"Khh." Vanessa glares at him the moment the door closes behind her, "Don't get any ideas, I'm just here to share what I've learned about the factory." She said in a stern tone, trying to show him how she means to stay professional as she tells him what the factory was for. But still, whose powers was he aiming to gain? Vanessa thinks to herself, as she waits for Vince's input.
"Well... I did offer this reward~" She nodded her head, giving silent permission to the boys. Mantis leaned forward and kissed her suddenly. "Rember what you did to me when you captured me~" She asked as she trailed her finger down Amethyst's clavage.
There! Need to keep an eye on him. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Do you mind if I ask what happened, or is it too personal?" Sonata looks back and forth between the woman on his arm and his target seated in the crowd.
“Your boss is not very smart, is he.” Azura commented as she landed on the floor. “I mean, does he really think that I would ignore his cars and not do anything to them, giving him a way to easily flee? Fat chance!” She smirked as she focused her power again. Only this time she didn't cast a spell – instead she summoned her sword, the Sapphire Cleaver appearing in her hand after a few moments. “So, what are you going to do? Flee while you can? Chase after your cowardly idiot of a boss? Or stay and see how well your powers work against my sword? I am willing to pretend you were never here if you leave now.” She offered her opponent a chance. (I finally got around to trying to use Azura's sword.)
Jenny gave Davey an polite but embarrassed smile and hurried past him into the women's change room. For reasons she couldn't justify to herself she donned her crotchless shorts before quickly pulling her yoga pants on over top. She grabbed her towel, water and locked up the rest of her belongings before she went into the public area and found an empty treadmill where she began to run.
"What ideas could I possibly get, hmm?" Vince grins and licks his lips. "This being the room, the very desk, over which I fucked you until you were screaming in orgasm last time?" Despite the opening salvo of taunts, he quiets down to let her speak, frowning. "Damn, that's bad. Oscar with superpowers - or able to give superpowers to whoever he likes, seems pretty dangerous. I'll have my people do a search through the records for any other mysterious properties where another one of these things could be set up." Eagerly, the young men move over to her, as Mantis takes a dominant position over the fallen hero. "If I remember correctly..." The lasso-wielder gives an evil smirk, looking Amethyst in the eye. "...You told me that if I obeyed, you wouldn't be 'too' rough. Now it's your turn. Are you going to be a good little captive, or are we going to get rough?" "No question is too personal between us, my dear..." Tatiana purrs. "Ask all you like, and I'll give you the answers you seek. Though I find reminiscing about what I did with Constantin in the past a far less interesting subject than what I'll do in the future with you..." She gives his thigh a squeeze. "Constantin and I knew each other long ago in the old country, along with Georgi - the brute you felled beneath us. We were all close friends, and...students, of a sort. Now, though, Constantin has been getting ambitious - making ambitious plans that threaten to bring chaos into my life. He's made me rather sad." Spoiler: Persuasion Rolls D100: 85 "Oh, believe me, we're 100% in agreement about the man's intelligence - it's his money I'm after." The woman pauses for a moment, before shrugging. "Since you're pulling a deadly weapon, I'd have no choice to go lethal as well, if we kept this fight up, and I don't like killing pretty girls - even pretty girls who clearly spend too much time watching anime." She smirks as she looks pointedly at Azura's magical girl outfit, assuming she chose it. "But, I still need to get paid, and that won't happen if I fail to even hold you off. I'll tell you what: I won't fight you if you wait here for a minute - just to give Chen a head start. That way, when I go to collect my pay, I can say I did my job by slowing you down. Surely you can catch up to an idiot, even if he gets a small head start, right?" As she heads to the treadmill, Jenny can't help but pick up on the latent, indistinct psychic energy around the place, the residue of so much lust - not effecting her like it would during a psychic backlash, but nonetheless making it so that sex is rarely far from her mind. She catches Davey and a few other men staring, imagining it won't be long before one of them tries to test their luck against her determination not to have sex here and now. To her surprise, though, it's not a man who interrupts her, but a woman. As Jenny turns off the treadmill, sweaty and panting from the jog, the woman on the machine next to her turns to face her, smiling and wiping her brow. Spoiler: Gym Lady "Hey, I'm hitting the weights next. Do you mind spotting me?" Not really giving Jenny an opportunity to refuse, the woman heads across to the weights, beckoning the blonde to follow. Jenny finds some much needed distraction in the next hour as she and her new partner work out together, the woman giving helpful hints here and there to reduce the stress on Jenny's body, as they trade small talk. The woman's name is Belle, she introduces, and she's an executive for Fitzgerald Industries, Psychana's sponsor. "Hey, wait? I recognise you from somewhere." Belle declares as she lies on a weight bench, sighing as she completes her reps. Standing above her to make sure the iron bar doesn't fall, Jenny sees the deep valley of the woman's cleavage, and a small...marking...upon her skin. Some sort of tattoo, with black ink, she concludes. "No, no, I'm sure I know you from somewhere..." She says again, refusing to believe Jenny's attempts at distraction, as the blonde fears that somehow the woman's made a connection between the blonde at the gym and the superhero working for her company. "Wait! I know - you were in the Platinum Room the other day, weren't you?" The material of the sports bra stretches as the woman breathes, and more of the tattoo is exposed. With a shock, Jenny sees that the high-powered businesswoman's chest is marked with the image of a black spade, and within it, a white letter q.
