"!" Faye's body arched forward, as the thick strap-on suddenly pushed her forward. At the question about hiring the man, she did not answer - and seemed to be hasitating enough, to let the pair know that she wouldn't hire Nate agtain.
Groggy, Jenny sat up in the bed and swung her legs over the side. It was late and she knew she had to get home. Her efforts tonight had been a total disaster, she hadn't gained any worthwhile information on Duke's operations despite a prime opportunity and there was no way she could justify her affair to herself after that. But at least she hadn't blown her cover, so she might very well gain another opportunity. But the longer this mission went on the greater her chance of discovery, or worse yet: Duke or Hammer finding out her alter ego. And the blissful feeling she had taking Holness cum in her did little to appease her guilt. Even if it felt damn good physically. At the older man's touch, a not unpleasant jolt ran through Jenny, and she found herself letting the older man explore her body with his hands. She turned back to him and gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm afraid Your Honor, that I have no background in the Secretarial sciences... And I'm not sure how much work you or I would get done if I looked into the job." She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for the offer though, and for the evening. It was wonderful." She rose from the bed then, and set about to replace her lingerie. She had to get home, her husband would undoubtedly be worried.
"Disappointing... Alright, then..." Brooke grins. "We'll take our satisfaction another way." The two pound her body for what seems like days, before finally leaving. Some time later, Kizuhara enters the room, eyes widening as she sees Faye. "Oh my... Are you alright?" She goes to help the blonde.
"Alright, hopefully this will lead to a wonderful partnership." Vanessa smiles as she shakes their hands. And unless the two supers had anything more to discuss, she heads to the bartender to ask for their numbers, then decides to pay for the two heroes drinks for the day. After that, she heads to the safehouse to tell Lawrence what's happened.
Nate and Brooke left Faye in the pool of bodyfluids. Her body was marked with slap marks, whip marks, bite marks... Her hands were cuffed behind her back, her mask lay somewhere to the side and her orifices were staffed with vibrating dildos. It took some time, but finally Kizuhara found half concious woman. She removed the dildos- But before she could do anything else, one of the guards entered. The woman unceremonially locked a collar around Faye's neck and attached leash to it. "You still have one more guest to service." She said as she unceremonialy pulled the leash, making Faye stumble on her heels as she followed. The duo left Kizuhara, as the guard wished her a good night and fun during the party - while she lead Faye to the limo - where she meet a familiar driver. The guard handed him a leash and left.
“Mmm, so good! Thanks, Sapphira, I needed that!” Azura leaned back in her chair and gave her fellow magical girl a grateful look. “Alright, now that I have recharged I am ready to go. Just let me know when it is time.” She announced. “Until then I will check the news and see what, if anything, they are saying about the incident at the chemical plant. By now the media must have heard about it.”
Having slipped close enough to her that her reach can't help her, Sonata tries to deliver a series of punches to her stomach. Through choked breathing, all he can say to answer is "He's...fine."
"That's a shame... Well, look me up if you're ever in legal trouble. I'm sure we can work something out." Holness gives her ass a squeeze as she leaves, but otherwise lets her go unmolested. Downstairs, Duke is long gone, but the driver remained, handing her an envelope after the car pulls up outside her building. Inside, the blonde sees more money than she and her husband make in a month. Wrapping her coat tightly around her body to make sure no one can see her lingerie, Jenny does her best to ignore the driver's parting flirtations, as she enters her building and ascends to her floor. As she approaches the door, she's surprised to hear not the sound of her husband's panicked pacing, but his easygoing laugh, followed by a pleasant feminine giggle. Opening the door, she eases her way inside, listening in to try and grasp what's happening. "-And then I dared Jenny to dance topless on the table. And she did!" "My Jenny? Ha, no way!" "Yes way! She hides it, but she has a wild side to her, just begging to get out. More wine?" "Ooh, I shouldn't, but I will. You and your sister are hard to resist. So, I see a ring on your finger - is your husband in town with you?" "Nah, he had to stay back in Empire City for his job." "Oh, you must be so lonely." "Not at all! I have you and Jen, and besides, I think it's good for a married couple to spend time apart. Meet new people, have new experiences, you know? Absence makes the heart grow fonder." "I hope you're right... I've got my own work thing coming up, so Jenny and I will be apar- Oh, hey honey! Working late again tonight? Guess who came to visit?" As Jenny rounds the corner into her living room, she sees her husband smiling up at her, clearly tipsy - two glasses of wine on the coffee table,next to an open bottle and two empty ones being proof of that. Across the table from him, Jenny sees...herself. Or a very close copy - a woman who was Jenny's closest friend and confidant when they were children, only to grow distant later in life. A woman who oozes pure sexuality, who seduces as easily as she breathes, who Jenny once thought of as a debauched parody of herself - though now, with semen dripping down her thigh, her body almost entirely unclad beneath the heavy coat, the heroine has the uncomfortable feeling that the two of them aren't as different as she thought. Shocked, Jenny stares agape at her sister, the ironically named Chastity. "Oh my God, Jenny! It's so good to see you! You haven't changed a bit!" Chastity stands and rushes her sister, hugging her tightly, their chests pressed up against each other, a downwards look showing Jenny that she's wearing a crucifix rather than her customary ankh around her neck - an olive branch, perhaps? A message that she's not here to try bring Jenny back into their grandmother's fold?
