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Thread: The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

The rest of that night was spent wandering the streets in silent contemplation on his way to his hotel room. He had been at this for five years...and had been in the business of ending life for far longer than that. It was true that Zhan needed to be taken down, and his acceptance of pay to do that was a fortunate convenience. That didn't mean that killing a man was no light matter. Despite his trade, Lucas refused to undervalue human life. That's what allowed him to stay on the right side of the line between contract killer and maniacal murderer. Once up in his hotel room, Lucas slipped out of his coat to reveal the silenced pistol he had holstered under his arm. He placed it on the bed and reached behind him to take out a couple of knives, and reached in his pocket to remove his garrote. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt revealed his well honed body. Dense and subtle muscle that was built for power, but not bulky enough to slow him down. He fulfilled his training regiment that consisted of squats, sit-ups, pull ups, and countless pushups on his hardened knuckles. After taking a soothing shower, he laid upon his hotel bed in nothing but his boxers and slowly slipped off into slumber, the death mask of Zhan making more than one appearance in his dreams that night. He ended up contacting Hazeldine later the next morning. The transaction went smoothly as usual as they spoke through the video, Lucas wearing a pair of dark cylindrical sunglasses, however the mention of his reward caught him off guard. Was he planning to double-cross him? At the knock at his door, he hastily got up and tiptoed to peer through the hole to see who it was, a knife ready in his deft hand in a reverse grip.
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Moving silently across the plush carpet of the upscale hotel room, Lucas positioned himself on one side of the doorframe shooting through the door as soon as you saw the increased brightness of the peephole's cover being removed from the inside was an old killer's trick. In the distorted, fisheye view it afforded him, he saw a young woman waiting outside the room, dressed in a bellhop's uniform , her dark hair neatly tucked under a cap, holding a small tray in one gloved hand, on which lay a cream-coloured envelope. Lucas flicked a practised gaze over her, and the uniform was well-fitted enough to her shapely form that he could discern no signs of concealed weaponry on her at least from this side. There was a chuckle from the still-open laptop. Allow me to apologise, Mr. Lucas, Senator Hazeldine said ruefully. That came out rather more ominously than I intended it to. No, I have no intentions of reneging on our deal or trying to, ah, eliminate you. In fact, along with your agreed upon fee, I have something to offer you that I hope will encourage you to stick around so that we might conduct more business together. Besides, if I was going to assassinate you, I'd hardly send my own daughter to do the job, would I?
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Lucas had his blade poised and ready to lash out at a moment's notice, however as he looked through the peephole, he saw it was simply a woman in a bellhop's uniform. She seemed harmless enough, devoid of a killer's coldness in her eyes. His head turned to face the open laptop as he heard Senator Hazeldine laugh and offer him some sort of explanation. Growling lowly, he sheathed his assassin's dagger. Sending your daughter to the hotel room of a contract killer? That seems a bit unscrupulous don't you think? What if I was the excessively jumpy type? he shot back at him before he opened the door. The lens of the peephole distorted his vision greatly. Although dressed in a simple bellhop's uniform and her dark hair tucked beneath a hat, he took in the lovely refined features of her face, and detected hints of a shapely figure beneath the clothing she wore. Senator Hazeldine might have been a sick fuck, but at least his daughter was hot. Reaching over to the tray, he grasped the envelope cautiously before opening the door more for her. Come in...make yourself at home he said with courtesy as he stepped aside for her to come in. Even though he was an assassin, he liked the sight of a gorgeous woman. Though he would save the sweet talking until after his conversation with Hazeldine was over. It wouldn't be wise to piss off his employer. Sitting in front of the laptop once again, he opened the envelope. It contained the amount in cash, as was agreed upon earlier, but with that was a letter. His eyes skimmed over it quickly before he looked to the screen. Mind telling me what this is? he asked him
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I was counting on your reputation for precision and discretion being well founded. And, frankly, your business sense why kill someone if there's nothing in it for you, and a great deal of opportunity should you refrain? Hazeldine steepled his fingers on the screen, waiting patiently as Lucas attended to his visitor. The woman outside the hotel room cocked her head slightly, expectantly as Lucas opened the door. She met his gaze frankly, before her blue eyes dropped, making a survey of him. Seeing as he stood there in just his underwear, there was plenty of lean, sculpted muscle for her to run her eyes over. Her expression as she looked down the cleft of his pectorals, the hard undulations of his stomach and firm trunks of his thighs was not displeased, and she smiled, her smooth cheeks dimpling nicely around crimson lips. Thanks... she said, discarding the tray against the wall as soon as he'd taken the letter off it. She leaned back, pushing the door closed with her slenderly curved weight, then swayed into the room. It's a little lower-rent than I'm used to, but we'll make do. She picked a French Court-style chair and seated herself in it, relaxing or rather, slipping into a comfortable poise that didn't fail to show off her supple figure to best effect and watched Lucas thoughtfully. There was a faint, satiny rasp from the bellhop pants as she crossed her legs, and she absently dandled one of her Louboutins from her toes as she waited. The senator smiled as Lucas resumed his place in front of the computer with the letter. Attached to the paper was a card, much like a credit card mailout something that Lucas wasn't personally all that familiar with, due to his lack of permanent address and frequent changes in alias. This one was metallic black, with a very faintly embossed serial number and a logo of three stylised, intertwined dog heads. That, Mr. Lucas, is an offer of membership to a very exclusive club. An association of connoisseurs like a wine taster's guild, or a platinum airline lounge. Though in this case, we are aficionados of something altogether more exquisite than cigars or vintage cars. Female flesh. That is your key to unlock access to a range of the most alluring, accomplished, intriguing and arousing women you've ever imagined. If you'll allow me to be crude, Mr. Lucas it's an all-you-can-eat smorgasboard of world-class pussy.
