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An International Crime Novel by Christopher Zisi
Chapter 1: Patricia Patricia Marceau! The statuesque blonde is one of those rare air hostesses that can make even the most tired and put-upon traveler forget their destinations. The AIR FRANCE stewardess was ecstatic to be back to work. The management at AIR FRANCE had no choice but to bring her back. The Flight Attendant Union was a powerful force. All the stewardesses knew that AIR FRANCE’s corporate bigwigs would never have been suspended for the same alleged infractions. Most of the other stewardesses were happy to have Patricia back. The 30year-old beauty was an inspiration to them. The five foot seven blonde loved being a stewardess. She got to see the world, meet handsome men, and explore who she was as a human being on this mortal coil known as life. PATRICIA M
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The flight to Munich was now sold out. Hans was seated in 44C, an aisle seat. Row 44 was the second to last row on the plane. Flying Economy was not Hans’ choice, but his talents weren’t yet appreciated. Major tech firms would not hire him. Being self-taught meant he had no university degrees. With no degrees, he remained unemployed and living in his mother’s attic. After First-Class, families with strollers, wheelchairs, AIR FRANCE Platinum Elite, Business Class, Economy Plus, and Zones One and Two, Hans was called to board. He was nervous… the true test was coming up. If the vixen with the red belt… a red leather belt… was in love with him, she would be waiting for him at his seat. All the other hostesses had cloth belts… his woman had a leather one. This could only mean she wanted him… and now! Down the gangplank he went and finally entered the pane. If the vixen was indeed waiting for him in the back of the aircraft, he would give her the pre-marital sex she so desired in the airplane latrine, after the pilot turned off the FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS sign. Fate would take care of his initial moments with the beautiful hostess. Hans had another problem. Mother. Mother believed all young woman were hussies and not good enough for her son. Hans’ father fell for one of these hussies many years ago and left. Surely, Mother would see this hostess’ charm and saintly aura. That is what Hans told himself. They would live together in Mother’s attic so Mother would have plenty of time to get to know her. “Welcome aboard!” Hans was jolted out of his fantasy. A brutish and big-boned stewardess with a red face greeted him. Her nametag identified her as “Catherine Binoche.” She was scary and Hans hoped he would not have to see her again. Hans carried a briefcase as his carry-on. Inside the briefcase was a grenade, an UZI (Israeli machinegun), and a pack of breath mints (spearmint). He hoped his new girlfriend would not be frightened when he sprang into action. Hans guessed she would support him fully, after all, she was in love with him.
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Hans could not see the back of the airplane yet. He passed rows six and seven. Then, he passed row 23 and saw her. The most beautiful woman in the world was waiting for him. This confirmed Hans fantasy… she did want him. As soon as this jet landed in Pyongyang, he would fly her back to Munich with him to meet Mother.
Chapter 4: Rudger Scharff Rudger Scharff was not happy. Sure, it was time to go home… even though Munich was the dullest city in Europe. Still, the blonde and exotic looking air hostess he spotted before the call to board was nowhere in sight. Sitting in First-Class, seat 2B, the burly ex-rugby player was hoping to ask her out. Whoever that beauty was, she must be stationed in the back of the aircraft, Rudger thought. What made matters worse was the big-boned, red-faced lady who seemed to be the First-Class stewardess. Rudger developed a fool proof plan. After the flight was underway and the FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS light dimmed, he would wait for someone to use the First-Class bathroom. He would, then, get up and walk to the rear bathroom. That way, he could meet that blonde hostess. Unmarried, Rudger was eager to meet a nice woman. At the age of 32, the Eton and Oxford graduate had risen through INTERPOL’s ranks rapidly. Scharff, the grandson of Hanns Scharff, was currently the youngest INTERPOL station chief. Munich was not the most exciting assignment, but it was a springboard… hopefully. Rudger was startled out of his fantasy he was just forming about the blonde hostess… “Can I get you a drink before we take-off, Mr. Scharff?” Catherine Binoche, still red-faced, began her pre-flight service. Rudger looked at the First-Class stewardess and almost cried. He usually did not drink alcohol, but he needed to loosen up and fast.
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Ah…” Rudger almost asked Catherine if the blonde in the back could take his order. Correctly, he decided not to ask this… Catherine looked like she could beat him up. “Yes… I’ll have a Jack and Coke.” He needed one after being interrupted by Catherine. Catherine gave him a seductive smile: “Yes, Mr. Scharff… anything else?” Gross! Thought Rudger… “Ah… no, that’ll be fine.” As Catherine retreated to mix the cocktail, Rudger watched the Economy Class passengers pass him on the way to the rear of the aircraft… What a waste! The Economy-Class passengers were mostly depraved twenty-somethings with open-toed sandals and scraggly hair. To think that sultry blonde would be serving them and not him!... Rudger knew the AIR FRANCE crews stayed at the airport HILTON in Munich. This presented a perfect opportunity. There was a quaint watering-hole next door called Crown’s Club. Rudger would ask the blonde if she would meet him there for a drink later tonight. Fool proof. She would realize it was next door to her hotel and immediately accept… Rudger began getting incredibly sad. Who was he kidding? The INTERPOL stud possessed a fear of talking to beautiful women. He would always start stuttering and freeze in midsentence. The blonde hostess was worth leaving a comfort zone for but, worth it or not, Rudger had serious doubt if he could pull this off. “Ahhhh!” Rudger let out a short scream. He was startled by the brutish hostess. “Your rum and Coke, Mr. Scharff!” Catherine was trying to give the stud her most seductive look. This was not working. Rudger thought about telling her that he had actually ordered a Jack and Coke, but that would prolong the time he would have to look into her face. “Yeah… thank you.” Rudger took the cocktail and quickly looked away to some imaginary lint on his sleeve. Catherine went to the third row to take their drink orders. As soon as Catherine began taking orders from the third row, a little fat man caught Rudger’s attention. He sped on the airplane.
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He was wearing a soaked shirt and carrying a black briefcase. He looked like a pervert or a hijacker. Rudger giggled: the sweaty man almost knocked Catherine down when he motored past the third row. He seemed to be on a mission and Rudger was happy he was not a First-Class passenger.
Chapter 5: Solange Dubonet Solange Dubonet was thrilled: she was going to work a flight with her idol, Patricia Marceau! The perky AIR FRANCE hostess just got off probation and aspired to be exactly like Patricia. Patricia was always nice to her. She readily gave her great advice. What a contrast Patricia was to Catherine… thought Solange. Catherine, “the beast” as the 23-year-old beauty referred to her, was demeaning and always looking for an opportunity to write her up. Solange loved being friendly to all passengers. If the beast saw her smile and talk to a man… she would write her up. Solange knew Catherine was jealous… the only people who lusted for Catherine were American women. AIR FRANCE Flight 1622 to Munich was taxiing. Solange was the #8… therefore would man the rear of the airplane with Patricia. This would make the flight bearable… even fun. The passengers in the back three rows all smelled bad… sweat, curry… and Russian dressing… nauseating! Solange had so much to talk with Patricia about… so much to learn. Men… make-up… uniforms… substituting leather accessories for regulation ones… and ways to kill aggressors. Patricia loved talking to Solange. Solange reminded Patricia of herself ten years ago. The two beauties began their talkfest as they buckled into two flight seats behind the rear latrine.
