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CAMGIRL ASSASSIN

E MILY

After securing my purple masquerade mask, I tug my dark green wig into place. I’m not rushing, even though I took longer than I should to get ready. This has to go just right. I only have one shot to get what I need. I know what Davis likes, but I have to find out what he’s planning. The only way to do that is to get into his computer.

And to get into his system, I need a link. A smirk crosses my face as I switch on the cam while I settle on the bed. I know I won’t have long to wait, and I need to get into character before he logs on. Jasmin isn’t shy. She enjoys showing her body to men in exchange for money. I have to admit, part of me does too. It’s what allows me to use this as my cover; to become Jasmin when I need to. Well, that, and I may be a bit of a voyeur. I like being watched.

I glance around the simple room, making sure everything is in place. The hidden cams I have set up throughout the apartment are virtually invisible. The walls are a soft white, to give the impression that I’m more innocent than I am.

A rack full of wigs in almost every color imaginable covers one wall, next to the closet that holds my costumes; each one color coordinated with the wigs. I call them costumes, because I don’t think a woman should have to dress like this to get attention unless she’s performing. Which is exactly what I do. I put on my mask and transform from Emily to Jasmin.

Everything in this room is designed to help me pull off the con. And the con is designed to make it easier to kill. It really shouldn’t be so easy for me to take a life. I do have moral standards, though. I won’t kill an innocent, and I always check out my marks beforehand so I know what I’m dealing with. Most get two or three cam calls so I can gather enough information to make the decision.

So far, none of them have been innocent. My favorite kills are the ones related to the sex trafficking ring that the cops can’t seem to pin down. It’s funny how working outside the law gives me an advantage to enforcing it. Sometimes I wonder if that makes me worse than the men I take out.

I shrug, willing to accept that I’m a monster who hunts other monsters. The fact that I get paid for it is icing on the cake.

While appearing to be relaxed and waiting for Davis to join our video chat, I double and triple check my connections. Then I tap into my phone and make sure it’s on silent. Sometimes I amaze myself at my ability to multi-task this way. It’s all part of my digital shifter ability. I’m always connected to my system and can control it with nothing more than a thought.

It’s always felt strange, being human and somehow digital at the same time. I’m not sure what kind of magic my mother held, but I know my abilities came from her.

Since my pixelated form can’t be caught on camera, I get away with everything. It doesn’t matter if I’m accessing a bank account to drain it, hacking a computer for blackmail purposes, or even committing murder for money. No one has ever figured out that I am Umbr4g3_R0gu3 (Umbrage Rogue) because of my unique shifter power. Digital shifters are rare, and we tend to hide our abilities. I’m not saying most people who can do what I can are criminals, but I’m not not saying it either.

I’m distracted from my thoughts by the soft chime letting me know that Davis is entering the video chat. With an inward sigh, I put on my sweet smile and prepare to multi-task.

“Good evening, sweet Jasmin. I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” he says the moment he can see me.

“I’ve missed you,” I coo, knowing that he’s about to give me the chance I need to find a way into his computer. “How was your day?”

I pretend to listen as he drones on about his day and how difficult it is to run a world-wide conglomerate, all while jerking off while he stares at me. He’s done this a couple of times before, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes a few times. His story is boring and self-centered, but somehow telling me about his company dealings gets him off. Maybe it’s because I’m watching him masturbate, I don’t know.

Just as he finishes, both his story and shooting his load, my pixelated tendrils find the spot I’ve been searching for. I have my way in. A quick time check tells me we only have about two minutes left of our allotted time. Hmm, it took him longer today than usual. I’m relieved that he seems satisfied with just unloading on me today, and not as interested in crafting a story for me to act out.

Some of his ‘interests’ are beyond Emily’s comfort zone. That’s part of the reason I become Jasmin for this part of my work. He’s an attractive older man, but after learning about his hidden agenda, I find him much less appealing. Especially when he wants to watch me fuck random household items.

“I’m sorry, Davis, but our time is up for today. You’ll have to book another chat for next week,” I say, cutting our time short by a minute. It’s easy to make the offer for another video call when I know he’ll be dead in less than twelve hours. The smile on my face is genuine for once, and I hope he doesn’t notice the difference.

“Oh, well, damn. I thought we had longer,” he argues. “Can’t we just extend the appointment? I’ll pay triple.”

I force myself to appear as if I’m considering his offer, then I shake my head. “Unfortunately, I have other clients to see today, and I can’t reschedule.” He nods his understanding and thanks me for my time. I disconnect the call and verify the transfer of funds went through. It’s messier if I have to take his money before I kill him. Much easier for everyone if he pays like he’s supposed to. The payments are routed through the dark web and will be impossible to trace.

