Marseilles Madness IC

  • bakuinvestigations

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    August 29, 2017 at 7:22 pm

    Monday, March 22, 2077; 07:15
    Terrass Hotel, Paris; Baku

    A lean orange skinned Oni is startled awake by an incessant buzzing from an end table next to the bed. He blinked through the haze and determined it was his “secret” comm. He clumsily grasped at it, and snatched it off the table to look at the incoming commcode.

    “Unrecognized,” he grumbled. Of course, that is typical for this comm. He closed his eyes and concentrated to put on his Mask. “Just the minimum to get the job done,” he thought to himself. When he opened his eyes, there was a Romani boy of early to mid twenties in his place.

    He tapped the icon to start recording, and then the icon for standard answering mode. “Mu-mmmm,” he slurred his words to cover up the fact he was about to answer in the typical Japanese “mushi mushi” style. “Morning. Ah! Miss Kynn.” He settled back into his otherwise empty bed and held the comm up about arms length away. “Always a pleasure to see you.” He gave an almost comically wide grin. “To what do I owe this honor, and privilege?”

    He made it a point to act smitten with her. Mostly because she tended to respond as if she was flattered. But his instincts told him she was playing a game as much as he was. Quite possibly more so.

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  • mercy

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    August 29, 2017 at 11:37 pm

    Baku – Monday, March 22, 2077; 00:15, Terrass Hotel, Paris

    The elven woman on the other end of the ‘link call would never be called beautiful or even pretty to most men, but her eyes are immensely attractive. You know from past dealings with her that it is not in her job description to be either beautiful or pretty, but to serve her EVO Corporation masters as a fixer, something she seems to be very good at. You have uncovered rumors that her position is actually something more than a mere fixer and that she has a very comfortable relationship with certain Vory elements.

    As you hold the ‘link away from you, you catch her eyes moving up and down, presumably scanning the part of you that she can see. As usual, her accent hints at a Russian background, even though you are pretty sure that she could have moved past the accent if she wanted to. >>Sorry about the timing, Baku, but I have something right in your line that might interest you. An airplane I am interested in has been followed by a spirit summoned by a man I wish to know more about. His name is Maitre Armand and he currently resides in Marseilles. My information is that he is a cheap parlor magician who shows off for parties but that he is not above hiring out his abilities to others. I would like you to go there and find out anything you can about this man and the people who may have hired him, as I do not know why he would be interested in this aircraft on his own. What is your fee for this?<<

  • bakuinvestigations

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    August 30, 2017 at 8:02 am

    Monday, March 22, 2077; 07:16
    Terrass Hotel, Paris; Baku

    To those capable of reading micro expressions, Baku’s face runs nearly the full range during Miss Kynn’s offer. It starts at amusement, then goes through arousal, to mild confusion, to concern, before settling back to calm. He lets out a soft and shallow sigh.

    “Straight to business, as usual.” He sat up and shuffled back on the bed to rest up against the wall before continuing. “We will need to clarify a few things before finalizing of course, but if all you are looking for is research, and / or locating the target, my standard fee is one thousand nuyen per day, plus any unexpected business expenses. Should the details be aggressively defended or I am to interact with the target at any point, that bumps it up to Hazard Pay which adds another one thousand nuyen per day. Finally, if there is a deadline or other time constraint that forces me to rush the work, that adds another thousand nuyen per day.”

    Baku pauses a moment and an easy smile forms on his face. “Is that acceptable?”

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  • mercy

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    August 30, 2017 at 8:57 am

    Baku – Monday, March 22, 2077; 00:16, Terrass Hotel, Paris

    As you sit up, you see Rhea’s eyes scan your body again. She licks her lips a bit seductively. >>Hmmmmm. You are looking scrumptious this morning. I wonder what would it take to get you to expose the rest of that?<<

    She smiles and lifts her eyes back to yours. >>Fine. I can authorize the 1K a day base rate plus the 1K a day for speed. I do not know yet if the man needs to disappear or if you will need to interact with him. Right now, I need to know why he is interested in this flight to Bogota. Do you have transportation to Marseilles? If not, I can arrange for a first class ticket there. I am also arranging for someone that you are to work with on this. Names and locations will be forwarded to you when that is finalized and I expect you to play nice and share the sandbox. When can you be ready?<<

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  • bakuinvestigations

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    August 30, 2017 at 10:40 am

    Monday, March 22, 2077; 07:16
    Terrass Hotel, Paris; Baku

    Baku can’t help but show a little bit of flattered embarrassment at her forward commentary, but leaves it otherwise unacknowledged.