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Patricia waxed eloquent: “Use dental floss! Soak it in kerosene and it becomes the perfect fuse. The elements in MAYBELLINE eyeshadow, mixed with just a little bit of ammonia-nitrate can cause quite a spark. With the right combination, and just a little bit of ESTEE LAUDER base… well, the explosion can blow off a man’s hand.” Solange was awestruck: “That wasn’t in your article, was it?” Patricia was beaming: “No! When I was on suspension, I rewrote the article. I now have 25 ways to kill a human using my make-up kit.” “Is Air Stage going to print it?” Solange sounded hopeful. “No way, Jose!” Patricia was adamant. “Last time I sent those stooges one of my articles, they sent it to Corporate… Mercenary Today is going to publish it.” “Oh cool!” Solange had been reading Mercenary Today since she was 14 years old. “I love that magazine. I’ve ordered from their catalog so many times… I even have this tactical catsuit, it is so easy to accessorize with.” “Oh, the Galls one? I so want to order that one,” Patricia wasn’t kidding, “You actually ordered that one? The gray or black?” “Oh please… black! Do I look like a whore!?” Solange was indignant in this answer and both ladies laughed. “Besides, if you want a tactical belt, the colors for those just never work with gray.” Solange was correct and Patricia was nodding. Then, the horror began. The plane took-off and rapidly climbed. During the ascent, Solange noticed Patricia fondling her make-up case. In a perfect segue, she changed the topic of discussion to smart strategies of make-up application for stewardesses. Neither saw Hans Dietrich approach. For a fat man, Hans was quick. The insane usually are. Hans was upset that a whore was dominating Patricia’s time. He was eager to grab Patricia and pull her into the latrine and love her. If it were not for this whore, he would’ve had that done by now. The two ladies showed no sign of ending their discussion.
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Hans grabbed his briefcase from under the seat in front of him. He popped it open, pulled out his UZI and leaped out of 44C. He, then, took two strides to the rear of the airplane, reached for Solange’s seatbelt fastener, clicked it open, grabbed the 23-year-old beauty by her scarf, and threw her down the aisle. Solange was petrified. She landed in the aisle between 38C and 38D. An asthma attack prevented her from breathing. “I love you!” The would-be hijacker unbuckled Patricia and scooped her into his midsection. “Love me! Mother will approve!” Patricia was now Hans’ hostage. Her only concern was for Solange. The sultry stewardess saw Solange gasping for breath. She also saw Solange’s medic-alert bracelet and assumed Solange an asthmatic. Every university student in rows 42 through 45 was filming with their smart phones. “Solange!... Let go of me!” Hans was not letting go: “Forget about that whore… she’s a vessel of Satan!… Mother will tell you about girls like that!” Hans was desperate for Patricia to move on from her colleague. “Let me go you, beast!... Solange… breathe, love! Breathe!” Patricia was trying to strive forward, but Hans was too strong. “She needs me, let me go!” Hans held Patricia around the neck. Still holding her make-up bag, she shouted to the nearby passengers: “Someone find her purse!… Get her inhaler! She needs her inhaler!” Solange was turning blue. “I love you! You have to meet mother!” Hans needed Patricia to focus on him, not the whore in the aisle. The university aged passengers kept filming. “Solange!” Patricia was not going to stop trying to save her friend. From the front of the airplane, Rudger Scharff shot out of 2B and began a sprint to the rear of the aircraft.
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Then, the telephone call came. Helga put down her pliers and answered her flip phone. The ugly woman’s face contorted; she walked over to her television and put it on. News coverage was from Paris… videos were being shown. She saw it: a fucking slut hussy of a high-flying hooker murdered her son. Fuming, Helga made a call from the same flip phone: “I don’t care what it takes, bring me that AIR FRANCE hussy!” Toni was wide eyed. Helga was red-faced and screaming. The mother of the former Hans Dietrich put down the pliers and picked up a paring knife: “Let us try something a bit more painful!” She stepped over to Toni, applied the paring knife to her face, and went to work on it for the next ten minutes. Toni Kruger’s corpse would be found 48 hours later in a sewage ditch, naked, with her breasts cut off and her face completely cut away.
Chapter 9: Guy, Marie, and Solange The morning after. No one was speaking of the monster who tried to kill Solange. Guy and Marie were remarkably close to Solange. Their daughter always made them so proud. Neither parent slept last night. The thought that anyone would try to harm Solange was terrifying. “Frosted Flakes, with a sliced banana in it!” Marie made Solange breakfast for the first time since before her daughter went off to stewardess school. “An English Muffin with apricot preserves and white cocoa, your favorites!” “Awwww, mom, I love you!” Solange spent the night at her parents’ house instead of her apartment near Charles de Gaulle. Guy had always been close to his daughter, and her number one fan.
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“Marcel helped us both back up here. We were pretty gone. I insisted he put you in the bed. Your sofa was wonderfully comfortable.” “Thank God!” Rudger was flustered. “Why? Aren’t you attracted to me?” Patricia feigned hurt feelings. “Ah… yes… I mean… I mean yes… but…” It was useless. He would have been more successful using interpretive puppet theater as a means of communication. “I’m just messing with you. You were so sweet. I just woke up an hour before you did. I needed a bath. Now, I need a robe and some clothes!” Patricia had slept in her AIR FRANCE uniform and did not want to put it back on. She decided to tease him a little more: “Hey, do you have a bra and panties I could borrow?” “Um… Um…” Rudger was dying. “Kidding! But how about a robe?” Rudger did have one. He started to walk over to his walk-in closet when his iPhone alerted him that his man, Marcel, just texted. The phone was beside his bed and he read the text: I am coming up to your apartment now, I have a change of clothes for Patricia. I had a policewoman pick them out. Now, Rudger was eager to turn the tables: “Yes, I have a robe! And I do have a bra and panties for you!” “What?” Patricia was shocked. Rudger opened the bathroom door a crack and slid his black robe in. “You don’t have a bra and panties, you’re kidding!” Rudger heard a knock on his front door. Marcel handed him two shopping bags: “Don’t rummage through it, her undies are in it too!” Rudger handed Marcel the garbage bag with the wastepaper basket inside: “Get rid of this!” Marcel left after giving Rudger a wink. “Who was that?” Patricia was standing five feet behind Rudger, wrapped in his robe.
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“A policewoman picked out some clothes for you at your apartment.” Rudger handed Patricia the two shopping bags. “Oh! Great!” She looked in the bags: “Oh my, I don’t know who that policewoman is, but you should see the panties… do you like thongs?” Patricia was a little embarrassed. She remembered she needed to do laundry… the naughty intimates were the only clean ones: “Can I change in your bedroom?” Talking was not going to happen for Rudger. He just nodded. Patricia talked through the bedroom door as she dressed: “My manager at Charles de Gaulle called… that’s what woke me at noon! I’m a hero. Hah! She had no idea how scared I was. She told me I would be on paid leave for a week and to show up next Tuesday. A psychologist must clear me. Apparently, that’s standard procedure. If I pass, she can get me on the Hong Kong flight next Thursday!” Rudger was thrilled. He sensed the glee in Patricia’s voice. Patricia sashayed out of the bedroom and Rudger’s jaw dropped. The Air vixen was wearing a tight red halter top, a black leather motorcycle jacket, black stretch vinyl pants (not too tight), and black leather boots. “You like?” Patricia spun around for Rudger. He liked. “This feels so weird wearing a thong with this get-up.” Rudger blushed. “Is this place yours?” Patricia was impressed with the SoPi apartment “Yes!” Rudger was relieved… he could talk: “I keep an apartment in Paris since I come here a few days every fortnight.” “So, we can see each other a lot?” Patricia turned red. “Oh, I’m sorry, you probably have a girl. I didn’t mean to…” “No!” Rudger had his groove back. “No! We can see each other! I have just you!” Rudger knew this did not sound suave, but Patricia was beaming. “Good!” Patricia was in love.
