"Mmh, aaahn... yes, I suppose you can say that." Vanessa giggles, "Aaahn, thank you, Lawrence." She yawns, sitting up as she has breakfast in bed. "Mmh, smells delicious, as usual." The heiress smiles, "Do I have anything important in my schedule for today?" She asked as she starts eating her meal.
"O-Oh, Azura... Oh, my girl..." Esmerelda moans loudly, before finally squirting, juices spraying out onto the younger woman's body as her ass is played with. (Sorry for how brief that was)
“I was looking for….” She wondered what would be a good excuse. She could claim she was a drug addict or hooker….but she just couldn’t lower herself to even claim to be beneath them. “I’m here to mediate your dispute.” Instead she went for a much more dangerous lie and claim over something she knew nothing about.
"You're too kind, madame." Lawrence smiles. "Err, yes - I believe you were intending to visit Century City Bank, to collect the reserve copy of Oscar's will."
"Wait, what?" The boy's eyes widen, realising the biker's base is compromised. "Wait here!" He rushes over, returning with a gruff looking man. "What's this about mediation? Who do you work for." He narrows his eyes in suspicion.
"Mmh, just telling the truth." Vanessa giggles, "Yes, I was thinking before, or after that. I suppose collecting that copy will prove to be trouble. Specially since we don't know who's gunning for it." She said with a sigh. "Well, I suppose the biggest problem will be hiding the fact that I'm no normal woman now. Assuming things do go wrong." Vanessa mumbled as she slowly finishes her meal.
She had apparently one of the important people out. That was a start. Now what. She wondered what would sound believable. “You haven’t paid for your weapons. They’re getting pissed off that this is setting them back. I’m here to help broker a truce so business can proceed as planned. Or at least establish rules so it doesn’t hurt profit too bad.”
Esmerelda cums not a moment too soon, Azura reaching her own peak right after the redhead squirted. Her body shook in the throes of orgasm as she came hard, her tongue still inside her lover's butt and her fingers inside her own pussy. So... good... Was Azura's only thought as her mind blanked for a moment and she barely managed to not lose control of her body. Some time passed before the two women recovered enough to move, Azura slowly pulling her tongue out of the redhead's butt before speaking. “Damn, seems like you really enjoyed that, Esme...” As did I... we are doing this again later! For sure! She decided (This works just fine.)
Cursing, Amethyst Heart gathered the metal and flew back, to Erik. "They escaped." She said as she stepped next to Erik. "Well, this is a mess." She chuckled. "You really... pissed at the rang time." She said jokingly. The situation was not a catastrophe yet... it could be, but wasn't yet. She would find those assholes, and make sure they did not talk. She would first threaten them with a lawsuit, for rape, then offer them job, to keep their mouths shut. Ohh... she would make them pay~ She sighed, as she turned to Erik... her new employee. "Well, let's get into the car - I will show you where the base will be, so you can start thinking about organising the place. Don't worry about cash, I have a sponsor who will support us." She said as the two walked into the car. As the car started and Erik started driving, Amethyst Heart had him check the car camera for images of the duo. She then leaned back. "I believe you have many questions. Ask them. But first, tell me what you know about the alien woman from the beach."
Understanding it is his time to leave, Squidlock slinks out with his captive/prize/breeding hole. As he goes, he thinks about where to start, idly teasing the sorceress' pussy with an odd tentacle. There is that old, ruined aquarium that has laid abandoned for years. It would take little to fix up the displays so they could store water for him and his off-spring and it was close enough to the bay that if something went wrong they would have avenues for escape. There was also his first fuck-toy's abode. Not a place to permanently stay, of course but it could be full of useful items he could help himself to. After all, she was going to be far too busy pumping out offspring (and then having more pumped into her) to make use of them anymore. Why let them go to waste?
Each and every one of the men towered over Jenny's petite frame. Even the shortest was still nearly half a foot taller than her. Their eyes burned into her and she grew wet under their gaze. Her eyes darted to the bulges that caused tents in their pants and the woman fought back an urge to mewl. They were all hard for her. They all wanted to fuck her. She couldn't hold back a moan full of anticipation. As the leader spoke the rational portion of her mind spoke up. He'd just confessed! She could blast them all with her power right now! She could send them flying then call the cops! The whole lot of them would be arrested! But the hands on her breasts and ass had her trembling with excitement. God they treated her like they owned her... Jenny just about came at that thought. "NO!" her pussy screamed at her. "It's not enough! You have no proof! You have to let them fill me!" She had the bills they just stuffed between her tits. She could check their serial numbers against the bank's records. See if they were registered as stolen... "Shut up conscience!" "No. I don't." Jenny replied to his question. "You're bad guys, and you're right. You do turn me on. So I'm not leaving. I'm staying. And I'm going to ask you guys to do me a favor." she looked up at the leader with mischief in her eyes as she happily rubbed his cock over his pants. "Will you help me be a VERY bad wife?"
"Indeed. Vanessa Fitzgerald and this...masked woman...appearing in the same place might raise eyebrows." Lawrence nods. "As far as I can tell, your schedule for today is otherwise clear. There's that Vincent fellow's attempt to expand his power, and rumors of a hostile takeover from someone else, but those are emerging problems. Hmmm..." He looks at his notes. "Strange... It looks like there was a report about a disturbance down at your family's dockyard facility, but now that I check, it seems like the report is gone. I couldn't have imagined it, could I?"
