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“Rizz-what?” You asked. “Bitch get the fuck out of my club before me and my boys smoke your pretty asses.”

The strikingly beautiful blonde woman with deeply enchanting green eyes and the severely attractive, tall, red haired woman did not flinch at your raised tone of voice.

Even as the thugs around your private pleasure club started closing in around the lounge area where you and the two women were seated, your uninvited guests looked far from intimidated, which immediately set off alarm bells in your head.

Just moments earlier, the blonde had introduced herself as Catheryn Fairchild and the gorgeous, stoic redhead as Anastasia Demidova. You didn’t know what their deal was or why they suddenly showed up at the door of your private sex club, but you could smell the unmistakable stench of Feds on them.

But they weren’t just any feds, oh no. The way Catheryn spoke and how they both carried themselves spoke of a higher power at play behind the scenes. You’ve dealt with people like these once before and had barely escaped the encounter with your life, hence your wariness. These people were from the deep-state government. You were sure of it.

It was such a pity, for if they were any other pair of women coming off the streets, you’d be busy turning them into your club’s latest star attractions by now. These two women were hot as fuck.

“Rizzgodl,” Catheryn replied calmly, unfazed by the gathering of thugs around the lounge who were eagerly thumbing their handguns in their belts. “A cosmic elder god of sexual perversion, corruption, and domination,” she said.

“Never heard of em,” you replied with a dismissive wave of your hand, “And I’m not interested in anything you’re selling. I’m trying to run a goddamn honest business here…”

At that moment, a pair of your newest girls trotted excitedly over. Despite the bad timing, you can’t help but give the two an appreciative glance.

The two sluts who were dressed in scandalously short and critically revealing pink attires were 42-year-old Brianna Bennett and her 21-year-old daughter Cassidy Bennett. The mother and daughter were the finest graduates yet that came out of your club’s talent cultivation program. For now they remained your personal playthings and trophies, but you fully expect them to generate plenty of fat stacks for your club down the line after you got bored of them.

“We’re here, Daddy!” Cassidy cooed as she came to your side to embrace your neck and kiss you on your cheek.”

Brianna noticed you had company and immediately started acting a little more composed than her daughter. “I’ve made reservations at that famous steakhouse you mentioned,” she said, giving the two guests across from you a cold, appraising look. “Is this a bad time? Should I cancel?”

“Awww…” Cassidy said and pouted. “I was soooo looking forwards to getting shown off by daddy in this new dress!”

“No, we’ll be going as planned,” you replied. “These ladies were just leaving.”

Catheryn, the blonde guest, seemed to study the lascivious mother and daughter with intense interest. “Brianna Bennett, I assume?” Catheryn said. “You’ve become quite the controversial public figure in this city.”

Brianna scowled at the other blonde woman. “Save your righteous indignation for yourself, bitch. You don’t know anything,” she said.

Catheryn sighed. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her long legs. “On the contrary, I know more than most people think. Brianna and Desmond Bennett were a husband and wife crimefighting power team who were the faces of the city’s recent campaign to clamp down on local crime. She was the top prosecutor in public office and he was the city’s top detective. During their run, the couple successfully broke up many criminal gangs and put dozens of kingpins behind bars.”

Brianna crossed her arms before her bountiful breasts and glared at Catheryn, whose bewitching green gaze moved on to you. A knowing smile formed on her face before she continued.

“The city’s knight of law and lady of justice, they were called. Together, they were paragons of law and order in this city. They were considered incorruptible in their convictions and inseparable in their marriage and devotion to each other. But that didn’t last. In time, another big case came across their desk. There was a new crime boss in town, steadily growing his underground empire of illegal gambling, human trafficking, and prostitution. His true identity was hidden. The underground only knows him by one name - Mac Daddy.”

You sucked in air sharply through your nose. Brianna started fidgeting nervously.

