New Ground

“City center.” She said with certainty.

“Are you sure.” Asked Jen, “I mean did you see what those high class crazies posted about you after that stunt you pulled last time.”

“Uh, some of it.” Kitten muttered guiltily. “I was mainly watching the other side of things.

“Surely you don’t want to go into Mr B’s territory after what he said about you.”

“Oh, that thing about ‘literally drowning that scrawny cocktease in cum’, he can’t be serious.” Kitten scoffed, someone that high profile could never carry out such a threat. Mr Bukkake, to use his full contestant name, was a fixture of the Hunting scene, a reclusive millionaire that used a team of Hunt and Fuck drones to carry out his namesake on the Hunted. His wins were plentiful and spectacular in their humiliation of the victim, his whole deal was theatricality so his words shouldn’t be taken at face value.

“Alright.” Jen conceded. “But what about those strange comments by Mysterious Frank, ‘I am going to dress you like a proper little kitty cat and get you to lap up some real cream,’. What’s weirder is guy is a total ghost, the official stats rate him as high grade professional but over twenty hunts and no-one has ever seen him let alone lost to him. It can’t be good that he’s focused on you like this.”

“Probably just some hacker trying to create some boogey-man to freak out the Hunted.” Kitten replied with a sly emphasis on the word ‘hacker’ hoping her irreverence would get Jen to go along with the idea, but it didn’t work.

“OK, what’s really going on?” Jennifer glared her right in the eye with a ‘no more bullshit’ look on her face.

“I take it you didn’t see what Kandi said.” Kitten confessed quietly, handing Jen her phone with the video ready to play.

“If the little slut wants to show off her disgusting body she should’ve stayed in the brothel she crawled out of, we do this to fucking win with our clothes on. Doing things the easy way and still showing off her pathetic rack just cheapens the whole deal for us hardcore winners. I’ve already lost fans because I won’t give them a free look at the goods, if the little bitch doesn’t step up her game I hope she gets what’s coming to her.”

As the audio finished there was a moment of awkward silence before Jennifer exploded with rage, suddenly flooring the accelerator, tires howled in protest as the car sped away.

“Show her who’s fucking hardcore, top heavy skank, surprised she doesn’t fall over in those stupid fucking roller blades. Speaking of doing things the fucking easy way, zipping around like a demented roadrunner isn’t exactly fair fucking play. Free look at the goods? there is genuine fucking debate whether that slutty skirt she wears is a belt or not and constantly wearing g-string isn’t flaunting her assets is it? And there are credit cards more organic than those fucking ridiculous tits of hers. Spiteful! Fucking! Bimbo!” She tapered off into mumbled threats and expletives as they approached the city center with alarming rapidity.

Kitten allowed herself a nervous smile as her plan worked, getting Jen on side wasn’t usually difficult but this time the stakes were much higher. Thankfully she had calmed down when they arrived in a, quite likely illegally, short amount of time. They each took a deep breath, Jennifer slicked back her messy ponytail and gave Kitten a smile that said she knew she’d been played but with a glance at the clock she got straight down to business.

“Right.” She said, pulling a touchscreen from the back of the car. “Network chatter is still that your hunt is up early, big names are still posturing on your performance and the terrible things they want to do to you. Five minutes to midnight, i’ll get to the access point and out of sight, you should get your collar on and do some recon.”

“Sure thing boss.” Kitten acknowledged as she got out. “Ready to get a little hardcore?”

“Always.” Replied Jennifer. “I’ll be in touch once I get set up, good luck.”

Once the mini screeched around the next corner Kitten clipped on the magnetic bracelets and fastened the collar around her neck. Flashing a cheeky grin and a double thumbs up to the camera bot that almost immediately appeared she began the wait for the hunt to begin.