    “Don’t worry about the sandbox. As long as none of the other children intentionally hinder the job, there won’t be any problems from me. However, should any of the other kids be new to the playground, it might be good of you to inform them I expect a ready sharing of any and all information regarding the job. I would consider it insulting if I need to ask.”

    “She jumped on the fee without even hesitating… I might need to raise my rates,” he thought to himself before continuing. “The items that require clarification can be handled via text, or secure host if you have other business to attend to. As for when I can be ready, my calendar is clear, and you are already paying the rush fee, so I can be ready to leave Paris within the hour. If you have the pull to arrange travel that quickly, please do. Otherwise I will be on the first flight I can book, after an advance of one days pay.”

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  • mercy

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    August 30, 2017 at 10:57 am

    Baku – Monday, March 22, 2077; 00:16, Terrass Hotel, Paris

    Rhea nods. >>Got it about the sharing and I will emphasize that with the others, but remember that they are likely to expect the same cooperation.<<

    You see her look off to the side of her screen for a moment then nod her head before looking at you again. “You have some time if you sent a girl to the lav so you could take this call. I have you on a charter out of Orly at 0330 hours. Take a cab to the private side of the airport and look for Gate 2. Be prepared to give ID at the gate.<< She pauses and smiles again. >>It might help if you know a bit of Russian. Send me an account and I will transfer a retainer to cover a week. You do not need to itemize expenses, but try to keep them reasonable. I will send contact information for the people to meet in Marseilles. Questions?<<

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  • bakuinvestigations

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    August 30, 2017 at 11:42 am

    Monday, March 22, 2077; 07:17
    Terrass Hotel, Paris; Baku

    Baku quickly interjects an “of course” when Rhea comments on returning the courtesy of sharing information, as if he never considered anything else.

    He looks thoughtful as she continues, showing he is taking getting the details seriously. When she finishes, Baku just smiles deeply that reaches all the way up to his eyes and says “I have only one question. When will I speak to you again?”

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  • mercy

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    August 30, 2017 at 12:10 pm

    Baku – Monday, March 22, 2077; 00:17, Terrass Hotel, Paris

    The woman nods. >>You can send texts or call at any time and I will let you know if that changes. This is a private line so I will know it is you calling and will get to you as you call or as soon as possible afterwards. And, Baku, be careful, eh? I do not like coincidences and this reeks.<<

    The woman’s shoulder shifts slightly off screen as if she is moving her arm and the call is ended.

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  • bakuinvestigations

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    August 30, 2017 at 12:56 pm

    Monday, March 22, 2077; 07:17
    Terrass Hotel, Paris; Baku

    Baku lets out a quick breath, and shakes the sleep out of his head. There are many details to take care of, and he can’t miss any of them. He proceeds to multitask.

    He taps the icon to stop recording on his comm, and says out loud to no one obvious “Karei?” He then purges all metadata and video from the recording. “One of these days, I need to get me an agent program to transcribe these for me,” he thinks as there is a “bleep bleep” coming from a small video drone in its’ charging dock. The drone replies “Hai!”

    “Take a note: I need to reevaluate my fees,” he says as he transfers the modified recording to an empty datachip. “Hai!” replies the drone then “bleeps” twice again indicating it is working on the command. He then purges all traces of the recording from the commlink.

    Baku then collects one of his silver grade credsticks and connects it to his other comm. The drone let out a single “bleep” to signal the command finished successfully. “Karei, take another note,” he said as he commanded the new comm to generate a single use routing number for the attached credstick. The dutiful drone replies “Hai!” again. “Orly Airport, Gate 2, eleven hundred,” he spoke as he transferred the generated routing number to his first comm. “Hai!” came from the little drone again, along with the two “bleep” signal.

    Baku then sent the generated routing number to Miss Rhea Kynn for her to transfer the agreed upon retainer. The drone let out the single “bleep” signal showing that the last command completed successfully. Still using his “secret” comm, Baku sent the following text to Rhea Kynn, while packing his things.