Catheryn continued, “The longer they worked on the Mac Daddy case together, the more cracks began to show between the knight and the lady. Their colleagues in their respective departments started reporting shouting matches and angry disagreements whenever they came together, which seemed to grow worse day after day. But still, they pressed on together. While she built a solid case against the mysterious Mac Daddy, he strove to uncover the criminal’s secret identity.”

Catheryn took a deep breath and glanced around the room to gauge the interest before resuming her monologue. “The knight’s perseverance paid off and the Mac Daddy was pulled from the shadows. A man, who the world now knows to be John Mercedes. Catheryn smiled at you while you grimaced and frowned at her.

“It all seemed like an open and shut case from there,” Catheryn said. “The evidence compiled against John Mercedes were meticulous and extensive. It would seem that his guilty verdict was all but a sure thing. But then things began falling apart, starting with the chief prosecutor. The lady immediately recused herself from the case before it even went to court, much to the befuddlement of many. The reason she gave for dropping the case caused an uproar in the city. She accused her husband of fabricating evidence and manipulating the Mac Daddy investigation. Subsequent investigations into the matter revealed that the evidence were indeed tempered with. In the end, the city had **** but to drop the Mac Daddy case. Desmond Bennett. The knight. The detective who lead the investigation was promptly disgraced and **** into early retirement.”

You snorted and shrugged, but couldn’t help but smile a little.

“But perhaps most puzzling of all were Brianna Bennett’s subsequent actions. She quietly resigned from her job as the city’s top prosecutor and left the public spotlight. Rumors were she had become a private lawyer to serve the legal needs of a certain mysterious client somewhere.”

“Alright, you know your stuff, I’ll give you that much,” Brianna snapped. “Now if you’re quite finished with your history lecture, I suggest you leave as requested, or I’ll have you arrested for illegal trespassing!”

“Not until I conclude my business is with Mr. Mercedes,” Catheryn said, gazing into your eyes. “Or should I call you Mac Daddy?”

Cassidy scowled and hissed at the green-eyed blonde. “You don’t deserve to call him daddy!”

“Enough,” you said. “Go wait in the car, the both of you. I’ll be along shortly.”

Your two new sluts pouted as they obeyed.

“Alright, lady,” you said to Catheryn once your girls are out of earshot. “You’ve clearly done your homework. What do you want from me?”

Catheryn uncrossed her legs and leaned forwards enthusiastically. “I want you to work for me,” she said.

You snorted. “No thanks. Now leave. Get them out of here guys.”

Your gang of thugs stepped forth and reached for the women.

The thug closest to the redhead, Anastasia Demidova, immediately fell to his knees and screamed, clutching his hand where several fingers were bent out of shape.

Before you could fully register what had happened, Anastasia launched herself around the room in a dizzying flurry of black and red, felling one thug after the other with well placed strikes to their necks and other critical points. In the span of a single breath, your entourage was reduced into writhing, **** piles on the carpet.

“God damn it. Who are you? FBI? CIA? NSA?” You asked as you reached for your gun under your jacket.

Catheryn just smiled.

“No wait… Are you SHIELD?” you muttered with a tinge of fear in your voice. You knew it was inevitable, but you didn’t think you’d attract their attention so soon.

Catheryn chuckled. “Relax. I’m not with those bozos. They don’t deal with local criminal elements.”

“You’re government. That much I can tell,” you said as you tightened your fingers around the grip of your handgun.

You felt an icy cold sliver press against the side of your neck. Glancing up to your right, you saw Anastasia standing beside your chair, holding a tactical knife to your jugular.

When the hell did the bitch get so close? You wondered as you eased your hold on your gun.

“Allow me to re-introduce myself,” Catheryn said as she stood up before you. “I am Senator Catheryn Fairchild. I am the newly appointed oversight committee leader and interim operations director for Task **** X.”

“That’s a lot of fancy titles…” you mumbled.

Catheryn chuckled before continuing, “You, Mac Daddy, have just joined the Suicide Squad.”