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“I can do the 1622 a lot, and you can show me your Munich apartment…” Patricia hoped she was not seeming too forward. “You’d like it. It’s in the artsy section of Munich, Maxvorstadt.” Rudger was in love. “Are you an artist?” Patricia could not see the former rugby player as an artist. “I do mosaics.” Rudger was eager to show Patricia his work. “Oh! Like the little tiles that make pictures. Really?” Patricia hoped she did not sound stupid. Beaming again, Rudger explained: “Yes, my work is displayed in a few places around Munich. There’s a children’s park where I captured a beautiful sunrise… you would like that one.” Rudger stiffened as Patricia, in her motorcycle get-up, stepped closer to him. She could not wait anymore: “Shut up, you, fool and kiss me!”
Chapter 11: Helga’s Attic The attic in Helga’s four-story house near downtown Munich used to be Hans’ apartment. Now that Hans had been murdered by a high-flying hooker, Helga (Hans’ mother) was converting it. The bed and furniture were donated to her favorite charity: The Fund for Child Victims of Western Imperialism… Hooks and metal hoops were drilled into the wooden support beams. Metal loops were drilled into the floorboards. 2,140 European, Japanese, and American porn magazines (formerly belonging to Hans) were strewn on the floor. The sticky magazines were a symbol for who the next prisoner was going to be. The fat mother of the fat failed hijacker constructed shelving units on the wall and stocked them with blowtorches, pliers, saws, power drills, bottles of hydrochloric acid, icepicks, syringes, steak knives, electric prods, sandpaper, a cheese grater, and a whip. But she felt she needed more… She made a note to visit the hardware and S&M store. PATRICIA M
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Pictures of the beautiful Patricia Marceau, most from newspapers and magazines, were tacked on to every wall… The whore needed to die… “Hussy!” Helga could not control her outbursts. She put several empty jars on another shelf, stuck tape on each jar and labelled them with a Sharpie: “Eyes,” Teeth,” “Ears,” “Boobs,” “Fingernails,” “Toenails,” and “appendix.” The ugly hag made another note to buy five more jars… In the three weeks since the cunt murdered her son, Helga developed another perfect plan. Patricia Marceau would die horribly… She would die over the span of three days.
Chapter 12: Rio “Oh! My! Gawd! It’s the Jesus statue!” Solange was ecstatic. “This is sooooo nice… Hey, why aren’t you wearing a bikini? It’s Rio, babe!” Solange gave Patricia a disapproving look. “What’s wrong with this?” Patricia thought her one-piece, hot pink swimsuit was both sexy and appropriately modest. Solange and Patricia worked the Paris to Rio flight. AIR FRANCE was generous of late in giving their hero choice assignments. So far, she had only requested the AIR FRANCE Flight 1622 to Munich… with a longer layover. Rudger and her were becoming quite inseparable. With her twice a week flights to Munich and Rudger’s continued stints in Paris, the two had opportunity to talk about mosaics, each other, and the future. Solange took longer to come back. Her interview with the psychologist did not go as swimmingly as Patricia’s. Nevertheless, when Solange was cleared, Patricia thought it would be nice if they flew somewhere agreeable together. AIR FRANCE agreed. “So… is the INTERPOL hunk going to give you a ring soon?” Solange was forward. “Here!” She handed the bottle of HAWAIIAN TROPIC suntan lotion to Patricia and laid on her back. “Do my front!”
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Rudger blushed: “Ah… yeah… I have spent a lot of time with her. Still, I can’t be with her all the time.” “Be careful, Rudger! Right now, Miss Marceau is bait. They’ll definitely come after her.” The Boss was legitimately scared for Patricia… and Rudger. “He’s being careful and he’s planning. He will strike though… maybe in a week… maybe in a year.” “I know sir.” Rudger knew one thing: he would never let anyone harm Patricia. “Rudger, this guy, whoever he is… is in or around Munich. How about if I transferred you to Paris on an indefinite assignment? That way you could keep an eye on Patricia and keep her out of harm’s way.” “I agree sir. Patricia said no. She is determined not to let this terrorist cell inconvenience her.” “My kind of woman… that is if I was 30 years younger! Take care of her Rudger!” The Boss knew Rudger would. “Now… should we head over to MCDONALD’s and get some real food?” Both men laughed.
*** As Rudger and The Boss were sneaking off to a Brussels MCDONALD’s, Helga Dietrich was murdering another German beauty. Katja Hesse was a cocktail waitress at Crown’s Club Lounge, the one in downtown Munich. The tall thin brunette could afford her own apartment with just the tips she made. Unfortunately for Katja, Helga saw her one morning wearing a black leather mini-skirt and white hooker boots. When Katja strutted by Helga’s house, the ugly fat woman charged out the front door. She tackled the beauty, slammed her noggin on the pavement four times and dragged the poor waitress into the house. Katja screamed, but the entire abduction took less than ten seconds.
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A bold move, admitted Helga, though she had to work off some frustration… She dragged Katja into her house, kicked the beauty in the midsection and ended her protestations. Katja attempted to get her breath back. This was not going to happen… Helga found a sledgehammer in her kitchen pantry... and… five swings later, Katja’s head was unrecognizable… “Fucking whore!” Helga felt much better. Crafting a state-of-the-art torture chamber in her attic had helped her in her time of mourning. Suddenly, the vibration of her flip-phone indicated a call… Being the Queen Bee of Europe’s most vicious terrorist cell meant hearing bad news occasionally. Yet, Helga was easily set off. News from Brazil brought news of failure: her man Escobar was missing and believed dead. Police supposed that Rio drug gangs identified Escobar as a Colombian cartel boss and burned him alive. They had no suspects but the Colombians were sending their heavy hitters to Rio to war with the neighborhood gangs. Escobar was assigned to seduce Patricia Marceau and her cohort, drug them after sex and put them on a freighter destined for Bremen. Helga would collect them there. Escobar did not complete his mission. The whores were able to board the AIR FRANCE jet back to Paris later that night. Helga looked down at the formerly sultry cocktail waitress. She took several deep breaths. Annihilating whores and sluts just brightened her day. After the bad news she received earlier, Katja had come by at a perfect time.
Chapter 14: Mandolin Serenade Patricia Marceau’s face had never been in so much pain. The smile that adorned it stretched so many muscles. The smile was not going away. The joyous laughter did not help. Rudger just continued strumming his mandolin and crooning: “The sight of you leaves me weak, there are no words left to speak…”
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Rudger moved in close. He was serenading the woman he loved with his favorite ditty. “But if you feel like I feel, please let me know it’s for real…” Patricia had never been happier. Rudger had finally allowed her to visit his apartment in Munich. Up until now Rudger’s shyness had prevented this. “You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off you.” Rudger, with a motion of his right hand, implored Patricia to join him. “bah da… bah da… bah da da da da da… bah da… bah da… dahhh!!! I love you baby…” Patricia M, the sultry stewardess, was now in complete and total love with Rudger. “… and if it’s quite alright, I need you baby… to warm the lonely night…” Rudger continued for a couple more minutes before the song ended. Patricia’s face was red. She was sure it was swollen. She knew for a fact, now, that a smile did utilize over a hundred muscles.