She finds the old man nursing his wounds with a filter of scotch. "Ah, I see." He says as she explains her recent travails. "Two superpowered allies on our side are certainly nothing to scoff at. Still... We need a plan."
"Well, hello again." The driver grins. "You look like you had quite the night." He holds up the card. "It's not over yet, though. Get in the limo."
"Yes, I'll leave them to you." Vanessa said, knowing Lawrence will know how to utilize them best. "As for a plan, that might be troubling. We don't even know who that fat boy is." She grumbled, "We should really read through those papers Oscar left. I'll make a quick stop at the mansion to grab them. Hopefully the cops haven't confiscated our vault for 'evidence' or whatever excuse they can come up with." Vanessa heads to her room to change into her costume, aiming to use her godlike speed to head back home and grab Oscar's will.
"Sure thing." Sapphira nods. Funnily enough, the news report describes the explosion as an 'industrial accident'. There's no mention of Toxin or her goons, despite the fact Azura knows they were arrested - and no mention of her, too. "-Company officials report that a vial of chemicals may have been lost in the plant's evacuation. Citizens are warned that this vial is not to be opened under any circumstances - the chemical inside is extremely dangerous. Company officials are offering a reward of 50,000 dollars to whoever returns the vial, unopened." The report announces. "Alright, ready?" Sapphira says, as the report comes to a close.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Sonata: 31+20 Gang Leader: 29+10 Melee Damage: 12 Gang Leader Health: 88 Sonata's breath returns! Can use sonic attacks. "Oof!" The woman grunts as the wind is driven from her stomach, reeling backwards out of grappling range. She pivots her long legs, and Sonata realises she's changing her strategy to kicks. "If you touched a hair on his head, I'll kill you." She spits with pure venom.
Floating above the mansion, Vanessa frowns. There's crime scene tape over the front doors, and uniformed police guarding it. From the number of police cars around the facade, too, she assumes there's men inside as well.
"Ah, damn it." Vanessa grumbles, she tries to examine if she could manage to sneak into her room undetected. If I can't sneak in, I'll have to return in a more casual outfit.
Conflicting emotions ran through Jenny as her twin sister enveloped her in a hug. It had been a long time since Jenny had seen Chastity, in fact she struggled to recall the last time the two had been in the same room. The clearest memory Jenny had was seeing Chastity at her wedding, but that had been years ago. Thus her heart boomed seeing that her sister had come to see her. But at the same time Jenny couldn't help a feeling of trepidation. The two hadn't been on good terms in a long time, and she remembered the atmosphere between them had been cool at the wedding. Civil, but without warmth. And with Jenny's already tumultuous emotional state and activities she really wasn't in the mood for surprises. Regardless, her estrangement from her sister had weighed heavily upon her over the years, and she hugged her twin back eagerly. She'd struggled with her guilt and not crying over her actions in the cab, but now with Chastity's surprise visit she couldn't hold them back. "Chastity!? My God!" she exclaimed as the identical women embraced. "You have no idea how good it is to see you!" she said, her voice breaking a little. "What are you doing here?" The pair broke apart and moved back into the living room, Chastity took her previous seat while Jenny slid in next to her husband. Although she didn't take off her overcoat, there's no way she'd try that until she had an opportunity. Although she could excuse herself, claiming the desire to change into something more comfortable, she didn't want to appear rude. The cross around Chastity's neck was a curiosity, and Jenny briefly pondered entering her sister's mind to investigate, but shook that idea away as soon as it came. She wouldn't invade her sister's privacy like that; suspicious as she was, Jenny didn't want to risk damaging a chance to repair their relationship. Especially if the cross was an olive branch.
Stay out of her range. Sonata keeps his distance for now while he catches his breath, but he throws shockwave after shockwave of sound at the gangster, trying to harass her if nothing else.
Faye moaned lightly, as the driver moved the card over her cheek. She sat in the back seat, the leash dangling between her breasts and hand cuffed behind her back. She closed her eyes as the limo started, taking a moment to rest.
Lowering herself to glimpse through the windows, she sees that there are police outside her bedroom door, meaning she'd have to go through the window - trying to not make noise as she opens it.