    <<Rhea Kynn> I need a bit of clarification on what you are looking for from me. You already know the target, as well as it’s location. Should I dig up anything and everything I can? Or limit my work to just motive and employer?>>

    Baku then turned back to his daily driver commlink, and scheduled a taxi to pick him up from the hotel at 8:00AM. He checked if the funds had transferred yet, but they hadn’t. So he headed into the bathroom and started a shower. Seeing his reflection in the mirror, it reminded him to drop his Mask. He went back to his daily use comm, and verified the transfer was complete. He purchased a basic Russian language tutorsoft with the new funds, and while that was downloading he connected a standard grade credstick and transferred five hundred nuyen from the silver ‘stick to the standard.

    With that complete, he detached the credsticks and took the daily comm with him into the bathroom. He started up the Russian tutorsoft and proceeded to take a shower.

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  • mercy

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    August 30, 2017 at 1:14 pm

    Baku – Monday, March 22, 2077; 00:22, Terrass Hotel, Paris

    The response text from Rhea comes quickly. >>Correction. I know the target’s public name and I know the city he is supposed to be in, all of which means I know drek all about him. I am looking for anything and everything you can find out and I would like you to follow up on anything you think is important if he leads you to someone else. My current source indicates that the man has some minor ability with spirits but has not demonstrated any real skill or prowess in that area. Just because she knows that does not necessarily make it true, so be careful and expect some mojo. Funds transfer complete in ten seconds. 14K to your account.<<

    When you check the second time, the funds transfer is as she had said and you are now 14K nuyen richer.

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  • bakuinvestigations

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    August 31, 2017 at 1:04 pm

    After the shower and other bathroom routines, Baku exits the bathroom dressed in a towel and carries the Pulse Wave commlink with him over to the end table with his other devices. He pauses the tutorsoft, and picks up the Meta Link commlink.

    “Time to put some of this study to use,” he thinks to himself as he sends a text from the Meta Link.

    <<Rhea Kynn> Понимал. You will get the full package on the target plus at least detailed packages on satellite targets.
    спасибо.>>

    “Right. Time to call in.” Baku reconnected the datachip he copied the commcall recording to, and transferred the commcode Miss Kynn was using to the chip. He disconnected the chip and purged all call history on the Meta Link. He then rebooted the Meta Link and manually entered a commcode to a dead drop messaging service.

    There was no outgoing message when he got to the message box he wanted, just a brief tone to indicate it was recording.

    {Japanese} “Hi mom. Hows Dad and little Sifa? I’m calling to let you know I am going on holiday to Marseilles today. I may be gone around a week, but I don’t expect more than a few days. Call you when I get back!”

    He then purged the history and rebooted again.

    Returning to the Pulse Wave, Baku unpaused the tutorsoft and continued his lessons. He purchased and downloaded a travel guide for Marseilles as well as a mapsoft, before he paused the tutorsoft again.

    He stood still for a moment, then performed gestures while softly chanting in Ancient Hebrew. He brought the extended first two fingers of his left fist up to his forehead and closed his eys. A few seconds later he opened them, and the Romani Mask was worn again. Baku did wince a little after opening his eyes. Casting the spell seriously did tend to take a toll.

    There was no time to nurse a throbbing headache though. Restarting the tutorsoft, Baku went about scrubbing the hotel room of every trace of his Astral Signature.

    Baku spoke out to the room. “Karei, what is the time?” There was the familiar double tone to indicate the drone received the command. {Japanese} “The time is seven fourty-eight, a. m. Ripnu-sama”

    Baku nodded in response and then went about getting dressed. Along with his Ares Victory Rapid Transit outfit, he inserted his contacts that allowed information to be displayed in AR and his earbuds. After affixing his subvocal microphone, Baku switched the Pulse Wave to Public mode which transferred the tutorsoft lessons to his earbuds and the input to his subvocal mic. Then he verified that the Meta Link was running silent, and put on his auto-tinting sunglasses.

    Then with one final pass to ensure everything was collected and properly packed, he called out once more before leaving the room. “Karei, follow.”

    Bleep, bleep, ”Hai!”

