Setting up fun

As much as Zatanna hated leaving her Goddess’ side, she understood that to serve her sometimes meant going on missions away from her love. A part of her mind knew that she had been brainwashed and was programed to feel certain ways about things, but she didn’t care anymore.

“Is some one in here?” a woman called as she knocked on the door.

“One second,” Zatanna said.

Zatanna had teleported into one of the ladies’ room stalls at Boston Logan airport, right next to the exit. She was just another passage taking a break after holding it on a commuter flight. Zatanna grabbed the bag and the purse and pulled them onto her shoulder. She hit the flush button on the toilet and took a deep breath. Opening the door to the stall she was face to face with a black woman in a TSA uniform.

“Is there a problem?” Zatanna asked innocently.

“Yeah,” the woman said, “I only have five more minutes on my lunch break, excuse me.”

Zatanna switched places with the woman and smiled. She went to the sink and mirror and washed her hands before checking her makeup and outfit. Simple base, red lipstick, light eye shadows for makeup. Her outfit was a black latex body suit and smoke colored latex tights under a black corporate skirt suit with a thick white cotton blouse. Her kitten heels clicked on the tile floor as she made her exit.

“Ah, Boston again,” Zatanna smirked, “Aways a nice night life here.”

As Zatanna made her way to the taxi, she smiled at the fact that the TSA guard had been just one layer of leather and three socks away from her AK-74SU and hadn’t realized a thing. She flagged a taxi and got in. She was off to the hotel and then she would get Scarlett in latex.

*

Flint and Lady Jaye pulled up to the city center in their rented sedan. Both looked around and then looked at the monument in the middle of the green they were parked next to. Lady Jaye pulled out her camera so they could take a picture, they were “Sightseeing” after all.

“Let’s see here,” Flint said walking up to the stone pillar, “It says ‘Erected on the thirteenth’s day of June in the year of our lord Eighteen Sixty-Seven to remember the sons who gave their lives to preserve the Union.’ It goes on to name the fallen, their units and the battles where they died…”

“That Lincoln head is pretty good,” Lady Jaye said snapping a picture, “Does it say who made the bust?”

“Not here,” Flint said turning to another side, “Red head at the coffee shop across the street is watching us.”

“Yeah, she has a Conceal Carry Pistol under her left armpit,” Lady Jaye said.

“There is another one watching us at the bank at the other side,” Flint said as he made his way behind the pillar.

*

While the Baroness had had her the chair restraints removed, she stayed in the chair. Her newest pet was on her knees between her legs licking and probing at her pussy.