Miriam was well worn out.
She had immediately traveled towards the Prime city from her class to buy the round glasses she fancied the other weekend. It was a six- hour drive from NU to the mall in the
city. Expecting to be there at the mall an hour before it close, she did not envision a flat tire and a nearly fatal accident the bus she was on would encounter.As it was, she is currently standing in front of a sleeping mall, much to her complete annoyance.
She took her wallet and sized up her budget. It was enough for the eyeglass, a fare back at the university and a meager meal. It was not enough for a hotel, much less a motel.
Miriam sighed and sat in front of the mall. Resigned to her fate, she closed her eyes to sleep.
Safety is no issue for Miriam as she is a skilled hunter, a hired assassin nobody knows about.
A student by morning, a reaper by night.
It wasn't long when Miriam became aware of an unfamiliar presence which woke her up. Caring not to let the intruder know that she is awake, Miriam oh-so-slightly opened her eyes and saw a pot-bellied man with a balding head staring maniacally in front of her, his erection visibly showing.
Miriam continued to pretend to sleep with low hopes that this stupid man would understand that she's not interested in anything that he had to offer.
Instead of going away, he gently nudged her.
Miriam feigned surprise and happiness at seeing the lecher.
"Can I sit besides you? I'll pay you a hundred if you want" He carefully asked, red-faced.
Miriam, considered her options for a second and without delay, nodded.
The pot-bellied man sat besides her then took out his wallet, took a hundred and gave it at her.
Miriam took the bill and tucked it inside her pocket.
Silence ensued then,
"Can I touch you left thigh? I'll give you another hundred."
Miriam nodded.
The man rested a hand at her left thigh.
"Can I caress it up and down? I'll give you five hundred." he asked breathlessly.
Again, Miriam nodded.
And so the man took 600 worth of bills from his wallet and gave it to Miriam then proceeded to stroke her thighs, his hands roaming more upward, sometimes stopping briefly a few inches away from
where Miriam hides her womanhood.
"Can I touch your left boob with your shirt on? I'll pay you a thousand if you want."
Again, Miriam consented and the pot-bellied man paid her then with his free hands started squeezing Miriam's left boob.
Then,
"Can I touch your...both of your boobs without your clothes? I'll pay you two thousand, if you want" It was evident that the pot-bellied man's breath was coming strong and fast.
Miriam suddenly stood up. Startled, the man also stood up.
Miriam held her palms up and with a seductive smile-the one she learned from the secret academy.
"Give me 5 thousand now and I'll go into the room with you. You can touch me wherever you want
and I'll probably touch you too." she teased.
The potbellied man with a balding head started to shake and sweat in excitement. He took out his
wallet,took a 5 thousand bill and handed it to her whilst caressing her hand. Miriam took it then
suddenly, faster than the man can blink, he was on all fours, his head smashed alongside the road.
Miriam was on top of him, one hand tightly gripping the back of the pot bellied man's neck, holding
him steadfast on the ground.
Her other hand was checking the wallet of the pot-bellied man.
"Eh? You're a banker?" She crudely asked, not really expecting any answers from the
smooshed-up pot-bellied man.
"Figures why you're so generous. Oh! you've got a wife now do you? You probably should do this
with your wife you know, but then again who am I to say so? I haven't been married..yet." Miriam
smirked as she dug her fingernails deeper into the skin of the man.
The man shrieked and tried to break free from Miriam's hold. However, contrast to her delicate
frame, Miriam was far much stronger.
Yes, she definitely is much stronger.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, It would do you no good to struggle, dear. By the way, you're already too heavy, why
don't I rid you of some weight? I'll be taking all of your money ok?"
"Bad piggy!" Miriam cajoled, unperturbed by the trashing of the man.
"You don't want to die do you?" she asked in a soft voice.
The poor pot-bellied man stopped trashing and turned silent.
"Good piggy." Miriam loosen her grip on the his neck then struck some nerves until the man fell
limp, fast asleep.
Miriam, released the man and took his wallet. It was full of wads of money. Twenty thousand to be
exact, and that was excluding the bill he himself gave.
Miriam took every bill and dumped the wallet far away from the scene a while later.
It was only the standard procedure.
She grimaced, God! She felt so dirty, luckily, she brought her sanitizer with her.
She looked at the sleeping man and smirked.
The bastard won't remember any of this tomorrow.
Miriam looked at her watch, she got a full 7 hours before the mall opened. She decided to go to the
nearest hotel, shower and get some shut eye.
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