"This is... suspicious." Vanessa mumbles to herself, frowning as she saw the house. She sends Lawrence a texts, informing him of where she is. After that, she shuts off the car, and gets out. "Excuse me, is a mister Jack here?" She asked in a loud voice, slowly approaching the house. Keeping her eyes, and ears open.
Crystal looks at Faye, glad she didn't misjudge her boss's needs and isn't getting reprimanded. "Up to you, miss. We could go out into the city and find something fun to do. Or we could go to my apartment and find something fun to do." She smirks.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 35 Vanessa hears...nothing. The only response to her query is the wind blowing. Heading towards the porch, if she's expecting someone or something to jump out at her, she's disappointed.
Getting nothing in response, Vanessa heads to the door. Though rather than knock, she checks to see if it was locked. If the door opens, she enters. If it doesn't, she goes around to look for a back door, or an open window.
Faye sighted, and closed her eyes, waiting for her body to calm down. She had considered just asking the woman to get under the desk and just lick her... but decided to go along with Crystal's suggestion. "Well, we can check out your apartment." She agreed. As she got up. "You drive us there." She said as the duo went to the parking lot.
“So, any thoughts? Personally, I am very hesitant about returning the vial to the owners – assuming that they are the actual owners in the first place. Simply holding on to the vial doesn't really solve anything, it just delays things. More of the mutagen will be created before long, most likely. Questioning Toxin about the vial might be a good start... if we can find her.” Azura summarized things. “Does either of you have any ideas or suggestions?”
"Thank you." For a second, Sonata considers flirting with her, but he decides against it. Be professional. "Just water to drink and an icepack or two for the bruises. Unless you know how to set a broken rib," he jokes. He pulls down his mask to reveal his face, leaving the black material hanging around his neck.
As Harold entered her, Jenny felt conflicting emotions run through her. She was ashamed of herself for comparing Harold to Hammer. Harold loved her, and she loved him. Harold treated her as an equal, he respected her, honored her, and cherished her. He was her partner, her confidant, and her rock in stormy waters. They were committed to each other, and she knew that they would go through hell and high water for each other without any hesitation. That kind of relationship and loyalty was so incredible it was more powerful than anything else she could imagine. Hammer just wanted to fuck her. So why did her relationship with Hammer turn her on so god-damn-fucking-much? That made her angry; coupled with the realization she'd forgotten to take precautions again had her fuming at herself. Her further, perhaps unfair, comparisons of her husband to the behemoth did nothing to dissuade her anger. As she felt Harold's member enter her, she couldn't help but notice the difference in size; the disappointment she felt however only fueled her rage. And as the comparisons continued, she closed her eyes and imagined Hammer behind her, his gigantic cock spearing into her as she writhed in ecstasy, and her arousal quickly grew. But her anger at herself forced her to change the thought of whom she was riding away from the massive man. But her thoughts didn't turn to Harold, no instead they morphed into a nameless faceless man with a huge fucking dick that powered into her like a man possessed. "Oh fuck..." Jenny moaned as her husband thrust inside her. While Harold wasn't as large as the others, and his injury made it so she had to do most of the work, he was just as hard as the others. And when his hand came around her front and rubbed her clit it only increased her pleasure. They'd been together a long time however, and despite her disappointment he knew her body well. Although his penis wasn't bringing her the pleasure she hoped it would his attention to her did, and as she imagined some other random man pounding her furiously, miraculously she was brought to a light orgasm just as Harold's breathing became more labored. She rode him and soon he was grunting and he came harmlessly within the latex sheath. Harold panted as he kissed her back lovingly. For her part, although not the mind shattering orgasm Hammer or any of the other men she'd fucked recently had given her, the climax she'd just experienced did manage to take the edge off of her arousal. The husband and wife lay together for a while and once Harold's now flaccid member slipped from her slit, Jenny slowly extracted herself from her her husband's embrace and rose to her feet. As Jenny stretched in the morning sunlight, Harold removed the soiled condom and tossed in the nearby wastebasket. "God that was great honey. Thank you." Jenny turned to face her husband and gave him a loving smile. She crawled back onto the bed where she gave him a quick kiss. "Anytime." she stated before she got up to move into the en-suite. "I'm going to take a shower, get ready and then cook some breakfast. Any requests?"
