Mayfly leapt down from the dump truck three blocks later, skipping over a puddle in the street as she did. Taking stock of her current location she grimaced at the sight before her. She’d taken her ride uptown, and now gleaming new buildings of glass stretched up into the late evening gloom, obelisks of ordered society which vanished into the hazy darkness beyond the street lights. Frumpy suit wearing types were burning the midnight oil or leaving at long last and likely heading nowhere but home. Nary a punk looking to accost them or hooker plying her trade was to be seen far and wide.
Frankly she found the whole sight disgustingly law abiding and it took all her self control not to kick in the nearest window so that things would feel a bit more normal for her. But she managed to control her rage against the machine of society for the moment, little noticing how her stomach felt unsettled, the last traces of Poison’s corrupting cum that she’d swallowed simmering with power as they responded to Mayfly’s anger at so much order. The effect was a heady high, like she’d spontaneously summoned a shot of liquor into her gut and had her already fearless demeanor now driven even more outwardly abrasive. She nearly tripped one businessman, her skull stocking clad leg kicking out as he passed by, the contents of his briefcase spilling out onto the ground as he failed to catch it.
“What the-”
“You say something to me pencil prick?”
She gave her best glare, eager for a fight and smirked as the man wilted before her.
“Balless suits. Not even worth my time…”
Though she had a thoughtful look on her face as she turned. The Phantom Gang could get some good money from losers like that with the right merchandize. Once they had a couple working girls to take the stage and the motel, she’d be able to lure idiots like that into compromising positions. A bit of blackmail here, some corporate espionage there (depending on if they had anything worth looking into while they were distracted) and even these highrise movers and shakers would come to fear her and her gang!
Course she needed some new members.
“I ain’t wasting my nights on the stage or some shit. Need some good pieces of ass…”
Like the one in front of her.
Mayfly took her in. Straight black hair, smooth and neatly trimmed past her shoulder. Full lips, frowning as the lady looked at her phone. Her green eyes catching nothing of the circling pale skinned punk. A nice figure, though obscured by her outfit. Chest a bit on the small side, but some real nice legs. Given the outfit and her look it was clear that that badge on her chest for Channel Six Action News told that she had a place in front of the camera and not behind it.
But as far as Mayfly was concerned this Asian woman should be on a different sort of stage…
And for the strangest reason she knew she could have that happen. It was an impossible thought, and yet it wouldn’t go away.
Not one to ignore any impulse, Mayfly grabbed the phone out the lady reporter’s hand, one Rebecca Cheng going by what her name tag said, and tossed it behind her onto the sidewalk.
“Hey! Who do you think you are?!” Rebecca asked, glaring pale skinned and fiery haired woman that had just grabbed her phone. Who only moved closer, forcing Rebecca to step back till her back it the wall of the building and she found herself pinned there, hot breath on her neck as her assilaint seemed almost possessed.
(Which she was, Mayfly’s eyes glowing off purple as the last traces of Poison’s magic cum raced through her veins lashed outward.)
Lips enclosed her own, a forceful, dominating kiss. It smelled of sweat and cheap liqour… and musky flavor street tough punk slut overwhelming her senses. Her lips tingled as she found her mouth opening up, welcoming the invasion despite herself. The tongue that pushed in, the hands that reached up and groped at her chest. The leg that moved up between her thighs, hitching her skirt upward and rubbing against her crotch.
Her mind seemed to blank for a moment.
And when it passed, she found the lecherous grin of that pale skank before her. Though she seemed somewhat exhausted from their connection too…
“Though you were hiding something little Miss Reporter Lady. Bet you’re a proper slut deep down… just pretending otherwise.”
“I’m n-not a slut you…”
Mayfly’s gloved finger silenced her, placed onto her lips and then slightly inwards. Where she found herself trying to bite down… and instead sucking.
“I think you picked the wrong career Miss Cheng…” Mayfly pulled her finger from Rebecca’s mouth with a wet pop and turned around. Putting a little sway into her hips as she walked to the cab that Rebecca had called for. “Just somethin’ to thing about.”
And with that she was off.
Leaving Rebecca confused, aroused, and… feeling so strange.
Sun Nov 17 20:59:32 2019