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  • mercy

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    August 31, 2017 at 2:39 pm

    Baku – Monday, March 22, 2077, 0055, Terrass Hotel, Paris

    As you slip out of your room into the corridor, you pause for a moment to let Karei follow you. While you are making sure that the door closes and locks, you hear the rapid creaking of the bed in the room across the hall from you and a man cries out in English. “Oh, my God! I wouldn’t have to pay girls like you if my wife had your talents. Wow!”

    There is a giggle from the woman with the man but you cannot quite make out what she says. Turning to leave, your careful eye notices that everything seems to be the same as it was when you arrived here. The once fine carpet now worn from who knows how many feet and the rather shabby plastic flowers on stands in the corridor just add to the general feeling that this place is in a sad decline from its heyday some years ago. Still, it is cheap for its location, and there is enough security to at least deter any would-be thief, although a dedicated one would probably not be stopped.

    The elevator is a bit clunky and is certainly slow, but it gets you to the antiquated lobby in one piece. The night clerk barely looks up from what he looking at as you pass through the lobby. There is usually a doorman at the large, ornate entrance to the hotel, but not at this unholy hour and you leave the building for the street, immediately buffeted by a chill wind. A girl of indeterminate age is standing a few feet from the entrance. She is close enough to talk to the people going in and out but far enough away that she can avoid being arrested for loitering. She wraps herself tighter in her nearly threadbare coat and approaches you even as the autocab you had ordered pulls up to the curb.

    Her French is accented by alcohol, but her she only slurs one word as she talks. Her face is pretty enough and her legs look nice, but you cannot see more of her body than that due to her coat. “Hey, Missster. You want any company this morning? I can keep you nice and warm on your ride.”

  • bakuinvestigations

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    August 31, 2017 at 8:31 pm

    As the young woman pushed off the wall, and turns toward him, Baku pauses his stride. He shifts in such a manner that should show those who “deal with the public,” that while he is not threatening – he is also not inviting. With the commlink still in his hand, Baku pauses the tutorsoft and activates the enhancement in his glasses, as well as the thermographic function in his contacts.

    He begins scanning her for any unexpected assets about the same time she starts her pitch. She does stop about an arm length and a half away from him, so clearly she can read him well enough. He does notice there is likely a small blade concealed within what looks like a wide belt under her coat, as well as a longer thin blade tucked in her boot.

    By the time she finishes her proposition, he has calculated there are three likely possibilities. One, she is a most dangerous assassin – in which case she could even turn one of his credsticks into a weapon deadly enough to kill him without him being able to do a thing about it. Two, she is a very inexperienced agent or assassin – in which case she posses no threat. Or three, she is exactly what it says on the tin – in which case she at least deserves a warm break.

    “Chérie,” he says with genuine warmth, even though his body language still isn’t inviting. {French} “I’m afraid I have a lengthy travel ahead of me, and if you should join me I could not get you back in time for your curfew.” He smiles and winks in time with the last word.

    The woman shifted a bit but was determined to get out of the cold for a while. {French} “I.. I can take care of myself,” she said firmly.

    Baku took a moment to view her aura, mostly focusing on her state of health as he said “Of that, I have no doubt.”

    Judging her relatively harmless, his body language softens noticeably. He sets his suitcase down about a car doors length from the cab as he says “Very well.” He opens the cab door with the hand still holding his Pulse Wave and tells her “Come along. Join me.” while raising his other hand outstretched. “So much for getting any work done.” {English} “Karei, come.”

    The woman smiles, clearly relieved, and moves to enter the cab. The drone lands in Baku’s hand and lets out a single chirp to indicate it has entered standby mode.

    As his companion enters the cab, Baku shifts his gear as necessary to make sure the drone is in his hand closest to the customer seat in back and the hand with his suitcase and commlink are in the hand closest to the front of the cab when he enters.

    He steps into the wide customer compartment of the cab, and lays his bag down up in the front of the compartment and brings the drone around to lay on top of the bag – with the camera facing the seat. He turns over his shoulder and pleasantly says to the woman {French} ”Be a darling, and get the door for us, would you?”

    While she is distracted closing the door, Baku uses his comm to activate the drones camera with low light, as well as its’ omni directional microphone. He speaks up a bit and aims towards the front of the cab ”Taxi, Orly Airport. No rush.” The wide touch pad in the middle console turns red and it has “Payment Required” written in three languages. Baku waves his comm over the touch pad, and a pop up window opens on his screen requesting confirmation for the transfer of funds. He taps the icon for confirmation, and as he turns to join the woman on the seat he also taps the icon to begin recording the drones feed.