Lawrence quickly responds, asking if she wants backup, before Vanessa turns back to the house. Still, there's no answer besides the creaking of floorboards as she steps onto the old porch. She notices, however, that the front door is open.
Crystal promised to take her boss back to her apartment - they get as far as Faye's vehicle, high heels rapping echoing across the empty parking lot, before the blonde feels her subordinate moving up from behind. "I've been hoping you'd give me this 'task' for a while, boss. I was hoping you'd try to seduce me with a raise, but what the hell, I'll do it for free." She giggles, lips pressing against Faye's neck, hands squeezing the alien's thighs, before pressing against her back, making her bend forwards over the hood of her own car.
Vanessa declines Lawrence's offer, simply telling him to rest, and scour through the bundles of paper Oscar left them. With that, she enters through the front door. Trying to keep her footsteps silent even though she was wearing heels. The heiress doesn't call out anymore, instead using her ears to catch any sound from within the house.
"If Toxin gets out of police custody, which, let's face it, isn't particularly difficult in this town, finding her will be a nightmare." Esmerelda pontificates. "It would be easiest to get to her whilst she's still being held - but that presents its own challenges, like how we'll get you in."
"Sorry, I wasn't able to fit med school in between singing lessons." Lana chuckles and nods, rushing to the kitchen to grab the requested items, but as she returns, a shocked gasp escapes her lips, and the glass of water she was holding falls to the ground, smashing in a puddle of glass and water. "Calista? I mean, um...Nico?"
Jenny feels her husband watching her stride away to the bathroom. "Damn, I kind of want to join you. Come on boy, get up!" Harold chuckles, before sighing, manhood spent. "Anything you make will be delicious, dear." He smiles. As Jenny feels the hot water running down her body, Harold pokes his head in. "Oh, Fitzgerald Industries just sent a message - they wanted to know when you're free to discuss the sponsorship."
Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: 95 Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 75 As Vanessa steps through the doorway, she sees an unmaintained but not yet decrepit living room, her shoes gracefully moving across the floorboards without even a bump. From somewhere on the second floor, she hears something rustling.
It doesn't look as bad as the outside. Maybe someone's living in here? Vanessa thinks to herself as she saw the living room, which looked out of place with how rundown everything else was. Then as she heard the rustling upstairs, Could be rats... or someone thing. The heiress steels herself, hoping to avoid squeky floorboards as she heads to the second floor in search of the rustling sound.
Heading upstairs, she finds an open door leading to a bedroom, the sheets unkempt and clothes scattered over the floor, while a laptop sits atop a desk, battery drained. On the sill of the open window stands a raven, staring at her with strangely...intelligent eyes. Then, after a moment, the bird turns and takes flight, heading off toward the horizon.
Jenny made no effort to hide her body from her husband's very appreciative gaze as she washed her hair with shampoo. She was resolved to let him admire her naked form nearly any time he wished. "That's a good question. I'm not sure." she replied honestly. "I want to check with Chastity first; she's new in town and I want to see if there's anything she would like to do or perhaps need me for before I make any commitments. If she'll be fine on her own we can set something up for this afternoon, but if she'd like me around for the day then I'll spend it with her and I can meet with Fitzgerald Industries tomorrow." Jenny finished her shower and morning preparations before she stepped out into their bedroom clad only with a towel wrapped around her hair. She mused on what to wear before she settled on a yellow floral summer dress; but as she rummaged through her underwear drawer a naughty thought ran through her mind which caused a flutter in her stomach and she decided to go without. She flashed Harold an mock innocent grin with a wink before she left for the kitchen. Bacon, eggs, pancakes and some easy fruits were on her menu and she expected that Chastity would soon be up with the smell of breakfast.
"Huh?" Vanessa couldn't help but utter as she saw the room. She checks on the clothes, trying to determine how long it's been there. Was the raven making all that racket? Maybe it was building a nest here. She thinks to herself as she looks at the laptop, "No batteries." The heiress sighed, deciding to look around the room for anything else of interest.
