assassins3

Irene pulled the Escort up to the house where the entire fiasco started. Justin Timberlake would be inside, along with his girlfriend, and the payment for the killings. Sara, who was a little drunk- AJ had offered her some alcohol so she could numb the pain of her injury, stumbled out of the car and walked arm in arm up to the house with Irene.
       Justin met them at the door, and smiled. "How was it?" Irene nodded as she helped Sara to the couch.
       "We're done. Sara was attacked by Nick, but she got the job done. She's going to need some medical attention, so I'd say that we should receive a little more than you originally said."
       Justin looked at the blond. She was staggering and didn't look like she would even survive the night without medical attention.
       "Weren't there three of you?"
       Britney Spears, the girlfriend to the pop star, yawned as she walked out of the bedroom wearing a silky nightgown. She walked over to Sara and sighed. "It's such a shame that you had to get hurt."
       "Yeah. While we were at Richardson's house, we had to eliminate one of our members who didn't want to help you out. She was a total Backstreet fan."
"So how much do we owe you?" Justin nervously stated as he glanced at Britney. He didn't expect the assassins to be ruthless enough to take the life of one of their own.
       "For five Backstreet Boys, one girlfriend, one of us, and hospital bills, I'd say around twelve million."
       Britney gasped. "Justin, you said that it wouldn't be over five million!"
       "Baby, we had to do this!" He said, walking to the bedroom. "I have the money in here. Please, feel free to have a drink."
       Irene stood up and followed Justin, leaving Sara alone with Britney.
       "So which ones did you kill?"
       Sara looked up at the silicon pop princess. "Littrell and Carter. The other half did McLean and Dorough. And we got Richardson together."
       "I would have never thought it would come to this, but I guess we all have our dirty little secrets about our rise to power in the pop music industry."
       "Yeah. I guess we all do." Sara said, pulling her knife on the blond. "I guess mine is that Carter didn't hurt me as bad as you thought."

***

Irene silently locked the door behind her as Justin walked over to the liquor cabinet in his bedroom. He pulled out a bottle of wine, and to Irene's delight, it was the same bottle as he had in the limo.
       "I would like to make a toast to us, NSync, and the wonderful assassin team that helped us rise to the dominant first position in the pop world."
       Irene accepted the glass, clinked it to Justin's, then watched as he drank the drugged beverage.
       "So do you think the police will overlook you? I mean, wouldn't it be obvious that NSync would want the Backstreet Boys out of the picture?"
       "Nope." Justin blinked a few times... was the room spinning? "If we all act scared, they could blame 98 degrees or O-Town. Or how about that guy that started us all.... yeah... what was his name?"
       "Lou?"
       Justin nodded. "Yeah. He really hated them..."
       "So how about we frame one of the other bands? Wouldn't that be a great thing to do? Then NSync wouldn't be tied to this at all."
     I promised her that I'd do this....
Irene leaned over and kissed his lips. If Sara seduced Brian, her least favorite member of Backstreet, she could, and would seduce Justin Timberlake.
       "Doll, I have a girlfriend."
       "You have a blow up doll." Irene laughed nervously, but then Justin joined in.
       "Yeah." He smiled as he leaned in closer to Irene. "Wanna be the first real woman I've had in years?"
       Irene silently shuddered. She didn't think that he would be this willing to desert Britney. Then again, she reminded herself of who he was dating.
       "Yeah baby." She said as she sat on the bed. "I want you do write me something first."
       "Like what?" Justin whispered in her ear as he sat down behind her.
       "That you think Chris is going to do something really drastic because he hates NSync."
       "Sure thing." Justin pulled a journal out from the nightstand and scribbled the words down, then he placed the journal back in the drawer. "Want anything else?"
"Show me the money."
"You're so funny."
       "No, I won't do anything until you give me the money."
       Justin sighed. This was too weird, but for some reason, he just couldn't resist the woman in the room with him. He pulled a silver suitcase out of his closet and set it on the floor. "There's only six million in it. I'll give you the rest after you love me."
       "Come here then." Irene smiled as she stuck her hand underneath her shirt, grabbing the handle of the knife. "You know you can't resist."
       "Baby, you know I can't help it."
       From outside, Irene thought she heard Sara laugh and say, 'you keep me drowning in you love.' She wondered how far Sara was in her plan, but she couldn't let that distract her right now. Irene had promised Sara that she would go just as far, or farther, with Justin as she did with Brian. And this task looked like it would be a little too easy.
       Justin leaned down over Irene, gently touching his lips to hers. She wanted to kill him right then and there, but she couldn't... her promise to her friend was more important than being groped by a pop star.
       She felt him stick his hands under her shirt, and couldn't help but wonder why she was enjoying this a little too much.... he was good... she had to admit that.... probably much better than Brian...
       Irene moaned as Justin's hands expertly made their way across her body. She was suprised at how willing he was to cheat on Britney. Then again, he was drugged.
       Justin pulled away from Irene, so he could take her shirt off. He smiled at the willingness of the assassin to allow him to have his way with her. She tore at his wife beater and was able to rip the shirt from his body, so now they could be as close as possible.
       "Are you sure about this doll?" He whispered, gently kissing her ear, as he started to unzip his pants.
       "Oh yeah baby. Lay down beside me, dawg."
       Irene made a motion, as if she was going to remove her pants as well, but instead, pulled the knife out of them, and set it beside her. She then slowly unzipped her black jeans, hoping that Justin wouldn't get too much of an idea before she could do what she had planned.
       One quick motion of her hand was all she would need....
       "OH MY GOD!" Justin screamed, in a higher than usual voice. "What the hell was that for!?!" Still screaming profanities, Justin wrapped the bedsheets around his naked body. A large stain of blood quickly formed in the region where his genetalia used to be.
       "I just wanted to test which way of castration worked the best." Irene smiled sweetly as she pushed Justin to the bed, holding the knife to his throat. "Did you know there are three ways?"
       "You fucking bitch!" He screamed again, after Irene shoved her knee into his injury. "You doublecrossed us!"
       "Yep." Irene laughed as she pushed the knife down on Justin's throat, spilling his blood all over the bed.
       She sighed as she zipped her pants back up and put her black shirt back on. "And that's for making my friend seduce Brian." Irene just laughed as she picked up the suitcase full of money.

