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A render for 's Hostile Witness - Part 2Wyatt was a fixer, the guy that people called to solve certain difficult problems. He had a special set of skills, not least of them the ability to hypnotize people. With his mesmeric ability, he had a knack for making things happen. And his favorite thing to make happen was to convince beautiful women to sleep with him.Of course, there wasn’t a lot of money in that. Wyatt was an expert at what he did, and sadly it wasn't all about sex. Sometimes people needed to be "convinced" to do something, or to forget something, or to remember the wrong thing. That's where Wyatt came in. He made things happen.Tonight he was headed to 1257 Pine Street to deliver pizzas. He would also be erasing a few memories.The residence was a safe house used by the US Marshals for witness protection. Right now they had an important witness in their care. Her name was Rebecca Lee, the former girlfriend of mob boss "Big Ed" Napoli. Wyatt had seen her file. She was definitely a looker, but then most mobsters' girlfriends were. She was in her late twenties, a little taller than average with a curvy body, long, dark hair and dark eyes. She had big full boobs and, Wyatt was fairly sure, a fairly empty head to match.Rebecca was scheduled to testify against Napoli in open court tomorrow. Her testimony would be key to the prosecution putting Napoli behind bars for life. Maybe even the chair.Wyatt was being paid a lot of money to make sure that would never happen.A cruder approach would have been to have sent a hitman after the girl, but Napoli apparently didn't want her harmed. Probably the decision was partly sentimental, and partly practical. Any assassination attempt would undoubtedly be tied back to Napoli. Besides, whacking people was loud and messy, especially when there were Marshals involved.So that's where Wyatt came in. His job was simple. Infiltrate the safe house, wipe Rebecca's memories, and then get out again without her or anyone else ever knowing anything was wrong…at least until after the poor girl came up blank on the witness stand.So Rebecca was the target. But she wasn't alone. There were two US Marshals guarding her, both female agents. Wyatt had seen both their files.The first Marshal was a red-haired woman named Peggy Evans. She was a bit on the short side, not more than 5'3", with a slender build. She was petite, with an average-sized bust and an ass to die for, or at least it looked that way from the pictures of her that Wyatt had seen. Her eyes were hazel and she wore her hair in a red ponytail.She was a skilled agent. Wyatt had done his research on her and he knew that she could potentially be a problem. Peggy would do whatever it took to protect her witness, and so far she had a perfect track record. She might be short, but she was also athletic and a crack shot with a pistol.The second Marshal's name was Marissa LaPlante. She was a bit taller than her partner, just under 5'9", and much curvier than Peggy. She was a real looker too, with long blonde hair, blue eyes and full, kissable lips. She was more curvy than slim, and Wyatt couldn't stop himself from wondering what she would look like with her clothes off. He had seen pictures of her too, but he had a feeling the pictures didn't quite do her justice. Her boobs looked big and soft, and Wyatt could only imagine how good they might feel in his hands. Her ass was amazing too, round and full. He could only imagine what it would look like bare, bouncing in his lap…Wyatt shook his head to drive the image away. He had to focus tonight. He had a job to do, and he couldn't let anything get in his way. Wyatt pulled into the long driveway leading to the house and parked his car behind some shrubs, just out of sight of the main residence. He took a moment to quickly change out of his police uniform, then to gather his stuff. Taking down two marshals wouldn't be easy, and he needed to be prepared. Finally ready, Wyatt grabbed the pizzas and headed out of the darkness and towards the front door of the safe house.A camera was mounted above the doorway. Wyatt lifted the pizzas, waving them around to cover his face, and the door clicked open.So far so good. If the agents had expected anything was amiss they never would have opened the door for him. As far as they knew, Wyatt was just the pizza delivery guy.Marissa appeared in the open doorway. She watched Wyatt carefully as he approached.Wyatt gave her a big smile. "Hey there! I'm here with the pizzas you ordered."Marissa glanced at the large red pizza delivery bag balanced in his hand. "Oh. Great." She stepped out onto the porch and made no move to let him into the house."Everything okay?" Wyatt said."Yeah, just fine. Please stay back at least five feet from the door. You can set the pizzas down right there.""Sure thing." Wyatt tried to sound casual. He didn't want to alert this beautiful blonde agent. As he set the pizzas down by the front step, he gave the woman's body a quick glance up and down.As he suspected, Agent LaPlante was even more attractive in real life than in her pictures. She was wearing tight blue jeans which clung to her every curve. She wore a low cut white blouse that left a lot of cleavage exposed. Her breasts were amazing, round and full and firm. Over the white low cut blouse she wore a black blazer. And underneath that, Wyatt could just catch the glimpse of a gun in a shoulder holster.Marissa pulled out a wad of cash and began counting out some bills. "Here, this should be