Stiletto confronts the amateur Hunter

Stiletto didn't like amateur Hunters. She considered them losers who joined Hunts because they couldn't seduce women through more classical means. And the way that they degraded the poor girls whom they somehow managed to catch...

But, they were good for business. Amateurs could amass pretty sizable viewer bases and word spread quickly. She was, after all, trying to build the brand.

She calmly walked over to where the Amateur was 'hiding'.

'How's the birdwatching?' she said, looking down at him. She stuck out a hip provocatively.

He scrambled awkwardly to his feet, stammering. She saw that he was carrying a number of approved subjugation devices, including a lasso and a bolas. That was good; they were difficult weapons to use well.

"Now don't I know you from somewhere? What did you say that your name was?" She put a finger to her lips in mock contemplation.

"I'm, um, the Assmaster" he said. Was he seriously blushing?

"THAT'S right! You were the guy who bragged to thousands of people that he was going to publicly sodomize me."

She heard Morwen in her ear. "You crazy bitch. This teasing is driving his viewers wild."

'Assmaster' had recovered somewhat. He was, after all, a performer too. "Big talk. We'll just have to finish this conversation after I've caught you."

Stiletto shuddered, involuntarily imaging how humiliating it would be to get caught by this creep. The thought of his thousands of viewers drooling over her, however, was making her seriously horny.

"Sorry, dork, but I have plans today. I'm going to walk away now. Enjoy staring at my ass. It's the last you'll be seeing of it."

Stiletto turned and walked away.