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He eyed the woman as she discarded the tray in the manner of one who was happy to have completed her task. Walking in he heard the door close behind him. At her comment concerning the room, his gaze returned to her. What do you mean 'we'll make due'? he asked her, before he realized that his conference call was still on. Electing to finally put something on, he grabbed a black short sleeved shirt and hastily pulled it over his head before he sat in front of the open laptop once again. Rummaging through the contents of the envelope, he came upon the mysterious black card and regard it curiously. As his employer filled him in as to what it was, he couldn't help but wonder how far the rabbit hole went. Political assassination wasn't uncommon. He pulled off many of those, both as an agent and as a private contractor. But what this man seemed to be involved with seemed sinister. This 'smorgasbord of world class pussy' as he liked to call it reeked of human trafficking. He doubted the scruples of one who would dirty his hands like that. Lucas felt he should be prudent, and kept all of this to himself. Hmm, I see. So why are you offering me such a lavish gift? he asked him
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Senator Hazeldine smiled the quiet smile of an angler who believed he had a fish on the hook, and now just needed to reel in the line. As I said, my intention is to further our business relationship. I'm an ambitious man, Mr. Lucas, I make no bones about that. And ambitious men like me are the ones who keep your children shod so to speak. Zhan is not the only individual whom I believe is an impediment to my goals. There are other targets I need... dealt with, and more to the point, there will be more in the future as the situation changes, whom I do not yet know the identities of because they haven't yet crossed me. Hazeldine's eyes flashed with a steely light. I'd like to make you an offer. I want to put you on retainer. You remain available to me, and I will provide you with the details of targets are regular intervals. You'll be paid your usual fee plus, shall we say a ten percent bonus per successful assignment cumulatively. And in the mean time, I sponsor you as a member of the Society, to give you something rather enjoyable to occupy your time with between jobs. Hazeldine lowered his chin, looking through the camera at Lucas from under his brows with a confident, trustworthy, politician's smile. Does that seem acceptable?
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Lucas considered Hazeldine's words carefully, tapping the black card against the table from time to time as he mulled over what to do. It would seem that this Senator was even more ambitious then he previously thought. Zhan was but his first contract with him, and from what he was telling him, he felt he would need Lucas' services for future wet work. He wasn't sure what Hazeldine was after, what goal he wished to achieve with all the intrigue and bloodshed that Zhan's death seemed to be a prelude to. However being put on retainer and earning a ten percent bonus ontop of his usual fee which was considerable was a great deal. This would be every hired gun's dream job. That plus the promise of a healthy amount of 'distraction' did plenty to sweeten the deal. Even hired hit men like Lucas had needs, there was no way he'd refuse. Well I was promised future contracts from other ambitious patrons as yourself, but under the circumstance I believe I can afford to terminate all other contracts for now. I accept he said. However, were do I find this 'social club'? And how do I use this? he asked him, holding up the black card so that his employer could view it.
