Just call me cherri #6

I love seedy alleyways that hold secret passages and entrances. That live in the underbelly where mist think that they can hide their deeds. Where they can go unnoticed. It is easy to slip in here, unseen, to blend in.

They never see me coming.

The underbelly, where anything goes and everyone is for sale. Councilman Roberts, a married man well into his fifties loved to try to blend into here. He stuck out like a sore thumb, I’ve been watching him for weeks, unnoticed.

He’ll be easy to take care of, to leave to be swallowed into the very thing he once referred to as slums. The very thing he came to exploit.

Gaining access was easy, my outfit was enough to distract the simple mind guard. My weapon in reach I stepped into the room.

Target acquired but I didn’t expect this. It seemed that the Councilman was more of a voyeur than a participant but that wasn’t what shocked me. No, it was the participant. A man that I had a dalliance or few with. My arrival surprised him. As it should. He doesn't see through my disguise. Undeterred, I improvise. My target seems to think that we are in some sort of lover’s quandary. It makes my job easy but there is the case of not one but two loose ends. I don’t like loose ends. They tangle, and they twist into knots that I can’t afford to unravel later. The councilman lived to see another day but,

I always get my mark.

I played to the quandary that the target he assumed we were in, then I leave, shredding my skin as I do.

Cherry is no more.