The Girl With Pink Hair.

You skim through a few options. Your eyes aren't focusing so much on who will most satisfy you carnally but who is most likely to have the information you need and a willingness to part with it. You pause and consider one girl who looks quiet different from the others. Most of the workers in the photos try to appear either very sophisticated, while still being sexual, or go all out on looking like porn stars. This girl is a bit different. Her outfit is like something from a workout video, small, tight shorts and a sports top that shows her arms and stomach. Her hair is bubblegum pink and spiked and her eyes look mischievous.

"Her."

"You're a discerning customer," says the madame. "Tria is...not for the faint of heart. But I doubt she'll be any trouble for you. Unless you want her to be."

With a wink she presses a few commands on her tablet and leads you to a table to wait.

"So, what do we do?" Reinna asks once the madame leaves earshot.

"Well, these people are here to make a living, yeah? And most people don't like their boss. And, these types of folk tend to have good ears. It's what keeps them alive. So, I'm betting that with the right incentives, this girl will tell us a few things about her boss."

"Like, where she keeps her ill gotten goods?"

You shrug, "Or something else we can use against her."

Your conversation is interrupted by the appearance of Tria. She's very hard to mistake or fail to notice. Though she wears a long robe that grazes the floor it is wide open to reveal the black booty shorts and light blue tube top beneath. Though you can't see the back, you reckon from the way the front hugs her crotch that her ass cheeks are half hanging out of those shorts. Her body is flawless, fit but without showing muscle and curved into a perfect hourglass. Her hair is just as violently pink as her picture and still spiked up, though it's now in more of an upward spiral. She looks at you both, smiling. You check her out without shame, wanting to maintain your cover as just another customer so long as you're out in the open. Plus, she's fun to look at. Reinna blushes and starts staring at her hands.

"So you're my watcher," Tria says without question. "Making you my 'guest'." She bows with a lot of arm waving and says, "You may call me Tria, my lady. And, may I ask your name?"

You chuckle, "Aurora. And this ain't my first rodeo so you don't have to put on any false airs."

She grins and stands up straight, "I like you. Still gonna charge you, but I'll feel bad about it."

"Why don't we head to a room and we can get more into the specifics?"

She nods and turns to Reinna, "That work for you, Ms. Watcher?"

Reinna coughs, "Uh, yes! Perfectly."

Tria laughs and says, "I like you both."

She leads you up a flight of stairs and into a hallway with walls made to look like dark wood. The continuos walls are broken up by unmarked doors and the occasional piece of art which invariably depicts some kind of sex act. Seemingly at random, Tria stops in front of a door and swipes a keycard through the lock. Where she was keeping this card, you haven't the faintest idea.

Inside is a reality check from the posh corridors and reception room. The place looks more like a modern apartment, with polymer floors, holographic poster displays cycling through scenes from shows and music concerts, and modern amenities like a media center and food processor.

"Welcome to my lair," says Tria. "I didn't think you'd mind stepping out of the fantasy world for awhile."

"Your personal room? Guess we must be special."

Tria smiles and says, "You must be. So, Aurora, Ms. Watcher, did you have any plans for me this evening or shall I just get naked and we'll see where the night takes us?"

She licks her lips in a way that makes that sound like an amazing plan. She also shrugs out of the robe and tosses it unceremoniously onto the floor. You cough and **** yourself to stay on task.

"Actually, I was hoping we could talk for a little while. I'm new to town and could use a friendly ear."

Tria shrugs and flops onto her back on the messy bed, saying, "It's your money, dollface. What do you wanna know? And if you try and ease into it by asking me about the local food or something I'm gonna get bored."

Tria eyes you over. She's not buying your act. She knows you're buying information from her and she appears to be selling. Lucky you.

"I need to know about your employer," you state bluntly.

"Ms. V? What about her?"

"For starters, how do you like her? As an employer, I mean."

Tria shrugs, "She's great. Doesn't beat the shit out of us or get us hopped up on anything. She keeps her girls and boys in line with cash, cushy positions, and protection. Course, if you cross her, well...I wouldn't."

"So she's dangerous?"

"To dangerous people, sure. But let's say I stole from the register or some shit. She'd probably just throw me out, knowing no one would hire me after she black lists me. Now, if I insulted her? Or hurt her business?...I wouldn't expect to wake up."

You turn to Reinna with a question look.

"That sounds about right to me," she says. "From the rumors, at least."

You nod and ask, "So, what's her business? Anything outside of these walls?"

Tria flips onto her front and looks at you with a cool gaze, "You're starting to get dangerous now. Ms. V works hard on maintaining a civilized face. Keeps some people from getting scared to do business with her."

"Look, I don't wanna make trouble for you. Your boss took something from my client and I need to get it back."

Tria runs a hand through her hair for a moment in silence.

"Well... I've heard she's got some kind of secondary base of operations or some such nonsense. No clue where it is. Just that she likes to keep her two lines of business nice and separate."

"Are you sure there's not anything else you can think of?"

Tria closes her eyes and crosses her arms.

"Hmmm...Tell you what. Maybe I have something, maybe I don't. Impress me and you'll find out."

