Booty Call

It's Emily's phone. You're sure it's Salbatore. You see that Emily is too. There's some real concern on her face. She answers.

"Hola." Then she nods for a few seconds. "Si. Hasta entonces."

Emily turns to you.

"They called. He ordered three girls. Wanted something out of the ordinary. So he promised them a blond and an Asian girl."

"When do we meet them?"

"Bastard didn't give us a second to spare. He's two blocks away."

"Not much time," you say. "Kyle, you back us up. Nick, you and Andrea cover us from the roof." You grab your bag and head for the door.

A block from the palace a limo waits. Sal is in the front passenger seat.

"Tell your driver to take a walk," you say.

Sal obliges and Kyle slips behind the wheel. The back door opens and a beautiful Latina smiles at you.

"Hi girls," she says in flawless English. "Ready to party?"

You and Emily get in. You sit with your back to Kyle and Sal, facing Emily and the other girl. You introduce yourselves.

"Teresa," she replies. "You're not regulars."

"No," Emily admits.

The conversation ends as Kyle pulls up to the front gate. The guard looks at Sal and waives you through. The limo pulls up to the front door and all of you step out. Kyle tries to follow you, but the guard at the door says, "Just the girls."

The three of you are directed to a lavish hall. A bottle of champagne sits on a table in the center of the room surrounded by four crystal glasses. You pop the cork and fill each glass.

"Salude'," you say as you raise your glass to your lips.

Teresa enjoys her drink. Both you and Emily feign drinking, part of DSD training for undercover operations. Moments later you hear the click of heels coming down the hall. Louisa makes a grand appearance. She looks lovely as ever. She wears a body hugging gown that dips impossibly low in both the front and the back, reaching her belly button on one side and the crack of her luscious ass on the other, lace cutouts allow glimpses to most everything except her nipples and pussy. Her full, firm breasts pull the fabric so it tents away from her, showing off side boob and underboob simultaneously.

"Greetings, ladies," she purrs. "Welcome to my home." Louisa smiles at you and licks her lips lustfully. You return the look.

"My Jefe is in such a state right now," she continues. "Any I am not able to satisfy him." She looks at each of you, her lip pouting slightly. "But, he allows me to pick his lovers."

Louisa takes her glass and sips the champagne as she looks from you, to Emily, to Teresa.

"We'll save the more exotic choices for latter," she says. "You," she points at Theresa, "upstairs. Third door on right.

"DO NOT disappoint my man!"

Teresa heads out of the room.

"Ladies, allow me to give you a tour while you wait your turns." She wraps her hand around both your waists and guides you out of the room. She lets her hand slide down your ass and you shimmy against her in return. You hope that the tour includes the bedroom suite.

"Sal is slipping," she says. "You too are hardly dressed properly for this occasion. Let's see what we can find for you."

Twenty minutes into your tour, Lousia brings you into what appears to be a control room of sorts. Monitors adorn the walls and a number of computer terminals sit on the counter.

"From this room, we can see virtually every inch of the property, inside and out."

Louisa begins flipping through the images. "Your car," she notes, "and your handsome driver!"

She flips though a number of images, empty rooms and dark hall ways. The pool are is quiet as well.

"And I do mean E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!"

Louisa flips a switch and you're given a night vision view of the master suite. The Generalissimo is on top of Teresa, pounding away. You grow even more aroused and fiddle with ampoule in your pocket.

Next Louisa dashes down the hallway and throws open a set of double doors leading you into reveal an opulent bedroom suite.

"Let's get you dressed first," Louisa says to you.

"Wait here," you tell Emily. "Try to check in with the team."

Emily begins trying to contact Nick, but the room must be shielded, and she can't get a signal.

You arrive in the dressing area and look Louisa up and down. She's sitting in an overstuffed leather chair. Two creatures sit at her side. The appear to be a cross between a human and some sort of feline with lithe bodies, sharp claws on padded feet and hands, and pointed ears. Whiskers adorn catlike muzzles, and long tails sweep behind them. Each has a long mane of human looking hair. Two large breasts stand out from their chests with two pairs of smaller ones below. These hybrids are covered in soft pelts. The one of left is a sleek black. The one on the right is russet with darker stripes.

The catwomen crawl to Louisa.

"Friends of yours?" you ask.

"Jefe's former mistresses," she admits. "I couldn't bear to make them full demons, so now they're my loyal pets."

The catwomen bury their heads in Louisa's crotch. "Ohhhhhh," she moans. "I love it when my pussies lick my pussy!"

