Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

Had the woman dragged the gun from the confines of her mouth and had actually given her the opportunity to speak, her first words might have lead to her getting shot either way. Asking her to repeat what she'd tried to convey was a humiliation all on its own, never acting the type to be so accommodating when it came to deaf idiots. On this end of the spectrum, she wasn't so much dealing with an incompetent client as she was being physically forced into the position. Valerie felt the barrel being pushed further into her mouth and she had to wonder if death would be less painful should the bullet curve directly down into her belly. The warmth of the woman's breath against her ear only served to encourage her paranoia, the stroke of the other's tongue leading only to a slight puff of cold air thereafter. She tried her hardest to remain still, as if she was not the only person in the room and that she might be ignored should her responses be less than satisfactory. Unfortunately a pipe-dream at best, the pistol was at least removed and she was back to licking her cheeks clean of that disgusting, metal taste and the freedom of her mouth as she was finally able to close them without much of a threat. Having been pushed back away from the desk, she was wondering then what the woman had in mind. The gun was still one of the, if not the only, factors when it came to the blonde's submission and obedience. Fear made people stupid, and it was what she preyed on. Karma was a bitch she thought vehemently as Valerie found herself was forcibly removed from her table, staggering back even as the woman slinked up to the wooden surface. Whilst her implications were fully lost on the blonde, there was no denying that the woman intended on having a strip-tease recording to possibly be sold to those who might have known about this before the previews came. She wondered if Zhanna made a living off of blackmailing and maybe coercion and not just due to her purely kept purity. There was nothing worse than sending out a false report. Now that she was free to move, she complied, having worn out most of her arguments and with the threat of the gun still lying there on her table. There wasn't much else she could do but begin to unbutton her blouse bit by bit, the blazer having already been removed and thrown haphazardly on the ground, there wasn't much the to strip out of. Besides, Valerie would be sore pressed to find people of her nature or her caliber to really put on a performance that had her audience screeching for more. That piece of clothing fell to the ground softly, leaving on only her brassiere accompanied by the smooth curves of her shoulders and waist. Her pants which she pulled off equally ungraceful to deter the woman from her intentions, were dropped to the ground and she stepped out in all her pale beauty. Normally hidden beneath an ultimately bitchy guise, had nobody be none the wiser, she could have passed for a modern beauty. Her arms and legs were slender whilst her bust boasted a moderately impressive size, her stomach a gentle expanse of skin which heaved up slightly with every breath and gave way to her hips and creamy thighs. With everything said and done, she folded her arms, opened her mouth and broke the mood. I'm not retarded.