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“Oh my god!!! Where did you learn the mandolin?” Rudger was blushing: “Awwww, I just fiddle with it. I picked it up in Beirut when I was there.” Rudger had never dreamed he would ever sing to a beautiful woman, not with his shyness. Patricia wrapped both her arms around her man: “Oh Rudger, I don’t want to leave!” Now, she wept. In an hour, Rudger would bring her to the airport for her flight home. “I’ll be in Paris in a week, then you can sing to me!” Rudger sounded excited. “Oh no… you really don’t want to hear me sing… really!” Patricia believed she couldn’t sing: “Hey! I can do better… I’ll teach you the Tango!” “Ah… I… no… no… eh…” Rudger knew what the Tango was. “Oh no, you’re going to learn… I’ll teach you!” Rudger could not stop it, it just shot out: “I love you Patricia!” Still embracing the INTERPOL mandoliner, Patricia cooed: “I know, I love you, too.” Dressed in her AIR FRANCE uniform, she was tempted to resign right now and never let go of Rudger. “We’ll be together next week and, then, the week after, I’ll be on the 1622 again from Paris… and we’ll Tango.” “There are still some bad people out there, Patricia… I wish you would take a leave of absence and stop flying… just for a little while…” Rudger didn’t finish his sentence before the sultry Patricia cut him off. “Oh no… besides, who is going to watch out for Solange if I’m not flying?” Both laughed at this. Solange and Patricia had become awfully close. Solange needed Patricia’ mentoring. Solange’s devotion to Patricia Marceau reminded Rudger of a Golden Retriever’s devotion to his master… this was okay with the INTERPOL hunk. He was grateful that Solange kept so close to his love. “Hey! Solange is coming with me on that flight… in two weeks.” Patricia and Solange were flying a lot together. They buddy-bidded their schedules so they could be together.
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When the shop was empty Mai Li would stand by the front door and softly caress her hips through her tight suede skirt. If this did not work, she would apply more lip gloss (tangerine). If this did not work, she would softly caress the area between her breasts through her black, tight sheen sweater. This form of exhibitionism did not always yield customers, but it always drew a crowd. Usually German men, and sometimes American military women. Mai Li strode over to the featured painting in the gallery. Titanium Penetration captured the Carnal Brutalism style perfectly. Just by substituting loud red and blacks where pastels would normally be called for, the subconscious would begin working overtime. The substituted colors, along with the acute angles and dripping images of fluid, sent desires of misogyny and sexual conquest to the viewer of this art. Because of the interest in this work, Mai Li expected a bidding war that would drive the price up to over 100,000 Euros. Staring at Titanium Penetration aroused the Asian beauty. She suddenly had a desire to be ravaged and gang raped. Woo Lam knew what he was doing. Mai Li’s hands slowly made their way to her groin area, when the bell at the front door signaled a customer. The Asian looked at her Rolex: 7:59pm. The aroused art gallery clerk turned from Titanium Penetration toward the front door. An arrow from a crossbow entered her neck, missing her jugulars but severing her spinal cord. Mai Li, paralyzed, went limp and fell on the floor in front of Titanium Penetration. “Fucking, cock-sucking whore!” Helga Dietrich was angry. “Slut! You, gook cunt!” The crossbow wielding fat woman stepped over to Mai Li’s limp body. The Asian was on her right side. Helga used her right foot to kick the beauty onto her back. Mai Li could not move or talk. Paralyzed from the chin down, all she could do was cry. Earlier in the day, Helga received word by secret telegram that Abel Salazar had failed. She needed to get her frustrations out; slaughtering the beautiful always did the trick.
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The angry mad woman looked down into Mai Li’s eyes: “Fucking hussy… not so sexy now!” Her prey immobilized, Helga put down her crossbow. She pulled out a boxcutter from her fatigue jacket pocket, knelt and went to work on Mai Li’s suede skirt. With her blade, she cut the skirt off, then, pulled down the Asian’ sleek black pantyhose. Mai Li’s tears increased… she knew she was doomed. Helga continued her rant: “Asian whore! See if you can fuck this!” With her right hand, the fat woman ripped off Mai Li’s black thong. Her left hand grabbed another crossbow arrow from its quiver. After separating the Asian’s legs, Helga went in for the kill. Now grasping the arrow with both hands, she swung the arrow downward into and up Mai Li’s crotch. A continuous flow of blood leaked onto the gallery floor. Blood loss would kill the beautiful model within two minutes. “No more sucking cock for you, cunt!” Not quite done, Helga unhooked a canteen from her tactical belt. The canteen was filled with kerosene. She poured the kerosene all over Mai Li’s face, struck a match and, before leaving, lit the Asian’s head on fire. Helga was only in the gallery for four minutes. She did not stick around long enough to see the flames shoot up from Mai Li’s head and engulf Titanium Penetration.
Chapter 17: Detective Work German law enforcement was baffled. Over the past two years, 33 beautiful women had been tortured, humiliated, and murdered in and near Munich. Mai Li was the 33rd. Prime Minister Angela Merkel began micro-managing the investigations. Her charge to the German cops was round up and interrogate all Neo-Nazi skinheads. She also tasked Munich and national police to look for ways in which Munich could reduce its carbon footprint.
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By curbing climate change/global warming, the evil intensity of the citizenry would be reduced… or so Angela Merkel extolled. Handicapped by the Prime Minister’s guidance, detectives were not able to develop investigative leads into the murder of Munich’s most beautiful. Far away, in a Paris attic apartment, a beautiful amateur detective ignored Ms. Merkel. The rogue detective, clad in her air hostess uniform, searched databases, pored over news articles, and developed a psychological profile of the killer. On one wall of the detective’s attic was a large street map of Munich with red pins denoting the murder sites. On another wall, were pictures of all 33 victims. Profiles of the 33 unfortunate beauties had also been developed. The young detective was horrified. A pattern was indeed there: a profile of the suspect was formed… and finally… a link between the murderer and Europe’s most brutal terrorist cell. With enhanced knowledge of psychological profiling, the detective made another mystifying discovery: the fiend was… a woman! Midnight came and the amateur detective kept working. The discoveries were pulling the killer nearer to home. Illegally accessing the records of DINERS CLUB credit cards, BARCLAYS credit cards and to flight itineraries of several Germans, the young stewardess/detective also identified the next victim. At 12:30am, the detective’s phone rang… only one person called at this time… “Patricia! Hi bestie! What’s up?!” “Solange!... Couldn’t sleep, was hoping you were still awake,” Patricia wanted to get together with Solange and tell her more about Rudger. “Let’s do brunch tomorrow… my treat!” “Yes! I’m game…10:30?”
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“The Slithis* has spawned and will contaminate all of Germany’s water supply. This will turn every German into a slave of his.” “Oh no, thank you for telling me Princess, I’ll adjust the alpha ray beams, that should neutralize him.” Solange knew how to humor The Princess. Usually, when The Princess gave the cops this type of information, they called her a “Fucking Whack Ball.” “But wait! There’s more!” The Princess had been busy. “Even worse than the Slithis, is a demon woman.” Solange was never short with The Princess: “A demon woman?” “Yes, she drinks the blood of the beautiful hoping to become beautiful.” The Princess sounded sincere. “Oh, so she isn’t now?” Solange took out a notepad and got ready to write. “She’s fat and ugly!” The Princess was also fat and ugly, but to her credit she did not see herself as fat and ugly. “Wait a sec!… I’m writing this down.” Solange was indeed writing this down. “She has killed dozens of beautiful women including a China woman in one of those hoitytoity art galleries.” The Princess, who lived in sewers and dark alleys tended to see a lot of things no one was supposed to see: “She used a crossbow and burnt the pretty thing’s face off.” Solange smiled: “Do you know where this demon dwells?” Solange had the lingo down. “I do.” The Princess talked for the next 14 minutes. Now, Solange had the address of the woman who wanted to murder Patricia. After she hung up with the alien Princess, the stewardess went over her notes and smiled: “Got you, bitch!”
