"Ah!" Vanessa letd out a surprised moan as he touches her waist, still a little jumpy after what happened last night. She hurriedly moves away from Vince, her sudden movements causing her breasts to jiggle underneath her tight dress. "Bastard." She hissed, glaring at him as she blushes a little. Listening to his idea, the heiress sighs, "I don't need a security team." She replied, "Lawrence and I are more than capable of defending ourselves." She added, recalling how Lawrence used to be in the army.
But seriously....what the hell? He had to take a look at it again. It wasn't enough that he had been marked. But why did it have to be so....? He could only look down to see the mark against his hardened abs. Still there. A reminder of that day. Spoiler: That day.... The softness pressed. The warmth felt against him, still frozen taken by surprise. Not even sure of what had happened, before he felt those thighs against him. The reaction instinctual. The growing hardness that even the suddenness of the situation couldn't suppress his body's reaction. "I haven't seen such a man in a long time. Why won't you become mine?" "Bitch. Who the hell are you?" "Isn't it obvious? I'm your queen. Now. Be a good boy- "What even are...get off!" "Oooh shy, aren't you? Well- "Bitch! I said get off!" That moment. Her face so confident and proud frozen with her mouth agape with surprise as his palm and fingers touched. But there was no gentleness. No exploration. The full force of a sudden shove. He had did the same things he used to do. He didn't think about it. But the moment said enough. The sound of a hard thud as she hit the ground. Facial muscles completely frozen, not believing what had just happened. "Y-you...do you have any idea what-" "Okay, skank. Tell me who the hell you are and what the fuck you're doing in my room then get the hell out." "...you're saying no to me?" She couldn't process it. But the demoness's face had darkened. "Nobody. Nobody has ever refused me." "Great. Now just- "I WILL FEED YOU, YOUR OWN-" The ear splitting shriek of the woman had caught him off guard, but it was short lived. Her face going back to trying to act confident and in control. "...but no. Of course, this has to be punished, but maybe that will be part of the fun. Such wild and stupid impulse....truly free. Just doing whatever you want....I love it, but you really should control yourself in front of your betters, you know?" "You're really not getting the get the hell out part, are you?" "Fufu-perhaps....this can still be fun." Ever since...some weird bitch had broken into his room. That mark..... He still couldn't believe or understand any of it. He had learned a lot since then. From what he had grasped trying to dig up what information there was, there was some kind of contract demons could invoke between human hosts to serve them. The idea of demons existing wasn't even the most insane thing with everything else that happens in this city, but it was still hard to imagine. But....with all the weird as shit superpowered people, they're were probably some like demons, even if they weren't real ones.....but there were actual known witches as heroes, so magic must be a thing. But still.....while not the most out there thing in this city's history, it was still hard to imagine. As much as he tried to discern what it all meant, he was cut off at hearing the knocking and putting his shirt back on. "Hm, yeah...." Not really giving much of an answer or a promise, he was still focused on a lot of other things on his mind for now. As far as he was concerned, he promised to avoid starting any, but he wasn't going to puss out if the opportunity was put in his way. "...I was going out anyway." It wasn't really something he could talk about to anyone, for obvious reasons. It wasn't like him, but he felt that he would have to go back to where it all began. If he could get some clues to who that woman was, that would probably be more to work with. That day had started like the usual. Beating the shit out of those wannabe gangster losers. He didn't go out of his way too. But they were always stopping him on his way home. And for every jaw he broke, there was always another the next day that seemed to think it would be different for them. He couldn't even remember what they looked like, but one of those losers who hangs out in those alleys must have seen this woman before.
(I have no idea how to demonstrate speaking in a rushed manner.) Damn these nerves! That'll never be good enough! I'll have to beg them to let me try again and-- Did I hear that right? "Thankyousomuchsir!" Calista can't contain her excitement. I'm going to be officially signed! I can't believe it! Her emotions almost overwhelm her enough to hug Vince. Almost. She spends the next hours working on recording whatever backing lines, harmonies, etc. the engineer needs for her song. Afterwards, she'll have a quick look around the building for Lana, Lee, and any other artists to share the good news with, wanting to get to know her new coworkers. [edit: spelling]
“That's what I thought...” Azura nodded. “Alright, how do we do this?” (Sorry, not much else to say here.)
