Thread: Nightfall (Trixie x Iron & Wine)

It was a curse for Nora -- her body had always been very sensitive to the touch. She was not a lascivious woman by nature, but just the lightest of touches could send goosebumps all along her legs, and a little more could have her body priming for action. It was usually easy to ignore... but much to her shame, it made getting off even at a time like this relatively easy. She pulled sticky fingers away from her snatch, rubbing her thighs together once or twice before parting them and making to stand. Not even for someone else, motherfucker. There are lines I won't cross. It'll make it easier for everyone if you go ahead and remember that, Nora said. She would have done anything to save the city as a whole, but if it meant stripping herself to full vulnerability right in front of a man like him, in physical grasp... well, the worst could happen, and as long as she drew breath she could atone for any sins of hers. It was a very cold and very cruel logic, but a life like Nora's did strange things to the human brain. She had a will you could bend steel around. She felt her heart hammer in her ears as she saw the last girl left in this asshole's grasp -- she was going to stop this, get those girls out... and then go after him. She knew that this was all going to go on the internet, that these tasks would become more outrageous as time went on... it would just get worse and worse, and she wasn't going to let that happen. But for now... for now she could do her best to save Stacy. Stacy deserved that much. She was about to ask what the next task was when she heard an all-too-familiar sound. Nora nearly dived for the Tec-9, ducking to stabilize aim and minimize the target, body snapping around like a whip to aim straight at the head coming through the door. ... drop the fucking gun, Sykes, Nightshade said -- the safety was already off, and her finger hovered just gently over the trigger. She'd never killed a cop, but she had a long history of breaking arms and kneecaps of cops that tried to get in her way. A friendly little reminder that Nightshade worked outside the law. Her eyes flitted to the screen for a moment before back to Sykes, watching him slowly lower his pistol. Her movement was languid and smooth as she lowered her own pistol, settling it on the edge of the bed. She wasn't about to lose it all on a shootout. She began to rise, looking almost unashamed of being so bare in the company of a man of the law and a man of doubtlessly countless psychoses. ... you're a fucking monster, Nightshade said, turning entirely away from Sykes to address the camera. I'll do it. Drop em, she said, glancing quickly to Sykes and glancing down to his pants, before turning back to the screen, but how about this. You could tell me where you are, she said as Sykes got to removing his pants, but I'm sure you won't be there for very long. Not after you let those girls go -- ASSUMING, of course, you don't have a guy waiting with a silenced gun for them outside, Nora said. She obviously wasn't putting anything past him. ... you tell me where you'll be in an hour or two, which I doubt you'll do since you're recording this... or you show me your face. Show me your face, and I'll do this for you, Nora said. She turned back to Sykes -- he wasn't a bad-looking man. In an older sort of way, anyway. She didn't think she could get him to cum three times in such a short time, but she'd have to try. She worked her way around the bed, delving into the stripper's drawers, giving her a sympathetic look at the same time, to retrieve what she'd hoped to find a tube of lube. It was flavored -- great. She tossed it over to him, motioning for him to sit down on the chair. The moment she had him on the chair, she made her way over to him. She gave him a tight-lipped smile, settling her hands down on his shoulder as she threw her leg over his opposite hip, her pussy lips parting just slightly as she straddled his body. She wasn't a virgin in the technical sense, having torn through her virginal wall with strenuous exercise and... other things, but she'd never made love to a man before. However, she seemed somewhat unbothered as she slowly lowered herself down, until her hole was pressed to the top of his cock. Birth control was a necessity in this business... one could never be sure if one would be taken down and... taken advantage of. Her lips parted slightly as she lowered herself down, wincing only slightly as the lubricated shaft slid into her depths.