Sweat started dripping the blond's temple as she blanked. Her body got hot and suddenly, her pussy, ass and throat itched... she needed something... to fuck her. She started rubbing her thighs, as her pussy started licking sex juices - thankfully, that was unnoticed. She swallowed as she rubbed her head. "I..." an image flashed in her mind. Faye leaned forward, over the desk, her skirt rolled up, her breasts out. She was signing the document, as the woman #$%## was fucking her ass... "Maybe not." She sighted. She was confused. Why was Danny... "Maybe it would be better for me to step away... for some time..." Faye was on her knees, tied, giving a blowjob, looking at the- "Any problems with the deal we have with Arch Corp?" She asked.
"Err, do you know, sir?" She looks past Vanessa to the administrator, who shrugs. "I'll look at the books, but personnel transfers were generally done with no questions asked, and no paperwork kept." The scientist says after a brief pause "I have his address, if you think that'll help - no idea if he still lives there, though."
"Maybe that would be best - you step away and come back when you feel better. You seem a little ill." Danny says, a little bit of concern showing through his stoic demeanor. "As for Arch Corp, it depends on what you mean by problems. Like I said, they've barged into some of our facilities and used them without permission, but they haven't done anything overt, or tried to take any of our research prototypes as of yet."
"Yes, his address might help. I'll try and bring him back on this project... assuming he's willing to do so. Unless either of you object to it?" Vanessa said looking at their expressions while waiting for their answer. "Anyway, that'll be all for now, Professor Cyning. Doctor Lewis, I believe there's another project we'll be touring?"
How did I talk around them? Right, all formal and stiff. "Hello Miss Caruso. I need a favor from you and Mr. Sun. I understand you have access to private medical staff, of a sort. I need to see a doctor discreetly. In exchange, I'm willing to reveal my identity as a show of good faith, and I am also willing to assist Mr. Sun and yourself in your...future endeavors." Hope this works. Don't want to be stuck telling an actual hospital that I had a bar fight or something.
"Good." Faye nodded. "Well, I will leave the company in your hands..." She said as she bid the ma farweel, then called her secretary in.
“Thank you, doctor.” Azura put the card in a hidden pocket. “This is bigger than I imagined. I will need some time to think about what to do next. As for the vial, I think it will be best if I keep it – leaving it here risks turning this place into a target, should anyone get a hint it is here. Any advice about how to best store it?”
Her thoughts turning to the establishment in question, Jenny couldn't help but nod and agree; laughing to herself at the memories. Young and having nothing to compare it to, the Silver Mirage was the spot for all the people their age to party on the weekend. Mostly because they weren't that serious about rejecting IDs that were obviously fake. The twins had frequented the place regularly before they both left home, much to their mother's chagrin, and Jenny found herself shaking her head in embarrassment at how pathetic the place seemed in comparison to Loretta's. Jenny blushed and turned her head in embarrassment at her sister's observation before she downed her own shot of liquor. Her stomach had been sitting empty since her morning meal with Harold, and the earlier wine with the just guzzled shot warmed her empty stomach. Meanwhile the memory of devouring Hammer's cock, coupled with the appreciative eyes upon her had her nether regions warming in time. At her sister's promise though Jenny breathed a sigh of relief; relaxing at the idea that her sister wasn't going to be going overboard. Chastity downed her second shot before she dragged Jenny onto the dance floor. There the sisters moved in rhythm to the pounding beat and Jenny felt more eyes turn on them. Chastity was close to her now, her eyes half shut as her hips swayed from side to side in time to the song. Her short dress twirled about her, hinting at why lay underneath. For her part, Jenny's mind was distracted by thoughts of who was present in the club. How many of them were aware of Duke and how many of them were in league with either Duke or Hammer. It was then that a thought came to her; she could reach out with her powers and probe the minds of those she suspected with ties to the brothers. It was risky, especially with all of the people who where just in the club to have a good time. They would be distracting, more-so since she'd only be able to sense surface thoughts and she could risk getting lost in the general feelings of the massive amount of patrons. But after her blown operation at the bar with Holness and Duke, she wanted to have something to show for the day. Her earlier apprehension of Captain Spark never even entered her mind. Casting her consciousness out across the crowded room, Jenny hoped to 'overhear' any sort of connection to the criminals Hammer or Duke. She also hoped to maintain her mental discipline as every passing second more people turned their attention towards the dancing twins.