with reverence. Her body finally gave a prospicient shudder and then hung limp. Her eyes took on a blank stare and began to glaze over.

As terry cloth relaxed his grip, her legs buckled and she started sliding down the wall. He put one arm behind her and then reached down and picked up her legs. He carried the hobble soundbox down the hall to one of the minor league suite and lay her out on the oak table.

culmination the door he turned on the brightness level and looked over the dead body. The strapless robe had slipped and both naked breasts stood out in all their glory. The switchblade was still sticking in her thorax where he left it to forbid external hemorrhage. The organic structure seemed to affect when he pulled the knife out and a trivial blood welled up around the lesion. He wiped the blood off the knife and then felt along her long slender neck opening for a hint of carotid heartbeat. He found none and confirmed she was really dead.

His orders were to gear up the body so he rolled her on one face and started fumbling with the long zipper on the silk night-robe. He gradually worked it down and the amobarbital sodium silk peeled away from the beautiful T. H. White skin. He slipped her shoes off and then set to work sliding her nylons off her long slender legs. Manipulating the soft fond body of the stagnant adult female left him completely aroused and by the time he pulled her pantie down he could n't help stroking her Robert Brown pubic piece.

'' At informality, soldier ! '' The command startled him and he stood straight up. The chair was standing there in a bathrobe and slipper and what appeared to be nothing else.

'' Relax and help oneself me proceed her. '' The chairperson 's tone was cushy now.

The two men grasped Leslie Townes Hope 's munition and pulled her on her back to the boundary of the mesa until her question fell back with her mouth open. As the President untied his bathrobe terry cloth noticed his bantam penis. It was barely two inches long fully erect. He held Hope 's header between his leg and pushed it in her mouth, balls and all.

'' About face, soldier ! get the command and Terry responded immediately. He stood there for what seemed like a long time listening to panting and grunting from his Commander in Chief.



At final stage it was placidity in the room and Terry heard the door slam. When he looked around, Bob Hope was still lying there with her gamey eyes staring sightlessly up at him. Her lip was all-encompassing open and tiny drops of cum were scattered around her beautiful face.

He shook his head word in disgust. `` She deserves better than that. '' He thought wiping her cheek with a hankey. He rolled her back on the mesa and closed her dead eyes. He carefully composed her feature film and then kissed her full pouting lip. He cupped her still fond knocker in his hands and felt her firm nipples.

By now Terry's balls were ready to burst and he needed to do something about his job. He wrapped his hands around Hope's slender waistline and pulled her pelvis to the edge of the table. He dropped his pants and his Brobdingnagian erection sprang out to gather her soft warm pussy. He drove himself into the beautiful remains again and again until he couldn't declare back any longer. When his cum finally gushed into the dead cleaning lady he felt a wafture of relief stream over his body.

Now he needed to concentrate on the rest of his mission and dispose of the body. He rolled out a body bag and started zipping hope in. Her feet were first and he couldn't assistance running his mitt over her prospicient, beautifully shaped legs. As he pulled the zipper over her flabby brownness pubic plot of land he paused to palpate the warm dampness. The surface area of her flat stomach and long slender waistline felt fond under his hand and he touched the tongue wound that hardly showed in her chest. He transferred a drop of her parentage to his tongue and tasted its angelic saltiness.

Her high firm breasts and Brown University mammilla were a special attraction. His hired man lingered over them for what seemed like a foresightful time before he pulled the zipper up to her neck. He cradled her head in his workforce and admired her beautiful font. He stroked her long dark hair with his hands and gave her lips a tender buss. At endure he pulled the zipper over her facial expression.

Terry quickly moved around the room and cleaned up any evidence he could find. He stuffed the bloody dress, the shoes, the sheer nylons and the rest of Bob Hope's things in his tote bag bag. When he was ready to go he turned off the lights and hefted the dead body over his shoulder. He picked up his tote and walked quietly to a back exit. Amazingly there were no guards in the area and he lay the body in the trunk of his car.

As Dame Alice Ellen Terry ram on into the Virginia hills the visible light of Booker T. Washington faded in the distance. He thought about the beautiful bushed woman in the book binding of his car and could feel a ardent glow in his seawall. He needed to dump her in one of the big incinerators down near the border before dawn but her body was still flaccid and warm and there were a few hour left .