by Noah Rain
“Heard you helped the Vixens here rough up Barter and his boys,” Calisto said.
I stammered again, but had the good sense or the dumb sense not to say anything.
“You’re not going to get anything out of us,” Carmen said. “And if you want to fight, we can find a private place to do it.”
“Tempting as that is,” Calisto actually licked her lips, “I’m just interested in Konnor here, for the moment.”
“Why?” I couldn’t help but to ask.
“I’m curious to know why you’ve joined up with a Syndicate, given your skills, and given some of the rumors I’ve heard flying around about your …” she looked me up and down, long, lewd and lingering, “other abilities.” Scarlett stepped even closer to Calisto, who backed up half a step, hands up in mock surrender. “The durability,” she said. “I looked up your file. Shame the career had to end. You were doing so well.”
“He hasn’t joined a Syndicate,” Nina clipped. “He’s joined the proud Silk City Vixens Guild, or hadn’t you heard?”
Calisto smiled sickly at Nina.
“All those secrets,” she said. “And yet, your credit’s a lie. That’s the worst-kept secret of all.” She looked at me. “I tend to speak directly, Konnor Kayde, so let me cut to the chase and do it now.”
“Or,” Carmen said, holding up a finger, “you could fuck right—“
“I will fuck tonight,” Calisto said without skipping a beat. “We’ve been training hard lately. Lot of whispers going around of a potential company war. Can’t be too prepared, and all that.” She stared me down, like she was trying to make me kneel. I kind of had the urge to.
“Come on, Konnor,” Scarlett said, grabbing my hand.
“Konnor, baby,” Calisto mocked. “As soon as someone has the guts to out these bitches, or as soon as Sascha abandons them, their credit hits zero, and they hit the bottom of the bay. No,” she continued. “I don’t think debtor’s prison will do for these cats. Too clever. Too determined. But they’re hardly alone in that.”
Calisto was hypnotic, and I was surrounded by what might have been the highest concentration of beauty in Silk City, if not the world. And yet, I couldn’t help but dwell on Calisto’s proclamations of war, and how silly it seemed that the term was thrown around by someone wearing a stripper’s outfit and an actual cape. I mean, she looked strong. She probably knew her way around more than a pole. But …
“There hasn’t been a real war since the revolution,” I said. “Fifteen years ago. You Guilders are just actors and actresses. Playthings for the Suits and Pearls. A fun, friendly way for them to settle arguments. The second real war hits—you know, one that involves guns and not false superheroes and models in tights—some of you aren’t going to fare so well, I think.”
I looked her up and down, making a slow, steady show of it. Her lip quivered as I examined her like a piece of meat. I imagined bending her over and fucking her, yanking that yellow hair back and slapping her ass red. She flinched, almost like she could see the scene in my eyes.
It occurred to me a few moments later that the Vixens could just as easily have taken offense at what I said, but they seemed satisfied by the state of seething annoyance I’d put Calisto in.
“If you did have any more questions about Barter and the DyNo’s,” Nina said. “I’m sure the news will tell you everything you need to know.”
She pointed up at the row of flat screens above the bar. The blue and black Swans looked back, and Calisto did with a wince of anger.
I squinted and saw Barter—now in green and black leather and still sporting the bloody, bruised visage Carmen had given him—being led out of the back of a black van by a series of Enforcers. An anchor was discussing his situation, and the captions highlighted phrases like, ‘stunning fall from grace,’ and ‘needlessly reckless attack on a rival company’s Guild.’
They had painted the whole situation as the DyNo’s assaulting another unnamed Silk City Guild, and on public streets, no less. Truly appalling. How would the children sleep at night?
DyCorp would be brought up on corporate charges, and be docked a full letter credit rating, which was close to a death sentence here. No shiny new contracts for them, and very likely the loss of most of their existing ones. Hopefully the supposed King and Queen who had wronged Sascha in some way had enough assets stashed away.
All in all, the Vixens seemed to celebrate it as a win, but I couldn’t help but focus on Barter’s split, exhausted face as they led him into the city holding facility for processing. He’d likely come out with no credit and no prospects, if he came out at all.
All around the club, half the occupants stopped and stared at the screen, their mobiles buzzing in time with the ticker on the bottom of the broadcast. They seemed stunned, and looked around suspiciously, with some eyes focusing directly on the Vixens, and me.
If the point of this whole escapade had been to send a message, it seemed to be a resounding success. I was new around here. Maybe that was why it didn’t feel all that great to me.
After another minute, most of the clubgoers had gone back to their mindless celebration, including the Guilders, only some of whom left the building.
“Sascha likes to keep them on their toes,” Carmen whispered in my ear, shrinking back as Calisto turned around.
She smiled, but it was forced. “Be seeing you, Konnor. Girls.”
“Hope not,” Carmen said. “Nice ass, though,” she added under her breath as Calisto climbed back over the rail.
“What’s their deal?” I asked. “I mean, I know guns aren’t allowed, but, them? Are they really a feared Guild?”
“They’ve taken down more Syndicates than anyone,” Scarlett said, deadpan. She wasn’t in a rush to heap praise on the Silk City Swans, which meant they were likely even more formidable than she suggested.