    “Now sweetheart. I have a wager for you.” The woman shifts a bit out of discomfort. This was not how she expected negotiations to open. Baku noticed with admiration that she made sure to shift the boot with the knife in a manner to ensure the blade was easy to reach and clear.
    “You will have twenty minutes after our…” Baku searches for the French word for “negotiations,” but it eludes him. “Discussion, in order to practice your craft. Should you be incapable of causing me to … finish in that time, you will owe me twenty nuyen. On the other hand, I will pay you fifty nuyen for every successful completion in that time.” He leaned back looking satisfied with the situation. “What say you?” he asks with a mischievous grin.

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  • mercy

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    August 31, 2017 at 11:22 pm

    Baku – Monday, March 22, 2077, 0055, Outside Terrass Hotel, Paris

    Your assensing lets you know that the girl in the car with you is healthy but cold.

    The girl leans forward to slip out of her coat and lays it next to her on the seat. The clothing she is wearing is nice and, perhaps surprisingly, clean, although her tights are torn at the right knee and hip. Her boots look fairly new. She smiles at you as you discuss the wager and you notice that her teeth are straight and cared for, all of which sort jof ars a bit when you consider the condition of her worn and badly fitting coat.

    She nods when you finish. “So, you are not French? Would you like me to talk to you in another language………..I am passable at several: German, English, Russian. As to your wager, I hope that you have lots of money because you are going to lose some of it.”

    She puts her arms to her sides and lifts her top over her head, exposing her chest to your view. Her tits may be a bit on the small side for a prostitute, but they look just fine on her frame and as she jiggles them just a little, you are pretty sure that they are all her. Pushing her shoulder-length brunette hair behind her ears, she shifts to kneel in front of you and undoes your belt and the clasp of your pants. After sliding your trousers and underwear off your legs she looks up at you and grins again before placing her hands on your growing erection. Her eyes widen quite a bit and her hands pause for just a few seconds. “Ah, naughty man. You should have said something, but it does not matter to me.”

    She keeps her eyes on yours and you could swear that she is almost purring as she lowers her head to you and you feel the warmth of her mouth as it surrounds you and takes you in. You may have had good blowjobs in the past, maybe even very good ones, but within a minute of her starting on you, you cannot quite remember them. She uses one hand to stroke your testicles while the other unbuttons your shirt and plays with your chest, adding to the various sensations her mouth and tongue are providing. It seems like no time at all goes by and you are emptying yourself in her mouth and she is lapping it all up.

    There is an audible pop as she lifts her mouth off of you. She sits on the floor of the car and removes her boots, tights, and very short skirt, stretching to let you get a good view of all she has to offer. Rising up, she straddles your hips and pushes your shirt down your arms as she leans in to kiss you deeply. Her hips move and you can feel her own wetness against your limp member and the solid points of her nipples pressing against your chest. She doesn’t just kiss your mouth, but lets her lips move across your face, touching your eyes, cheeks and chin as well as twisting her neck to nibble at your ears and throat. When she does kiss your lips, her tongue is probing into your mouth and exploring you. She takes her hands and puts yours on her chest, moaning into you as you stroke her. Something about her generates sheer sexuality and you feel yourself responding to her closeness and her touch. Before long, she rises a bit and sits back down. You are buried deep inside her and she is riding you to another explosive climax. Her howling lets you know that she is either exploding with you or a very good actress.

    The sweat is a sheen on both of your bodies as she stops rocking and collapses against your chest. You can hear her panting to regain her breath, so maybe the orgasm was not a fake. Sitting up she keeps you inside her as she puts her hands on your shoulders and looks you in the eye. “Only three minutes left in the wager, but you still owe me for twice. it is another good forty minutes to Orly from here. Do you want to wager that I can bring life to you yet again in that time?”

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  • bakuinvestigations

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    September 1, 2017 at 12:54 pm

    Monday, March 22, 2077; 08:02
    Autocab, Paris; Baku

    Baku reclines and looks quite pleased when the woman does not balk at his wager. He does make note of the fact that her coat doesn’t match her outfit, and wonders what her true story is. When she asks if he is French, he simply shakes his head, and he waves off her suggestion to change languages.