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 32 "Of course. No, not at all." Cyning writes the address on a piece of note paper, tearing it off and handing it to Vanessa. Neither scientist betrays emotion at her words. "Yes, indeed. Please, follow me." Vanessa is led out of the lab, and across the complex, to a secondary section. Through a layer of glass, Vanessa sees a woman in military garb, wearing a helmet from which electrodes and wires criss-cross a small room. "Our secondary project deals with, as you might imagine from the name, the rewriting of neural pathways to induce various changes in brain chemistry." A young man in a lab coat, the complete opposite of the elderly professor Cyning, approaches. "Proffesor Kurst. Currently we're in phase one of the project - the alteration and deletion of memories. After we've done that, we'll move on to alteration of personality traits." He gestures to the woman in the other room. "The lieutenant here has volunteered to be a human test subject, in exchange for a sizeable cash payment, and the promise that we'll erase some traumatic memories from her time in combat." "You... Helped us when we needed it. Alright, I'll let you see my private physician." Lana agrees. "You remember where to find us, I assume." Danny nods, before laying a hand on her shoulder. "Faye, if you need help, you know you can call me, right?" He says sympathetically, before walking out. Crystal reenters, a bundle of papers in hand. "Here you go, miss. Did you need anything else? "I see the logic in that, yes." Turning, the woman crosses the room, bending over a desk to pull up an item that looks like a briefcase, but thicker and heavier. "This should keep the vial in a neutral temperature environment." Chastity's definition of 'PG' is clearly different to Jenny's - her style of dancing involves sensuously swaying her body to the music, showing off her curves, as she presses herself against her sister in ways that leave 'suggestive' as an understatement. Still, she honors her promise - any man who dares try his luck with the sisters is quickly rebuffed and sent packing. With a hint of embarrassment, Jenny notes that her brazenly slutty sister just turned down more men in a few minutes than Jenny has in the past few days. "A promise is a promise!" She shouts over the din, as their chests rub together. "And besides, these guys look nice, but nothing spectacular yet." As Chastity slides around behind Jenny, her hands squeezing her waist as they move together, the blonde tries to ignore her, swaying along absent-mindedly as she uses her powers, reaching out as she tries to key in on the words 'Duke' and 'Hammer'. Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 69 (Nice)+10 (Telepathy Skill) Spoiler: [/I][/I]Thug's Internal thoughts + Eavesdrop Record[I][I] Shit, them bitches is fiiiine... Spoiler: [/I][/I]Thug's Internal thoughts + Eavesdrop Record[I][I] Jenny zeroes in on a man on the second floor, bald headed and wearing a suit. Beside him, a similar, muscular figure speaks, and through her telepathy Jenny eavesdrops on the conversation, hearing a man from across an incredibly loud building as though she were right next to him. "Stop looking, dude. That's the bitch Hammer claimed - the other one is probably his as well. He finds out you went after her without permission, he'll leave you in an alley half dead - you know how he is about people touching his things." "Really? Then why have I been hearing about some blonde working for Duke? Seems like a match. Besides, Hammer's got better things to deal with - I hear he's having trouble with some job, got hurt." "Firstly, Duke don't count - the two are brothers, and if Duke wants to make money off that broad, the rules don't apply to him. Secondly, Hammer ain't dead or in prison, which means he'll be back - man's near indestructible. When he does, you don't want him hearing you fucked with him." "Whatever, man." The first guy goes back to staring at the Foxx sisters, his mind wandering. Hammer might hear about me messing with his bitch, but he won't hear what me and the boys got planned. Big guy doesn't realise I know when his shipment's coming in - since he's too busy or too fucked up to steal the shipment himself, me and my boys can swoop in and take it. Jenny feels a rush of second hand excitement and self-adulation, and notes the date and time that flashes through his mind - Dock 17, Tommorow night. This is going to be big - none of us street guys have ever had a score so big - the stuff in that shipment's like