*From Stephen Traxler’s movie Slithis [1978]: a mutant sea monster, Ed.
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Chapter 18: Brunch at L’Hôtel Napoléon They looked so alluring. The stewardess duo was clad in their black AIR FRANCE Air Hostess costumes, a non-regulation red leather belt… and of course the boots. For Patricia, the non-regulation black leather (very shiny) boots with three-inch heels. Solange had the same boots, except in red. Brunching in their uniforms was necessitated as both beauties were on standby. The stewardesses had been sitting at a patio table at L’Hôtel Napoléon for almost a half hour when they begrudgingly ordered. Obviously, the duo would be there for a while, but management did not mind. Sultry babes on their patio was something L’Hôtel Napoléon did not mind… at all. The tea arrived after a few minutes: Earl Grey for Patricia, Green for Solange. Solange was sipping her tea when Patricia told her about Rudger’s serenade. With no warning, Solange spit out the sip she just took in: “What!?” Patricia feigned annoyance at this gesture. “A fucking mandolin!? Are you fucking kidding me!?” Solange was laughing hysterically. “Hey! He was so sweet!?” Patricia was trying not to laugh. “Oh, sure! So, next time he serenades you… let me guess… he’ll pull out his accordion!” Solange was laughing so hard she was now crying. “Come on!” Patricia suppressed her giggles nicely. “Besides, he told me he loves me.” Patricia, now, developed tears. Solange stopped her laughter. She looked at Patricia with a look of love and joy: “Oh Patricia, I knew it! And continue… you told him you loved him?” Solange was not assuming anything. While blushing, Patricia Shyly nodded. “Oh Patricia! I am so happy for you!” Solange was beaming, as was Patricia.
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The red booted stewardess got up from her chair, marched around the table and hugged the sitting Patricia from behind: “So, do you think he’ll serenade me?” Solange was dreaming. “No,” answered Patricia. “Okay, fine!” Solange returned to her chair. “How about a foot massage? Do you think he’d give me a foot massage?” Solange was trying not to smile. “No!” Patricia threw her napkin at the red booted vixen. “Oh Patricia! Do you think anyone will ever sing to me or give me a foot massage?” Solange was starting to get sad. She knew Rudger would marry Patricia soon… this was good. She also knew Patricia was her only friend. Solange desperately wanted a man to love, one that would love her. “Solange, dear!” Patricia reached across the table and with both hands held Solange’s right hand. Solange was trying to not cry. “I know someone will… and a lot sooner than you think.” Solange went on: “Oh Patricia! I’m sorry! I am happy for you. I’m just going to miss you and I don’t like being lonely.” Solange sniffled for a few seconds, then, perked up: “Hey, in the meantime, we’ll share Rudger!… Kidding!” The AIR FRANCE iPhones of Patricia and Solange went off simultaneously. With the same coordination as synchronized swimmers, the stewardess pair picked them up, answered, and hung up. “Fuck! I’m the number three on the 3620 to Atlanta! Atlanta is such a shithole!” Solange hated Atlanta, as did all AIR FRANCE hostesses. Patricia was about to tell her to watch her language. She decided not to as Solange was right about this pathetic American city. “I’m the number one!”
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Solange was overjoyed: “Oh cool! If you’re the number one and I’m the number three, we can sit in the flight seats next to each other!” Both stewardesses were beaming. Solange tried to push her luck: “Hey! Call Rudger, tell him to meet us at the hotel and we could have a threesome!” “Solange! No!” Patricia was not smiling. “Okay… just thought I’d try.” Patricia paid the tab and the two ladies got up. “So, on our flight to the shithole you can tell me all about the bridesmaids dresses you’ll pick out… I like blue, not pink.” Both babes were laughing again. Before they left, Patricia noticed a weird man drooling a couple of tables over, now whispering. “Solange, that guy’s been staring at us for the last hour. I wonder who he is.” Solange lied: “I’m sure I don’t know.” Solange had no patience for weird men stalking either her or Patricia. “On the cab ride to Charles de Gaulle, I’ll tell you what I discovered about mixing some REVLON stuff with some CLAIROL stuff.” “Oh good!” Patricia was excited. “Does it make a boom?” Solange gave a sneaky smile: “Well… not a boom… something a bit quieter… still lethal, though.” Patricia did not see Solange pull a black compact out of her purse. “Come on, let’s walk out together! We need to pass right next to that drooling creep.” Both beauties walked out and seemingly ignored the creep as they walked by his table.
Chapter 19: The CIA Creep The two sultry AIR FRANCE hostesses walked by the table of Michel Desjardins… CIA’s main man in Paris.
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Desjardins imagined how fun it would be to rape and kill the haughty hot stewardesses. Picking up his Android, he clicked on the AIR FRANCE app. In two short minutes he booked a First-Class ticket on AIR FRANCE flight 3620 departing in the afternoon. Atlanta was a crime-ridden shithole. The stewardess corpses could easily be explained on the local Atlanta population… most of which were criminals. At heart, Desjardins was a misogynistic rapist. Therefore, he excelled as a CIA operative. He understood the CIA’s mission better than anyone: wiping out terrorist organizations was the last thing the CIA wanted, the Agency’s mission was to co-opt them. The CIA would eagerly allow the terrorist organizations to murder innocent people if those cells cleared with the Agency first. The CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY usually agreed, but occasionally vetoed the plan. If a terrorist group were to inadvertently target another terror cell… well, the Agency had to act. Michel’s efforts were successful. Scores of Al Qaeda and Taliban groups were being paid billions in U.S. taxpayer dollars. The groups were kept running and the CIA could claim they needed more money to fight terrorism. Helga Dietrich’s European cell, which purported to fight for the exploited people of the Third World, had almost been wiped out. Desjardin needed to preserve it. Helga Dietrich had contacted Michel a week ago for help. Michel knew Hans Dietrich’s death required to be avenged. The sloppy Helga intended to do it in Munich… To protect her from her own anger and sloppiness, he would take care of Patricia and Solange in Atlanta. The 45-year-old CIA operative was a Ph.D. from PRINCETON UNIVERSITY. He also was a board member for HABITAT FOR HUMANITY (a U.S. based charity purporting to help low-income families), THE PEACE CORPS (a left-wing humanitarian agency), and GREENPEACE. These charities gave him great cover to travel the world. Michel had not raped since his Afghanistan assignment. Practice always made perfect or, so he always told himself.
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Suddenly, dread enveloped the satisfied stewardess: Bai and Ruby had not texted her… The three stewardesses/agents were supposed to keep tabs on each other… especially on assignment. “Hey baby, how ‘bout warming up my sausage?” The athlete was getting annoying. The naked Asian spun around and delivered a karate kick to the Australian’s head rendering him unconscious. “Bai! Ruby!” Tears welled in Li Zhang’s eyes. She knew. Her beautiful friends, the besties she shared so many orgies with, were dead. Probably horribly murdered after humiliating torture and rape… Still naked, Li activated the app on her iPhone which could open any hotel door. She ran down the hall to check on room 1002 and 1008, Bai and Ruby’s hotel rooms. Both rooms had not been slept in. She remembered the drooling man. The CIA operative which her buddies had seduced in the lounge. What was his name? “Michel Desjardins!” Beijing supplied Li Zhang with an app that could tell her anyone’s hotel room in France. She punched a few keys: “1805!” The naked stewardess took the stairs. In under two minutes she was inside Michel’s room. Blood was spattered on the white walls. In one corner was Bai’s hand. On the coffee table was one of Ruby’s eyeballs. Li vomited. On all fours, the AIR ASIA babe was dry heaving. A hacksaw, still dripping of blood, hung off the coffee table. On the floor, below her, were blood-drenched pliers. Li Zhang looked up and, in Mandarin, screamed: « 复仇! » (“Vengeance!”, Ed).