"Very well." The officer will hear a very wet pop as one of Squidlock's tentacles detach, slithering down his shirt... and then starting to merge with his body. It will give the officer a taste of his power... but of course, Squidlock neglected to mention that taking in his flesh will also bind the cop's will to his own.
Alone, Jenny rubbed the money between her index, ring and thumb and felt a sense of... accomplishment? She'd just fucked ten guys, she'd made them cum. Her! They'd used her as a sex object and god-damn-it felt good! And when they'd left the head guy had said next time they wouldn't go easy on her... "Next time." Jenny shivered in excitement. The high from her orgasm faded however, the gnawing guilt and shame in her gut started to eat away at her. "Oh God." she thought "What have I done?" As she lay on the floor, the young wife felt like vomiting. "How did I let this happen?" she wondered. She fought back the panic. Now was not the time to break down. She had to clean herself up and get home! Jennifer looked out a window and saw that it would be dusk in an hour or two. She'd spent nearly a whole day being fucked senseless by Hammer and ten other men whose names she didn't know. She hadn't even asked! Jenny rose to her feet, still clad in her platform heels and found her dress discarded on the floor in a corner. She had to find a shower and clean up. Then she had to get home to her husband. Her husband... Fuck! She slid the dollar bills between her fingers again and a thought hit her. The guys just said they'd come back from a big score, if these were some of the stolen bills then she'd have evidence! Maybe she could justify what she'd done afterall. But she had to get home. With her muscles still weak, dress in one hand and cash in the other she climbed the stairs to find a shower.
"Defending yourselves? A young thing like you, maybe, but that old man?" He laughs. "I'm sure you are, but you never know..." The businessman lets her retreat, smirking as he hears her moan. "Just be careful - if one of us goes, the other is sure to follow. In fact, it might be worth making a little...arrangement...in case the worst should happen."
Vanessa frowns as Vince spoke, but she manages to keep her mouth shut. After all, bragging about your cards is a good way to lose them. "I know that, besides, you're not the one being targetted by a private military, and a villain for hire." The heiress replied, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "And? What arrangement did you have in mind?" She decides to ask just to show she's willing to cooperate to keep the company as is
"Oh, I see." Valentin's mother frowns, a hint of guilt on her face as she blames herself for her son's delinquency. "Alright, honey, just be careful. And no fighting, please." Before he can protest, she leans in to kiss his cheek, and departs. Sitting alone in his room, the boy's thoughts draw back to the mysterious demon, the way she'd gazed into his eyes like a predator, wondering why she'd chosen him, and for what. An hour later, in an alley, the delinquent finds what he's looking for. "A little dangerous to be going around dark alleys, don't ya think, kid?" Turning, Valentin sees a street punk approaching him. Spoiler: Thug "You know how this goes, kid. Wallet and phone, if you like having your teeth stay where they are." Drawing close, the thug frowns. "Goddamn pretty boy... You know what? I'm gonna rearrange that smug face of yours for free!" Raising his fist, the thug closes to attack. Before Valentin can react, though, there's a blue and white flash, before the thug goes flying against the bricks of the alley wall, something inside him cracking audibly, before he falls to the ground, out cold. Where he stood before now stands a superheroine, fixing her blue hair as she rolls her eyes at Valentin. Spoiler: Heroine "Dumbass kid." She sneers. "Don't you know not to go into dark alleys? If I wasn't here, that guy would have eaten you for Goddamn breakfast. I swear, I don't know why I bother saving punks like you." Unaware of Valentin's power, the woman chastises him.
Calista hadn't imagined that recording a song professionally would be quick, but damn, she hadn't imagined it could be this slow, either. Still, after several more hours, she feels proud - she's created something that will eventually come together to become her first single. Heading through the building, she spots Lee at a vending machine, crouching down to get a drink, and flashing Calista a smile as he sees her. From the relaxed pose of his body, and the way his brow is comfortably unfurled, Calista guesses confidently that this is the 'chill' version of the singer. "Hey!" He approaches her as they make eye contact. "I remember you from yesterday, you're, uh... I don't think I got your name. Are you okay? You seemed pretty shaken up, last time we met." He gazes at her, ostensibly to check how she's holding up, though as he does, she remembers his other half calling her hot.
