Maybe

What a weak taunt. Aaron nearly snorted as he replied, "Maybe."

Vicki stood up sensually, making sure he saw her figure rise. With her fancy heels, she was almost as tall as him. Vicki winked. "I'll be waiting outside."

Aaron watched as she strutted away, her perfect, heart-shaped buns pronounced by her white dress. He had to forcibly drag his gaze away to his loud, drunken coworkers to break its hypnotic spell. "Money is on them," he told the bartender before chasing after her.

They called a taxi. As soon as they got in Vicki put a hand on his thigh. She smiled, green eyes dancing with mischief as she slowly started rubbing. Aaron didn't let it affect him, however. He gave her a blank stare, denying her self-satisfaction. Vicki frowned and drew close enough to kiss him.

"Save it for when we're at your place," Aaron suggested in a low murmur. Vicki smirked.

"Of course…sir."

315 Poni Court. That was her address. It was a twenty minute drive from the Human Disciple in a part of Gotham considered to be well-off. A sleek, black townhouse fitting the gothic style of the city yet managing to add strokes of modernity.

Aaron handed the taxi driver a handsome tip. He exited the car first and offered the dressed woman a gentlemanly hand. She accepted and the two made their way to her door.

The second they were inside, Aaron was pinned to the wall, lips captured by a sweet strawberry taste. He felt her knee press against his crotch.

"I've had a baaaad day today. I am going to empty your balls till they're the size of raisins."

She pressed voluptuously against him and deepened the kiss. Aaron ignored his surprise as her tongue invaded his mouth, licking his saliva, devouring him. His own tongue started lashing but Vicki possessed a dash of skill and experience Aaron couldn't quite keep up with. She was so close and smelled so fucking good that Aaron wanted rip himself from her grip, tear her dress off, and fuck her.

But for now he let her have her fun; allowed her to believe she was in control as their figures melded and they came closer. They were intoxicated and wanting more. Her hands released him and wandered over his waist, unbuckling his belt.

"Fuck…" Vicki moaned, splitting from him for a brief moment. "You're an amazing kisser, Mr. Reigner."

Lips wet, eyes cloudy with arousal, and her hands unzipping his pants, Aaron realized it was time.

He slipped one arm around her hips and another behind her, hugging her tightly and refusing to break apart. In a whirlwind of lust and passion and aggression, they made it to her bedroom. Kissing, groping, tongues swirling inside each other, tearing Aaron's clothes off. He was left shirtless, coat and dress shirt gone, and his pants fully open.

Vicki's hands slithered all over his chest, going from his lean abs to his shoulders, before slinging around his neck to keep him to herself.

Aaron's hands went lower and grabbed Vicki's ass cheeks. Immediately he felt a difference between her and Cassandra. Where the assassin was firm, Vicki was heart-shaped and soft. Even through the dress, he found himself holding her ass cheeks madly like an animal.

Vicki broke away from him, green eyes shimmering, and dragged him to her bed. It was king-sized and large enough to fit perhaps five people. Aaron fell on his back as Vicki straddled him and continued to make out with him. Their laboured breathing drowned out the annoyance of the city night.

Eventually, Vicki felt something touch her rear. She broke off from him, smirking, and touched the massive lump. He could see the surprise flickering in her eyes, the sheer weight and size certainly above her lofty expectations.

Vicki tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and proceeded to go down, down, down, face on top of his unbuttoned pants. She licked her lips and pulled his pants down with assistance from Aaron. Her mouth watered and she stared at the incredible bulge with trembling hands.

Vicki swallowed, grabbed his boxers, and pulled them down. His cock sprung out and slapped his stomach before bouncing into place. Pointing upwards, mostly hard, and larger than Vicki could have ever guessed.

"That's…amazing," she muttered, red lips rounded in an O-shape. "It's…"