Trouble at home.

"I don't give a shit!"

The angry man was wearing a nametag that read "Jonathan". He was shouting at several nervous-looking men who kept glancing towards her.

"We need to figure out a way to calm down these recruits. This is the third time this week we've almost been discovered! And our plants in law enforcement aren't going to protect us forever. Ugh, where's Marianne? She's supposed to be handling this side of things."

She cleared her throat and everyone turned to her. Just the sight of her seemed to bring a smile to their face. "Hi, um, can you tell me what's going on?"

Jonathan knelt before her and put his hand on her face. "We're working for you, dear. We all want what's best for you."

She was puzzled. "What's all this about recruits and cops? I don't understand."

He smiled sadly. "Of course not, Vanessa. It's so perfect - a whole world to serve you, and you won't even know it. Do you need anything? Are you thirsty?"

She thought about it. "No, I don't think so."

He patted her arm gently. "Good, I just-"

Two women entered the room forcefully. The first, a woman wearing a nametag marking her as "Marianne", spoke to the men in the corner that she only now realized had been standing there.

"Out. Drake and I need the room."

As they shuffled out, Jonathan turned to her. "Who the hell is this?"

In response, the woman pulled a gun from her purse and shot him in the chest. Rather than a loud bang and a blossom of blood on his shirt, though, there was only a whooshing sound as a small needle embedded itself in his chest. Jonathan staggered back against the wall, an expression of shock on his face. He was **** before he hit the floor.

The woman sized her up with disdain. "Jesus, Vanessa, this is really out of control." She knelt next to the **** man and opened his fly. Pulling out his penis, she began to pump at it.

Marianne turned to her, adoration in her eyes. "Was that good? Did I do well?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "You did fine. Vanessa, how can you stand these people fawning over you all the time? I guess it's easy after you turned yourself into a vegetable. God, how long does it take this guy to cum?"

She was taken aback. "Vanessa? I'm Vanessa?"

Before the woman could answer, Jonathan groaned lightly and a spout of his jism shot into the air. Both women jumped back and it spattered against the floor. He looked around groggily before his eyes alit on the woman who had just given him a handjob. "Who... who are you?"

She smirked. "I'm Cynthia Chandler. I'm Vanessa's sister, and yes, I know. You love me."