Rose lay sprawled over the worn old couch in her dimly lit apartment. The loud noises of the busy New York overshadowed that of the television set. Thunder and lightning lashed outside in the stormy weather, the light excentuating Roses large,
rounded breasts which lay relaxed against her chest, nipples protruding slightly due to the room temperature given off by the air conditioner. Pouty young lips were at easy and her beautiful green eyes hidden by sleep depriven eyelids. Her hair fell
across her face. It was about shoulder length, parted down the middle and dyed red as the blood of her many victims. Although you wouldn't know it by looking, Rose was an assassin, or contract killer as she prefered to be known, under the alias of Blood Rose. Little know Rose's true identity of that when she was but a small child, nor what lead her into the business. She was a mysterious and sexy woman. A dark horse. And, although amongst the most deadly of women in the industry, her apartment was a dump. Used pizza boxes lay accross the floor, a tea stained couch, small television set and little other furnishings could be found amongst the cheap, dark
bricked complex.

Knock, knock, knock!

Rose's eyes lit up and she sprung to life. Bare breasted and dressed only in her underpants she rolled off the couch and reached for her pistol. She slowly made her way to the door, on alert for any unwanted visitors. Her exposed, slender legs and smooth thighs moved slowly as she crept up closer to her apartment door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

This time quicker and more violently. Then she heard a familiar voice...

"Rose!" came a muffled voice from the other side of the door, "Rose its Boots, open up, please!"

Her cries sounded distressed and desperate. Rose immediately let loose and lay down her weapon. She opened the door and her old friend Boots entered the room, teary eyed. Boots was an african-american woman, one of Blood Rose's closest friends. She wandered over to the couch and slumped down, her perky, black breasts jiggled as she did so. Boots was dressed in a tank top and mini skirt stretching around her large thighs, underneath her large trench coat. She was soaked through and through, and had mud all over her knee high leather boots, as to which may have brought about her nickname Boots. Boots did not belong to the industry of contract killing, but rather that of a prostitute. More precisely, a femme. She was not paid for sex, but to deal punishment on men which they found sexually arrousing. She sat their sobbing in the palms of her hands.

"What's the matter Boot's?" asked Rose, concerned for her friend as she sat down next to her. She put her arm around Boots' neck, her naked breasts pressing against Boots' smooth, wet skin.

"You were the only one I could... I could talk to" her face rose from her hands, with teary, red eyes.

"What about Terry?" Rose inquired.

"I divorced that mother fucker two years ago! I caught him sleeping with some little blonde-girl tramp!"

"That bastard... why didn't you come to me sooner?"

"Couldn't" Sobbed Boots, "I'd been serving a two year jail sentence in London for grevious bodily harm... I took the liberty of castrating that cheating prick."

"Serves that wanker right for what he did to you... but what's wrong now?" Rose asked.

Boots' reply was blunt. "The Python."

"The Python?!" exclaimed Rose.

"You know of him, right?"

"He's amongst the largest of drug lords in New York... famous for the size of his dick around these parts, hence the name." Rose spoke in spite, "Fucking men will do anything to inflate their ego's. Why do you mention hi-"

She suddenly stopped there and remembered one more thing about The Python. She'd heard about it off the street and read it everywhere... the strings of rape victims that all lead back to him. He'd managed to get past the courts on all three times he was dragged in. He had both the Jury and the Judge bribed with hefty sums of money, cheating the system and successfully at that. Rose stared into Boots' eyes and suddenly realised the truth.

She'd been raped.

"He... he didn't" Rose stammered.

Boots began to tear up and managed to nod her head before burying herself in Roses arms, using her soft bosoms as refuge from the world. Rose merely lay back in shock, comforting her friend. So much had happened since they'd last seen each other... It was a shock to hear the news.The night dragged on, Boots explaining how and where it had happened. Aparently she had been called in as The Python's femme for the night. However, upon arriving two of The Python's men drew their guns and made her strip down and let the bastard have his way with her. Rose offered Boots some coffee and the two talked long into the stormy night.

They soon awoke the next morning, atop of one another. Boots was a bi-sexual and was very comfortable amongst the contact of other women, as was Rose, being a lesbian. Rose would often use sexual tactics against some of her victims as a 'cock tease', but never enjoyed sex with other men. Boots' face was buried amongst Rose's cleavage, napping quietly upon her soft chest pillows. Her thighs and legs were wrapped around one anothers, entangled together. Boots' maskara had run onto a small portion of roses breast from the crying she had been doing the previous night. Rose soon awoke from her slumber and slowly edged her way out from underneath Boots, trying to allow her to sleep for as long as possible. She covered her with a small blanket that lay sprawled across the floor and went to fix herself a coffee whilst pulling her black panties out of her perky, perfect ass. Whilst the kettle boiled, Rose put a shirt over the top of her lovely honeys, covering them from the eyes of civilians down below in her large windowed apartment.

As she sat and drank her morning brew, Rose began to think of the events told by Boots that night, her run in with The Python and all the trauma she must of gone through. She decided then and there that she would put an end to it all, and seek justice for her friend Boots.

Rose would soon dismember one of New York's leading drug lords,
The Python.

TO BE CONTINUED IN "Blood Rose - The Python (part2)"