"Is that so?" Vince crosses around the desk to stand close to her. "Funny... This Mentek place, you're the owner, right? So you'd be responsible if anything Oscar was doing got out..."
“Ten? That's not too bad. I believe I already saw one of them, fighting a heroine that tried to reach the gangster, so that leaves nine more unaccounted for. But if the rest of them are like that one, then it should be fine.” Azura nodded as she tried to reassure her new friend. “In regards to the lab, if necessary you can use this meeting as an excuse – if your bosses start asking questions tell them that you met with a person claims not only to have the vial, but also to have somehow sabotaged the lab and you are making sure everything is in order.”
"It is so." Vanessa replied, looking at him as he approaches her. She was just about ready to turn around to leave, until. "You." His threat caught her off guard, "What is it you want to imply?" She frowns at him, wrapping her arms underneath her chest. "Besides, on the off chance Oscar was doing something inhumane, that would have nothing to do with me. Since I've only recently learned I even owned the place." She shot back, careful with her words to avoid confirming or denying that something was going on in Mentek.
"Ah, I know? How about the red light district." He chuckles, cock twitching in her mouth, as he names the crime infested home of prostitution in the city.
Psychana basked in the adoration of the crowd while it lasted and gratefully accepted the paramedic's offer of assistance. When Harold texted her, she couldn't help but smile at his praise. It took her only a moment to text back. |I don't have anything else going on right now, so if they're available and you can set up a meeting that it'd be great! Thanks Hon.| With the authorities firmly in control of the situation, and her publicity served, Psychana shot back into the air and flew for Fitzgerald Industries.
"I saw that on the news, as well. I was surprised a girl that cute could hold her own." She chuckles, before growing serious again. "Right. Well, I can implement your plan - as long as this stays about taking down Chen and my superiors, and not my company as a whole. I can handle the PR side - just as long as you don't get overzealous and sabotage things for me."
"To prove that, there could be a lengthy court case, and all the while, in this hypothetical scenario, the press would be hammering you with baseless accusations." Vince smiles. "Not my publications, of course, but sadly I don't own every news company in town..."
"Uh huh." Vanessa grumbled, "But still, this is all relying on the off chance things do get out." She replied, "Because knowing Oscar, IF, and that's a big if, he was doing something inhumane. Don't you think he'd have ensured everyone involved was tight lipped?" She added, using Oscar's ruthlessness to her advantage. After all, from what she saw down there, no one seemed intent on being a rat.
P.S. Harold adds after responding with the meeting time and place. Chastity says that this 'Psychana girl' is a knockout. Your sister's got good taste. Knock 'em dead, honey. At the company's HQ, she finds a full studio already prepared for her, with camera equipment and an attractive cameraman waiting, beside a lab-coated pair of scientists. "Miss Psychana? Please, let us show you the Mark 1." They lead her to a glass tube, where a garment hangs, seeming rather flimsy and unimpressive. "We've analysed footage of you in action," an old crone scientist explains dryly, as she opens the case, "and determined that your fighting style demands a flexible and non-encumbering garment. Therefore, we've developed a system that uses your body's own latent pschokinetic energy to create a force field - one you won't have to activate or use precious mental energy holding up. Please - try it on." The woman guides Psychana to a change room. The costume fits her well, and looks good, as she does some test poses in front of the mirror. Though on the other hand, as she looks at her whole body, she notes that it's rather...skimpy. With that said, though, the uncomfortable feeling of her current outfit isn't present on this one.
"Hm~" T'yala could only moan in response. She wanted to protest - but there was a delicious cock in her mouth. She continued sucking it with dedication, licking it, tasting it... That was what she was doing lately. That and get fucked.
“I have no interest in destroying your company, unless doing so proves absolutely necessary. I am sure there are at least some innocent people working there who are completely unaware of any of this – no reason for them to lose their jobs due to the mistakes of the higher ups.” Azura reassured the other woman. “So, we have a deal?”
"That's an impressive feat of engineering, thank you." Psychana replied in reference to the force field before moving into the change-room. Donned in the new costume, she checked her range of motion and was pleased to discover the designers had been true to their word and that the costume didn't restrict her at all. While it certainly was 'revealing' there was a growing part of her that liked the idea, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she contemplated the attention she'd get wearing it. While her other costume was by no means 'conservative' this was on a whole other level and she found herself falling in love with it. Finished admiring herself, Psychana stepped out of the change-room clad in her new outfit. "It's wonderful." she affirmed "I love it."
Erik chuckles, before cumming in her mouth. "Only joking, dear." He chuckles, letting her lick his cock clean. "I'll bring you back to base HQ - unless you want to let me know where you live."
After a short session of testing that the shield works, Psychana's brought out to where the photographic equipment's been prepared. She feels a rush, assisted by the drug still in her system, as she feels the thoughts of the photographer and his assistants, lustfully gazing at her body, though keeping their appearance professional. "Alright, let's begin." The photographer smiles, and has her take up a number of standard heroic poses. "Hmm... Perhaps... We could also do a few shots that are a little...risque?"
He reaches out, stroking her arm. "What I've always wanted, my dear." He grins, before pulling her toward him, invading her mouth with his tongue as his pudgy hands grope her, reminding her of Melchett - as his bulge presses against her thigh, reminding her in more ways than one.
"Slupr, ghulp, ghu." T'yala swallowed the cum that filled her mouth. Obiediently, she started licking Erik's dick clean, swoping the cum with her tongue. She loved the taste. As she finished cleaning, she wrapped her lips around his cock and started slowly bobing her head. Her sex juices were slowly flowing down her thighs. Her mind was blank from the climaxes she experienced. She was in such a state of mind, that should Erik ask her any question, she would readily answer - including her civilian identity.