    “No, no,” he says easily. “Given that list of options, I think French would be the best for us.”

    Baku can’t help himself from nodding with excitement when she exclaims he will owe her a bit of money this night.

    As she undresses, he watches her with intense interest and pleasure. “Oh, if only I wasn’t on the job. I’d hire this woman for a week.” He smiles with anticipation as she completely disrobes.

    Baku groans with deep satisfaction as the highly skilled woman begins trying to earn her wager. Through rapidly blinking eyes, he can only imagine this must be what a “religious experience” must feel like. He likes to think he recovers himself, but by the time she finishes what will end up being round one, he can only wonder how he lasted as long as he did.

    He is panting lightly as she climbs onto him, and wishing his body would be as willing as his spirit as she kisses his eyes, face, neck and the rest. After she places his hands on her wonderful breasts, he has to struggle to fight the urge to flip her onto the seat and take her completely. Fortunately, just as he has that thought, his body rises to the occasion quite willingly.

    Without missing a beat, the lovely woman mounts what will be round two. He tries to remain impassive enough to give the woman a challenge at winning another payday from him, but his body relishes in the experience so much that he simply must grab her around the waist and assist her with enthusiasm.

    When her moans approach screams he becomes quite curious about her emotional state and shifts his focus to her aura. Even if he wasn’t reading her aura there is no mistaking her body clamping on his manhood, and the tell tale quiver in her legs as she falls onto his chest. As much as he wishes he could be calm and composed right now, he can’t help but breath hard and fast. He watches her intently as she sits up, and looks her right into the windows of her soul. Which works out well, as he is, in effect, reading her soul right now.

    He lets out a joyous little chuckle as she challenges him to another wager.

    “Not a chance,” he says will a satisfied smile. “No wager. But I will make you a deal.” She clearly has assessed that he is relatively harmless to her, because there is no discomfort displayed from her as she tilts her head slightly in curiosity. “Bring life to me again, as you say, and I will pay you an additional one hundred nuyen, and cover your cab fare back, for the pleasure.”

    There is obvious delight in her smile, even to those who aren’t reading her aura, as she begins to move and shift in an effort to wake his body up again.

    It doesn’t take much effort from her before Baku is ready for round three. This time however, there is no wager. He reverses their positions, and moves on top of her while placing her on the seat. He keeps studying her aura, using cues he gains from it to adjust his method and rhythm to ensure she has another enjoyable time. It takes some effort, but it is hardly work, to bring her to another howling climax.

    But he hasn’t finished yet. He tries to continue right away, but she yelps in pleasant protest while wrapping her arms and legs around him for a few moments. He tries to imitate her from earlier kissing her face, neck, and ears, while she basks in the release she experienced. When he can move again without any protest from her, he rolls her over and lets his Orkish instincts take over as he resumes from behind her.

    He continues to read her aura to make sure the experience is always pleasurable to her, but beyond that he lets himself go. When he releases into her once more, he can’t help but think “Maybe I’ll keep that recording, after all.”

    He has never been bulky, or heavy, especially for an Oni. Even still he takes care not to completely collapse on her. That doesn’t stop him from pressing her into the seat with his body weight and resting for a few heartbeats on top of her.

    He lifts his weight off of her, but doesn’t dismount yet. He moves her hair away from her eye that is closest to him and ask softly “What is your story Chérie?” He can feel her tense a little at the personal question, so he doesn’t press further as she decides to answer him or not. “There is time,” he thinks to himself while studying her. “We have at least ten minutes before we get to the airport”

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  • mercy

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    September 1, 2017 at 6:55 pm

    Baku – Monday, March 22, 2077, 0143, Autocab to Orly, Paris

    The woman is face down on the seat with you kneeling behind her, your hands gripping her trim waist and hers gripping the seat cushions. There is something particularly attractive in the way her back is arched, gleaming with sweat. She turns her face to the side as you move her hair aside to look at the left side of her face. You feel sweat rolling down your chest as you remain behind and inside her. You cannot remember when you were exercised so much during sex, nor when you have had as energetic a lover. She had matched every stroke you made and appears to match your endurance.