Chapter 21: Flight 3620 Patricia Marceau loved being an air hostess. She sashayed up and down the thin aisle with a dancer’s dexterity. Lifting carry-on bags, fitting them in overhead bins, serving pretakeoff cocktails to her First-Class passengers… she did it all.
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The children on the flight were enthralled. Tango moves were evident in the way this beauty went about her job. Forward. Backward. Dip. (Okay, maybe no dips… but this was not just a routine for Patricia…it was a dance!). After watching Patricia seduce in every task she undertook, four little girls (one in 12A, one in 14B, one in 16A, and one in 17C) changed their minds and decided they wanted to be stewardesses when they grew up. Two of Patricia’s First-Class passengers, a 77-year-old Jesuit (3C) and an 85-year-old widower (2A), flirted with her. Patricia brought them cocktails. They both offered to buy her a drink and laughed as First-Class drinks were free. Solange was not so lucky; she was getting her posterior pinched by scraggly Paris art students several rows back. Time for take-off! The two AIR FRANCE beauties occupied the front flight seats. Both were giddy. Neither liked Atlanta, but the rooftop bar at the hotel was very nice. Solange was happy to be away from the art students: “Sold out, I think. Don’t these people know that Atlanta is a shithole?” “I think most have connecting flights there… no one is stupid enough to actually stay in Atlanta.” Patricia was thinking about the first Mai Tai she was going to have at the rooftop bar... “Hey, the guy in 2C isn’t here, he must’ve missed the flight!” The blonde stewardess checked her AIR FRANCE Tablet. “Some guy named Desjardins… I wonder what happened.” “I’m sure I don’t know!” Solange was a master at changing the subject. “So, I ordered another dagger holster for my catsuit. The old one rode way up into my crotch. This one stays just an inch above the knee.” “Oh cool! These companies need to start making better holsters for us women. We’re not all built like American servicewoman!... We actually have shape.”
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Chapter 22: Crime Scene Li Zhang took care in dressing. Donning her red AIR ASIA uniform necessitated a strict routine. After taking a 35-minute bath, utilizing an herbal bath bomb, she moisturized, then, applied her make-up, brushed her hair, put on her silk naughty undies… her hose, her white blouse, her tight red skirt, her jacket… and her shiny red pumps. By 3pm the stewardess was ready. She had one mission for today: find Michel Desjardins and kill him. Actually, she had two missions: find Desjardins, torture him, then, kill him. Li did not know that the CIA operative’s lungs melted a few hours ago. Beijing provided the sultry Asian with a record of Desjardins’ BANKAMERICARD activity. Li’s blood red nails browsed online on her tablet… “L’Hôtel Napoléon!” Li looked at her ROLEX. Desjardins paid a tab at L’Hôtel Napoléon late in the morning… that would be Li’s first stop. Killing Desjardins would have happened eventually. Beijing was upset that this CIA operative had arranged for millions of U.S. dollars to funnel into Al Qaeda cells in northern India and Pakistan. These deranged Muslims were infiltrating into western China (Tibet) and trying to spread Islam. Beijing did not need this. Obedience was valued by her government. The military and police presence in western China were ill equipped to handle the Muslim incursion. A young taxicab driver allowed the beautiful Li to sit up front. The Chinese stewardess/assassin played up the seduction by allowing her short tight skirt to ride up her thighs as she sat in the front seat. The cab arrived at L’Hôtel Napoléon and parked behind four Paris police vehicles. “Wait here love! I won’t be long.” While giving the young taxicab driver this order, Li squeezed his right bicep. The cab driver was now quite erect.
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The constables guarding the entrance to L’Hôtel Napoléon patio were not prepared. They attempted to stop the advancing stewardess. “Get the fuck out of my way!” Li, even in heels, had a mean karate kick and flattened the two constables. HAZMAT* teams had cleared the area of fumes (*abbreviation for hazardous materials = dangerous substances, Ed) and pronounced the crime scene safe. Inspector Delon was a no-nonsense female Paris detective. When the police beauty saw Li arrive at the table next to her, she tried to be tough: “Get the fuck out of here, bitch!” Li Zhang would have none of that sass. She delivered one of her kicks to the Inspector’s midsection; Delon keeled over. “Shit!” Li Zhang looked at Desjardins’ corpse, picked up the black compact and rapidly strode back to her taxi. Serge, the taxi driver, had never met anyone like Li before. Exotic and all woman. He figured asking questions was not a good idea. “There’s a parking garage two blocks up.” She said. Serge knew. He nodded. “Park in the lower level! You and I need some privacy.” Li Zhang had not had an orgasm in over six hours, this couldn’t go on much longer. Serge pulled into the garage and found the ramp to the lower levels. The taxi sped down to the bottom level. Li stripped out of her uniform. Stripping in the front seat of a car was easy for her… By the way, stripping in the backseat of a car was easy for her too… Actually, stripping anywhere at any time was easy for Li, the sultry stewardess/assassin… Li Zhang remembered a year ago, while on an operation in Tokyo, the Yakuza abducted her… Even in the trunk of a car, gagged and handcuffed, Li Zhang was able to strip easily. This was an asset for an assassin…When the four Yakuza thugs opened the trunk, the gagged, handcuffed, and nude Li seduced them. Once seduced, the four Japanese thugs were easy prey.
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Serge pulled into a spot against the wall. No other cars were parked on the bottom level. The lighting was dim, and the air was stale and humid. Serge began to speak. Li stopped him: “Shut the fuck up! You will not speak! I’m going to rape the shit out of you, and you will obey me!” Li Zhang needed sex and now. The stewardess ripped off Serge’s clothes in less than a minute. Her face homed in on his man-organ. Both were drenched in sweat within three minutes. The slippery duo then went at it for the next 45 minutes. Eventually they spilled out onto the floor of the garage. Serge developed some initiative: he turned Li over and gave it to her from behind. Li screamed several times: “Slap my ass! Do it now!” Serge obeyed and Li screamed some more. The amorous and panting duo climbed back into the taxi. Serge found his Camels and lit two. The duo puffed the cigarettes in silence. Serge, then, made a motion to grab his boxer shorts which were hanging from his rearview mirror. “Did I tell you to get dressed?!” Li’s dominatrix personality was shining through. Serge looked horrified. Any more sex with Li, especially right now, could kill him. Li Zhang was unmerciful and pounced on Serge. 90 minutes later, a naked Li Zhang drove Serge’s Taxi out of the parking garage. The naked Serge was crumpled on the floorboard beneath the passenger seat. Li Zhang drove to the Taxi line at the Airport HILTON at Charles de Gaulle. After parking, she shot out of the driver’s side of the taxi with her AIR ASIA uniform under her arm. She left the naked Serge on the floorboard. Not an unselfish sort, Li programmed her contact information into Serge’s smart phone… he was rather good. Li Zhang had four hotel rooms around Paris. This was one of them, Room 1616 of the HILTON. In her room, she ran another bath. After tossing an herbal bath bomb in the tub, she slipped in.