"Khhh." Vanessa glares at him, her cheeks growing pink with shame. "Bastard." She hissed, "Dr. Strasse's name also came up, he's the one that built the machines. Get a location on him as well." She said in an annoyed tone, and if Vince had nothing more to say. She leaves to head up to her own office.
"Tapes?" Vanessa froze, but acts surprised. "No, they don't exist. Looks like Oscar was just bragging." She replied, glaring, "My mother would never even think about sleeping with that bastard." She hissed.
"Really? A shame." He says in a disbelieving tone, as he pushes his chair out and begins to move toward her from behind. "It would have made sense for that urge of yours to have been inherited. Maybe, though, we should make our own little recording, then?"
"Khhh." Vanessa glares at him as he approaches, and yet she was frozen in place. Especially as he makes his suggestion, "Why would I ever do that with you!?" She hissed, trying to control herself, "If that's all you have to say, I'm leaving, I need to catch up on work." She growled, heading for the door.
As he sees her freeze up, the businessman gives her a wolfish grin, reaching out to grab her arm and pull her in. "Because you loved being my bitch." Where last time, he relied on thinly veiled threats to get her naked, this time, it appears that the man is opting for a more straightforward tactic. She collides with his bulk, and feels his hand touching her nylon covered thigh beneath her skirt.
When she spotted the tattoo, Jenny's heart began to race, understanding its declaration. To her shame she wanted to ask about it, but held her breath. It did nothing to dissuade her mind from imagining the attractive woman in various encounters however. And with the inherent sexual thoughts floating about the gym it stoked Jenny's growing arousal. Sweating as much from the latent sexual energy flowing from the gym as much from either the fear of being 'found out' or the exercises themselves, Jenny leaped at the chance to confirm the diversion from her superhero persona. "I- oh umm... yes. I-uh I suppose you may have." Jenny replied and unconsciously thumbed her wedding band. "That would make you a Platinum member too then I take it?"
"B-bastard." Vanessa hissed, shuddering as he touches her thighs, she should have pushed him away. And yet, she allowed him to feel her soft skin, underneath the smooth layer of nylon. Damn it, why, why am I getting aroused! The heiress screams inside her head, recalling how her own mother was in the same predicament. C-could I really have inherited it from her? She pondered, all while Vince pawed at her lower body.
"Yeah, that was you." The woman chuckles. "Don't be nervous, we've clearly got similar tastes." She sits up, and as she sees where Jenny's eyes are pointed, smiles. "Like it? It's a little risque, but I couldn't resist - the bulls in there go crazy when they see it." She nods. "Yep. Don't worry, only other members'll ever know what you do in there - privacy's enforced really well."
Instead of barging out the door, Vanessa feels herself being pressed up against it, Vince rubbing against her from behind, as he starts to caress between her legs. "Call me whatever you want, bitch. If I were you, I'd be more focused on trying not to let the whole floor hear your screams."
"Kkkh, s-stop... not... here." Vanessa moaned as he started rubbing between her legs, letting him feel how moist her pantyhose covered crotch already was. "S-somewhere... a hotel or something." She shuts her eyes in shame, unable to believe that she isn't telling him to stop, but rather suggesting a change in location... I... I'm just doing this to make sure he doesn't try anything funny. I have too many enemies, so if using my body can get this bastard to back off... so be it. She said to herself, even though her nipples were already straining against the fabric of her dress.
"Oh really?" Vince says, not halting his assault on her cunt. "Alright, that sounds like something I could agree to - if you ask nicely."
"Aaahn, aahn-mmmh!" Vanessa hurriedly covers her mouth as he starts teasing her pussy, "P-please, not here. I-I can't hold back my moans when I'm with you... so please, s-somewhere else... somewhere people won't interrupt us." She moaned, unconsciously pushing out her hips towards him.
"Really!?" Jenny's attempts to hide her growing excitement completely failed at the redhead mentioning how her tattoo enticed her lovers. Her mind ran away with it, and she pictured herself with one and if it would spur the men in the Platinum Room, Duke's thugs... or Hammer on even more. Her body visibly trembled at the thought of it and Jenny bit her lip while she made a little squeak before she regained her composure. "T-that's... interesting. I-uh I have to say the thought of it is pretty... hot and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it but-" she held up her wedding ring for Belle to see "I don't think I could ever get one." Unconsciously Jenny let out a sigh of relief when she head Belle tell her about the club's privacy. "I've heard that, and honestly it's a relief." Her eyes turned towards the entry to the private room and she felt her pulse quicken. There was something there that pulled her, but she felt she had to remain strong and so she turned back to the woman she was spotting. "So you work for Fitzgerald Industries." she started. "W-what do you think of it there?"
