"Hmm, I doubt that's a coincidence. Alright, you check up on her and see why she was fired. I bet whoever did it framed her for something. But I suppose your keen eye will see through that, won't it?" Vanessa giggles as she finishes her meal, "Right, if it looks fishy, give her her job back. If it's too risky, send her a letter that we're looking into it instead." She said as she gets out of bed, "Mmh, now then, to prepare for our trip to the bank." Vanessa giggles as she heads to the bathroom to take a quick shower, and pretty herself up. After that she wears one of her usual dresses, attaching her special collar to her fur coat while waiting for Lawrence to prepare the car.
The guy shrugs, taking a swig of his bourbon. "You'd have to ask the other side about that. We were minding our own business at our clubhouse, just the other night, when some fucker from the Death's Heads comes to our door, sayin' that we've got one day to pack up and leave, or they'll kill us. He ran, and we chased him, but he disappeared - then, while we were distracted, some asshole started a fire in the back of the clubhouse - nearly sent the whole place up in flames." He takes another swig, before continuing. "So we armed up, and went after them - shot a rocket into their clubhouse and everything - thing worked beautifully, thank you very much." He grins.
"Indeed." She finds her butler outside with his car. "You...really do seem to be in a good mood, this morning, if I do say so myself."
"Fufu, why thank you Lawrence." Vanessa hums, "Mmh, let's just say that last night's stress relief was a lot more... fun than usual." She gives him a smirk as they drive to the bank. Once there, Vanessa exits the car, fully prepared to be bombarded by cameras as she makes her way inside. She asks for the lock box in her name, while keeping watch of her surroundings for anyone that seems suspicious.
I have to go and wipe them out now? That's...a lot of work. On the other hand, if they were being aggressive trying to push into territory, it would only be a matter of time before they start pushing into her territory. "If that's true...it does raise a problem. While I'm only here to broker an optimal deal....there is another option on the table. I'll let you in on a little secret....I have my own gang that's trying to set up in the area as something of a....side business. A mutual defensive alliance between a few of the gangs in the area might be an effective deterrent as a coalition against the Death Hand's to stop their expansion. Of course....I can't exactly go to 8 and tell him about getting involved more than I'm supposed to for any of the major hardware. If you're willing to help supply and gear up a few other groups out of mutual defense interests and if that doesn't work...to just wipe them out entirely in total war, that would be an option, pooling finances between gangs together and being able to operate without any problems in each other's area." She gave the proposal, rembering David mentioned the other gang he was going to seek an alliance with. While Malady's people were small, she still had powers and the full force of three gangs combined should prove effective if it comes to it. "If that doesn't interest you, we can go through the regular process of pushing for a sitdown on neutral ground, and discussing rules of engagement."
"I, uh, see." Lawrence ignores the implications of that statement, focusing on the road. Opening the car for her, Vanessa is pleased to see that though she's attracting some looks, there's no papparazzi lying in ambush for her. Inside the bank, she's greeted by a jovial man in a suit, who moves to guide her to the safety deposit vault below ground. He's eager to be helpful to such a rich client, guiding her through the various biometric scans, before leading her to the box in her name. Before she can open it, though, Vanessa hears a loud crash from the main floor above.
Vanessa puts up a smile as the suited man, probably the bank manager escorted her. And just as she was about to open the box, "Tsk, really now?" She grumbles, "No time." She hurriedly opens it before she's interrupted. "Say, there must be a hidden exit here, yes?" She asked her guide, as she checks the box' contents.
"Probably be a good idea to set up the base first," he half mutters to himself and half to the blonde as he continues to tease her cunt, "You need to be settled in after all, since you would be surprised how quickly an eldritch impregnation can go. I'm told they feel just as pleasant coming out as they do going in, by the way. And if I'm going to loot your stuff it only makes sense to have a place to store what I take..."
"Then I think we can work something out. I have my people working on a joint alliance with some other groups, as we speak. Being involved on our side of it, is going to be for the best. We maintain a mutual defense, and help each other make money. We can go over the more difficult details after we have the arrangements properly in place." Going through the process of talking about mundane things like the proper arrangements, it wasn't overly interesting and she tuned out of listening to herself as time went on.
{Very mysterious story } "Of course, I wouldn't leave it." T'yala listened to the story, her face turning grimmer as it progressed. She did hear of heroine Blue Streak, and tried to remember if there were any news that could justify her disappearance. The good news in all this... was that she choose the right man for her team. "The government... those who claimed the body, is not that interesting to me... more than that, I am interested in who killed my countrywoman in the first place." She paused. "You see... pure gold, is the weakness of my kind... with one exception. The gold dildos have blocked her powers and turned her on, making her climax, almost constantly. I think that was what killed her. Exhaustion from dildos. Someone knew how to take her down... that's the person I am looking. Do you maybe remember anything from the crime scene that could help us? Her identity? something about the shape of dildos - like engravings?"
