Try your little kiss trick.

As you cross the bar heading over to the devil girl you soon realize she isn’t simply dressed in a costume. Apparently she is only wearing a pair of knee high leather boots with 6” stiletto heels and a small 1” platform, a pair of long black also leather fingerless gloves, a black leather thong, a pair of 1” diameter gold nipple rings, matching ear rings, and a thick tongue stud. Her skin is actually a deep bronze almost red. Factoring in her heels you figure she is about 5’7” and very slender, built like a model, with perfect c cup breasts, and her hair is short and black. To finish that perfect devil look she has a cybernetic prehensile tail with a thick forked head roughly 3” across and a pair of somewhat curved horns nearly 5” long on the top of her head. Not sure who exactly is watching, you decide the best thing to do is try to get her to come with you quietly. Walking up to her, you grab her wrist and lean in to her and whisper, “If you want to live, you had better come with me.”

“What? Who are you?” You can see the look of panic in her eyes as she struggles to get away, so before her hysterics have every guard pulling their gun you decide to give your little trick another shot.

“It’s been so long.” You say loud enough to drown out her voice, and pull her face to yours. She seems honestly surprised and you catch her with her mouth open in a look of shock and lock your mouth onto hers, and in an almost to disgusting to mention motion you stick your tongue into her mouth with an ample gob of saliva on your tongue as you do. Unlike the bouncer she fights you off of her, but just as your mouth unhooks from hers you give her a suggestion, “Come with me outside and see my new bike Misty.”

The look in her face is almost like someone slapped as she blinks and looks you over. Instantly you realize you were smart to try an innocent sounding request as she looks around, shakes her head a bit, before looking back to you and saying, “Ok, sure.”

A bit amazed at how easy that was you lead her, hand in hand like best friends or lovers, out the front door. As you pass the bouncer she seems a bit startled to see Misty, but doesn’t say anything. However, glancing back you see her cupping her hand over her ear and talking, obviously on some sort of comm. Not sure how long your suggestion will last, you pick up the pace slightly and try to get her back to your bike. Finally at your bike, she blinks, shakes her head, and looks at you in shock. “What is going on, who are you, how did I get out here?”

“I was hired to bring you to my employer alive. Which is more than I can say for the guards that were looking around inside. Come on, before someone starts questioning why the shot girl just walked out the front door.” She fights against your grasp till you can’t think of anything else to do and kiss her again. To your surprise she actually returns the kiss and sticks her obviously lengthened tongue down your throat. Then she breaks off the kiss and looks at you surprised and you give her another command, “Come with me.”

She simply looks at you and smiles, “Damn you don’t have an internal computer to hack. Oh yeah, that **** trick usually only works once on someone, didn’t you read the manual. It seems neither of our tricks work, you might as well let me go.”

“Well if our tricks don’t work. I can always nock you out and tie you to my bike.”

Then behind you, a voice rings out, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You turn to see the voice is coming from a beautiful woman with a shoulder length bob cut bright blue hair and deep tan skin. She wears a yellow shimmering slightly metallic small bikini top over her perfect d cup breasts. Her body is a thing of perfection with the long lean form of a supermodel standing 5’9” tall and towering even taller on her 5” heel tiny golden open toe sandals. The only other thing she wears is a small blue tight skirt that reveals the strap of her shiny bikini bottom that matches her top. Her massive revolver points at your head and is close enough to read “666 hellbore super magnum” stamped on the barrel.

To her right is another woman crouched down on her haunches like a cat, her arms even seeming a bit elongated. You would guess if she was standing she would be 5’6” at most. She is clad from neck to ankle to wrist in a black rubber suit with spikes around her wrists, neck, ankles, and running down the sides of her arms and legs as well as down her spine. She also wears a rubber hood covering all but her mouth, bright red lipstick and nail polish, and a deep purple ball gag in her mouth. She appears unarmed other than her finger and toe nails being slightly longer than normal and most likely reinforced like yours.

To her left is yet another statuesque beauty standing just under 5’7” but is just as tall as her friend with her black 8” stiletto heel sandals with large 4” platforms and straps tying just under her knees. She is obviously of Japanese heritage with long flowing black hair. She wears long skin tight black pants with wide open bottoms that only barely reveal her pink toenail polish. Her top is basically two straps of black cloth that start at pants 5” wide meeting just below her navel and stretching up her body over her breasts getting steadily smaller as they rise meeting as a strap behind her neck. She has a tattoo of a black cross partially visible on her chest and a sword down her spine with a snake coiling up it with the head hissing at the pommel. She carries a smallish sub machine gun and judging by the width of the barrel you would guess is a similar caliber to your little pistol if not smaller.

The last member of the little mob, you assume are her friends, standing behind, and basically between the Asian and the leader, is yet another near supermodel. She stands tallest at 5’9” and is perched towering above the others on a pair of 7” heel thigh high boots, the bottom of which are made to look like hooves and her legs appear to have another joint in them to bend back like a horse. She is clad in a tight black rubber bodysuit cut down to the navel and with open arms. She has a fiery red mane of hair that falls to just above her ass and carries an **** rifle you recognize as an AK-47, but slightly different. She chomps down on a shining silver bit gag basically confirming they are all clearly speaking together on cyber comms.