“Should we be worried about it?” I asked.
“Fuck it,” Scarlett said. She accepted a drink Darla had gone to grab her, took it down in one swig, and then grabbed my hand, turning me away from the departing Swans. I assumed we’d be heading toward one of the innumerable exits. Instead, she led me to the crowded dance floor, which grew less crowded around us.
The Vixens were either known by enough people in the club to make a boarder around us wherever they went, or they gave off a vibe that they weren’t socialites, and they certainly weren’t there to be picked up.
Scarlett turned me toward her, planted a kiss on me that I received more easily and naturally than Carmen’s just a bit earlier, and hung her arms over my shoulders.
Carmen approached, gave me a wink and deposited a drink in my hand and in Scarlett’s.
We drank. We danced. We kissed. All the while, Darla and Carmen danced around us, sometimes swapping in with me. I saw Darla kissing Scarlett on one occasion, and then Carmen kissed me. I looked at Scarlett when it happened, but she only blushed.
The girls’ zippers got lower throughout the night. Their hair was slicked and scented with the club mist. Their skin was sweaty and wet. Their lips glistened, and their hips moved hypnotically. Even Nina joined in the fun, though she seemed more focused on Darla than any of us.
After an hour or two spent dancing as a group, or as alternating pairs and trios, it ended with Scarlett and I once more, as the others retreated to the bar for liquor reinforcements.
“What’s the plan for the rest of the week?” I asked. “Any new missions?”
Scarlett shrugged.
“I’m sure you’ll be helping Nina with her formula.”
I swallowed, but Scarlett’s look was searching rather than overtly critical.
“Jealous?” I asked.
“Yes.” She kissed me again. This one was long, and more passionate than lustful.
“I wanted to ask you something,” she said when we separated.
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“Your PIN,” she said. “What’s the story there?”
“What do you mean?”
“You were putty in Nina’s hands—“
“And hips,” I added. “And Darla helped too—“
“Not that,” Scarlett said, ignoring the attempt to poke at her. “My point is, you were willing to tell us basically everything under Nina’s spell. But not that. It’s a date, you said. And it’s an important one. Why?”
I looked around for a bit, knowing I couldn’t avoid Scarlett’s commanding gaze for long, which was more potent than any formula Nina could devise.
“It’s the date my parents died,” I said. “During the war.”
“The revolution,” Scarlett said.
“Failed revolution.”
Scarlett looked away, and wiped at a bit of wet on her cheeks. It could have been the mist and sweat, but I didn’t think so.
“That’s who we’re fighting against, Konnor,” Scarlett said. Her eyes were steady, even if neither of our bodies were at this point in the night. “The companies. The system.”
“Is that who Sascha’s fighting against?” I asked.
Scarlett frowned and sighed, tired.
“It’s a fair question.”
Scarlett shook her head, unwilling to bite.
“Fine then,” I said. “What about Barter?”
“What about him?” Scarlett seemed taken aback.
“He’s not completely innocent,” I said. “But then, none of us are, really. Why should he and his family suffer just for some spat between Sascha and another Pearl?”
“Sascha isn’t a Pearl,” Scarlett said.
“Right.”
Scarlett glared at me. She made as if to push away, but then melted back into me with a sigh.
“He bought into the system fully, Konnor.”
“So you’d have done the same to me, if I’d joined the Guilds.”
“I wouldn’t have known you.”
“That’s not an answer—“
“Yes, Konnor,” Scarlett said. “I would do it to anyone who gets in our way. Even you.”
“Even Sascha?”
“I don’t want to talk about this, Konnor. Not now. I’ve had a long night.”
“We all have.”
“Then fuck it,” Scarlett said, leaning in for another kiss. We separated, and then her look was entirely different. “And then fuck me.”
Now that was not a very hard sell.
Chapter 14
Intertwined
The four of us had barely stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse of the Vixens’ tower when Scarlett grabbed me by the crotch and basically dragged me down the hallway toward the red room.
“What about Sascha?”
“Shhh,” Scarlett whispered to me as Carmen, Nina and Darla cat called after us as they spilled into the main living area. “She’s on business.”
“Why don’t we just use your—“
“Closer.”
She pushed the black door open and then pushed me into the red room. I turned around and saw that Scarlett had already peeled the top half of her one-piece tactical suit down to reveal her slick, toned naked form. Her ribs heaved against her creamy, freckled skin, and her nipples were pointed out despite the heat. A film of sweat and scented mist clung to her like a second skin.
Scarlett finished undressing, bit her lip and walked toward me. She hooked her hands under my lapel and pulled my gi off of my shoulders, struggling to unbuckle my Kevlar vest as she kissed at my neck and licked my upper chest.
I pulled the vest over my head, and then felt something tugging at me. Before I could even get the vest off of me and toss it aside, I looked down to see that Scarlett had my pants at my ankles, and my cock halfway down her throat.
She looked up at me, her eyes intense, pupils dilated. She was drunk, but she knew exactly what she was doing. When her mouth came away from my penis, a dribble of cum-laden drool leaked down her chin. She didn’t bother wiping it away.