When I’m sure the money has transferred, I move it to my hidden account, then shut my system down manually. Even though I can’t be traced, I won’t use my cam set up for my other job. I have a separate system for that. I walk around the room, switching off the ring lights, before heading to the wall where a hidden panel opens. Walking through, I reach out to the computer inside the small room and turn it on, then secure the door.

If anyone were to come into my apartment right now, they’d think I wasn’t home. And that’s exactly what I want them to think. I don’t expect the guys to come over, but I have to be careful anyway. I’ve never invited them into my apartment, because I don’t want them to discover any of my secrets—digital shifter, cam girl, assassin.

A quick check of the time tells me that I need to get moving or I’ll be late. I do have dinner plans, after all. Then I have to come back and take care of Davis. But first, I must collect the evidence my benefactor wants on the sex trafficking ring that Davis is involved in. If I’m being honest, I’d probably offer my services for free just to be the one to off this guy. I do like the money, though.

Reaching out with my digital tendrils, I search Davis’ computer. Oh, this man is a sicko. And not a smart one, either. He has pictures, names, dates—what kind of idiot saves this shit to his personal computer? I get needing insurance, but come on. At least put it on a private server or a USB drive or something. I wonder how he’s kept this from his wife. Or does she know and keep his secret for him? I shudder at the thought.

Copying the files takes longer than I expected, and now I’m running late. The guys will come looking for me if I don’t get over there soon. It’s a good thing their apartment is just a couple of floors up from mine. I secure the files on a flash drive and encrypt it before dropping it into a padded envelope. Could I deliver these files electronically? Absolutely. Would it be easier than this cloak and dagger shit? Definitely. But there would be more of a chance that I’d out myself to the people who hire me. So, I’ll stick with the plan.

I don’t have time to run out and deliver the package right now, so it’ll have to wait. They don’t need it until after I finish Davis off anyway. I close my eyes for a moment and check my hidden cameras to make sure I’m still alone before I exit the secret room and change for dinner. There’s no time for a shower, so I toss the wig onto the bed with my mask, and I wipe away as much of the heavy makeup as I can without making myself look homeless. I’ve lived in this building for years, and known my guys almost that long. I think about how our relationship started, and it makes me laugh. Each of them asked me out, and I said yes…then found out that they’re roommates. Things could have gotten awkward, but they’re more like brothers, so they decided to share. I was relieved that they didn't ask me to choose.

I shake away those thoughts and rush to change clothes. The leggings and sweatshirt are way more comfortable than the lacy bra and thong I have on underneath. I grab my keys and phone, then race up the stairs. I’m standing in front of their door when Jeremy opens it, presumably to come find me. He jumps when he almost runs into me.

“You’re late. Luke was about to start eating without you. Will was going to call the cops. Of course, I knew you’d be here when you got here, so I wasn’t worried,” he teases. I laugh and push him out of the way so I can enter the much larger apartment.

“You three are impossible. I got caught up with work and lost track of time. Sorry,” I try to avoid talking about work, because I’m not sure how they’d take the news if they knew what I do for a living. Either job, really. Most guys claim that they’d be okay dating a cam girl, but it always turns into accusations and jealousy. I’d rather avoid that if I can. Besides, what the four of us have is pretty casual. We mostly hang out, and occasionally fuck.

“Oh, that smells amazing! What did you make, Luke?” I ask as I enter the kitchen. It smells like an Italian restaurant in here, and I can’t quite make out what dish it could be.

“Lasagna, salad, and tiramisu. I don’t think you understand how hard it is to keep these two from starting without you,” he jokes, kissing my cheek. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze.

“Well, let’s not make them wait any longer,” I say, dragging him toward the dining room. I swear this apartment is three times the size of mine. I have no idea how we’re even in the same building. But I’m glad we are. Otherwise, I’d be eating take out way more than I do.

I help Luke take the food to the table and find Will setting the plates and silverware around. “It’s about time you got here.”

“Were you having trouble keeping the other two in line?” I ask, guessing that he’s teasing me too.

“Nope. I just missed your face, that’s all,” he says before pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard. If I didn’t know better, I would think we were a couple. But the four of us agreed to keep things casual, because they all want me, and I won't make a decision that would hurt any of them.

When he breaks the kiss, I can’t help teasing him. “Kissing a girl like that will make her think you have ulterior motives.”

