Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

and made a confused face as I pulled my lipstick out, "My name is Wanda. It's short for Wanda Lynn."
    I wrote my new name on the mirror in the foyer, like I was one of those waiters in the restaurants with the paper tablecloths and the upside-down writing.
    "Wanda huh, I like that name." He shot back his drink. The sound of the ice made me want some too, but I didn’t need that clouding my brain, not yet. I would need it later, when I wanted to drink away the memory of his naked body anywhere near mine. He poured more and walked towards me.
    I stuck the lipstick in the clutch and walked to him as I fished the two pills out. I held them in my fingers and dragged my hands up his sweaty fat chest, pinching the pills between two fingers.
    I giggled, "You wanna spank me first or me spank you?" As the words left my lips, I contemplated just taking the poison myself and ending it there.
    He laughed and grabbed my breast in my thousand-dollar halter-top. "I think I'll spank you first."
    I tilted my head and smiled sweetly, "Okay." I looked around, "Where do you want me?"
    He pursed his lips, "Bed, ass in the air."
    "Skirt on or off?" I dragged my empty fingers along the waistband of my skirt.
    He nodded, "Skirt on and pulled up."
    I blushed and walked to the bed. I looked at him, as sexy as I could and lifted the skirt slightly, letting my ass cheeks peek out the bottom. He smiled like he got a new toy, or let’s be honest, a sundae. He licked his lips and I decided it was a sundae for sure.
    I bent over the bed and placed my hands on the bed, still gripping the pills.
    He walked over and rubbed his hands over my nearly bare cheeks. The French underwear rode a fair amount. He rubbed in a circular motion and then gave me a hard smack. I made a sexy face and moaned.
    "You like that, huh?"
    I nodded, "I do."
    He smacked again and then rubbed more. His fingers were brushing my underwear. I wanted to bury my face and cry, but I smiled. I gave him my sexy bedroom face. He smacked again. The vibration was actually not bad, considering I had never been spanked before. Not that the feel could take away from the fact, I was being spanked by a three hundred pound sweating beast . He rubbed my cheeks, "You work out, Wanda"
    I nodded, "I do. I run sometimes."
    He gripped my ass and nodded, I could see the filthy thoughts burning through his mind. He spanked once more and then pulled my underwear to the side. I stood up fast and planted a kiss on his squishy lips. I could smell cigar and paint chips , I swear it .
    "Lie back," I whispered into his lips. He lay back on the bed. I crawled towards him and unzipped his pants. I coughed. It was part fake and part smell. He smelled like sweat, old booze, and smoke.
    "I need a drink."
    He pointed, almost panting. I got up and pranced over to the table. I took his drink he had before and drank a sip.
    "You want the rest?" I asked.
    He nodded.
    I took it in my hand and slipped the pills in, as I walked to the bucket of ice. I clinked in one more and stirred it with my finger.
    He licked his lips again. The capsules were fast dissolving I guessed, because they were gone by the time I got to the bed.
    He shot it back and reached for me, but I grabbed the glass and pulled away, "I still have a tickle."
    He chuckled, "I'm gonna tickle you."
    I laughed, "You are a bad man."
    He nodded, "I am."
    I narrowed my eyes, "You want me to punish you for a minute?"
    He nodded. I poured the scotch into the glass and carried it to him. I drank a sip and passed him the rest. He gulped it back and scrambled off the bed.
    I pulled his belt off and wrapped it around his wrists behind his back and bent him over the bed.
    "Pull it out, stroke it," he muttered into the bedding.
    I gulped and used my mom voice, "I’m in charge. I'll pull it out, when I'm ready. You've been a bad boy." I ripped his pants down and spanked his flabby ass cheek. He moaned into the bed. I spanked again, harder. He moaned into the bed and then he started to twitch. He jerked like he was having a heart attack. I stepped back and put my hands to my mouth. I cried out for help, "Help me."
    I look around the room. No one was there to help me. How good was it looking on the camera? I turned and ran for the door. I screamed, "HELP ME!"
    A man was walking down the hallway. He looked up at me.
    "Help, please!" I shouted and turned, running back into the room. The man followed. When we got inside, fat man was dead on the floor. His pants were down