#18 on my list was a rather important mob boss in New York, New York. I slipped out of my Lamborghini, my high heels clicking against the hard ground as I walked towards the nightclub’s entrance. I pulled my VIP pass from my leather jacket pocket.The bouncer let me in with no problem.
Using my VIP pass once again, I entered the VIP section of the club. There he was, surrounded by six or seven bodyguards. This is where being a woman comes in handy.
Through a crack between his bodyguards he checked me out, something I wouldn’t normally stand for. He lifted his finger and the bodyguards moved to the side. I stepped into the human shell. Slinking down next to him I put my head close to his. He opened his mouth, I opened mine. We started to kiss. Then, I shoved my tongue down his throat. He thrashed about, biting my tongue but I kept pushing. Eventually, the old man began to weaken. I pulled my tongue out of him. I pulled my silenced pistol from the inside of my jacket and shot the guards. #18: dead.