A dress.

“There are still sure to be people looking for me. Safer if I go in disguise.” You say aloud as if it somehow makes it completely true. You go into the bathroom and put on pink toe and finger nail polish. You select matching lipstick and a light purple eye shadow and leave on the fake lashes. You spot a color change wand and use it to quickly dye your hair platinum blond inspired by the girl that brought you up here. You see you have a somewhat wild model like haircut and with your somewhat pale complexion you decide light is better. You then go to the closet and put on a pair of black fishnet stockings, a black lace lightly padded bra and thong. Looking over the clothes you are finally drawn to a deep red leather dress that falls to mid thigh with slits up the sides of the legs for mobility, and with a nearly open back and plunging neckline to nearly the navel. Considering your earlier success you opt for a pair of ankle length black boots with a 2” platform base and chunky 6” heels. You then head down and out to the waiting large motorcycle and head out. You climb the building effortlessly and retrieve the prototype and head for the meet. Then as you are driving you spot a tattoo parlor and for some reason you have to stop. As you walk in the man giving the tats eyes you over and smiles. He is 6’ tall with black hair and piercings and tattoos covering most of what you can see. He is wearing a simple black t shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and combat boots.

“Can I help you miss.”

You suddenly know what you want. Pointing to a tribal wing like design with a red heard at the center you state, “This on my lower back.” Then you spot a red cross with a silver outline, “And this between my shoulder blades.”

“Certainly.” He sits you down and within 30 minutes he is finished completely painlessly. “That will be $300.”

You drop to your haunches in front of him suddenly and state, “I am so sorry I don’t have that right now could I give you something as collateral?”

“What do you…” His words are preempted as you open his pants and reach in to find a nice 9” thick meaty cock.

“How about I give you this now and pay you tomorrow?”

“Sure.” Is all he says as you engulf his meat. As you slurp and suck on his delicious cock you are suddenly not sure if you really wanted the tat for the look or if you just wanted more cock. You work his prostate and suck his balls in between bouts of simply taking it in completely and sucking as hard as you can to milk him and letting him fuck your face like a cunt. Finally he blows and you gulp it down like candy. “Tomorrow then?” He asks spent. Then as you walk out smiling he asks, “What do I call you?”

Your mind races with excitement and you think, ‘Well I guess Lynx is no more.’ Then you turn and answer, “Call me The Fox.” You stride back out and go to the meeting place and drop the device in the pre-determined locker outside the huge public gym in the nice area of downtown. You see your money as well as another job is inside as you expected. You pop in the file not sure if you want to take it or see what kind of trouble The Fox can get into by herself. Once again expecting to see the blue words you find none. The file wants you to go to a club called "The Pit." The center of which is an **** fighting arena surrounded by an area full of street vendors, performers, and all sorts of freaks and thugs deep in the combat zone and talk to the man in charge named The Wizard of Odds. It seems he is looking for someone to find and apprehend a thief alive and will pay $100,000 for a specialist.