I’d finished for the night. Sat at the bar. Watching. A saxophone teased out a lazy, sensual Happy Birthday. Slow enough to strip to.
Her heels glinted like shivs in the smoky basement as she stepped out of the cake. She wore a smile. Sequinned nipple tassels. And a G-string ready to be stuffed with twenties. There wasn’t a guy in the joint that didn’t want her.
She ignored them all. Dark eyes fixed on her target as she shimmied towards him. Blood red lips parted and brushed his ear as she delivered the bullet.
“Happy Birthday Mr B.”