nothing else. I'm gonna be fucking rich, and then I'll have women like that eating out of my hand. Jenny feels another rush of excitement, this one her own, as she hears about the thug's plans - whatever the 'shipment' contains is too deep in the man's mind to access when she's got her powers spread out across a room filled with hundreds of people, but whatever it is, she gets the sense that the it would give a lot of power to a criminal who possessed it - meaning that the fame she'd get for keeping it out of the wrong hands would be commensurate. Satisfied, the blonde goes to withdraw her metaphorical 'antennae', and make it so that the only voice she hears in her head is her own. Spoiler: Willpower Check D100: 38 Spoiler: [B]Fuck[/B] - Move across this dance floor, tear off that dress and show that bitch what a real man- As Jenny tries to withdraw, she makes the mistake of looking up at one of Hammer's crew, and his thoughts slip unbidden into her mind. Spoiler: [B]Show Off[/B] -Way hotter than my wife. That's Grade A mistress material right there - take her on the jet with me to the beaches of Bangkok, Monaco, show everyone the kind of women a guy like me can get... Again, before she can recover, Jenny meets the gaze of a man in an obviously expensive suit, with flashy jewellery on his wrists, and his fantasy worms its way into her head. Spoiler: [B]Obey[/B] -Girl like that shouldn't be shakin' her ass in a club. She should be at home, an obedient wife, servin' a man like me... An ornery looking older man stares at Jenny, his fantasy of her as his wife the complete opposite of the equal bond she shares with her husband. Spoiler: Worship Fuck, she probably gets all the big, black dicks she could ever ask for... She probably lives for it... To her surprise, the next fantasy doesn't come from a man, but a plain looking woman in the corner, wishing she looked like the Foxxes, as she eyes up the men in the club almost reverently Spoiler: [B]Breed[/B] -Shit, I'd make that girl a broodmare - keep her filled with my cum 'till she had a whole family with my genes A jovial looking man flashes Jenny a smile, his depraved desires hidden by the facade of a normal, 'family man' looking demeanor. Spoiler: [B]Share[/B] -That's my Jenny, eyeing up all these hunks - that's who she is, not this prude she's been turned into. Lady Isis, damn our stupid fucking mother, poisoning Jenny's beautiful mind, making her feel guilty for her desires... She should have been with me all these years, having our pick of the biggest studs on the planet. We were so close in high school, before that hag stole her from me. But she won't win, mistress, I promise. Jenny's already seeing the light, and I have the power to make things right, now. Someday soon- The blonde feels the last fantasy not from the throng of lustful men around the room, but from the woman currently rubbing her breasts against Jenny's back, the telepath feeling her lust, but also sadness - and a strong sense of betrayal directed at the woman who bore them. With horror, Jenny feels her control slipping entirely, and knows what's coming next - the feedback loop, as all the emotions she feels are redirected straight into her own fragile mind. Like a sledgehammer she feels them - the lust, the greed, the submissiveness, the awe, the baby-craziness, the sense of perverted sisterly love, the feelings of the sleaziest, horniest group imaginable all becoming Jenny's feelings, all at once. The loving wife goes weak at the knees, her panties growing drenched and her pleasured cry sounding out even above the thumping music. Chastity's arms become the only thing holding her sister up, as Jenny feels the effects of a devastating psychic backwash. Then, she hears the last voice she'd ever want to hear in her mind - her own. "Remember me, Jenny?" The insidiously playful giggle sounds in her mind for the first time since Doctor Whyte cured her of her illness, and in a panic Jenny uses what remains of her sanity to try close her mind entirely - but it's not enough - the flood gates are open, and something's starting to...! Calm washes over the blonde, as she feels another psychic presence enter her mind. Something serene...loving...joins its strength to Jenny's, and together they manage to close the floodgates, silencing that infernal voice. After a moment of pure panic, Jenny slumps against her sister, once again alone in her overtaxed mind. "Jen, you alright? Shit, you're all pale!" Chastity holds Jenny tight, the concern plain to see on her face. Doing a telepathic diagnostic, Jenny notes that she is indeed alright - the phantom emotions are gone, and though her body is certainly feeling the aftereffects of that powerful orgasm, nothing else has happened. Jenny's stomach rumbles, and Chastity chuckles in relief. "I see - sorry, I didn't know you hadn't eaten. Should we ditch this place and find somewhere to get some grub?"