"You're one of Fig 8's broads?" The bearded man grunts. "Come inside." He invites her in, leading her, if she chooses to follow him, into the large warehouse space. It's mostly an open space, with some couches and tables scattered around a barrel fire in the center to make it slightly homelier. The music gets louder as she enters, reverberating through the space - and possibly loud enough to obscure other noises, she notes. Several bikers sit and drink in the center, with some scantily clad women dancing atop the tables. Along the side of that central space are two racks with automatic rifles, and a plastic tub filled with pistols - the rocket launchers are nowhere to be found. The man leads her upstairs, to a small office, gesturing for her to sit in one of the plush chairs. He grabs a bottle of liquor from a drawer, taking a swig before offering it to Malady. "Alright - spill. What's your plan to end this war?"
"I suppose I'll have to think on my feet. It wouldn't be strange if I suddenly disappear at the firsr signs of trouble, no?" Vanessa giggles, until Lawrence got to the part about the company. "Tsk, for now, the trouble with Vince, and the chance of a hostile takeover will have to wait until I get the copy of Oscar's will." She clicks her tongue as she slowly finishes her meal. But as her loyal butler seemed troubled, "The docks?" Vanessa raised an eyebrow, "Hmm, I'm no detective, but I'll check it out tonight. Do you remember any important details, like which area in particular the disturbance occurred?"
All those look nice. I doubt they'll just be giving them away though. She didn't fear guns. She could probably heal from that too as long as it was overly concentrated fire getting in seriously fatal shots, but even if she wanted to test like that, it didn't mean bullets still didn't hurt like hell. Given the atmosphere of the room, smokes, cheap alcohol and all kinds of other scents made by the partying it did get her to think that if she released a misama, it wouldn't be easily picked up on. Not heavily concentrated, but most of them seemed drunk enough that something to relax and ease their aggression over time would be useful. As if nervously fidgeting, she placed her hand under the table, leaning forward, in part bending to give them a view of her chest, keeping them focused on what she looked like uptop so they didn't notice her starting to attempt to pump the air full of toxins. "They told me of the conflict, but I want to hear your side of the story first." Trying to keep a straight face and be business like, she knew it was assumed she would probably know what was happening, so she felt it would be better to let them talk and pick up clues, while keeping an eye out for which parts seemed true and which ones seemed revisionist. "For now, you have our attention to at least hear you out. How did this all start and what is it really about?"
Esme turns around to face Azura, grinning. "I'm not the only one, I'd wager..." She slides a hand down Azura's body, before rubbing against the magical girl's damp panties.
As the car heads back into the city, Erik sighs. Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 80 "This again? I should have known you wouldn't drop it." The blonde sees the old man frown. "...Back then, I wasn't a patrol cop whiling away my nights on the beach until I could retire. I was a detective, and that case was handed to me - or at least it was mine for an hour or so." He looks out the window, as if worried that someone could be spying on them. "We found the body - just like you described: Three golden dildos, and not a scratch on her. Before I could really get my investigation started, that's when they showed up - the government agents - black helicopters, some sort of SWAT teams, the whole shebang. They pulled rank on me and took the body with them - calling my superiors and telling me I'd be fired if I interfered in their investigation." He's quiet for a long moment. "One of the agents was a guy I'd known back when I was in the army - a special forces guy named Eddie. He gave me some friendly advice to drop this whole thing - we were dealing with matters 'literally out of this world', he said. I was pretty reckless back in those days, so I ignored his advice, and started following Eddie around. He kept heading to this abandoned bottling plant - with seemingly no reason to do so. I planned to break in and find out what the hell was going on. Turned out that a reporter and a costume named the Blue Streak were interested in what was going on as well, so we all teamed up." Rain patters against the car's body as Erik turns onto the highway. "The night before our break in was supposed to go down, I was woken up by the sound of a pistol being cocked. When I got my bearings, I saw that my service pistol was in my hand, my finger on the trigger - I couldn't move it away, no matter how hard I tried, it was like there was some force holding it there, right against my temple. Looking around, I saw Eddie sitting across the room, looking at me. He said that the only reason I was still alive was because I'd saved his life during the war - if it had been anyone else but him, I'd have been found dead the next morning - a suicide." Back in the city proper, he parks the car and turns to face her. "He left me there - pointing my gun at my head for over an hour, before I could break free. When I got free, I called up my partners to warn them, but got nothing. They found the reporter in an alley - a mugging gone wrong, the papers said. The Blue Streak... No one ever saw her patrolling the city's rooftops ever again." Erik grips her hand, expression grave. "You see know why I really didn't want to tell you this? I got told to drop it - I should have listened."
As they enter the portal and are taken back up to the surface, the blonde moans lewdly. Either option is valid, Squidlock thinks. The aquarium is a good prospective base, and the blonde's magic shop seemed to be a one-woman operation.
"By the time we're done with you, you won't even remember your bitch-ass husband." The leader grins, and then they're on her. Ten men, twenty hands roaming her body, groping and squeezing as they please every inch of her lustful body - the way she's the center of attention for all these dangerous men making her cunt burn with need. They waste no time on foreplay - in moments the blonde is on all fours, all her holes filled with big black cocks, with cocks in her hands as well. (Sorry that that came out poorly)
"It was one of the intake docks, I believe - the ones used for loading and unloading superfreighters." Lawrence answers. "I believe it was actually one of our accountants who raised the alarm, interestingly enough." He taps some buttons. "Strange... As of today, she's been fired."
