Under the withering gaze of Kurst, the young man awkwardly scratches his head. "W-Well, this scan didn't come from Century General Hospital, or any hospital for that manner. Here - this little marking? It's kind of like a signature or a watermark - shows that this scan was made at a private clinic called Alsatian. It's a place up in the hills for the elite, you know - richest of the rich types." Vanessa's eyes widen a little - she knows Alsatian. In fact, it's where she had her last MRI, shortly before the 'incident' with Oscar. "A-Actually, I know a guy in their n-neurology department, if you wanted me to, um, have a look." He scratches his head once more.
With a full stomach Jenny sat back in her chair and tried, unsuccessfully, to set her fears aside. She asked a nearby employee to extend her compliments to the cook for a fine meal before she turned to regard her sister. Now kicking herself for overextending her abilities, a pang of regret resonated within her. Chastity had been both enjoying and, by Chastity's loose standards anyway, behaving herself. While at that moment, all Jenny wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed and sleep in Harold's arms, she couldn't help but feel she'd ruined Chastity's fun. "I'm sorry about all of this Chass. If you want we can go back to the party." she offered "With a full stomach I don't think I'll have a repeat incident." Jenny didn't intend on using her powers again that evening. "Or we can head back home. It's up to you, but I don't want to be the cause of ruining your first night here."
Hearing where the scan came from, So he was planning on using it on me? Vanessa thinks to herself, "No, thank you, but you don't have to go that far. Identifying where the scan came from is enough." She shakes her head, going with her gut feeling that the scan belongs to her. Wouldn't want them knowing who that bastard was aiming for. The heiress thinks to herself as takes a deep breath. "So, do you have anything else to show me, Doctor?" Vanessa asked, giving Lewis, and Kurst a smile. I more or less have what I came for. Now I suppose I'll have a look at my new office here, if Oscar had one.
"Are you kidding, sis?" Chastity chuckles. "Thanks to you, I got some good vodka, a nice dance, and a great meal. Don't worry." She squeezes her sister's hand. "Let's get you to bed before your husband wakes up - but you have to promise we'll go out again soon. Our bodies were made for dance floors. And a few other places." She giggles.
"You've seen all the projects currently being worked on, Miss Fitzgerald." Lewis confirms. "There's an executive office suite, but it's stood empty for years, since your predecessor never showed up here. Still, I'll have it made up for you if you'd like - I understand you'll be taking a more hands-on role at the company?"
Jenny gave her sister's hand a gentle squeeze back, although she only managed a half chuckle. While she was certainly willing to go out with Chastity again, her sister had ideas in her head (she surmised) that Jenny just didn't share. "Deal." The pair rose, thanked the staff that was present for their hospitality, and moved to exit the club. Jenny would be happy to get back home.
"Currently being worked on?" Vanessa raised an eyebrow at how Lewis worded it. "Do you mean there's still more... confidential projects currently being planned out?" She asked in a curious tone. "And yes, I'd like to see my office. But as for a more hands-on role, I probably won't be around much. But I would like reports to be sent to me at all times." She said, following Lewis back to the elevator.
Though Jenny can tell a few men are considering trying their luck as the blondes leave, no one works up the courage, and the two women stumble back into Jenny's apartment without incident, Chastity a little tipsy, while Jenny's still not entirely recovered from before. Chastity kisses her on the cheek and hugs her tight. "Night, sis. I love you." She says sincerely, before disappearing into the guest room Jenny prepared earlier. Walking into the master bedroom, she sees Harold snoring softly, blissfully unaware that his wife even went out.
"Well, that's up to you, I believe." Lewis chuckles and dodges the question, before showing her up to the office, a nice, but mostly empty and unpersonalised space. Moving over to check the computer, she sees that it's a default guest account.
"Goodnight Chass, I love you too." Jenny replied. Once inside her bedroom Jenny smiled at her husband before, using her psychokinesis, removed her husbands clothes and tucked him under the covers. She then stripped naked herself and crawled into bed with him. Positioning herself so that one of his arms was laying possessively across her, she closed her eyes and quickly drifted to sleep.
"Hmm." Vanessa frowns as Lewis dodged her question, but for now she doesn't pry further. One thing at a time. She thinks to herself as they make their way into her office. "How nice." She hummed as she saw the simple design, the heiress looks around. Opening the computer, she checks if there was anything hidden in the guest account.
Jenny tosses and turns in her sleep, her dreams a mess of dark skin and strong hands pressing against her body, pulling her towards... The blonde's eyes flutter open as she feels hands on her chest, and immediately, instinctively, she lets out a pleasured moan, before she realises that it's Harold, touching her from behind, his average sized manhood rubbing against her ass. "Morning honey... I was thinking that...maybe we could have some fun?"
She looks around, but there's nothing - just a default account, unclaimed by anyone, ready for someone to take possession of the computer.
Vanessa doesn't bother to make an account, as she doubts she'll be using it. "Alright, everything seems to be in order." She moves away, smiling at Lewis. "Thank you for the tour, Doctor. I hope to hear some wonderful news as we go forward." She said, and unless Lewis had something important to discuss. Vanessa goes to the address Professor Cyning gave her.
The images of her dreams were fading from her mind, but the wetness they caused between her thighs refused to flee with them. With Harold's hands on her breasts Jenny brought her own up to cover his, encouraging him to continue. She craned her neck to give her husband a sultry smile letting him know that she was very interested in the same thing. But there was a nagging in the pit of her stomach as she felt his manhood rub across her ass-cheeks. It felt like there was something wrong with having sex with her husband but she knew that was crazy. Still... "Condom." she said, and the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach subsided.
"Thank you." Sonata enters, following Lana into the flat. "I appreciate the help." He seems at ease, though breathing shallowly to minimize the pain in his chest. "Do you mind if I sit?" He motions his head towards the couch. "It hurts less."
Faye shivered as she felt Crystal's arm. "Oh?" She managed, then swallowed. "What do you have in mind?" She asked.
Typing the address into her car's GPS, Vanessa heads out of the city. Driving up an unmarked path, she finds herself outside Place's house. There's no car in the driveway, and nothing moves except for a few rabbits in the distance.
"O-Ok, honey." He says timidly, rummaging through the bed side table for a condom, and Jenny realises with surprise that he's worried she'll refuse him. She wonders idly what would happen if she'd demanded that Hammer use protection - he'd probably have laughed before going in raw, she imagines. As Harold positions himself for penetration, cock covered by a rubber, the blonde remembers that she once again forgot to buy plan b.
Lana takes him in her arms, eyes softening as she realises he's in pain. "Yeah, yeah, of course." She guides him to the couch, carefully helping him sit. "Can I get you anything? Do anything to help before he gets here?"