enough.","Oh, I'm sure it will be fine." Wyatt reached into the pizza delivery bag and pulled out the air-powered tranquilizer dart gun he had hidden in there before leaving his car. He kept his hand low, so Marissa didn't see it. She was distracted by counting out the cash."Um, alright then," she said, handing him the bills. "Here's--"Wyatt fired the dart gun. The small dart shot out of the gun with a faint pop. It struck Marissa right in the side of her neck.Marissa's eyes grew wide. Her hand dropped down to holstered gun under her blazer, but her legs seemed to lose strength and she began to tip backwards. Wyatt grabbed her around the waist, lowering her to the ground as she slid down the wall next to the open front door. He pulled her limp hand away from the gun."Good girl," he whispered as she melted into him, her body slipping down to the ground. "Time for bed now. Thaaaat's right..."Wyatt slowly slid his hands up and down Marissa's back as he dragged her back into the entryway of the house. He was in his element now. He knew how to make women melt into his arms.Marissa gave a helpless little moan as she sank towards the floor."That's right, baby, just close your eyes now and go night-night..." Wyatt lowered the pretty marshal onto her back, her legs lying out in front of her. She was breathing deeply, slowly, the dart still sticking out of her neck. He brushed her long blonde hair back from her face. Her eyes were glazed over and almost closed, her mouth slack and her body heavy and unresisting. "Good girl."Wyatt knelt beside the woman, taking a moment to appreciate her beauty. He wanted her so badly. He wanted to rip off her clothes and bury his face between those huge, lush breasts, to feel their soft fullness in his hands and mouth.He took a deep breath.The sound of a TV came from the living room, just out of sight and around the corner. From upstairs came the muted sound of a shower running.Marissa made a garbled, slurred sound, her eyes rolling and crossing. Wyatt clamped a hand over her mouth. "Shhhh, be quiet now babe. Just go to sleep."Her eyes fluttered, then finally closed.Wyatt slowly removed his hand. He pulled the heavy pistol out of Marissa's holster and tossed it into a nearby planter by the front door, out of sight.One down.Wyatt glanced up, making sure no one else was in sight. He quietly closed the front door behind him, then rolled Marissa's unconscious body over onto her stomach. He pulled a zip-tie out of his pocket and flopped Marissa's arms behind her back. He pulled her arms together, then pulled the zip-tie tight around her wrists, binding her hands. While he did, he couldn't help giving her plush ass a quick squeeze and then a little pat.He stood up. So far so good. Now he needed to take care of Peggy Evans.

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A render for 's Hostile Witness - Part 2Wyatt was a fixer, the guy that people called to solve certain difficult problems. He had a special set of skills, not least of them the ability to hypnotize people. With his mesmeric ability, he had a knack for making things happen. And his favorite thing to make happen was to convince beautiful women to sleep with him.Of course, there wasn’t a lot of money in that. Wyatt was an expert at what he did, and sadly it wasn't all about sex. Sometimes people needed to be "convinced" to do something, or to forget something, or to remember the wrong thing. That's where Wyatt came in. He made things happen.Tonight he was headed to 1257 Pine Street to deliver pizzas. He would also be erasing a few memories.The residence was a safe house used by the US Marshals for witness protection. Right now they had an important witness in their care. Her name was Rebecca Lee, the former girlfriend of mob boss "Big Ed" Napoli. Wyatt had seen her file. She was definitely a looker, but then most mobsters' girlfriends were. She was in her late twenties, a little taller than average with a curvy body, long, dark hair and dark eyes. She had big full boobs and, Wyatt was fairly sure, a fairly empty head to match.Rebecca was scheduled to testify against Napoli in open court tomorrow. Her testimony would be key to the prosecution putting Napoli behind bars for life. Maybe even the chair.Wyatt was being paid a lot of money to make sure that would never happen.A cruder approach would have been to have sent a hitman after the girl, but Napoli apparently didn't want her harmed. Probably the decision was partly sentimental, and partly practical. Any assassination attempt would undoubtedly be tied back to Napoli. Besides, whacking people was loud and messy, especially when there were Marshals involved.So that's where Wyatt came in. His job was simple. Infiltrate the safe house, wipe Rebecca's memories, and then get out again without her or anyone else ever knowing anything was wrong…at least until after the poor girl came up blank on the witness stand.So Rebecca was the target. But she wasn't alone. There were two US Marshals guarding her, both female agents. Wyatt had seen both their files.The first Marshal was a red-haired woman named Peggy Evans. She was a bit on the short side, not more than 5'3", with a slender build. She was petite, with an average-sized bust and an ass to die for, or at least it looked that way from the pictures of her that Wyatt had seen. Her eyes were hazel and she wore her hair in a red ponytail.She was a skilled agent. Wyatt had done his research on her and he knew that she could potentially be a problem. Peggy would do whatever it took to protect her