Will winks at me, “What if I do?” My cheeks flush and I twist out of his arms. I practically run away any time one of them says anything that might take our arrangement to the level of relationship. There’s no way I can balance dating the three of them with my other two lives. Is there?

During dinner, I try not to think about what I have to do later. I don’t mind killing someone who deserves it; honestly, it gets me going. So maybe if I focus on that part of it, I can have some fun before I have to get dirty. Is it weird that murder turns me on?

“Why don’t you just stay tonight?” Jeremy asks as Luke and Will clear the aftermath of dinner from the table. The offer is tempting, especially since I’d like to get them all naked, but I can’t delay my job any longer. Gaining access to Davis’ system took a week longer than it should have. There’s no telling how many women are suffering because of that delay.

“I can’t. I have to work later,” I say, not thinking that one of them will question me about my job. I’m usually very careful not to mention work because I don’t like answering their inquiries. Fuck. Realization dawns just as a smirk crosses Jeremy’s face.

“You know that you don’t have to work if you don’t want to. We’ll take care of you. Between the three of us, we have plenty of money,” he offers. It’s sweet, but this is supposed to be casual, and that sounds more like commitment. I can’t handle this conversation.

I slide from my chair and onto his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean in and kiss him. Straddling him, I can feel exactly what the kiss does to him. My tongue strokes his as I grind against his growing cock. Hums of approval tell me the moment Will and Luke reenter the room. I don’t let go of Jeremy or stop kissing him.

A moment later, I feel body heat on either side of me. I’m essentially boxed in, and I love it. I break the kiss and whisper, “Why don’t we have some fun before I have to go?”

None of them respond, but I’m scooped up and carried to Will’s room. He tosses me gently on the bed, laughing when I bounce. I can’t help laughing with him until the look in his eyes sobers me. Will is suddenly serious and I’m not sure if I like it.

The three of them stand next to the bed, staring down at me. Before I can say anything, they’ve stripped down and are climbing in the bed with me. I look my fill, like I always do when they take this approach. I don’t mind when they put me on display for them, either, but there’s something special about being able to stare at their chiseled naked bodies while they stalk toward me.

Luke captures my lips with his while Jeremy drags my leggings off and tosses them aside. He breaks the kiss long enough for Will to pull my sweatshirt off and throw it wherever my leggings landed. I expect him to come back and kiss me more, but the three of them freeze and exchange a look.

“What? You’re making me paranoid,” I say, feeling insecure for the first time with them.

“Well, that explains the body glitter,” Luke says with a chuckle.

“I’m definitely not mad at it,” Jeremy responds.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, not understanding what's happening.

“Em, we know your secret,” Will says with a smirk. Oh, fuck. How did they figure out that I’m a secret assassin?

“What? I don’t have any secrets,” I insist, hoping I can get them off my trail. How did these three figure me out when no one has been able to catch me in the past five years I’ve been doing this?

“Come on, Em,” Jeremy says.

“It’s okay, doll. We’re not upset. If anything, it’s a major turn on,” Luke adds. Wait, what the fuck is he talking about? They get turned on by murder? So, I'm not the only one. Hmm…this could be interesting.

“We watched your live stream earlier, Jasmin,” Will says. My eyes widen and I feel my cheeks heat. Oh. That secret. Okay, this isn’t completely ruined.

“You’re not weirded out by it? Some guys would be.” I bite my lower lip and furrow my brow.

Jeremy licks his lips. “As long as we know you’re saving that tight, wet, pussy for us, you can show it to whoever you want, Em.” His words rattle through me and I’m even wetter than I was. I should be upset because his statement is a lot like giving me permission, but I’m too turned on to worry about that right now.

Will grabs my thong and peels it off me. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste you. That stream was hot, and I’ve been waiting for you to come over all day.” He buries his face in my mound, sniffing deeply before lapping his tongue along my slit.

Luke removes my bra next, and I realize exactly how they figured it out. I didn’t change out of the lingerie I wore for the stream. Fuck. Well, at least they didn’t learn my other secret. I just have to be more careful.

Jeremy and Luke move to either side of me while Will worships my center. I wrap a hand around each of their cocks and stroke, dragging them closer to my lips. I lick one, then the other, before I lose my ability to concentrate because Will flicks his tongue against my clit, sending me over the edge. I throw my head back and moan at the sensations that rip through me.

These guys don’t give me time to recover, switching positions while I’m distracted. Jeremy grabs my hips and flips me on top of him, easing me down on his engorged member. A moment later, I feel Luke rubbing and kneading my ass cheeks before spreading me open and smearing lube on my rosebud. I gasp at the cold liquid, and Will captures my lips with his, giving me a taste of my release.