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Solange dressed her lover. She wondered about his boxer shorts; they were always so… vibrant. “I love your shorts, my love. This one is so… suggestive!” The AIR FRANCE stewardess slipped a pair of boxers on Ng. They were black satin with exaggerated red lips printed all over. “I’m going to put a note in your shirt pocket. Li will read it to you.” “I love you!” Ng was whimpering. “Awwww, I love you too!” Solange started bawling. Ng grabbed her and held her close. They embraced for the next 15 minutes. Only a text notification on Solange’s phone stopped them. The slightly unbalanced beauty looked at her phone: “Okay, your taxi is here. Let’s go!” Solange tried to sound happy. She led Ng downstairs: “Remember, give this note to Li!” “I love you!” Ng could say nothing else. Solange was glad she had not put on her make-up yet. She had never cried this hard. Through her tears, the stewardess put Ng into the backseat of a taxi and ordered to the driver: “Take him to the HILTON at Charles de Gaulle!” Once back in her attic apartment, Solange grabbed Ng’s red wooden box and opened it. For 30 minutes she caressed the crystal eagle and continued sobbing. She, then, prayed: “Dear God, make what’s his name happy. Wipe away his tears. Bring me back to him soon, then, make me the best wife in the world to him. Please God, take care of my Chinaman as I go take care of Patricia! Amen!” The young stewardess stripped naked and hit the shower. A cinnamon-apple shower gel helped her cheer up. After smearing it all over her body, she continued thinking of her new lover. She blow-dried her long hair, then, put it up in a bun like the Asian stewardesses usually do.
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For the young AIR FRANCE hostess, the make-up application was a science. 55 minutes later, every part of her face worked every seduction angle. The back of Solange’s closet had her wardrobe for the next few days: a new catsuit! The vixen slid into the tight black suit, quickly zippered it up, caressed her sides and cooed: “Oh Solange… you… are… so… hot!” The French stewardess strapped on several tactical holsters, then, and filled them with the appropriate weapons. Boots were next… Black shiny go-go boots. This footwear had no useful purpose except to make the wearer look trashy… but in an ‘oh, so seductive’ type of way. The air hostess had now transitioned into a vixen/warrior… almost. The beauty in black slid a big table away from the center of the floor and removed a small, and very worn, Oriental rug. With the help of a flat head screwdriver, Solange lifted off four floorboards. She threw the screwdriver aside, looked at the just revealed secret compartment, smiled and said: “Showtime!”
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Chapter 32: Kyoko Honda Such a sad story, the unceremonious and humiliating end to a beautiful woman’s career as an air hostess! She was the most beautiful NIPPON AIRWAYS stewardess ever… Kyoko Honda, the woman who made the sun rise every morning… This was her fate! The two husky orderlies who had hold of one of Kyoko’s arms only knew what the police officers told them: the pretty NIPPON AIRWAYS stewardess went bananas and attacked a policewoman. She seemed compliant and harmless now, but schizophrenics could explode at a moment’s notice. Thus, the dressed in all white orderlies hung on tight. Poor Kyoko! She was trying to shake the cobwebs out. The blow to her head had sent her to la-la land for a while. She was afraid and crying as she was guided onto the freight elevator at Sainte-Anne Hospital Center (the ‘Centre Hospitalier Sainte-Anne’ is a Parisian hospital specializing in psychiatry, neurology, addiction etc., Ed). Her panties were gone, and her vagina felt like it had been violated. In Japanese, Kyoko told one of the orderlies: “わたし、強姦(やられ)ちゃったみたい” (“I think I may have been raped!”, Ed). The brutish orderly did not understand Japanese. Besides, he learned long ago not to believe anything incoming patients said. As soon as the stewardess was brought to the fifth floor, she would be fitted with a straight jacket, sedated, and watched for three days. Both orderlies knew that they would each have a turn at raping her while she was under sedation. The elevator began its upward journey. The crying Kyoko started becoming hysterical: “お 願い、助けて。 強姦(やられ)たの。” (“Please, help me, I’ve been raped!”, Ed). Kyoko did not know that her rape consisted of a Moroccan teenager sticking his fingers under her panties and up her vagina.
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Both orderlies were now erect. The beautiful Asian smelled so nice and her NIPPON AIRWAYS uniform was quite attractive. As Kyoko contorted in panic, her body rubbed up against the two orderlies who could not resist. The elevator was slow moving. The taller hospital attendant, Pierre, slammed Kyoko against the back wall. The shorter one, René, grabbed both her breasts through her uniform. Kyoko screamed. Pierre kneed her in the stomach, sending the unfortunate beauty to her knees. René unzipped his fly, pulled out his man-organ and brought it to within a few inches of the stewardess’ mouth. Then, on the fifth floor of the hospital, the doors of the elevator opened. Neither René nor Pierre noticed the doors open. The two hospital attendants were ripped to shreds in a matter of seconds… A lunatic horde packed the elevator. The maniacal rebels had just enjoyed a victorious coop. The sexual deviant section of the psychiatric ward, 44 patients (35 men, 9 women), engineered a masterful take-over. 14 orderlies and 12 nurses were strewn about the fifth floor. The nine female nurses were gang raped before being torn apart. Step two of the plan was, now, escape. After shredding the two orderlies, the drooling sex perverts turned their attention to the pretty Japanese stewardess. Their plan of taking the elevator to the ground floor was momentarily sidetracked. Now, their grand strategy was amended to add in the rape of Kyoko Honda. They attacked and stripped her. Then, they violated all her orifices. Men psychos and women psychos were unmerciful. The crying and dripping Kyoko was dragged out of the elevator. A huge rapist picked her up and threw her behind the nurse’s station. Numb, in shock, and soaked in man-fluid, Kyoko snapped. Her ninja warrior training kicked in. Kyoko’s grandfather believed his granddaughter should be taught in the ways of the ninja.
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She did not see the Japanese’s hand reach around to her folded uniform and take a scalpel out of the pocket. “That’s it, master! Now, look to the heavens and ask permission to own my breasts!” Nancy obeyed and looked toward the ceiling. “Perfect!” Before Kyoko Honda finished saying the word ‘perfect’, she plunged the scalpel into Nancy’s jugular and twisted. Nancy would make some weird gurgling noises before dying. Kyoko stepped up onto the toilet so her feet would not have to step in the pooling blood. She grabbed her undies and uniform before reaching into Nancy’s pocket to steal a wallet. Satisfied, the former and nude NIPPON AIRWAYS stewardess exited the latrine, busted the door handle to prevent anyone else from using it, and dressed in the aisle. The sleeping passengers had no idea of what just happened. Within 30 minutes after the soldier’s murder, The ICE pulled into the Munich station. Kyoko Honda licked the scalpel clean of Nancy’s blood. She held it up and smugly said: “Okay, Li Zhang, time for you to meet my little friend!”
*** About the same time Nancy’s jugular met Kyoko’s little friend, Omar crossed into Germany. One of The Sultan of Brunei’s many sons, Omar had diplomatic immunity. The Arab royal was spending the month driving through Europe in his red NEUFELD sport-convertible. The international playboy who had already made love (raped) to 35 European beauties still sought blondes… hence Germany. Sitting in his passenger seat while a French beauty did the driving, Omar looked silly: a crossbow arrow was till in his head, in one ear and out the other. Brain matter was leaking out of his left ear and his left eyeball was about to fall out of its socket.