witness, and so far she had a perfect track record. She might be short, but she was also athletic and a crack shot with a pistol.The second Marshal's name was Marissa LaPlante. She was a bit taller than her partner, just under 5'9", and much curvier than Peggy. She was a real looker too, with long blonde hair, blue eyes and full, kissable lips. She was more curvy than slim, and Wyatt couldn't stop himself from wondering what she would look like with her clothes off. He had seen pictures of her too, but he had a feeling the pictures didn't quite do her justice. Her boobs looked big and soft, and Wyatt could only imagine how good they might feel in his hands. Her ass was amazing too, round and full. He could only imagine what it would look like bare, bouncing in his lap…Wyatt shook his head to drive the image away. He had to focus tonight. He had a job to do, and he couldn't let anything get in his way. Wyatt pulled into the long driveway leading to the house and parked his car behind some shrubs, just out of sight of the main residence. He took a moment to quickly change out of his police uniform, then to gather his stuff. Taking down two marshals wouldn't be easy, and he needed to be prepared. Finally ready, Wyatt grabbed the pizzas and headed out of the darkness and towards the front door of the safe house.A camera was mounted above the doorway. Wyatt lifted the pizzas, waving them around to cover his face, and the door clicked open.So far so good. If the agents had expected anything was amiss they never would have opened the door for him. As far as they knew, Wyatt was just the pizza delivery guy.Marissa appeared in the open doorway. She watched Wyatt carefully as he approached.Wyatt gave her a big smile. "Hey there! I'm here with the pizzas you ordered."Marissa glanced at the large red pizza delivery bag balanced in his hand. "Oh. Great." She stepped out onto the porch and made no move to let him into the house."Everything okay?" Wyatt said."Yeah, just fine. Please stay back at least five feet from the door. You can set the pizzas down right there.""Sure thing." Wyatt tried to sound casual. He didn't want to alert this beautiful blonde agent. As he set the pizzas down by the front step, he gave the woman's body a quick glance up and down.As he suspected, Agent LaPlante was even more attractive in real life than in her pictures. She was wearing tight blue jeans which clung to her every curve. She wore a low cut white blouse that left a lot of cleavage exposed. Her breasts were amazing, round and full and firm. Over the white low cut blouse she wore a black blazer. And underneath that, Wyatt could just catch the glimpse of a gun in a shoulder holster.Marissa pulled out a wad of cash and began counting out some bills. "Here, this should be enough.","Oh, I'm sure it will be fine." Wyatt reached into the pizza delivery bag and pulled out the air-powered tranquilizer dart gun he had hidden in there before leaving his car. He kept his hand low, so Marissa didn't see it. She was distracted by counting out the cash."Um, alright then," she said, handing him the bills. "Here's--"Wyatt fired the dart gun. The small dart shot out of the gun with a faint pop. It struck Marissa right in the side of her neck.Marissa's eyes grew wide. Her hand dropped down to holstered gun under her blazer, but her legs seemed to lose strength and she began to tip backwards. Wyatt grabbed her around the waist, lowering her to the ground as she slid down the wall next to the open front door. He pulled her limp hand away from the gun."Good girl," he whispered as she melted into him, her body slipping down to the ground. "Time for bed now. Thaaaat's right..."Wyatt slowly slid his hands up and down Marissa's back as he dragged her back into the entryway of the house. He was in his element now. He knew how to make women melt into his arms.Marissa gave a helpless little moan as she sank towards the floor."That's right, baby, just close your eyes now and go night-night..." Wyatt lowered the pretty marshal onto her back, her legs lying out in front of her. She was breathing deeply, slowly, the dart still sticking out of her neck. He brushed her long blonde hair back from her face. Her eyes were glazed over and almost closed, her mouth slack and her body heavy and unresisting. "Good girl."Wyatt knelt beside the woman, taking a moment to appreciate her beauty. He wanted her so badly. He wanted to rip off her clothes and bury his face between those huge, lush breasts, to feel their soft fullness in his hands and mouth.He took a deep breath.The sound of a TV came from the living room, just out of sight and around the corner. From upstairs came the muted sound of a shower running.Marissa made a garbled, slurred sound, her eyes rolling and crossing. Wyatt clamped a hand over her mouth. "Shhhh, be quiet now babe. Just go to sleep."Her eyes fluttered, then finally closed.Wyatt slowly removed his hand. He pulled the heavy pistol out of Marissa's holster and tossed it into a nearby planter by the front door, out of sight.One down.Wyatt glanced up, making sure no one else was in sight. He quietly closed the front door behind him, then rolled Marissa's unconscious body over onto her stomach. He pulled a zip-tie out of his pocket and flopped Marissa's arms behind her back. He pulled her arms together, then pulled the zip-tie tight around her wrists, binding her hands. While he did, he couldn't help giving her plush ass a quick squeeze and then a little pat.He stood up. So far so good. Now he needed to take care of Peggy Evans.