Evil Genius - the underdogs strike back! (RP)

The man frowned.

"No banter? How disreputable today's brats are." The man sighed annoyed. "Listen. Banter, name-calling, joking and boasting is basic in 101 evil villains. If you can't even do that, you choose the wrong job to work in."

 

Why am I not surprised? Mistress Victory rolled her eyes and waited to see if the pair would go beyond kissing.

 

The two took it slowly, hugging each other, rubbing against each other.

Slowly, the brunette pinned the blond against the wall and pushed her leg between blond's tights...

 

Mistress Victory decided to exercise some patience and watch the pair for a bit longer.

 

The blond arched, with a loud moan, as the brunette slowly went down, pulling the blond's dress down. She then stood again, and continued kissing, as she slowly started taking of the blond's bra.

 

"Well..." She addresses her minions. "I won't lie to you. Our first mission was a clusterfuck." She sighs. "Still, we've learnt important things for next time. For example, we need to be better at coordinating with each other."

 

The Vixen continued her speech and while it was a pretty speech, she was not too talented in speeches. But pheromones sure did they thing, raising... hmm... morale (totally not being turned on) of her minions.

Also, the scientific statistics showed, that minions life sucked. So failure was no surprise, so no biggie there.

 

"Look, guys, we'll regroup and think of something else." She smiles. "In the meantime, go out and have some fun, to get your mind off of things!"

 

The minions cheered. There was no alcohol so they started celebrating in their favourite way - they started making out. In pairs or in groups, they moved around the base and started kissing each other passionately. Vixen had no doubt it would soon escalate.

 

Mistress Victory kept watching patiently, waiting for the pair to take off their clothes.

 

As the blond lost her bra and panties, she closed her eyes and enjoyed - the brunette slowly fell on her knees, kissing the blond's breasts, stomach, and finally giving attention to her pussy.

As the two were enjoying each other, Mistress Victory noticed someone, sneaking towards the duo.

 

Hmm? Who is that? I don't remember seeing her before... Since she had not been spotted yet Mistress Victory remained quiet and kept watching, but prepared her new gun, in case the newcomer tried attacking the pair.

 

The woman stopped near the minions, licked her lips as her hand traveled between her tights, fingered herself then licked her fingers. She then unsheathed her sword, and slowly made her way in front of the blond - who still had her eyes closed as she enjoyed the brunete.

 

Still not sure what was going on and who was the woman with the sword, Mistress Victory took aim at the newcomer as best she could and waited to see what would happen next.

 

As Mistress Victory waited, suddenly, the newcomer's sword moved. It wasn't inhumanly fast... just fast.

The blond gasped, her final gasp and slumped, as the sword pinned her to the wall, the blade sinking between her breasts.

Before she could realise what was happening, the newcomer grabbed the brunette by the hair, forcing her to stand and pressed the sword to her back.

 

The fuck?! Mistress Victory shot at the newcomer. Then a couple more times, for good measure.

 

Grinning, Vixen removes her dress and strides out among her minions.

 

Mistress Victory took aim and took her untrained aim she took a shoot at the unmoving target at her back - throwing in the twenties on D20 and scoring sneak attack - hitting the woman square between shoulder blades.

The woman stiffened, let go of the minion and her sword then started shaking, moan escaping her.

Mistress Victory took five more shoots, just for a good measure. Two of those shots missing as she repeatedly pulled the trigger (not panicking at all), and the third hitting her own minion - who promptly fell on the ground in orgasmic convulsions. The newcomer collapsed next to her, her body arching, her eyes rolled back and liquids flowing from between her tights.

 

Some of the minions openly admire their box - the Vixen - but none is brave enough to make the first move.

 

Sitting in an elevated position like a monarch, though the effect is hampered somewhat by the fact that the warehouse is filthy, Vixen watches the debauchery of her gang.