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The French beauty, clad in a sleek black catsuit, was giddy. She had no idea that the pathetic playboy sitting next to her was the son of The Sultan of Brunei. She did know that when a NEUFELD convertible appeared… she would have to seize the moment. The poor schmuck playboy never knew what hit him. Solange surprised herself with the accuracy of her shot at 40 meters. As Omar and Solange entered Munich city limits, they received sneers from the local population. They assumed Omar was a drunk college kid playing a stupid prank. Solange looked at her ROLEX (actually, Omar’s ROLEX), and saw that Patricia’s flight would land in an hour. She needed to protect her friend; maintaining a tight schedule was paramount in doing just that. Solange turned onto a side street and stopped in front of the Peking East Art Gallery… the site of Mai Li’s demise. The rancid odor appeared first. Solange expected this and was determined not to be judgmental. Princess Velnuvia crawled out of a sewer grate covered in feces. The dripping alien regal stood up and peered at Solange: “Who is the fellow with the sagging eyeball?” The question was a sincere one. “Who? Oh, him! How should I know? Get in!” Solange was focused. Princess Velnuvia opened the passenger side door of the NEUFELD convertible and ripped Omar’s corpse from the seat. She then slid in. “Put the top back up, we need privacy.” Princess Velnuvia was also focused. “No!” Solange did not mean to sound so harsh to her reeking friend. “I mean, we’ll draw less suspicion if I leave it down.” “Fine!” The alien princess sounded offended. “Target is gone… left her house two hours ago with a yellow work vest, a hard helmet, and a shovel.” Solange nodded and began driving: “First stop is target’s abode… then, we’ll collect Patricia when she leaves the airport. She’ll head to meet the shuttle for the HILTON.”
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“Cool!” Princess Velnuvia was picking up nicely on the vernacular of the Earthlings. While she was peering in the backseat at the crossbow, three machine guns, four handguns, 30 Chinese throwing stars and a copy of COSMOPOLITAN, Solange floored the gas pedal.
Chapter 34: Li Zhang Destroyed The LUFTHANSA flight to Munich seemed to crawl. Li Zhang, clad in her tight red AIR ASIA hostess uniform sat in 3A… first class. This courtesy extended both ways. LUFTHANSA hostesses on AIR ASIA were always upgraded, as well. Finally, a break! From the intercom came: “Good news folks!” THE LUFTHANSA pilot sported a fake Texas accent: “We’ll be touching down in Munich ten minutes early.” Li Zhang was ecstatic… she needed to find Patricia quickly. Helga Dietrich was probably already at the airport. The AIR ASIA hostess sprung up and went to the restroom, unaware that her demise had already been plotted. Marta and Frieda had been sickeningly sweet to their international colleague. Li Zhang was pre-occupied and ignored their pleasantries. No matter, the two blonde German stewardesses were happy to upgrade the sultry China-woman to first class. Both the blonde beauties hated Asians. German men found Asians hot and would ignore blonde stewardesses if an Asian vixen were aboard. No problem… Marta held two syringes of a deadly poison. The two blondes were CIA operatives working in Germany. Just before take-off, the babes received a coded message on their tablets. Their CIA handler was specific: “Kill Li Zhang! She must not survive the flight.” Frieda and Marta had been waiting for Li Zhang to enter the latrine. The long wait had made them frisky. They looked at each other… Marta nodded: “Let’s have some fun!” The blonde operatives used a special key to open the latrine lock.
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They poured into the tight bathroom and immediately started pummeling their Asian nemesis. Li Zhang was caught by surprise. Frieda grabbed her hair and slammed her pretty face into the mirror. The glass shattered; a streak of blood fell from Li’s hairline. Instead of injecting Li Zhang right away, the duo wanted to pummel and rape her. Marta lifted Li Zhang’s skirt: one of her hands travelled into Li’s groin… Then, Frieda slammed the back of the Asian’s head into the broken mirror. Li Zhang was losing consciousness fast. She was not aware that Frieda’s tongue was invading her oral cavity. Marta had moved her hands upward and was roughly fondling the Chinese assassin’s breasts. Humiliated and bloodied Li Zhang withdrew from Frieda. She was able to mutter the word: “Amateurs.” “Amateurs!” Marta was incensed. “Slut! Cunt! Say goodnight forever, bitch” The CIA operative reached into a pocket on her blue skirt. Frieda looked at Marta in horror. “What?... Oh shit!” Those were Marta’s last words. Li Zhang had messed up badly. Not seeing the ambush was an oversight. The sultry Asian was experienced. The CIA operatives were sloppy… and too easily seduced. When they molested and violated Li, the Asian slipped her hands in their pockets until she found the syringes. Just as Marta uttered her last words, she deposited the point of one of the syringes into Frieda’s throat and the other one into Marta’s eyeball. The LUFTHANSA babes were dead within five seconds. Throbbing, Li Zhang tended to her head wound. It wasn’t serious but cuts on her cranium bled a lot. Fortunately, AIR ASIA uniforms were blood red. The Asian vixen felt the airplane touch down and taxi to the gate.
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As soon as she heard the door open, Li stormed out of the restroom and out. In full sprint, she headed to the shuttle section to meet Patricia. Airport police hurried to the LUFTHANSA gate. They never saw the fleeing AIR ASIA assassin. The cool German air felt so nice on Li’s face when she stormed out of the glass doors of the terminal. “Yes! Patricia! Over here!” 30 meters to her right was the HILTON shuttle stop. Even over some annoying construction taking place next to it, Patricia heard Li. The AIR FRANCE hostess was happy to see her friend and waved. Li Zhang knew danger still abounded. She ran over to Patricia determined not to let her alone. No one was going to harm her new friend, or so Li thought to herself. WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 35: Patricia Lands Patricia Marceau was excited. Her red boots and not so appropriate undies only served to heighten her excitement. In a few hours Rudger would pick her up from the HILTON. The AIR FRANCE hostess so wanted to spend her few days at Rudger’s apartment… but that would have to wait for marriage. Both Rudger and Patricia were determined to do things right. The flight to Munich was fine. Some American high school girls kept grabbing her rear end. A drunk Jesuit tried grabbing her breasts. Other than that, the passengers were very polite. Munich’s airport was a lot more manageable than Frankfurt’s. 25 minutes after the last passenger departed the AIR FRANCE plane, Patricia was waiting for the HILTON shuttle. The shuttle was uncharacteristically late. This was not a surprise as a lot of construction was occurring at the airport, including right next to the shuttle stop.
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THE XTREM COLLECTION BIO CHRIS ZISI
About Christopher Zisi Christopher Zisi is an American horror writer from Fredericksburg, Virginia. In 2013, he created the blog "Zisi Emporium for B Movies" which showcases his thoughts and witticisms of horror, exploitation, and science fiction films. To date, over 1500 films have been reviewed on this blog. Mr. Zisi has published several books including three in THE XTREM COLLECTION by CREATORS UNITE. Those books are The Himalayan Devil Woman, The Ghosts of Brisbane and Abilene - The Bondage of Suyin Wong. Before writing about horror full time, Christopher Zisi was a Special Agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI). During his 25-year career with the FBI, Zisi conducted drug and organized crime investigations in the Baltimore Division and eventually moved to the FBI's training academy in Quantico, Virginia. At Quantico, he taught Interviewing and Interrogation, Detection of Deception, and also issues related to police involved shootings. The FBI sent Zisi to over 25 countries (including Vietnam, Cambodia, Guyana, Poland, The Maldives, and Brazil) to instruct on interrogation and detection of deception. Christopher Zisi travels the world seeking inspiration and plot ideas for future works. He has visited all 50 states and during his trip to Alaska in 2018, found inspiration for his upcoming novel, The Vixen of Vladivostok. He also spends a significant portion of his year in Kansas, visiting his son. It was in Kansas where he drew inspiration for his last book, Abilene - The Bondage of Suyin Wong.
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