"No." Lana chuckles and licks Nico's length clean. "I've learned how to take it a bit more roughly since Lee turned." Pulling up a hand mirror, the popstar goes about fixing her makeup.
“You're welcome!” Azura smiled at the woman and helped her get up. “You should see a doctor and have a check up, just in case.” She advised.
Psychana is slow to move into a resting position; sitting on her knees, she covers her face with one hand partly in recovery and partly in shame. When she removes it her eyes lock in on the bag filled with the white powder. In the back of her mind she knows that she should leave it there. It's evidence, moreover, taking it would be stealing and she was supposed to be a hero; if anyone ever found out... But there's another side to the argument raging in her mind though. This one tells her that if she took it she could give it to Infinity and find out what it is. Then she could track down more shipments and have another chance to catch the criminals in the act. They were sure to make another attempt; especially after she'd disrupted this heist so much. Then there was the woman... She'd walked into the room with a power Jenny could only dream of! Until she'd felt the power of the substance in the bag. Clearly she'd been watching her for some time. With a sinking feeling Jenny realizes she must know that Jenny Foxx and Psychana are one and the same. The two previous encounters she'd had with the woman, Jenny was using different identities. If this gorgeous redhead woman was indeed her enemy, Jenny needed to be stronger. Much stronger. Like the childhood cartoons she once watched she feels as though there are two entities on her shoulders, one angelic and whispering into her ear what she should do and one demonic whispering into her ear what she wants to do. Rationalizing it, justifying it, twisting and turning the truth, perverting it so it seemed right. Thinking back on her experiences with Hammer and Duke, she realizes recently she's listened to that one more and more and it's brought nothing but shame, guilt, regret, fear, deceit and self-loathing. And oh so much pleasure... Jenny shakes her head. She won't go down that memory, not here, not now. But she knows she can't debate forever, and that the authorities will soon arrive. In another moment of justification, she grabs the bag and leaves the ship heading for home.
Spoiler: Dex Roll D100: Natural 100 As the man sails toward the hard concrete of the rapidly approaching roof, Vanessa swoops in below him and catches him in her arms, before she speeds away, the man's panicked screams bouncing off the nearby buildings, before silence once again reigns around the bell tower.
As the sound of sirens gets closer, Jenny moves above deck, zooming into the sky and away from the scene of the botched robbery. "-So our teacher was doing an inspection of our lockers, right? And I'd left a bunch of weed in mine. If I'd gotten caught, God, I'd never have heard the end of it. So, I'm panicking, and then Jenny comes up with a brilliant idea: In front of teacher, she grabs me and starts kissing me. I don't mean a peck, either, we were full on making out, putting on a hell of a show. While the teacher was staring at us with his jaw hanging on the ground, my friend opened my locker and nabbed the weed." As Jenny enters her home, she hears Chastity giggle, recounting an adventure from high school. "You have to be making that one up - Jenny would never do something like that." Harold chuckles. "Quite the...interesting mental image, though. Not that I'd ever want to see something like that." He chuckles again and takes a sip of his drink. "Yeah, what guy would ever want to see two super hot blondes- Hey, Jenny!" Chastity greets her sister warmly as she sees her.
"Keep quiet, unless you want them to hear you." Vanessa shushes the man as she caught him. Then as she flies a good distance away from the area, she finds a quiet alley to land in. "Now, Oscar Hawkings, and Vanessa Fitzgerald. What do you know about them." She asked as she puts him down while still holding onto his arm to prevent his escape.
"I-I... The first is the subject of the conciousness transfer project. The second is the woman bankrolling it!" He says in fear.
She'd come into her apartment through the bedroom. There was a french door that opened up onto a small balcony and both she and Harry had found it invaluable for their alter egos. Today Jenny was especially glad as it allowed her to avoid using the front door and running into her sister while wearing her superhero costume. She removed her costume and placed it in its hiding spot as well as the brick of white powder she'd took before she put on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It was late and she didn't anticipate going out again tonight. Then she went into the living room where she was surprised to find her sister and husband. Overhearing the last part of the story, Jenny shot her twin a glare from behind Harold; while she was happy that her sister and her husband were bonding, she wasn't particularly happy with the stories her sister was retelling of her wilder days. Ever since she'd met Harry she'd worked hard to rehabilitate her image. Love was a powerful thing. "Hey you two." she greeted with a smile she didn't feel and snuggled in next to Harold. "I didn't expect to see either of you here. How were your days?"