***

Irene smiled as she saw Sara still stabbing the lifeless form of Britney Spears. "I have the money."
       Sara laughed. "Great!" She pushed the knife through the blond's torso once again. "I'm kind of dissappointed... I wanted her to pop."
       Irene shrugged. "Go pick up that lump of skin in the bedroom. I want to take it out to the guys, to let them know that we did the job."
       "What did you do to him?"
       "A little bit of what you did to Brian." Irene tossed a bag toward Sara. "Hurry up. We've got two more hits before this night is up."
       Sara walked in the bedroom, and saw the lump of flesh lying on the floor near Justin's body. She had an idea of what it could be, but she didn't want to think that. Having Brian make out with her was enough trauma for one night.
       "Got it." Sara said, cringing as she held the bag as far away from her as possible. The girls walked out of the house and back to the Escort, where AJ and Nick were waiting.
       "Did you do it?" Nick questioned as he rubbed his arm, the wound from the bullet still stung worse than any of the tattoos he had ever received.
       Sara smiled as she handed him the bag. "It's a little present."
       Not knowing what was inside, Nick quickly opened the bag and stuck his hand in it.
       "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" He screamed, dropping the bag, and instinctively covering his lap. "Did you cut his balls off!?!"
       Irene shrugged. "Yeah. Paybacks for what he made Sara do to Brian."
       AJ, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had turned quite pale. He leaned over to Nick, who was apparently still contemplating the idea of someone taking a knife to his testicles, or for that matter, anyone's testicles. "I don't think they'll doublecross us man."
       "I don't want to end up like Justin." Nick whispered back. "That's just way too cruel of a punishment."
       Sara laughed as AJ started driving the car towards Joey Fatone's house. Nick was still cringing at the thought of the whole incident, so she picked up the bag, stuck her hands inside, and pulled out the now shrivling lump of flesh.
"Nicky, dawg, you don't think I'd actually do this to you, now do you? Especially after you cracked my head open."
       "You shot me." He whined as he tried to scoot away from the crazed girl holding the contents of the bag. "I think you'd do pretty much anything to anyone."
       Sara shook her head. "Nah. You're too cute. I couldn't keep the world from having more beautiful people, now could I?"
       Nick started to relax a little, but then tensed up as he made another realization. "But you were going to kill me."
       Sara shrugged as she placed the testicles back in the bag. "Nope. She was going to kill you. I was going to kill Alexander up there."
       "How reassuring." Nick whimpered as he glared at the blond.
       "Anyway, we're going to have you kill Joey Fatone next." AJ butted in as he turned on to a different street. Be quick about this one. And don't bring back any souveniers."