They all know my boundaries, and I’m not afraid to use my safe word if needed. But these three also know everything I enjoy, and they’re determined to give it all to me tonight. I pull Will closer and guide his cock into my mouth as Luke eases himself into my ass. I want the three of them to use me for their pleasure.

Jeremy supports my weight while I maneuver Will into position so he can fuck my mouth in time with Jeremy and Luke. Six hands explore my body while these three cocks ease into a rhythm that will push away everything I’ve been preoccupied with today.

I let myself relax and they each pick up the pace; Jeremy and Will thrust into me while Luke pulls out, then they switch. Each cock thrusts into me over and over, until I cry out my release around Will’s dick. The vibration sets off his release, and the other two follow a few short thrusts later.

When Will steps away to get a damp rag, I collapse on Jeremy. Luke eases out of me and drops onto the bed next to us, lying on his back. Will tosses him a rag, then proceeds to roll me off of Jeremy and clean me up. I love how attentive they are, taking care of me and showing me that they care. It’s almost like a real relationship.

But we agreed to keep things casual, so I’m not letting myself go there. Besides, I really do have to work tonight. Is it wrong to let them think I’ll be on cam instead of telling them it’s not that kind of job? Maybe, but I’m not about to spill the beans about what I’ve actually got planned. A quick check of the time tells me I need to get moving.

“I have to go get ready for work. But I’ll see you guys tomorrow, right?” I kiss each of them and throw my clothes on quickly. As soon as they confirm that we’re on for tomorrow, I dash from their apartment, racing back to mine.

Davis’ schedule is very strict, and I have a small window of opportunity if I want to do this tonight. Putting it off any longer isn’t an option. I slip into my apartment, locking the door behind me. I have just enough time for a quick shower, just so I don’t smell like sex when I materialize in Davis’ house. I don’t want him to have any warning for what’s coming.

After my shower, I double check the lock on the front door, then head to my secret room. Once I’m locked inside, I let my body shift into my pixelated form. It’s been a few days, and it feels good to change. Letting myself stretch, I check my text messages and emails.

As expected, I have a text from each of the guys. They’ve decided that we’re going out tomorrow instead of staying in. I have three options to choose from for dinner and will need to choose once I’m finished working. The emails are all from my client checking in to make sure the job will be completed on schedule. Why they decided to send three emails to ask if I’m going to finish the job tonight is beyond me. I’ll wait and respond to that after, when I have proof. I’m careful to disconnect from the dark web account where I get my jobs, then I focus on the task at hand.

How do I want to take Davis out? I could just reach in and crush his heart. That’s effective, but not very satisfying. I could make it look like a suicide and leave a typed note about everything he’s involved with. Or I can rip his head off and let his blood spray all over me. I guess I’ll just decide in the moment. I know I can make it as painless or painful as I want. I love having the power to choose exactly how I take these men out. I can be as messy as I want or keep it clean and make it look like natural causes. Most of the time, I turn the monster loose and get things messy. It's not like anyone will know I was there anyway.

I slide into my computer, stretching and feeling my way through the connection I formed with Davis’ system earlier. Shutting down his security system and cameras is easy, and in just a few moments, I’m standing next to his computer in what looks like a rich man’s study. Leather-bound books fill the wall-to-wall bookshelves, and a mahogany desk sits in front of the window. His computer has the spot of honor on one side of the desk. Two overstuffed leather chairs face the desk, and I roll my eyes at how over-the-top the whole room is.

Closing my eyes, I listen for movement. According to his schedule, Davis should be alone for another twenty minutes. Then his wife and kids will return from dinner with her parents, and they’ll find the aftermath of my work. Not hearing anything, I tap into his cell phone, and discover that he’s watching porn. Well, that makes this easier.

I find him in the bedroom across the hall, which appears to be the master suite. He’s sitting in a chair with his back to me and streaming the obviously homemade porn on the large television in the corner. Tears stream down the young woman’s face as a man fucks her ass while another stands in front of her stroking his cock. I hold back a growl as he rams his dick into her mouth. It’s possible that this is completely consensual, but it doesn’t appear that way.

Is this what they’re forcing the kidnapped women to do? The thought repulses me and fills me with rage. This man will pay, with his life and his reputation.

It takes less than a minute to cross the room in my pixelated form. I stand behind Davis and place my hands on either side of his head. He tries to turn to see who’s here, but I twist and pull his head, tearing it from his shoulders and showering myself in his blood.

Dropping the severed head onto the floor, I disappear into his abandoned cell phone.