Tria smiles, gets up onto her knees, and pulls off her tube top with practiced ease. Her breasts are smaller than yours but jiggle pleasantly as they're freed from their confines. You spare a glance towards Reinna who is staring very hard at Tria and doesn't seem to remember you're there. You shrug and start to undress. In truth, you were kind of hoping to avoid this part. A woman having a dick isn't exactly normal, even in a joint like this. But you've never been one to back down from a challenge. Tria follows your example and is naked long before you are, licking her lips as she watches you. When your hardening cock comes into view her eyes widen and she grins.

"Oh, wow. You really are something special."

Your dick stands straight up and you stroke it a little, lifting it up to show off your pussy underneath. She gives you a come hither gesture until you're standing next to the bed. She inspects your crotch thoroughly with her hands. Her fingers glide across you shaft and tickle at your lips. You take in a sharp breath and curl your toes.

"Holy shit," she says softly. "Look at you. Twice the fun."

With no preamble she swallows the majority of your cock and starts rubbing your cunt with her fingers and palm. You clench your thighs together and moan under the sudden ****. Tria laughs, mouth still stuffed full of cock, and speeds up. Not wanting to miss your chance to impress her, you grab hold of her head and start thrusting into her waiting mouth. She gasps in surprise then moans at your rough handling of her. A noise catches your attention and you shoot a sideways glance towards Reinna in the corner of the room. She's sitting in a small red chair with her leggings down to her knees and her hand up her dress while she gazes hungrily at you and Tria.

'Well, she did pay to watch.'

So, it's time to give her her money's worth. You pull away from Tria who gasps and licks her lips. With an odd sort of grace she rotates her hips and spins her legs in an arch that places her on her back with her feet dangling over the edge if the bed. You grab her ankles and yank her closer until her rump rests right on the edge.

"Oh, yeah baby!" she snarls. "Fucking take it!"

Reinna seems to like the commentary as she lets out a low whimper at Tria's words. You start hard and fast. Tria screams but recovers and grips the sheets like a lifeline.

"Holy shit!" she spits, her playful tone gone. "Oh, fuck! Stars that's...fffucking incredible! Don't you fucking stop! Shit!"

You don't slow down for a second. The bed is shaking under your **** and Tria's scrunched up face looks painful. Reinna gives a shrill cry and you check to see her knees up to her chest as her legs try to crush her own hand. You smile and return your attention to Tria. Your training makes the powerful pace easy to maintain and soon Tria is howling and making a mess of her sheets. You slow your pace for a bit to help her recover.

"I said don't stop!"

You're stunned by her sudden outburst and get back up to your severe fucking quickly. She cums twice more, screaming each time, before you finish on her stomach. Better safe than sorry. The sheer amount of cum you coat her in is epic, nearly her entire abdominal region now glistens. Tria's a panting mess with a huge grin on her face. Reinna slumps in her chair and looks ready to pass out.

"She's got a deal going down," Tria gasps. "Out in the waste. By a canyon or something. A couple of kilometers east."

"What's the deal?" you ask, only slightly out of breath.

She shakes her head, "No clue. But she'll be there herself. Wants to keep it hushed. Must be important. Part of her other half of business."

You and Reinna get dressed and leave Tria to lounge and play with the cream on her stomach with her fingers. You stand outside the room in silence. Reinna stares at the floor, not moving or speaking.

"You okay?" you ask her.

"I don't normally do...any of that."

You laugh, "It's been a weird couple of days for both of us."

She sighs and nods.

You head back to her place and get ready for a good old fashioned stake out. Reinna agrees to stay home and packs you some food and drink. You wear the same get up as before, keep your faithful nano pistol, and leave as soon as possible. Not only do you need to find this canyon, you need to scope out a spot to lie in wait. Stake outs aren't fun, but they're necessary.

It takes almost ten hours of waiting in a ditch but you finally hear something clanking. Following the sound you spot movement in the distance. Some sort of vehicle, a large one, is moving on the other side of the canyon. You stay low but move quickly to try and catch it, anticipating it's trajectory from the glances you get from between stacks of rock and junk. You eventually see a makeshift bridge and deduce it must be where the vehicle is headed. You stay hidden near the bridge for a few minutes before it crosses the bridge. There are only so many paths through the blasted ground and scrap so it's easy to keep pace with it on foot. You can see now that it uses a half-dozen metal wheels and some kind of electric motor to move. It looks like a hobbled together box with only a single window for the driver to peer through.

You crest a large hill and overlook a hidden clearing where the vehicle has stopped. Also there is another, much sleeker looking vehicle. From this distance you can make out a few figures standing around, mostly in dark clothing that might be armored and holding rifles. One of them is clearly a woman with dark hair in a blood red dress who you assume is Ms. Velvet. A group of scrappy looking men pile out of the box, all of them wearing patchy clothes and armor and holding some kind of weapon. They form a rough line that matches the other side with both sides having roughly the same number I people.

Yup, this is a deal, alright. One between two parties who do not trust each other. You wish you could make out what they're saying to each other but from this angle you can't even tell whose talking other than Velvet. You look around and start planning out a route to get closer without being seen.

That's when the first shot rings out. You look back to see Velvet's people huddled around their vehicle and returning fire on the box car owners who've turned their line into a firing squad. Looks like you'll have to get involved if you want Velvet to survive long enough for you to figure out where the drive is. Of course, you could also use this chance to take her captive, if the aggressors can be negotiated with.