03-22-2023, 06:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-22-2023, 06:37 PM by Jaxen Marveet.)
As soon as Zephyr stopped, Jaxen eyed the dark boutique quite confused. If a shop in the Red Light district was open all night, it meant they sold toys. The fun kind. They also delivered. Not that Jaxen knew from personal experience. Okay, he knew from personal experience. Slutty clothing boutiques were also open late, but the hour had ticked on past for that kind of thing. He was about to tell Zephyr not to bother. That their destination wasn’t the kind of place people dressed up to impress, but as soon as she knelt in front of the door, he was struck rather speechless. She whipped out a lock-pick like others handled cutlery. Like he handled it.
While she pried apart the mechanism, Jaxen looked left and right down the street. He might have suggested they target the rear entrance rather than the main one, but nobody was close enough to bother worrying. More concerning than eye-witnesses were camera potentials. A store like this would definitely feature security system, and sure enough, as soon as the door opened, he would have wagered a silent alarm was sounding. It didn’t stop him following her inside, but he did make sure the door was closed soundly behind him afterward. No point inviting everyone in with them. Although, now he thought about that… No. Nevermind.
He watched her waltz through the place, strumming hangers and considering the options. As soon as she started to strip down, she had yet again an enraptured audience. If he had been concerned about cameras, by then, he could care less. She was painted with wide swaths of tattoos. The art was difficult to make the details in the low light, and when Jaxen licked his lips that time, it wasn’t because he was thirsty. When she dropped the panties out from under the skirt, his imagination was running wild. Jesus fucking Christ. At least it made sense why she was into the bad boy vibe.
Outside, he draped his arm around her shoulders. The spikes in her hair gleamed not unlike the one dangling from his ear. “Looks like we shop the same place,” he said, flicking it into swinging. Hers looked sharp enough to stab, but so was his.
Right after they started walking, Jaxen sent two messages.
The first message was to @Sage.
Got a favor to ask. Mind wiping the security footage from this boutique? Hot girl borrowed something.
Given that not an hour beforehand, Jaxen had been swapping spit with Sage’s boyfriend, he figured he’d get at least a response. Besides, it was all in good fun. Sage probably got hard watching the make-out session anyway. Who wouldn’t? Jaxen and Aiden? That’s a lot of hot male testosterone rubbing up and down one another. Plus they’d tried to kill each other in Ireland, and what was the tension of battle but unrecognized sexual tension anyway? So really, Jaxen did the guy a favor. Returning it was the decent thing for the guy to do.
The second (although presumably more important) was to his building doorman. Upside perks of living a condo, the services were all on-site. A minute later, concierge confirmed a time and place to meet. His coat could be taken off his hands then. Sure he’d walk the district in a knit-sweater knitted loose enough to bare his nips, but he was motherfucking Russian blood born. Cold didn’t bother him. Especially not when there was a reason. Outside the entrance to the abandoned Tube station, a man in a plain suit approached. The alert on his Wallet confirmed it, and he deposited the garment to his capable hands. “I’ll take care of it, Mr. Marveet,” he said and walked away without a second thought. Guy didn’t even glance at the scantily clad Zephyr. Just another night for him. Jaxen’s expression soured slightly with the name though. He’d given up insisting that they stop calling him that; the demand never stuck. Not even paying off the building manager worked. That was the downside of uptight, on-site staff. But he could live with it.
He wasn’t sure if Zephyr had been here before, so he tugged and led her along the passages. By the time the music was in earshot, he was already walking with the thumping beat. Then the Lair swallowed up two more souls, and they fell into the smokey den.
He smiled back at her as it was her turn to tug him forward. Almost immediately he wrapped arms around her. Their legs snaked, thighs bent into each others. The nightclub base kept the pulse, and Jaxen’s dancing was smooth as snakeskin.
After about ten minutes of grinding against Zephyr, they started making out. People shoved and moved into him constantly, but they were ignored for the most part. Until one particular hand was legit tapping him on the shoulder. He pulled the snake-like swirl of his tongue from her mouth long enough to see who had the balls to interrupt, when he recognized the impish face looking back at him.
It was baby-faced nineteen year old Denis. He hadn’t seen the guy since that day in the bookshop on the route to Baccarat. The kid had stolen a wallet off a pair of French tourists, but not before flagging facial recognition. Since the kid had only been out on parole nine-and-a-half weeks, he was going to go back for years unless Jaxen did something. Of course, that something ruined his tux in the process. And Denis made off with one of his cufflinks anyway.
Jaxen grinned. “You mother fucker,” then he slapped him on the shoulder. He had to lean in nearly lips to earlobe to get his voice across. “You owe me a pair of diamond cufflinks, asshole,” he said.
Denis had to lean in just as close to respond. “Pair?! I only made off with one,” he replied.
“They’re a fucking set ass wipe!” he held up his wrists, showing off two working arms. “What’d you do with it anyway?” he added.
“Sold it to Bukir,” he said. Jaxen rolled his eyes. Bukir probably underpaid by more than half.
“You working another job here, genius?” Jaxen yelled, but it was barely loud enough. Behind him, he was aware of Zephyr. She wouldn't be able to hear their conversation, but it was clear they knew one another. He hadn’t strayed far from her hands though, even went to the effort to stick his tight little ass out for her to grope while talking to Denis.
