Pushing her hair back and shielding her eyes from the glare of the setting Florida sun, the woman watched with satisfaction as her soon to be ex-boss, Bobbi, drunk and disoriented, jounced up and down on the runaway Jet Ski, heading to God only knew where. She glanced down at the scratches on her arms. The bitch had fought and clawed like a cat, trying to get away from the bottle of booze. Cost of doing business, worth the minor injuries. Just a few more minutes, and the sharks would be in a feeding frenzy. Bobbi's screams for help melded in with the sounds of gulls laughing overhead.

She turned to the man at the wheel of the boat who sat transfixed by the sight of Bobbi turning into a speck in the distance. "Do you believe how long she's held on? She should have been a rodeo queen instead of a department chair."

His handsome face twisted in a snarl. "You think this is funny?"

"Since when did you grow a conscience?"

He shook his head. "I've killed a lot of people in my years, but this has got to be one of the sickest ways I've ever seen."

"You, who have cut men's heads off without batting an eye, think this is sick?"

He shuddered. "I'd rather have my head cut off than drown. You have time to think about it as you're going under."

She patted his shoulder. "Don't worry. She's so drunk, she'll pass out before she hits the water."

The last sounds of the Jet Ski faded into the sea breeze.

He turned the engine of the cigarette boat over. "Well?"

"Not so fast." She ran her fingers under the straps of her swim suit and slid them down, exposing her big, beautiful and all natural breasts. She began rubbing her nipples. "I have another idea."

"What are you doing? We're out here in the middle of the water." His head snapped from side to side. "Someone might see you."

"That adds to the fun." She stepped out of the suit and ran her right hand down her stomach, between her thighs and rubbed her hardening nub. "Oh, baby, this is the icing on the cake." She pulled her middle finger out of her wet, throbbing quim and licked it. "Delicious. Want a taste?"

His eyes glazed and he stared at her silky triangle. The bulge in his swim trunks belied his protests.

"How about a little lick?" She leaned back on the side of the boat, spread her legs and slipped two fingers into her hot center.

Voice thick, he growled, "Get over here."

"No." She pulled at her nipple and moaned, her fingers sliding deeper, faster across her tingling clit. "You come here."

In one swift step, he was at her side, and dragged her back to the captain's chair. "You want to play? We'll play."

Pummeling at his shoulders, she tried to push him away, bend him to her will. She was in charge here, not him.

He flipped her onto her stomach, bent her over the steering wheel, and pressed against her with all of his weight. His lips at her ear, his voice ragged, he said, "Your pussy is going to be hurting when I'm done with you."

With that, the full length of his rock hard cock rammed deep into her, sending shock waves through her core. Simultaneously, he twisted her nipple so hard she saw stars. More, she needed more.

"You call that hard?"

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week." He gave her nipple an extra hard pinch. "You are such a little slut, you want it harder, you've got it."

Sweaty, slick, she writhed against his thighs as he pistoned into her, slamming her into the unyielding metal, punishing her pussy and bruising her nipples. Her breaths came in harsh hot gasps. "Harder."

The sky turned blinding white. She closed her eyes and screamed with pleasure.

The man grunted, shuddered and fell forward in a sweaty mass.

She opened her eyes, watched a cloud of startled pelicans lift off from their mangrove roosts and giggled. She felt light-headed, as if she'd been using uppers. "We scared the birds."

Limp, the now useless man slid out of her pussy and shoved her off his lap. "The only scary thing out here is you."

She stretched and grinned. "You're right about that. My work is finished here." She dusted her hands off. "No one will ever be able to connect me to Bobbi's death."