"Try it, Jody." She pushes the dark catwoman toward you.

The feline pounces and pushes you to the floor. A soft, pointed tongue teases your clit. Louisa has created creatures who exist only to bring you pleasure. Three orgasms and 20 minutes later, you rise and compose yourself.

"Let's see about that friend of yours," Louisa says.

You adjust your glamour to fit your role as a high class call girl. A formfitting minidress covers a little of your body. You stand on platform heels as you hair styles itself and make-up appears on your face. Extending a hand, you lead Louisa back to Emily.

Louisa enters the room first, waiving her arm like a TV spokesmodel unveiling the latest prize, she announces, "Ta Da!" as you enter the room.

Emily's jaw drops when she sees, you. "Jody, you... you look... ah.. ah... amazing."

"Thanks," you respond. "It's a little beauty trick I learned on my last mission," you confess.

"Do you want in on the secret?" Louisa continues, "Agent Lawrence?"

Emily is stunned that your cover is blown. She draws a blessed dagger and strikes a defensive pose.

"Relax, Em'," you say. "Louisa's an old, dear friend. I told her everything about the mission."

"But, but, she's a target. How, how co ... could you?" Emily stutters, her eyes swimming with confusion.

You step forward and take the dagger by the blade. It takes all your concentration to remain calm as the holy weapon singes your flesh.

"It's alright," you continue. "Louisa's clean," you continue. "I checked her myself while I was changing."

"There are a couple of members of the Generalissimo's staff who Louisa isn't sure about. We need to get close to them and get some samples."

Louisa has been sorting through a closet all the while.

"But first," she says as she turns around, "We need to get you dressed for your part."

Emily looks in the mirror on the wall behind you. "I don't look much like a whore, though."

"Yeah," you agree with a chuckle. "Let's see what we can do about that." You pop open the ampoule of anti-vaccine and drop it at Emily's feet.

Louisa produces a black leather dress from her closet. "This looks like it's about your size. Now strip," she orders.

Emily appears nervous as she fumbles with the buttons on her blouse dropping if from her shoulders. She slides off her pants as well and is soon standing in her underwear, cotton bra and plain panties, trying to cover herself with her arms.

"Relax, Em'," you say as you approach. Looking at the dress in Louisa's hands, "your gonna need to lose the skives too."

Emily blanches but lets you reach around her to remove the bra. Her breast are small, but her firm nipples betray her arousal. You toss the bra onto the floor and glance down Emily's body. She slips her fingers into the waistband and pulls the panties as well. You notice the patch of blonde pubic hair before Emily shields her crotch with her hand.

"Slip this on, darling," Louisa orders, unzipping the golden zipper that runs the length of the back of the dress. Emily places her feet into the dress and allows Louisa to sheath her body in the leather garment. The dress has a long, pencil skirt and a bustier top that does what it can to accentuate Emily's tiny chest. Louisa pulls the zipper up to back and runs her hands over Emily's hips as she smooths a few wrinkles from the dress.

A pair of matching black stilettos are added.

Both you and Louisa consider Emily's appearance as she teeters in the shoes, clearly unaccustomed to their height.

"Needs, ... something more." Louisa says. "I've got it," she shouts before she rummages through a jewelry box.

Louisa produces a necklace with a large red stone. As she approaches, you can sense the evil magic within the item. She places the chain around Emily's neck. The agent shudders as the ruby falls into place. You note a faint glow from stone and smell Emily's growing arousal.

"Now, for some makeup," you say, directing Emily to a bench next to a table. You admire the sway of her hips as she struggles to maintain her balance in the heels. Tilted forward as she is, her butt is forced outward and rolls with each step.

Finally, you and Louisa work together to apply makeup and style Emily's hair. The makeover is nearly done when you pick up a deep red lipstick.

"Humm," you mutter. "I just love this color. Maybe I should wear it too."

With that, you wet your lips and then apply a generous coating of the cosmetic.

Before the lipstick has a chance to dry, you turn to Emily and begin applying it to her as well. It does wonders for her, filling out and drawing attention to her lips. You look at Emily and purse you lips, encouraging Emily to do the same.Then you run the tip of your tongue over your lips. Emily copies, and you're sure that you've been successful in passing your saliva to her, along with the Lilith virus that it carries.

Emily stands any turns to the full length mirror one again.

"Wow," she exclaims, taking in her luscious new look.

You strut behind her and look into the mirror from over her shoulder, "Maybe you could be a whore."

"Ladies," Louisa calls from the doorway. "You are needed in the salon."