The director waits in her office, back facing Nadya as she enters, looking out the window behind the desk. "Ah, Miss Borisov." She turns on a dime. "Tell me, how would you like to test out a new piece of munitions our R&D department has recently cooked up? Specifically, testing it by shooting a vampire?"
Her phone chimes with James' message as she crouches down to avoid the attack by the stun gun. Its constant crackling has her furred ears laying flat on top of her head. As she rises up again Rebecca reaches up for his arm holding the annoying weapon, to dig her claws into his arm and twist to tear. She gets in close to his body trying to hold and push the arm away.
Alicia opened her mouth..then closed. The words wouldn’t come out. Why was she even thinking this? She couldn’t deny how nice it felt to actually be touched. But it was still way to dirty for her to be thinking about some kind of...
@Mazoku James rushed to the alley, looking at the fight going on. Knowing Rebecca's prowess and the general looks of the muscular catgirl, he decided to aid the third woman.
“Normally I would go with something more humble, but... well, the way we're dressed we are guaranteed to attract attention no matter what, and it has been a long time since I indulged myself, so... let's go with fine dining for tonight.” Seres decided after a few moments of consideration.
The man lets out a shrill scream as Rebecca tears apart his arm, stun gun still sparking as it hits the ground. Literally disarmed, the man is helpless. The director's catgirl slashes the throat of her own attacker, though she yelps loudly as he manages to stab her in the thigh with his knife.
Jame's lighting flies forwards towards the van, but it's intercepted by the man who dragged the catgirl inside, who is hit in the chest by the bolt, flying backwards and charring slightly. The redheaded catgirl bursts forwards, trying to escape, but a fourth kidnapper hits pistol whips her and she slumps to the floor. He opens fire with his handgun, firing wildly with his gun in a sideways grip, before the van speeds forwards out of the alley, tires screeching, abandoning the two men still in the alley, one with his throat cut and the other with his arm partially torn off. Even with a blade embedded in her thigh, the catgirl runs after the van, swearing, but can't catch up, and it speeds out of sight.
Imalia leans in slowly, and before long their lips touch lightly, before the dark skinned woman makes the kiss slightly more passionate, though still tame. There's an undeniable intimacy to the kiss, a thrill that Alicia never really experienced when kissing her husband.
Celine nods. "Was hoping you'd say that." She parks in a garage downtown, before walking along the more affluent business districts. Finding a french restaurant with an elaborate and refined decor, and good reviews online, she enters. A young man, probably a college student, works at the front as a maitre'd, and his jaw practically drops when he sees the two women. "G-Good Evening." Celine smiles. "Evening, table for two?" The young man nervously informs them that the restaurant is booked, and they'll need a reservation. Celine grins. "Oh, I'm sure you can find the two of us a free seat, can't you?" The young man blinks nervously. "Errr, I'm not...not sure." Celine winks at Seres, letting her take over the situation.
"Fuck!" Rebecca swears alongside the catgirl after the van passes them by. She drives the heel of her foot into the stomach of the man she had disarmed earlier kicking him to the alley wall. His groan made her feel a little better. She goes to pick up her discarded handbag, slinging it over her shoulder, then running her hands through her hair she collects herself and stares into the muscular back of the Director's missing pet, then shifts her gaze down the wounded thigh. She was bleeding.
Sully sighs. "Goddamn it... You're a wreck. Normally I'd just use you again, but that only seems to make you hornier." He loads his pistol, before driving into the city. They pull up next to a modern and trendy looking bar. "You sure you're okay to do this?"
Seres moved a little closer to the young man. “There really are no empty tables left? You're absolutely sure? Really?” She pouted cutely and gave the man a pleading look. “We were so looking forward to dining here tonight... Is there really nothing that can be done? Nothing a handsome young man like you can do to help a couple of ladies looking to have a good time?” She asked, hopeful.
Taking by surprise again was the fact Imali actually did it. Lightly their lips touched. Soft and full, before she knew it, her lips started to part just slightly allowing Imalia to deliver a drawn out, heated kiss that made the heat rise, Alicia’s body pushing in a bit closer to leave no wasted space between them as Imali, leaning slightly into Imali’s more assertive peformance.
The catgirl grits her fangs as they work on her wound. "Ah, fuck! Yara, my name, urgh, is Yara." Soon, the stab is about as well off as it's going to be. Yara moves over to the disarmed man, but finds him passed out. "Damn it." She kicks him in the same place that Rebecca did. "We should get out of here. I have a place nearby." She leads them a few blocks away, into a small basement apartment. Opening a can of tuna from her cupboard, Yara asks if either James or Rebecca want some.
"It'll be your regular rifle, but the bullet explodes." The director looks back, expressionless. "It explodes on contact with your target, not in your rifle, I mean."
"All right. I'll look like a bad target if we go in together, so let's go in one after the other. If a particularly attractive woman starts hitting on me, follow." He turns off the car and hands her the keys. "You can drive, right?"
"Well, there are a few tables, but I'm not supposed to..." He looks around, blushing as she flirts. "Okay, but you can't tell anyone, okay?" He leads her to a table in the restaurant, and hands out menus, Celine ordering some wine. As the young man walks away, Celine chuckles. "Handled that like a pro. I feel a little sorry for the poor kid. Oh well, tonight I'm keeping you to myself."
Imalia clearly doesn't want to push Alicia to the point that she's doing something she doesn't want to, but the kiss quickly grows more heated. Her arms slip around the nun, their breasts push against each other, and Imalia's tongue moves forwards.
