Fat Cats

In the middle of the city sat the palatial Shinra Tower. The executive nerve center of the Shinra empire, the tower served as both command center for Shinra's conglomerate and military operations, but also governance of almost every city on the Planet.

On the top floor was President Shinra himself. In his sixties, Shinra had quickly risen to take the company from a small arms manufacturer to the driving **** in the Planet's transformation into a modern, capitalistic society. Strong and stoutly built, Shinra preferred three piece suits. He had a full grey head of hair, and a bushy mustache.

Heidigger was the head of Public Security. He wore a thick, highly decorated green suit jacket in the tradition of the best banana republics, and commanded Shinra's military, elite and otherwise.

He heard loud wet sucking sounds. Scarlet. Of course. The head of Weapons Development was a notorious suck-up to the President, literally so. She was an openly cruel domina to a few, a contemptuous sadist to many, but a sultry fuckslut only to her employer. She was blonde and beautiful, with big tits personally selected by the President. Heidigger cleared his throat. The President was watching the link Heidigger had sent.

"These sewer rats appear to call themselves AVALANCHE, Sir. We are currently investigated if they belong to the same group that made the intent on your life. Rest assured, our inquiries will not take much longer," Heidigger reported. The President had a cold calculating look on his face only broken by --

"Damnit Scarlet, you went too fast," Shinra growled as he wrapped his hair in Scarlet's mane. Heidigger could see her clutching at Shinra's thighs as he pumped his seed down her throat. "I told you, equal attention to my ass and balls."

"Of course Mr. President," Scarlet said smoothly. "Shall I try again?"

"Yes," Shinra said. "You're dismissed, Heidigger."