Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

Because Im unpredictable, Special Agent. She grinned. Thats what makes me so devilishly awesome. Havent you heard? She then put on her best British accent that actually sounded quite believable. Im not queen. Im the devils mistress. And youre on your one-way ticket to hell to meet the big daddy. She waggled her eyebrows. Her mood had increasingly lightened but it was a simple matter of putting things into perspective. Sure, Sky was Bens mission but he had stayed true to that and kept her safe. He was like James BondBut a lot more handsome and was equipped with a better sense of humor than Mr. Bond. Although if he ever ordered a martini shaken not stirred, she might double over with laughter until it killed her. Because only then would she really feel like she was in a James Bond movie. Then again, it wouldnt be so bad. She had always wanted to be a Bond girl, whether it was a good one or a bad one. Either way, they got to sleep with the sexy agent. That and the fact it was these moments that kept her sane after everything that happened. Without them, shed likely be a broken husk of her former self. But with all of this, this fight for survival, she had something to keep going for. Nothing would ever justify her mothers murder. But perhaps if everything went well, she could escape from this unscathed, go through years of therapy and maybe find a way to rule a country. Though to her understanding, Englands monarchy was more of a figure head than an actual monarchy, like the one back in the day when it actually had power. Parliament had the power and for good reason but still, the people of England did still look to their King or Queen. But she wasnt sure she liked that idea. That was a lot of pressure. And all she had ever truly aspired to be was a dancer. Those thoughts were dispelled by the lightheartedness of their little conversation full of quick quips and little jabs that sounded very perverted. Sky outright laughed at his reaction to her saying shes lick, coddle and comfort his jewels after hitting them again. He didnt seem to like it, or if he did, he had an odd way of showing it by the way he squeezed his legs together. She giggled and shook her head. Here I thought MI6 Agents were tough as nails, feared nothing, least of all being hit in their balls. She giggled, rolling her eyes. Ben seemed to really approve what she did to the Honda she found. It was in perfect condition aside from the throw up stains but Sky had promptly covered them up. Once she presented the car to him, she did notice how his eyes seemed to linger more on her than the actual car. She wondered if she should have pressed her body up against the car like a pin up. That would have really driven him wild and to be quite honest, the very thought of it amused her. But it also excited her. Was she having an effect on the MI6 agent? Or was he just simply playing a little too close to the game, shaving too close to the collar, and actually thinking this was a James Bond movie where he got the girl in the end? To her dismay though, he handed her some clothes that seemed to cover her. Sky was a confident gal, always was and she worked hard to achieve the things she had. She had no shame in exposing her body to people, so long as she wasnt completely nude. No, that was for private times with a man, who was likely to also be naked too. What she wore and how she dressed herself only accentuated her figure and though she didnt flaunt it often, didnt mean she was opposed to it. Still, the white trench coat was highly unappealing but she rolled her eyes. Putting it on, she buttoned it up and was kind of thankful for the fact that no one would see blood on her. But she wouldnt thank him. No, that would just be justifying this choice of jacket. He mussed her hair up which earned a glare in his direction. Yeah, you better watch your balls after mussing up my hair. And placed this offending cap on her head. Practically snatching the sunglasses out of his hands, she put them on. You sure do know how to make a girl go from a playful mood to a seriously annoyed mood. She hissed. Getting into the car, she buckled up and looked to him. Though she felt annoyed, she was easy to smile at how he was able to go from giving her hideous clothes to a somewhat compassionate man. She pushed the sunglasses down her nose and looked at him. Throw a ball and chain into the mix, I think you will fit quite the bill. Waggling her eyebrows, she pushed her sunglasses back up her nose and sat back to enjoy the ride. The hooker comment did not go unnoticed by her but she decided not to react. Not quite yet. Only once he parked into the malls parking lot, did she finally react. She unbuckled herself and then reached over to him, her hand moving between his legs, cupping him through his pants. Not in a vice grip but she knew shed certainly get his attention this way. Call me a hooker again and you best hope youre not the first I send to the gallows. She whispered, his lips brushing along his ear. The only time I enjoy being called such names is if I am bent overa thick cock inside of meplundering me hard, the way a man would do to a whore. It was almost a purr rather than a whisper. She then kissed his cheek and slowly released his jewels. Got it? But she wasnt even angry. She had this smirk on her face and as she pulled back completely, her head tilted. Good. She didnt even wait for him to answer. Opening the door, she got out of the car and smoothed the jacket over her body before she began to walk, a slight pep in her step. It just might be a lot of fun to mess with this agent. If he thought shed make this easy for him, he had a rude awakening coming for him. Schuyler was being tested by the trials she was apparently forced to go through. These little games were the only way she knew how to stay sane. And apparently her new prey was the MI6 agent protecting her. She couldnt help it. She needed some way not to lose her mind completely. Hed just have to endure whatever went through her mind, the fact she had no filter and also that with everything she did, she only further proved how unladylike she was for any kind of monarchy throne. Scandal in England, most certainly! Walking into the store, she took her sunglasses off and placed them atop her head. The first store she saw was a Wet Seal and she walked right into it. She normally didnt shop here, preferring Old Navy or even a WalMart but she liked clothes from here and it was the first sore she saw. She needed to get out of bloody clothes and into actual clean ones. She started browsing around, picking up some jeans, shorts, shirts, even some flimsy panties and bras that they sold there. If Ben was paying, well then he better buy her all this stuff. Normally she wasnt really one for shopping but right now, just about anything could lighten up her mood. And shopping was one of them.