Lounging on a chair, an idle smiling playing around her lips, Talit looked over the guard that was watching her.
Mmmh. Nice arms, very respectable muscle. Wonder how many reps he does with those. And if he cradled me the way he's cradling that gun... She licked her lips as she caught his eye, tasting the flush that spread across his face as he quickly looked away.
Those clothes aren't doing him any favours, but his legs look sturdy enough. A little opposing support and he could probably hold me up for a good while. Her gaze slid over to the side.
There's a nice open spot on that wall that would work nicely. She does seem fond of the spartan look, doesn't she. Or, clear off the desk, that will give him a good angle to really go to town on my- A buzzing sensation ran up her ear, and she smiled as she touched one finger to her earring.
"Yes Katy, what is it?""Sorry to disturb you Mistress, but there's someone here to see you."
So soon? My my, can't a girl have some time to herself every once and a while? "Lovely. Who is it?" "She... refused to say. Apparently she only said that she was here, and she wanted to see you."
Talith frowned.
Well that's just rude."Also, Mistress... she was armed with a grenade."
That got her attention, and for a moment a dark expression crossed Talith's face. Either the girl was incredibly ignorant, incredibly paranoid, incredibly stupid, or had a death wish.
"I assume it was confiscated?""Yes Mistress. She surrendered it without a fight."
So, stupid, paranoid or ignorant then. Whatever the case, the girl needed to learn some manners, whoever she was. Sighing, Talith rubbed her forehead.
Children. "Where is she now?""At a table on the bar floor, Mistress. Beth tried to offer her something to drink, but she got refused." A sly note entered the tattooed girl's voice. "Though, she was pretty sure she was able to give her something else."
Talith blinked, and a smile began to cross her lips.
Interesting. Perhaps she'd get some play time after all.
"Thank you, Katy. Leave her be, and have Beth and Sheila make sure Room 13 is ready. I'll take care of our... guest.""Yes Mistress."
Looking like a contented cat, Talith returned her gaze to the guard, who was eyeing her quizzically. If things went the way she hoped, then it might be a very enjoyable day after all.
"Just a business call," she said innocently,
"Nothing to worry your handsome head about." Outside the office, voices could be heard approaching, and the door opened to reveal her target, accompanied by a small throng of people. Instantly the guard leaped to attention. "Uh, Ma'am, there's someone here to-"
"Harriet! Darling." Smoothly rising from her chair, Talith started towards the leader of the Supernatural Underground, her hips swaying just the right amount as her scent subtly drifted across the room.
"You never write, you never call. It's almost like you don't care." Coming to a stop, she clasped the black woman's hands between her own, pouting.
"Did our time together mean nothing to you? A fling, a phase? I'm hurt." For a moment, Harriet blanched, then recovered. "Lady Tori. What a... surprise. I didn't think you would be here."
Smiling, reveling in the other woman's clear discomfort, Talith shrugged.
"Oh, I was just passing through, and it's been so long since I last had the pleasure of your company." "I see." Turning, Harriet nodded to the others. "It's alright, we'll discuss it later. I'll... attend to our guest." She gave the dusky woman a side-long glance.
Talith chuckled as she sashayed to the desk, perching on one corner as the other woman closed the door. The truth was was that, while Harriet Silas did have a standing offer to her bed, she had never taken advantage of it. Always too occupied with her own little crusade to indulge herself. And if the circles under eyes and the exhaustion that pervaded her body were any indication, indulging was something that she desperately needed.
"Exciting events, dear?" Sighing as she sat down, Harriet rubbed her eyes. "You might say that." She glanced up at Talith. "You might also say that it's rare for you to leave your club, Lady Tori." Her voice dropped in emphasis of the "Lady". "And I know that it isn't for the "pleasure of my company"."
Again, Talith shrugged.
"True, I do have ulterior motives for seeing you. In fact, I suspect that why I'm here is one and the same as what has your knickers in such a twizzle." She smiled as she spied the confused frown on Harriet's face.
"You know, a rather interesting story reached my ears from one of my pets. Something about a theatre collapse in New York last night? You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"For a moment, Harriet was silent, scrutinizing her guest. Unfortunately, she couldn't discern anything from the dark-haired woman's innocent expression. "Yes. An Edge hideout got raided. We managed to save some people, but lost a few along the way. Also had a run-in with an angel."
"How tragic. They are getting rather bold, aren't they." She filed away the note about the angel for later. They didn't often show up, and most of the time with new people they weren't exactly fond of her kind.
Harriet nodded. "We think they're ramping up production on something, but we don't know what." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the other woman. "Why are you asking about this? Last I knew your family didn't take much interest in things outside their world."
It was a dig and they both knew it, but Talith was in a good mood.
"Oh, Harriet, my darling girl. It's not a question of whether or not I'm interested, it's whether or not I need to do anything about it." She slipped off the desk, stretching her arms over her head.
"Well, as much as I'd love to continue chatting and catch up, I'm afraid that I have an appointment that I really would like to keep."Sighing, Harriet rubbed her eyes. "A new client, I suppose?"
Talith grinned as she began sidling to the door.
"Perhaps. The night is still young.""It's day, Lady Tori."
"Here, yes." She paused by the light switch, and turned back.
"Oh, and Harriet dear?" The Heart of the Underground looked up, and found that for once the woman's face bore a sympathetic expression.
"Do take care of yourself, my love. I'd hate to have to dig you out of an unmarked grave. Again." She flipped the light switch, departing with a sing-song voice.
"Mistress's orders."
Back at Angel's Embrace, Talith emerged from a darkened corner behind the bar, nodding to Jared. As versatile as her office was, there was nothing quite like the view from behind the bar; she had made sure there was sight lines of everything and everyone. Breathing deeply, she sighed, letting her power creep over the room. It was slow, prime time started closer to early evening, but there was still that general ambiance of sensuality that made her horns tingle with anticipation. The faintest hints of pleasure coming up from below were just enough to set her appetite.
She waggled her fingers to Katy, who immediately made her way over.
"So, which one is she?"The head waitress gestured to one of the tables. "Hoodie, jeans, dark make-up. She's been watching Jessica for the last fifteen minutes."
Talith smiled at that.
"Well, at least she has good taste. Everything is ready?"Katy bowed just slightly. "Yes Mistress."
"Good girl. make sure that Beth gets my approval once she's on her break." Her grin became sensuous as she fastened her gaze on her target.
"Personally. Sheila's still off-limits." As Katy smiled gratefully and hurried away, Talith stepped back, reweaving the shadows into her "Bar Tori" look: a modest corset that gave her bust a slight lift, an open leather-like jacket that masked a lot while enticing one to look at what was visible, a short skirt that hugged her hips, and calf-length heeled boots. She licked her lips in anticipation as she stepped out from behind the bar. If everything went the way she hoped, then this poor girl would
never forget it.
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