(Bonus Scene) Soo-yin takes Caitlin

(Author's Note: This scene breaks us away from the main character to see what happened between Soo-yin and Caitlin. When the main character quips about being a "fly on the wall" in the chapter Talk to Natali...and fuck her this is what he would have seen. The POV will shift to 3rd Person for this one scene. This is not a separate story thread but a "bonus scene" from the main story arc. This scene will be contained to this time and this place and will not be expanded upon.)

As the door closes behind Vincent Soo-yin strokes Caitlins soft white shoulder with her leather clad hand, looking the maid over. She seems satisfied with what she sees. She steps over to the bed and unzips her back pack. She begins rummaging around and taking out some of her belongings.

"Ummm...this is my room..." Says Caitlin, still visibly shaken from the humiliation visited upon her by the lady of the house, as she tries to pull herself together.

"You should clean yourself up." Says the woman in a black leather jacket and pants. As she fishes out some of her items and lays them on the dresser Caitlin begins to look nervous. A blocky looking matte black pistol, a smaller black pistol, a collapsing baton, black handled knife...

"Uh, yeah. I'll clean up." Caitlin says nervously. She leans over to take a robe off of a hook.

"No." Says Soo-yin flatly. "I want you like that."

"Oookay..." Cailin says anxiously. She sits at her vanity and begins cleaning the smeared makeup off of her face all the while keeping an eye on the stranger in her room. Soo-yin continues unpacking. One change of black clothes, ammunition, a few small black mystery boxes, a small black vibrator, a polished black double-headed dildo. "Uh!" Sputters the maid. "You...uh...you sure like black." Unsure of what else to say.

"Yes." Says the assassin as she pulls out a shiny black leather bullwhip.

Caitlin can't contain herself. "Oh! You're not going to use that on me are you!?"

Soo-yin looks at the whip then around the room. "No. Not enough space." She says matter of factly as she places it on the dresser. "I'll get us a bigger room later."

"Us?" Caitlin asks hesitantly.

"Yes. Vincent gave you to me." She informs the maid. She finishes unpacking then puts the backpack at the foot of the bed. The helmet she picks up and hangs on a hook on the closet door.

"Oh. He gave me to you." Caitlin stammers. "Um...y-you see...I'm not really a lesbian."

Soo-yin turns to look at her, her face dead serious. "I don't care. I need a woman right now and your the one I've been given. If I like you we stay together a while, if not you'll be gone."

The maid nods as she finishes cleaning her face off. While never anything quite like this she had heard of similar things, she was a maid in a mob household after all. "Okay. So...uh...you're a friend of Vincent's?"

Soo-yin gives her a long hard look. "Friend? Yes. I suppose I am."

"Known each other long? He never talks about you."

"He saved my life." She says, more to herself than to Caitlin. Soo-yin sits on the bed while she unzips her jacket. As she begins to remove it she winces in pain.

Caitlin hesitates a moment, then stands up. "Let me help you." She carefully pulls the jacket off of her. Underneath Soo-yin wears a black tank-top. The buxom red-head notices the bandages on the other woman's arms, she then notices the fresh stitches and bandages here and there around her body and head. "It looks like you've had better days."

"No. Today was a good day." She winces again as she attempts to peel off her tank top.

"A good day...okay." Caitlin decided not to press on with the obvious questions. Without being asked she continued helping the lanky Korean out of her clothes. Again she sees the fresh binding across her lower chest. Soo-yin wasn't wearing a bra. Her tiny mounds a complete contrast from Caitlin's big knockers. She continues aiding the stranger in her room to undress. Pulling off black boots, the socks, the leather pants and finally the tight black women's boxer-briefs.

"Sit with me." Soo-yin orders.

Caitlin sits down beside the other woman. They were both nude women but a study in contrasts. Caitlin was voluptuous, soft and cushiony. She had wonderful curves, bouncy red hair, bright round green eyes and full pouting lips. Soo-yin was lean, tough and firm. Long sleek muscles, straight flat hair, dark dangerous eyes, and serious angular features.