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The Senator smiled a slow, wide, cold sort of smile as Lucas agreed to the arrangement. It was the smile of a dragon settling down on its hoard of gold. Excellent. This will prove to be a most mutually beneficial endeavour, Mr. Lucas. You will make a great deal of money and I will gain a great deal of influence. He glanced at the card as Lucas held it up to the camera, then shook his patrician head briefly. It's not that sort of club not one with permanent facilities. Though from time to time there are scheduled meetings for any members in an area who wish to attend at private residences, or hired venues. Think of it more as a shared secret handshake it allows you to recognise certain people you may meet as fellow members of the Society, and enjoy certain services from them. I believe my daughter can explain further. Claire? The brunette glanced up and planted her high-heeled boots on the floor, rising and swaying slowly over to where Lucas sat. She perched herself on the edge of the table where the laptop rested, just to one side of the camera's field of view, her back arched slightly with a model's poise, one hand resting on her knee, the other hanging near his leg, drifting idly back and forth. It's pretty straightforward, handsome, Claire Hazeldine drawled, giving him a smouldering look and sly smile. She rolled up one sleeve, revealing a worked silver bracelet around her wrist with a symbol on its surface. The engraving was of something like a five-petalled flower or piece of fruit with a cluster of round seeds at its heart. This is the pomegranate symbol if you see it on a piece of jewellery, a tattoo or something like that, it means the wearer is a Persephone... one of the female members of the Society. You show one of them one of us the mark of the Hadeans, she nodded at the Cerberus-head sign on the card, and... well... She gave a small shrug that was nonetheless laden with unspoken erotic potential.
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Lucas' eyes wandered off the screen to the sultry woman who strutted towards him, every step a subtle seduction, the gaze of a woman who he'd like to get hot and bothered. Making a little room for her as she planted her magnificent rump on the edge of the table, he looked up to her admiringly, her ample bust raised with her arched back. She raised her sleeve to reveal that silver bracelet she bore, explaining to him the significance of pomegranate symbol. Well, that seems to be simple enough. I think I will enjoy using this card for my benefit he said, looking at her as she gave him that suggestive gesture that seemed to be a prelude for good things to come, before he turned to Hazeldine. Thank you very much for the fee and invitation. I'll contact you if I have further questions, and feel free to contact me when you have an assignment. Good bye he said, before ending the call and closing the laptop. Sitting back in his chair he regarded Claire appraisingly before he returned the sultry smile she graced him with earlier. Placing the black card on the table, he reclined further comfortably, his muscular legs spreading slightly as he gazed at her approvingly. So gorgeous, how do you suggest we spend the time? I can ring up room service for booze if you'd like he offered, his eyes looking up to hers.
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The Senator scowled for a moment as Lucas moved to turn off the screen, obviously unused to being the one who was dismissed in so peremptory a fashion. But he vanished before he could make his opinion on the matter known. Claire giggled as Lucas closed the computer, then ran her eyes down his broad-shouldered, trim frame with as much frank interest as he showed her. Well, that's up to you... she purred, reaching up and removing her bellhop's cap. Beneath it, her dark hair was gathered into a loose bun held in place with ivory pins, but would clearly fall past her shoulders when released. Brushing her bangs out of her face, she reached down and undid the top couple of buttons on her jacket, revealing the slim, creamy curve of her throat and a hint of the upper swell of her breasts. You could order a bottle of champagne and we see where the morning takes us... Claire lifted one leg, dragging the point of one of her high heels along his thigh muscle. Maybe you want to take a bath, soak out some of that 'professional assassin' tension, she tittered, a touch nervously. Maybe you want me to invite a friend over to share. Or maybe there's something you've always wanted to do with a woman, some fantasy you've never tried... Claire watched him with a seductive heat in her eyes, crimson lips parted slightly, the tip of her pink tongue moistening them.
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Smirking slightly, Lucas looked down to his leg as he felt the tip of her heel caress against it dotingly, looking up to see her remove the cap from her head. He imagined that he'd be undoing that loose bun she held her hair up in the very near future, looking forward to seeing the luscious brunette's locks tumble artfully. Seeing her teasingly undo the first couple of buttons of her jacket coaxed him even further. His gaze became transfixed upon her crimson lips as she licked them suggestively. Claire certainly knew how to draw out a man. She wouldn't be complaining either. Gently grasping her leg and swaying it aside, he slowly stood up and moved closer to the woman, cradling her cheek softly as he kissed her other cheek with the utmost of tenderness, very close to her ear. He was an assassin, but that didn't mean he was crude and abusive. He knew that a woman would be more willing and eager of she was treated right. His lips trailed up her jawline, kissing her earlobe gently as his hand flowed down from her cheek down to her slender neck, his thumb and forefinger busying themselves with undoing the third button of her coat. I don't think inviting a friend would be necessary. You're the type of woman who demands full attention he said with a seductive and alluring voice, his lips kissing her ear attentively. Champagne and a bath seems like a good idea though. Would you like to get the water running and make yourself comfortable while I order champagne? I'll join you afterward so we can discuss what to do. I'm sure there are some things you'd ask of me...and I'd be willing to oblige he said, his attentions shifting down her neck, his teeth gently sinking into the tender flesh before he kissed up to her chin. He was waiting for her to initiate the kiss on the lips, his attentions meaning to goad her to make the first advance in their lovemaking.
