Big Beautiful Assassin (BBW Erotic Thriller)

By Vivian Leigh

Kris has always been heavy, but she’s finally found a career where being underestimated is an asset--she’s half of the CIA’s most dangerous assassination team, and madly in love with her partner, Corwin. Just as Corwin starts to take a romantic interest in her, The Agency gives her their next mission, and she’s shocked to discover that the target is the man she’s come to love.

Kris is in a fight for her life, and the only safe haven could be the one that finally kills her.

This short story is an adults-only erotic thriller of approximately 7500 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Leigh
• Release date: Oct 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301978281

Vivian Leigh

Vivian Leigh is a mild mannered CPA by day and a raunchy smut slinger by night. She enjoys chocolate ice cream, pretty sunsets, gang bangs and chianti.

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Big. Beautiful. Assassin.

By

Vivian Leigh

Copyright 2012 Vivian Leigh

All rights reserved

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A bitter wind blew off the Hudson and cut through Kris where she crouched in the shadow of a dumpster. Her thin cotton pants and light jacket did little to stop the chill, but the ski mask kept her ears warm. The rusted door creaked open, and a women emerged, the glowing cherry of a cigarette visible in her hand.

Ugh, the woman muttered. She sucked on the cigarette and stared off into the darkness behind the restaurant.

Kris adjusted the chloroform soaked rag and crept forward. Her pants stretched and groaned. She couldn’t afford to hesitate. Her intended victim would be able to see her in moments. The target’s night vision would be completely ruined after just walking out of the lit interior of the restaurant, but it would adjust within a minute.

Not that there was really much to worry about; the girl was a civilian and wouldn’t be watching for a ghost in the shadows, but Kris hadn’t reached the apex of her profession by being careless.

Kris pressed the rag to the waitress’s face, and after a moment of panicked struggling, she crumpled into Kris’s waiting arms. Ideally, someone would find her in a quarter hour and think she’d just dozed off while on break. Kris dragged the body into the shadow of the dumpster, taking care to keep her out of the dirt. She made quick work out of stripping off the woman’s jacket.

Kris’s voluptuous curves and broad shoulders no longer kept her awake at night, worrying over her size. At the moment, they had her worried over fitting into the borrowed jacket. It strained over her breasts when she buttoned it, but it held. She tied the apron around her waist and checked that the ID card was still in place.

The unconscious waitress normally took ten minute smoke breaks. Her manager would be looking for her no more than fifteen minutes after she went outside. Kris wasn’t sure how long she dawdled in the restaurant, but if her routine were anything like it had