After that, Denis glanced around Jaxen’s shoulder, drinking in the girl in his company. He nodded approvingly then waved them both off the dance floor. Toward the bar.
Jaxen gestured Zephyr to come along. Besides, he was thirsty by then anyway.
"Another rum and coke or you ready for the good shit?" he asked her as he waved for the attention of one of the bartenders.
While she pried apart the mechanism, Jaxen looked left and right down the street. He might have suggested they target the rear entrance rather than the main one, but nobody was close enough to bother worrying. More concerning than eye-witnesses were camera potentials. A store like this would definitely feature security system, and sure enough, as soon as the door opened, he would have wagered a silent alarm was sounding. It didn’t stop him following her inside, but he did make sure the door was closed soundly behind him afterward. No point inviting everyone in with them. Although, now he thought about that… No. Nevermind.
He watched her waltz through the place, strumming hangers and considering the options. As soon as she started to strip down, she had yet again an enraptured audience. If he had been concerned about cameras, by then, he could care less. She was painted with wide swaths of tattoos. The art was difficult to make the details in the low light, and when Jaxen licked his lips that time, it wasn’t because he was thirsty. When she dropped the panties out from under the skirt, his imagination was running wild. Jesus fucking Christ. At least it made sense why she was into the bad boy vibe.
Outside, he draped his arm around her shoulders. The spikes in her hair gleamed not unlike the one dangling from his ear. “Looks like we shop the same place,” he said, flicking it into swinging. Hers looked sharp enough to stab, but so was his.
Right after they started walking, Jaxen sent two messages.
The first message was to @Sage.
Got a favor to ask. Mind wiping the security footage from this boutique? Hot girl borrowed something.
Given that not an hour beforehand, Jaxen had been swapping spit with Sage’s boyfriend, he figured he’d get at least a response. Besides, it was all in good fun. Sage probably got hard watching the make-out session anyway. Who wouldn’t? Jaxen and Aiden? That’s a lot of hot male testosterone rubbing up and down one another. Plus they’d tried to kill each other in Ireland, and what was the tension of battle but unrecognized sexual tension anyway? So really, Jaxen did the guy a favor. Returning it was the decent thing for the guy to do.
The second (although presumably more important) was to his building doorman. Upside perks of living a condo, the services were all on-site. A minute later, concierge confirmed a time and place to meet. His coat could be taken off his hands then. Sure he’d walk the district in a knit-sweater knitted loose enough to bare his nips, but he was motherfucking Russian blood born. Cold didn’t bother him. Especially not when there was a reason. Outside the entrance to the abandoned Tube station, a man in a plain suit approached. The alert on his Wallet confirmed it, and he deposited the garment to his capable hands. “I’ll take care of it, Mr. Marveet,” he said and walked away without a second thought. Guy didn’t even glance at the scantily clad Zephyr. Just another night for him. Jaxen’s expression soured slightly with the name though. He’d given up insisting that they stop calling him that; the demand never stuck. Not even paying off the building manager worked. That was the downside of uptight, on-site staff. But he could live with it.
He wasn’t sure if Zephyr had been here before, so he tugged and led her along the passages. By the time the music was in earshot, he was already walking with the thumping beat. Then the Lair swallowed up two more souls, and they fell into the smokey den.
He smiled back at her as it was her turn to tug him forward. Almost immediately he wrapped arms around her. Their legs snaked, thighs bent into each others. The nightclub base kept the pulse, and Jaxen’s dancing was smooth as snakeskin.
After about ten minutes of grinding against Zephyr, they started making out. People shoved and moved into him constantly, but they were ignored for the most part. Until one particular hand was legit tapping him on the shoulder. He pulled the snake-like swirl of his tongue from her mouth long enough to see who had the balls to interrupt, when he recognized the impish face looking back at him.
It was baby-faced nineteen year old Denis. He hadn’t seen the guy since that day in the bookshop on the route to Baccarat. The kid had stolen a wallet off a pair of French tourists, but not before flagging facial recognition. Since the kid had only been out on parole nine-and-a-half weeks, he was going to go back for years unless Jaxen did something. Of course, that something ruined his tux in the process. And Denis made off with one of his cufflinks anyway.
Jaxen grinned. “You mother fucker,” then he slapped him on the shoulder. He had to lean in nearly lips to earlobe to get his voice across. “You owe me a pair of diamond cufflinks, asshole,” he said.
Denis had to lean in just as close to respond. “Pair?! I only made off with one,” he replied.
“They’re a fucking set ass wipe!” he held up his wrists, showing off two working arms. “What’d you do with it anyway?” he added.
“Sold it to Bukir,” he said. Jaxen rolled his eyes. Bukir probably underpaid by more than half.
“You working another job here, genius?” Jaxen yelled, but it was barely loud enough. Behind him, he was aware of Zephyr. She wouldn't be able to hear their conversation, but it was clear they knew one another. He hadn’t strayed far from her hands though, even went to the effort to stick his tight little ass out for her to grope while talking to Denis.
After that, Denis glanced around Jaxen’s shoulder, drinking in the girl in his company. He nodded approvingly then waved them both off the dance floor. Toward the bar.
Jaxen gestured Zephyr to come along. Besides, he was thirsty by then anyway.
"Another rum and coke or you ready for the good shit?" he asked her as he waved for the attention of one of the bartenders.