"The subject of..." So he's already underwent the consciousness transfer? Vanessa mumbles, And bankrolling it? I'm doing no such thing... unless he's diverting money from the company? She thinks to herself, letting go of the chubby man's arm. "Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you." The heiress raises her hand, hoping to soothe the man's panic to avoid him screaming to get someone's attention. "So, this device they wanted to take from you. What is it, and where are you hiding it?" She asked, wrapping her arms underneath her breasts as she did.
Chastity flashes her sister a cheeky smirk as she sees Jenny's reproachful glare. "Awesome - all the other teachers were really friendly, and I think the principal has a little crush." She giggles. "Plus, I found a gym that suits my needs." Harold sighs. "I-uh... Things aren't so good on my end, actually. We made a lot of progress on that... big project we were working on." He refers to the villain Infinity was hunting. "Problem is, Sondra quit - apparently she caught Mike in flagrante delicto with some other woman after our victory celebration, and left."
"Okay, okay!" He flinches as she raises her hand. "It's...It's an engram... A personality matrix - it's an AI recreation of the subject's consciousness."
"WHAT!?" Jenny exclaimed shocked at the news. "Mike was cheating on Sondra!?" Jenny was aghast, filled with a sort of righteous fury. How dare he cheat on Sondra? It just seemed so... so... wrong. Despite the fact she was guilty of the exact same sin, Mike's actions gave her an outlet into which she could pour all of her guilt and self-loathing. "That's just... humph." Jenny crossed her arms and her lips turned downward in a pout. Her body language shifted into a stiff guarded posture and she shook her head in visible anger. "What's going to happen with the project? Are you and Ty still going to be able to complete it?"
He shudders at the overstimulation. "You'll have to teach me your tricks sometime. For now..." He lies down across the couch, grimacing through the pain the movement causes until he's supine. "I did promise to return the favor, if you want. Just try not to touch my chest."
"Yeah, apparently there was some blonde who came onto Mike, and he couldn't resist. Way I hear it, Ty had to physically restrain Sondra - the blonde seemed to think it was funny." Harold shakes his head. "I can't believe it either. I mean, Sondra isn't you, but she's still a wonderful woman. I don't know why Mike would throw away ten years of marriage." He shakes his head, as Chastity takes a drink. "Maybe she wasn't taking care of his needs?" She shrugs. "I mean, if your spouse can't sate your needs, is it that wrong to get what you need elsewhere?" Harold coughs awkwardly, before Jenny's question saves him "Yes, yes, we should be fine. With Inf- I mean, the boss backing us up, Ty should be able to shoulder the burden.
"I'm no expert, but I'll teach you what I know." She undoes her jeans and slides them down her long legs, leaving her womanhood covered only by a thin pair of panties. Soon, her shirt disappears as well, and Nico's eyes feast on the sigh of her bra clad breasts. "Now, where should I sit..." She touches his manhood. "Here?" Her other hand brushes his lips. "Or here?"
Jenny continued to shake her head, and fumed at the news. "I'll have to call Sondra and see if she needs to talk." Jenny mused. "At least the project can keep going. Oh! Before I forget I brought home a contract from my meeting today for you to look over. I'm curious to hear what you think of it." She then turned back to her sister. "At least you had a good day. I was thinking if you were free we could spend some time together tomorrow, maybe I can join you in going to that gym?"
"I'd suggest my face since it'll take a few minutes for my cock to recover, but I'm yours to use for now if you have something else in mind..." he intimates, folding his hands under his head.
"I had a look at it when I first got home. It looks good to me - perfectly legitimate as far as I can see." Harry smiles reassuringly. Chastity beams at the suggestion. "Absolutely! That sounds like fun."
"No, I think I want to test your skills right now." Pulling aside her panties, pink pussy lips exposed, she takes her place above him, before bringing her already wet womanhood to his lips.