Caitlin might not have been with a woman before but she knew what was expected of her. She reaches out and tentatively touches the other woman. She begins softly tracing her fingers across some of the different scars on Soo-yin's body. The Korean closes her eyes and after a deep inhale she lets out a long breath, releasing much of the tension she'd been holding in. Caitlin is relieved to see her attentions are welcome. She continues caressing her hands over Soo-yin's bruised scarred flesh. "Your body tells a story." Caitlin whispers. She shifts closer, pressing her hip up against the assassin.

Soo-yin closes her almond shaped eyes and tilts her head back. She is exulting in the tender affection Caitlin is showing her. The maid keeps exploring Soo-yin's body as the Korean sits stock-still. Gaining confidence she presses even harder against her, her big boobs enveloping the the side of the lithe assassin. She softly kisses the burn scar on the shoulder, then again harder...wetter. Getting bolder her hands pressing harder, starting to squeeze. Rubbing her hands down her shoulders and over her arms, across her chest and then down to her breasts.

Caitlin tries to judge how Soo-yin is feeling but she is impossible to read. She just sits there, still. Obviously enjoying it though. She leans in and begins kissing the assassin's slender neck, nibbling, licking, sucking. Her hands press and fondle Soo-yin's bitty little tits, feeling stiff nipples beneath her palms. Soo-yin again lets out a long sigh and still does not move.

For Caitlin this experience is so new. There is none of the hair, or bulk, or smell, or stubble as with a man. This was something different, exciting.

She continues her attentions, necking and heavy petting her dangerous partner. Soo-yin suddenly grasps Caitlin's right hand with a vice like grip. "Ow." Caitlin yips, against her will. Her hand is yanked down and put between Soo-yin's legs into the black bush below.

"Rub it." Soo-yin orders

Caitlin begins gently rubbing Soo-yin's pussy in slow circles.

"Harder!"

She applies more pressure, feeling Soo-yin's wetness.

"HARDER!"

Soo-yin throws her arm around Caitlin, gripping her far shoulder. Caitlin grimaces from the pressure. With her other hand the Korean is gripping her own knee. Caitlin presses as hard as she can, rubbing up and down and up and down over the fleshy pussy. She eventually hits a heavy rhythm that seems to do it for Soo-yin. She realizes she is basically just being used to masturbate another woman. She was strangely okay with that. Enjoying the new experience.

Through clenched teeth the deadly Korean hissed, "Keep going. Harder!" She is breathing hard and fast through her nose.

Soo-yin begins flexing and bending, her hard muscles revealing themselves in her convulsions. She was getting close, Caitlin just kept on going. Her forearm muscle was burning, screaming for rest. Bending over she started licking and sucking Soo-yin's breast, the whole thing fitting in her mouth. The hand on her shoulder continued it's tight hold, she was pretty sure there would be bruising there when this was over. She rubbed and sucked. Then Soo-yin slapped her other breast hard, squeezing it harshly then pulling on it mercilessly then slapping it again with frightful ****.

A rippling tremor runs up Soo-yin's body. She seizes the maid in both arms and squeezes with the strength of a bear. Her legs squeeze and her whole body is one taut flexing sinew. She holds Caitlin in her crushing embrace holding weirdly still as she just trembles and vibrates. Caitlin stops her rubbing and just holds on to Soo-yin, grunting from the **** of the assassin's clasp. After an intense minute or so she feels Soo-yin slowly relax. Her breathing soon returning to normal.

Caitlin gently strokes.

"Lay with me." Soo-yin says. "We will do more later. But I must rest."

Soo-yin lays down on her back on the double bed. Caitlin settles in beside her, laying on her side as she presses her creamy body in close. She continues stroking the mysterious woman beside her. Soo-yin closes her eyes, she looks like she is at peace.

Caitlin lies there continuing to rub her partner gently, confused thoughts racing through her mind.