Post by alexis on Apr 20, 2010 13:08:15 GMT -6
Her skirt rode up her slender thighs as she sat on the lap of the overweight Hispanic businessman, his expanse of behind made sure there was no room on the chair for them both, so she had to straddle him. This was not one of the perks of this job, not by a long shot. Dutifully Alexis giggled, the dumb blonde look plastered on her face she almost looked like she wouldn't be able to tie her shoes on the right feet without prompting. She was a good actress, her mother had made sure of that, coupled with some props, blue eye contacts to cover her naturally yellow irises, she could damn well near win an Oscar for this performance.
But this was obviously not for pleasure, if the man in the suit, Mr Gomez, wasn't thinking with his dick she would guess he would come to the same conclusion, if she wasn't playing the part of a gold-digging floozy so well at least. Watching as the sweat beaded on his brow, partly from the warm New York sun beating down on them from the floor length glass windows of his office, partly from arousal. It made her stomach turn a little, but outwardly she didn't even flinch.
“We should do this every Tuesday, make it a lunch date” She said enthusiastically in a bubbly high pitched voice, as he tried to mumble his way out of giving her an answer, prior commitments and all that she halted him with a kiss. It was firm and hard, and the entire reason she was here.
She had been contracted to eliminate Mr Gomez, seemed he was an embezzler and his boss would rather take the law into his own hands, leaving Alex to dish out her own personal brand of justice. Her only order was to make it look like suicide, that was no problem to the entropy manipulator, increasing the entropy just by a little decreased intelligence, and increased consciousness, basically sending someone into a frenzy.
Frenzy she could do.
Her lips glowed a deep blue hue as she worked, keeping him occupied with her tongue as she increased the flow, it always gave her a little tingle. His kiss became staggered, at that point she pulled back, a little smirk playing on her face “Whats wro-? ...Ugh” She was cut off mid sentence as he pushed her off his lap, her head bouncing off the pine wood desk with a loud thwamp, well that's what her collateral was for.
She was busy seeing stars, sprawled out on the floor as she heard the large vase smash into the wall, and the chirruping of people entering the large office to see what the commotion was about. Just managing to get up her psychic defenses, as her vision returned to somewhat normal. Mr Gomez was busy yelling at the coat stand, his face red and jiggling with emphasis, his saliva coating the mortified onlookers, his co-workers and employees.
One, an athletic built young man started forward, trying to clam his boss by patting down his arms, Mr. Gomez, grabbing the coat stand and using it like some sort of primeval spear swatted away the blonde haired youth, his body landing next to Lexi's. The raging businessman backed up, taking a tumble over a broken piece of vase, and crashing his obese frame out of the floor length window.
She seemed to watch it in slow motion, the gasps and shrieks echoing about her as the audience rushed to the broken glass to see the carnage below. People were so morbid. Pushing herself up from the floor she steadied herself on the desk as her brain caught up with her body, hitching down the pencil skirt before breezing out of the office block. Psychic disguises were spiffy that way, no one would bother her, though they knew someone was there, she wasn't invisible, just no one would be able to place the woman at the scene of the crime, or even describe what she looked like. It was like walking around with a semi opaque box around you, people knew you were there, but you were so insignificant and unrecognizable, their brains didn't even register it.
Now out on the sidewalk she cast a look back with her false blue eyes as she walked away from the scene, police and onlookers massing around the pancaked corpse of Mr Gomez. People were morbid indeed.
But this was obviously not for pleasure, if the man in the suit, Mr Gomez, wasn't thinking with his dick she would guess he would come to the same conclusion, if she wasn't playing the part of a gold-digging floozy so well at least. Watching as the sweat beaded on his brow, partly from the warm New York sun beating down on them from the floor length glass windows of his office, partly from arousal. It made her stomach turn a little, but outwardly she didn't even flinch.
“We should do this every Tuesday, make it a lunch date” She said enthusiastically in a bubbly high pitched voice, as he tried to mumble his way out of giving her an answer, prior commitments and all that she halted him with a kiss. It was firm and hard, and the entire reason she was here.
She had been contracted to eliminate Mr Gomez, seemed he was an embezzler and his boss would rather take the law into his own hands, leaving Alex to dish out her own personal brand of justice. Her only order was to make it look like suicide, that was no problem to the entropy manipulator, increasing the entropy just by a little decreased intelligence, and increased consciousness, basically sending someone into a frenzy.
Frenzy she could do.
Her lips glowed a deep blue hue as she worked, keeping him occupied with her tongue as she increased the flow, it always gave her a little tingle. His kiss became staggered, at that point she pulled back, a little smirk playing on her face “Whats wro-? ...Ugh” She was cut off mid sentence as he pushed her off his lap, her head bouncing off the pine wood desk with a loud thwamp, well that's what her collateral was for.
She was busy seeing stars, sprawled out on the floor as she heard the large vase smash into the wall, and the chirruping of people entering the large office to see what the commotion was about. Just managing to get up her psychic defenses, as her vision returned to somewhat normal. Mr Gomez was busy yelling at the coat stand, his face red and jiggling with emphasis, his saliva coating the mortified onlookers, his co-workers and employees.
One, an athletic built young man started forward, trying to clam his boss by patting down his arms, Mr. Gomez, grabbing the coat stand and using it like some sort of primeval spear swatted away the blonde haired youth, his body landing next to Lexi's. The raging businessman backed up, taking a tumble over a broken piece of vase, and crashing his obese frame out of the floor length window.
She seemed to watch it in slow motion, the gasps and shrieks echoing about her as the audience rushed to the broken glass to see the carnage below. People were so morbid. Pushing herself up from the floor she steadied herself on the desk as her brain caught up with her body, hitching down the pencil skirt before breezing out of the office block. Psychic disguises were spiffy that way, no one would bother her, though they knew someone was there, she wasn't invisible, just no one would be able to place the woman at the scene of the crime, or even describe what she looked like. It was like walking around with a semi opaque box around you, people knew you were there, but you were so insignificant and unrecognizable, their brains didn't even register it.
Now out on the sidewalk she cast a look back with her false blue eyes as she walked away from the scene, police and onlookers massing around the pancaked corpse of Mr Gomez. People were morbid indeed.
