“What might those be, I wonder...” Azura mused aloud before finally going quiet, allowing Esmerelda to continue with the massage... and anything else she had in mind.
A few minutes later, the three of them are packed into the vehicle, speeding through the streets as they try to make distance. Some police cars roar past them, but they pay no mind to Vanessa's vehicle, heading in the direction of the docks. Finally, sure they're not being followed, or at risk of being reacquired, they permit the car to slow, as Vincent lets out a long sigh. "Damn... Well that was an experience I don't really wanna repeat. Who the hell was that brat? Oscar's kid, or something? I didn't think he had any. He wasn't married or anything." Lawrence grunts, nursing his wounds. "That's hardly a prerequisite, sir." Vince sighs. "Whatever, now we have to worry about where to go from here. If we just head to our homes, they could come after us again."
"I don't know..." Esmeralda lets her hand crawl upwards, underneath the skirt. "Maybe something like this?" Suddenly, Azura feels a rush as a digit dips underneath her panties, sliding between her ass cheeks. As the other woman continues the massage with her free hand, Azura feels the finger rubbing around her rim, pressing just hard enough to make the girl's body yearn for what's to come.
As they seemingly got away, Vanessa lets out a relieved sigh. "I don't know who that brat was, but it's as if he's too old for his body." She grumbled, wondering if Oscar found a way to move his consciousness to another body. "Either way, you're right, now we need to find a place to hide." The heiress mumbled, "Some place they'd never expect to find us... though hiding in the same location also makes it so if they do find us, we're done for again." She said in an exhausted tone, "I propse we split up, and just remain in contact every few hours to know that nothing's wrong."
“Ooohhh... that feels... nice...” Azura moaned as she felt Esme's finger tease her. She attempted to make it sound like she meant the massage, but anyone would be able to tell that was not it. “Go on... more...” She half-moaned and half-begged, yearning for more. She would have lifted her ass up to offer easier access, if not for the redhead still straddling her.
Giving a cautious look around, Squidlock replied, "That is what we would like to confirm, ma'am. It seems she has drawn the attention of a rather dangerous party recently and has been hard to contact directly as a result. We thought she might try to lay low with her closes relatives but, if that is not the case, do you have any means of reaching her in an emergency?"
Don't like this. She actually cares. After a moment's pause, he says "Not badly. Just bruises. He threw...balls of force. Had a black and gold jumpsuit." He struggles to remember his goal through the mental fog. Giving "his" sister a sorrowful look, he continues. "There's more, but I--can we talk alone?"
"Heh. You're not so nervous when I do this, are you?" Esmerelda chuckles, before Azura feels her finger press forward, past her walls, exploring into her tightest hole.
Sarah goes white. "Linda's in trouble? I... No, she's not staying here, but... I have her phone number, that's the only way I know to contact her. When she's not crashing here, she can be a little hard to find." The woman turns, crossing to a nearby table and bending over as she grabs a phone. "Honey, who is it?" The husband calls out from the living room, as she returns to the door. "H-Here, if Linda's in trouble, I..." She activates the phone, but pauses short of typing in the password. "Wait... Can I see some ID, please?"
"Well, hic, he'll get a bullet for every bruise." The woman finishes her glass, before raising an eyebrow. "Err, sure. Follow me." Standing from the seat, she begins walking towards a door at the back. "Normally you don't want to see hide nor hair of me. This guy really gave you a scare, huh?" She says as she walks, her voice level, but teeming with some emotion under the surface that she can't really hide due to the inebriation.
"Alright, we'll drop you off there. We have safehouses of our own." Vanessa replied as she drives with the directions Vince gives.
Sonata follows, the nigh-unbearably loud music hopefully beginning to fade into the distance. "He was strong. Real fuckin' strong. Cut everyone down in seconds. Couldn't get away." His voice cracks at the end, as if he was sobbing, but no tears fall from his eyes.
Using her distraction to get the phone, Squidlock wedges himself in the doorway (and takes a second to admire her full ass when she bends over). A momentary smile twitches across his lips as he replies, "But of course." He puts his hand in his jacket pocket and mutters a quick sleeping spell under his breath before bringing his hand out again, glowing slightly with green magical energies, to press his fingers against her forehead.
Azura buried her face in the pillow to muffle the moan that came out of her mouth as the finger entered her back door. She couldn't help it, she loved it when people played with her butt like this; already she could feel her body responding, her arousal growing, and her pussy getting a little wet. “Mmm!~” She let out another muffled moan and relaxed her back door to make it easier for the redhead.
"And we'll need to convene soon - we can't just wait for them to strike again." Vince grunts, rubbing his bruised eye. "We need to go on the offensive."
She leads him into a small private lounge, just a room with a couch and a small table. Spoiler: Deception Roll D100: 67 "Swearing? Come on, that's not like you, choir boy." The woman chuckles, mercifully not looking straight at his face. "Hey, don't worry about it. Like I said, we'll find this guy and end him. No one hurts my kid brother." She wraps her arms around the hero and pulls him in for a reassuring hug.
"And how do you propose we do that? I don't suppose you also have a super under your employ? Like that fat kid, and Hammer?" Vanessa asked, Vince's suggestion prompting her to think of how hit back against the chubby boy.