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Claire lifted her chin as Lucas rose, watching him with slightly-lidded eyes and slightly-parted lips. She smiled as he cupped her cheek in his hand, feeling the trigger and knife-hilt callouses on his palms and the pads of his fingers, the scars where garrotting wire had dug into his knuckles. Her tongue darted out, brushing the heel of his hand where the veins of his wrist showed. The young woman felt her heart race her father had briefed her on exactly how dangerous a man this was, and even if he hadn't shown her the crime-scene photos and body count, she could feel the hard, coiled tension in his body, see the coolness in his eyes beneath the smile and desire. She arched responsively into his touch, her breath catching in her throat, her shoulders leaning in and head tilting as he kissed her ear. Mhhhm... she exhaled softly, involuntarily, her hand coming up to run along Lucas' upper arm and elbow, tracing the lines of lean muscle. She chuckled at his words, her even white teeth digging into her deep red lower lip. Glad you think so. And just so you know... that card will already get you everywhere with me, but flattery certainly helps. Oh, Claire gasped as his teeth prickled her neck, and by the time Lucas lifted his face towards hers she was breathing harder, her pale cheeks visibly flushed with arousal. Without prompting she darted forward, smothering his mouth with her plush lips, sucking the tip of his tongue between them for a lingering moment. She leaned back, smiling lasciviously, and nodded. Slipping off the table, she turned and headed towards the bathroom. I've always felt more comfortable naked, if that's what you mean, she teased with a glance back over her shoulder, finishing the job of undoing her jacket. Claire let it fall to the ground behind her, revealing her sinuous, slender back, and that she wasn't wearing a bra. She pushed down her pants as she walked, the black lace waistband of a pair of sleek pantyhose visible clinging to her peach of an ass. Claire entered the bathroom, leaving the door standing open, and a few moments later there was the sound of running water and a few wisps of steam curled out of the doorway.
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Lucas closed his eyes and cocked his head to the side as he felt her kiss his lips. Groaning involuntarily, he returned the kiss with full affection as his palm caressed her cheek gently. Her lovely crimson lips were accentuated by her pale skin, yet as their amorous prelude to the good times to come brought more color to her cheeks. He caught a glimpse of this when they briefly broke their kiss, his tongue tasting her warm lips as she suckled on it teasingly. He let her hop off the desk and head to the bathroom, a smirk played upon his lips as he saw her shrug out of her coat and step out of her pants. By the time he picked up the phone for room service, he caught a glimpse of her gorgeous ass through the see-through fabric of her pantyhose. Upon ordering the champagne, he elected to remove his shirt. He caught a glimpse of her, it was only fair that she have something to look at. The sound of water filling the tub greeted him as he joined his guest in the bathroom. Standing behind her in front of the mirror he gently caressed her slender hips as he glanced at all that she bore in her reflection. He body bore curves in all the right places. A very perfect example of voluptuous elegance. Resisting the sudden urge to fondle her perky breasts, his palms messaged her slender abdomen as his lips slowly kissed up her shoulder. One hand crept up her arm and shoulder, eventually reaching for the ivory pins that held her hair up. Pulling them out, her brunette locks fell in an artful tumble. His smiled in approval as his lips kissed up her neck. Tell me truly do I frighten you? he asked, detecting a slight hint of apprehension in her gestures and her face. Not that he could blame her he was a contract killer after all.
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Water guttered from the gold-plated faucets as Lucas entered the room, stirring the tub's water up and generating a mountain range of frothing white bubbles atop it. The air smelled faintly of lavender. Claire met his gaze as he came up behind her, though her eyes drifted down over the hard expanse of his bared torso with no sign of displeasure. His chin could rest atop her head as he stood behind her, framing her subtly curved figure in the reflection as it slowly steamed up. Her hips shifted to the side at his touch, a seductive roll perhaps conscious, perhaps not into his palms. Claire smiled and tilted her head as he kissed her shoulder, biting down on a faint moan, and shook her head to let her hair tumble down as he unpinned it. Oh, she exhaled very slightly at the feel of his lips on her throat and hands on her stomach, stretching langorously at the sensual contact. Lucas felt her stiffen at his question, and Claire's hands pressed against his, as if holding the scarred, calloused, killer's hands in place with her own delicate white digits. The young woman twisted, letting her look up at his face from the corner of his eye and letting him feel her breath on his jaw as she spoke. Honestly? Yes, she admitted quietly. Claire pushed down on his hands, guiding them south on her sleek body. Even through the clinging, sheer black material of the pantyhose, Lucas could feel the heat emanating from her core, and the wetness that soaked the fabric with its feminine perfume. And that excites me.