Feeling that nothing was wrong, Vanessa follows along with the scientists after taking the note Cyning handed over. "Thank you, Professor. And good luck, I hope to see some wonderful results." She said with a smile, before departing to the next lab. "Yes, I suppose the name does give it away." The heiress giggled as Doctor Lewis explained what the next project was about. And as she saw the woman inside, Vanessa raised an eyebrow as she listened to the procedure. "I see. I take it the process takes awhile?" She asked in a curious tone, "Ah, sorry. I am Vanessa, the new owner of this facility. Pleased to meet you Professor Kurst." She then remembered to introduce herself, smiling as she offers her hand for a shake.
"I'm on the way." He hangs up and ventures to Lana's apartment, taking along a set of clothes which suit Calista in a bag. Just in case I need to convince them I'm her.
{You can now introduce Crystal's pic } Faye bit her lip as she took the papers. Her body was shaking with need... She looked at Crystal, wondering if the woman would help her... if the blond asked the secretary to help her with the sexual release...
“Perfect, thank you.” Azura nodded as she looked at the “briefcase”. I will need to hide it somewhere – keeping it at my place is too risky. “That's all I can think of. I will give you a call if there's anything else I need to ask you, but for now I think we are done. It's getting late, so we should let you get some rest. Thank you again for taking the time to meet with us and for all your help – you have been most helpful, doctor.” She finished with a polite bow.
"Yes, yes. Indeed." The woman pauses for a moment, taking a look at Azura as she bows, before her composure cracks a little. "Before...Before you go... You and Sapphira... Are you two...?"
Azura raised an eyebrow at the question. “Are we what? Lovers? No, we're not. We're just friends, nothing more. I helped her rescue a friend of hers, now she's helping me with this issue.” She explained and took a sideways glance at Sapphira.
Kurst takes Vanessa's hand, his gaze rather intense. "Indeed, it's a complicated process. In remolding the subject's neuroplastic layer, we carry the risk of lobotomisation - so we must take things slowly."
"But are the effects permanent?" Vanessa asked in a curious tone, "Say... what if someone in the lab has already achieved great results... and his backers simply decided to use the procedure to wipe away everyone else's memories. Make it seem as if they're all still working on it?" The heiress throws in a wild accusation, trying to see how Kurst, or even Lewis would react.
Lana opens the door as the hero reaches her apartment, looking a little nervous and uncomfortable. "Come in. The, uh, doctor's on his way."
(Sent you a DM) Crystal sees Faye shake, walking sensuously around her boss' desk. "Hey, miss... You've been a really good boss to me these past few years - a great wage, plenty of holidays, and you never ask me to do stuff that's unethical." She caresses Faye's shoulder. "Why don't the two of us take the day off, and have some fun? Call it my way of repaying you."
"Oh, uh... Good. I mean, yes, good." The scientist nods, as Sapphira grins. "Very well, if there's nothing more, I should be getting back to my work - inform me when there's a development."