Something came over me as I looked at her., and watched the pre-cum trace a path down with the rest of the wet down her neck and between her perfect tits. I stroked her hair as she licked at the tip of my hardening cock, and then I grabbed a handful of it.
Scarlett made a sound of ecstasy mixed with surprise and a touch of pain as I pulled her up and then flung her to my left. She hit the side of the soft bed and the momentum buckled her over. She laughed as she went to turn around, and I was on her.
I grabbed her around the throat, not squeezing hard, but keeping a firm grip. I pushed her down onto her back, gripping her under the chin. She grabbed my arm with both of hers and tried to pull my hand away, putting her feet against my hips as I moved in toward her.
“Hey …” she complained, still in the mood but getting annoyed.
“Shhh,” I said. “You told me to fuck you, right?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Then be a good girl, shut your mouth unless I put a cock in it, and let me fuck you.”
Scarlett’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head as her arms fell away. She let her feet slip off of my hips, and I pushed in, my cock sliding into her warm, waiting pussy. Scarlett made a sound of pleasure, and then another, timing her moans with my slow, deep, steady pumps. I kept a grip on her neck with one hand, and massaged her breast with my other.
I increased my pace, pumping hard, and Scarlett moaned, and then yelled out, and it wasn’t long before she was practically screaming.
I don’t know how much time passed. I fucked her missionary for a while, felt her seize and jerk as she came, and then I flipped her over before she could catch her breath and slipped into her drenched pussy from behind, pulling her hair back. She laughed and squealed like a schoolgirl.
I slapped her ass, and she responded with a hungry, desperate, “Yes!” So I did it again. And again.
There was a snicker to our right, and I didn’t even stop pumping as I looked toward the door and saw Carmen, Darla and Nina standing in a group, holding each other’s hands conspiratorially as they watched.
Scarlett looked at them, feeling my pace slow. I thought she would shout at them or call the whole thing off before I could dump my cum in her, but she only smiled.
“Want to join us?” she asked.
Carmen shook her head and even Darla surprised me by doing so. Their jaws were open, and they were licking their lips unconsciously.
“We want to watch,” Nina said. I hadn’t noticed she was holding her mobile because she was always on some kind of device, but now I noticed she had it pointed at us.
“You heard them, Konnor,” Scarlett said. She twisted around, rotating on my cock, and pulled me in, wrapping her legs around my back. “Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me until I beg you to stop, and then keep fucking me.”
“Careful what you wish for, Scar,” Carmen said as the girls filed into the room and spread around the bed.
Scarlett probably guessed it before then, but I was highly motivated by the idea of a good challenge, so I took up the task, climbed onto the bed, and turned Scarlett around, propping her up onto her knees and taking her doggystyle. Her ass was pink on both cheeks by the time she came again, and she hadn’t stopped shuddering before I rolled her onto her back and entered her again.
She was a good challenge. She bucked against me, pressing back until her hips wore out long before mine did. I knew my condition gave me stamina, but now that Nina had showed me just how high my limits were, and now that I had an audience, I made it a point to show them just how high that limit was.
After a half hour, the girls were sitting on the bed, Carmen predictably fingering herself while Darla cheered us on and Nina tried to get the most creative angles out of our session.
“Jeez, Konnor,” Nina said. “You didn’t
do that with me.”
I did plenty and more to Scarlett, and Darla even started coaching me.
“Give her pussy a rest,” she said. “Keep your cock wet in her mouth for now, and then fuck her again.”
I did, Scarlett moaning as she tried to throat my cock. She almost did, the alcohol or the ecstasy or both making her push past her own limits.
Finally, Scarlett got on top of me, but she was worn out, drenched and even shivering from pleasure. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pumped, and she let her arms drop, exulting in my control.
“Okay! Okay! Okay!”
Scarlett peeled herself off of my cock and laid beside me, but I was ready to blow. Luckily, Darla was on the job. She grabbed a hold of my pulsing cock and squeezed.
“Get over here and finish what you started,” Darla said to Scarlett, who moaned but crawled back over. Darla led the end of my cock into Scarlett’s mouth and stroked.
I had never cum that hard. Scarlett took it as a challenge. She swallowed some, and let the rest drip out of her mouth, covering my pelvis and the bed.
“Wow,” Nina said, giddy as she panned around us. The panting, exhausted and cum-covered Scarlett, and me, as my muscles rippled, veins bulging.
“What was that like?” Darla asked.
Scarlett continued to take deep breaths. “You … already … know.”
“I’ve given Konnor a blowjob,” Darla said. “He hasn’t been inside me yet. Me or Carmen.”
Yet. These broads really would be the death of me.
“I plan on changing that soon,” Carmen said. She had her own mobile in her hand. “But for now, I need Konnor for a different reason.”
“What?” Scarlett and Nina asked at the same time.
“Mission,” Carmen said. “Pronto. Sascha’s orders.”
“Now?”
“Highest prio,” Carmen said, getting up. She was still dressed in her tactical gear. Well. Her top, since she preferred the mobility allowed by wearing a two-piece. She got up from the bed and crossed toward the door. I still wasn’t completely sure if she was being serious or not.