    “My story? How much of it do you have time for or are really interested in hearing? The really short version is that I am Rom, a Gypsy. I have traveled all over Europe, usually by way of the gypsy roads, and have been selling myself for sex since I was thirteen. I enjoy the pleasure I give and receive. I also really enjoy the way your cock feels inside me.”

    She smiles at you as she clenches and does something with her muscles that has you moaning softly. “I could tell you a longer version in the terminal if you have time before you leave. Where are you going, anyway?”

  • bakuinvestigations

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    September 1, 2017 at 9:26 pm

    Monday, March 22, 2077; 08:43
    Autocab to Orly, Paris; Baku

    “Damn this woman!” Baku thinks that with joyous enthusiasm, with out any venom. “Every time I think I have her figured out, she proves me oh so wrong.” He smiles broadly at her. “What I read as apprehension to reveal her past is, instead, her challenging me to ask for more. Amazing!”

    “Lady,” he says still rather breathlessly. “You are a rare gem. One I would very much like to keep in my life in some manner. Hopefully as lovers of some degree or another.” He playfully slaps her rump high on her hip after that last remark. “But sadly, I am leaving for work. And while I am sorely tempted to ask you to travel with me… It would be impossible to do my job with a distraction as fantastic as you around.”

    He tries to turn and separate himself from her as he suddenly realizes he is still Assensing the world around him. He snaps his focus back to the “normal” world. “Huh, have I really been reading her aura for the past half an hour or so?”

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  • Imladir

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    September 1, 2017 at 11:49 pm

    [Margot Freneau – 04:50, Monday March 22nd, 2077 – Marseilles] #1

    Margot was dreaming. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant dream though, there was some kind of persistent noise. Very annoying. It almost sounded like… With a start, she woke up. Yeah. It sounded like her ‘link. Who could it be at this hour? She glanced at the screen and frowned. Caroline? What did she want? Surely she wasn’t planning on taking revenge for the day before, right?

    Grumbling, she picked the call and in a yawn asked “Yeah? Wasit you want?” She listed for a minute, her eyes glazing over “Wait.” She moved the sheets away and stood up to go to the bathroom, where she put water on her face. It didn’t really help, not much anyway but… Well… “Okay, say again? A spirit? Yeah but how? Oh… ‘Maître Armand‘?” She snorted “That fake? Alright but… What’s that got to do with me? Wait no, don’t…”

    Swearing under her breath, Margot waited for Caroline to transfer her to that person who was supposed to explain things.

  • mercy

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    September 2, 2017 at 1:55 am

    Baku – Monday, March 22, 2077, 0143, Autocab to Orly, Paris

    The girl feels you soften and slip from inside her and she turns around to sit in the seat but makes no effort to cover herself up. After a few moments of thought she seems to come to a decision. She nods and leans forward and gives you a seductive smile, all while her pert breasts are hanging close enough to you that you can reach out and touch them. The entire effect is incredibly sexy. “I might be a distraction to you? That is very nice of you to say that. Take me anyway and maybe we can help each other. If your business takes you somewhere in France or other places in Europe, I can help you navigate the darker paths by using the gypsy roads. I know people in many places that can maybe be of use to you with places to stay, black market equipment, contacts. I know more languages than those I mentioned and can swear in several more. And you get me as a bonus for as long as you want me. We can negotiate a price for sex that will not send you to the money lenders. We can agree to keep things professional when you are working and then very unprofessional when you want some recreation. Do I tempt you?”

  • mercy

    Member
    September 2, 2017 at 2:06 am

    Margot Freneau – 0850, Monday March 22nd, 2077 – Marseilles

    The pause is very short and the voice of a woman speaking in french with a slight………..Russian?………..accent comes on. >>Miss Freneau. My name is Rhea Kynn. You do not know me, but I know Caroline and she tells me that you might be able to help me with a problem. A man who apparently goes by the name of Maitre Armand has chosen to send a spirit to observe an aircraft and I am very interested in knowing why and who may have put him up to it. Caroline says that you would be a good choice to act as a local person on the ground in Marseilles to assis me in getting the information I need. I have contacted a man who will be heading to Marseilles from Paris and I am considering activating another asset. Would you be willing to act as a local liaison and do some legwork for these people? I can pay you one thousand nuyen a day plus expenses for your services. If this is agreeable to you, please let me know where my other assets can contact you when they arrive.<<

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