Several Hours Later "Oof..." Sapphira breathes, as the sun gets low, bathing the city outside the window in orange light. "Alright, that's enough for today - I'm tuckered out from all those spells. That little flash you started to feel at the edge of your consciousness when I cast? Start looking out for it when you're exposed to magic. The more you get used to it, the easier it'll be to spot. It'll take time." She rubs her temples. "Oh crap - migraine." The blonde closes her eyes to avoid the glare from the sun. "This always happens when I cast too many spells in a row." She groans.
"Wait, what the fuck is-" The cop shouts in alarm, but too late. By the time he's truly noticed it, it's already burrowing beneath his skin. "What did you do to me? I feel...I feel..." Eyes widening in surprise, the cop feels his muscles rippling, the bulge in his pants growing in size. "I feel...good." He grins.
For the second time today, Jenny steps into a rich criminal's postmodern bathroom, water and soap washing away the smell of sweat and cum from her skin, though even after every inch of her skin is clean, part of her still feels dirty - and she can't say it's a wholly unpleasant feeling. Clad in a towel, Jenny walks out of the bathroom, finding her communicator where she hid it before getting in the shower, the tiny object a reminder of her husband, waiting nervously for her back at headquarters.
"I was just thinking... If something happens to you or I, our shares go up in the air, up for grabs by anyone with the money and the right timing. But..." He smirks. "If you and I were connected legally... Say, married... The shares of one of us would pass to the other, keeping the company in friendly hands." He doesn't have to mention the other part - being married to a Fitzgerald would cement his influence further, as well as let him achieve his more carnal ambitions.
The threats of this thug had him respond the only way he does when faced with the threat of danger. Smiling. Reaching for his wallet, he got it out of his pocket, but instead of then delivering it, he held it tighter. “Come and get it.” …… “Ah, dammit!” His bravado fell flat as the revelation came to mind. “I can’t fight you. I promised my mom I wouldn’t.” “Wh-wha-“The thug had to blink for a moment, but it vanished quickly as he was subdued by the sudden entrance of some woman. This woman. Valentin felt like he was supposed to know who she was but couldn’t think of it. Instead he could only take a look at her work and say the first thing out his mouth. “Thanks. Mom would have killed me if I sent someone to the hospital right after I said I wouldn’t.” The look on his face of absolutely zero concern like this would be common knowledge and more worried about the idea of being in trouble with his parents then the threat of being mugged. Definitely not the kind of reaction a normal civilian would have.
"Cocky little bastard, aren't you?" The woman frowns, taking his underwhelmed reaction as youthful bravado. "If you're not careful, kid, someone will make you put your money where your mouth is someday." She bends her knees, preparing to leap up to the rooftops.
"Is that... so." Vanessa replied in utter shock, at the fact he'd suggest marriage so openly. "I see you haven't lost your humor after all these years." She said as she holds back her laughter, and rage. "Don't worry, if you do happen to die. I'll make sure to buy out your shares as fast as I can... in your memory of course." The heiress forces a smile on her face, "Now, unless you have any other bright ideas. I think we're done here."
“Tch. A pansy like that would have been nothing.” He didn’t seem at all concerned, but as she was about to make her exit, it occurred to him. “Wait! Have you seen these guys hanging around a weird chick lately?” He wasn’t sure what else to say as he asked the question.
Calista idly wonders what the final version of her debut song will sound like and when it will be released as she wanders the floor. Spotting Lee's enchanting smile as the man walks to her, she feels a renewed sense of anxiety, though for a very different reason than earlier. "H-hi. I'm Calista Otero. Um, thank you for comforting me yesterday. It really helped. I'm glad that Lana was found so quickly, and by a superhero too! You were right that I didn't need to worry! How's your eye? Are you and Lana okay?" Catching his stare, Calista feels blood rush to her cheeks as she remembers what she overheard as Sonata. She can't help but puff out her flat chest in a clumsy effort to look more attractive. She continues, gaining confidence as the two of them talk. "I just finished recording for my first single today! Mr. Postlewaithe said that he'll make sure to keep my contract with the company. The last few days have been wild."