Jenny was out of her mind with lust. With a cock in every hole and her body being the plaything of these random men orgasm after orgasm after orgasm tore through her like a tidal wave. They used her like a sex toy and she loved it. Her natural psychic abilities picked up their lust and fed it into her mind, fueling her own. As cock after cock after cock pounded into her she came over and over again in what was a seemingly never-ending wave of pleasure. At one point one of the men had his member buried down her throat, her hand was on his abdomen supporting herself while another slammed into her pussy, flooding it with his cum. Her eyes locked on the diamond on her finger, and while her conscious mind had long since shut down, the image triggered something in her unconscious and she climaxed harder than at any point in her life. Her dress had quickly been discarded, and none truly cared where it had gone. At one point she became cognizant of a man filming the gang-bang with a studio movie camera, but it only increased her arousal. She was the object of desire for these men, and they were going to watch this over and over again, possibly while they fucked her senseless at some point in the future. Jennifer Foxx loved it. (Not at all. It jumped straight to the action!)
"Err, not here in the vault..." The man flinches as he hears the sound of gunfire and another crash upstairs - Vanessa guesses that someone fired a warning shot into the roof, and it knocked down a chandelier. "But yes, on this level. Please, let's go - criminals musn't be allowed access to someone of your stature." Opening the box, Vanessa glimpses assorted papers - there's no time to check in detail, but it looks like what she's here for. The man leads her out of the vault, and towards a brick wall, which opens up once he uses a keypad. "Please, madame, make haste!" He encourages her to climb the ladder on the other side of the wall.
"P-Please...don't..." The blonde moans, regaining her faculties, but only slightly. Heading across town to the old aquarium, he's pleased to see that it's big and quite advanced in its design, at least for a husk. The aquarium was envisaged as a high-tech landmark, and was highly funded, before politicians began to embezzle all the funds. It'll do quite well, he thinks. The only problem are the handfull of barrel fires he can see through the broken windows - evidence of squatters.
"Alright." Vanessa wastes no time in grabbing the papers, storing them in her fur coat's pockets. She then follows the manager to the hidden exit, Damn it, they're really gunning for me, huh? She thinks to herself, Or my company. Bastards, if they think I'll let them take it without a fight, they have another thing coming. She frowns as they stop by a brick wall, which soon opens up. "Thank you." She nods, heading to the ladder, she uses her olympic levels of physical strength to hurriedly climb up the ladder, peeking her head up top to see if the exit was clear.
"Who the hell are you, exactly?" The biker takes another swig, looking her up and down. "You don't look like one of Fig's people. That outfit... It mean you're working with the triads, or something?" He mistakes the nationality of the kimono.
Thinking back, T'yala can't remember much about Blue Streak. She had a short career, before simply not being seen in costume again. "Shit. So you think whoever killed her might com after you? Sorry." He shakes his head. "I just didn't get enough time with the body - no autopsy or anything. Wait... There was something. A tattoo on her ass. I remember because it looked like it had been done recently - maybe just hours before her death."
“No. I’m from-“ ….where the hell was from actually? It seemed like a stupid question, but it honestly had never came up or been covered that much. That gave her another thought. Does that mean if issues were still being produced that dictated her actions before they happened? But that would cover her world…so…that meant what? She still existed in her world? So was she some kind of paradox then? She’d definitely need to start reading later. While she questioned it, it didn’t do much for the current situation. “I’m from Istrosos.” She actually wasn’t too sure what the culture or language equalivent was here, but she spoke anyway. “I’m expanding my empire here and developing mutual partnerships. Don’t worry about the small details. What matters is what I can do for you. I can help you win a war.”
{sorry, for short reply, this time} T'yala smiled. They had something! As the duo arrived at the warehouse, she asked Erik to recreate the tattoo. After he gave her the drawing, she left the man to set up the base, with a credit card he could use to pay. After that, she returned to her office and prepared and started checking on both clues - the tattoo and the fragment left by the students.
"You like this, bitch? You like black cock down your throat?" Finally, Jenny is on her knees, kneeling before the last man, tasting his length inside her. Without any prior thought, she moans out a muffled agreement. "Ypph!" A powerful hand spanks her ass, leaving a red mark and flooding her senses with pain and pleasure. "You add a sir on the end of it when you talkin' to us, bitch." One of her lovers orders. "Ypph Spphr!" She moans onto the cock in front of her. http://img2.thatpervert.com/pics/post/webm/overwatch-porn-r34--generalbutch-6492024.webm Finally, she's pulled off of the cock in front of her and turned to face the rest of them - kneeling in front of the ten men as they watch her with hands stroking their cocks, ready to spray their delicious seed all over her. Her every hole has tasted their cum, but as she looks up at them, she realises she still wants more - might always want more. The camera is pointed at her beautiful, soiled face. "Alright, slut, time for the finale. Just one last thing for you to do - hold up that wedding ring and tell the world how much better our cocks are than your husband's."
