"I think you should try the black one on again."
Helora was sat on a cute little red sofa, one leg swinging off the other and her arms spread along the backrest. She wore tight blue denim jeans and black leather high heeled boots that came to rest above her knees. Her black silk blouse had a large bow of fabric hanging down from her neck and long billowy sleeves. She had crimson lips to match her curly red bob. Her green eyes twinkled with mischief.
"The one that barely covered my ass? Seriously?" Jennifer shook her head. "Aren't we supposed to be trying to lay low or something?"
"Or something." Helora giggled. "Now you have a new colour scheme, you need a new wardrobe to bring out your new…well…"
"Helora!" Synthia scurried out of changing room, still zipping herself into a green lace dress. "Stop being so insensitive!"
"It's ok." Jennifer hugged her elbows and shrugged. "I need to get used to it." She turned to look at the side mirror. Over the last few weeks Jennifer's hair had faded to an ashy silver, and so had her eyes. her skin was paler and there had been some….other side effects too. "But I don't agree with me suiting black. I think that makes me look like a damn vampire." Jennifer put her hands on her hips and swayed them from side to side. "I suit white, I think." White heels, tight white dress with a black belt around her middle. The sleeves were long and clung to her shapely arms. Her silver bob was inverted, meaning it was longer at the front and shorter at the back. her fringe was curved and the back of her dress dipped below her shoulder blades.
"Fine. Bag it and tag it." Helora pushed herself up from the sofa and clicked her fingers. "Grab all the bags. Meet me at the checkout. Hurry up or we'll miss our reservation. Mama want's her Gong Bao chicken fix." Helora didn't wait for their response. She hurried out of the changing rooms and left the younger women to roll their eyes at her.
"You do look good in white. For the record." Synthia chuckled.
"Thanks." Jennifer sighed and chewed her lips in thought. "And thank you for helping me with this."
"Hay." Synthia took her hands and held them. "If I'd been shot for my life's work, I'd want to know why too."
"And who ordered the hit." Jenny took her hands back and walked up to the changing room mirror. "You don't think I'll be recognised?" she cast her silver eyes down at her new dress.
"Nope!" Synthia chuckled and came to stand by her side, fluffing her long blonde hair. "Gotta give Helora her dues. She has a killer sense of fashion."
"Well she is a demon." The women sniggered at the joke. "You look pretty cute in that. I'm still surprised Helora's letting me take her unholiness into the field." Jenny sarcastically drawled and poked Synthia's side.
"I know right?" Synthia chuckled and looked down her new dress once more. It really wasn't like her. The long sleeves and top section across her collar bone was semi-transparent green floral lace. Her bust down had a dark green underlay, and the dress itself fitted her curves perfectly. It came down to her hips and then flared ever so slightly to her knees. The green open towed kitten heels were higher than she would have liked, but a necessity in this dress.
"I was expecting her to throw a gasket or something. But instead she's coming too, and she's bring really supportive."
"Well Helora no doubt has her own reasons. I trust her…" Synthia sighed and looked over her shoulder to look at her mentor as she chatted up the young man on the check out.
"But you think she has a hidden agenda?" Jenny brushed some of the younger woman's long blonde hair out of the way, and checked that her zip was fastened all the way. It was, so she rested mane back into place.
"I…I trust Helora." Synthia reiterated, more for herself than Jenny. "…but she's a demon."
"…so are you?" Synthia frowned and instinctively placed her hand over the red crystal beneath her dress.
"Yeah I keep forgetting that I guess."
"Here." Jenny opened a white clutch purse and retrieved her mascara and red lipstick. "Pucker up princess." Synthia did as she was told and allowed her friend to rouge her lips. "My mother taught me how to be girlie, and then I went to university and became this nerdy creature of habit." Jenny put the lippy away and held the mascara ready. "Look up. Just like that. Yeah so I haven't done anything remotely girlie like this since. My mother would be leased if she was still alive." She moved onto the second eye. "Too bad I had to be shot first to find my feminine side again. There, done." Jenny turned to look in the mirror and do her own makeup.
"I look…grown up." Synthia smiled sadly in the mirror. "Growing up on the run I never got to do the whole 'dress up' thing. I wonder…if my mum ever looked like this?"
"Well don't you two look delicious?" Helora sauntered back over to the pair and winked at them. "I'll need to change when we get home, and then we'll head on out. Where is this charity event again?"
"Wayne Enterprises conference hall."
"Alright." Helora took Synthia's hand suddenly and pushed her into a twirl. "Damn girl! You'd have made a fabulous Succubus. Oh, and you just look like Incubus food."
"Thanks, Helora." Jenny rolled her silver eyes. "We good to go?"
"Yeah I put your new threads on my tab. I have a running account here. So let's vamoos!"
"Are we ready to go?"
"Oh my…you can't wear that!?" Jenny's left eye twitched as she stared at the red head.
"Oh yes I can." Helora wore a long black dress with a V neck so wide and so low, it was scandalous that her ample rack was actually held in place. It didn't reach her belly button…but it was close. Her arms were enveloped in the black chiffon and it looped around her middle fingers elegantly. The fabric glided over her lithe form and billowed out from her dainty waist. Her right leg was exposed by a slit up to her thigh, and she had sparkling silver shoes on. They were encrusted with diamantes, and matched her clutch hand bag…and the coiled serpent necklace around her neck. The head of which came to rest in the valley of her breasts and held emeralds for eyes, and a large diamond in its mouth. "I rock this dress and you know it." Her red curly hair was immaculate around her face, and her green eyes twinkled with mirth. "I intend to be the distraction, Casper. So you and her hornliness can go and snoop at will."
"But-" "Honey." Helora applied red lipstick like a pro without a mirror. "I've been enticing and distracting men and women for hundreds of years. Tonight will be a walk in the park for me. Just don't take too long getting the goods and keep my unholy Queen safe. Ok?" Helora blew Jenny a kiss, who was looking even paler than usual. "Oh and remember that if the shit collides with the fan, call me to avoid the spray."
"I'm sure tonight will go off without a hitch." Synthia put her hand on Jenny's tense shoulder, and felt the woman relax to her touch. "Jenny knows the lay out, you're going to be a distraction, and all we need is a few minutes with their computers. Right?" The blonde directed at Jenny, who nodded. "Ok. then let's do this."
"I took the liberty of calling us a limo. You're welcome."
"Why do I think she's enjoying every minute of this?" Jenny hushed to Synthia's side as they left the vortex door of the Succubi's apartment. The bright lights and whirring noises of Gotham greeted them as they stood in front of a very swanky looking hotel. Synthia didn't have time to gawk up at it however. A long black limo pulled up before them, as promised and Helora put her arm out to stop her two charges from reaching for the door.
"Good evening mam." The driver got out of the limo in his perfectly pressed black and white uniform. "My name is Winston. I'll be your driver for the evening." He bowed his head. "As requested there is champagne on ice in the back and your three tickets to the Wayne charity ball are on your seats. I wish you a lovely night." He opened the door to the back of the limo, and gave them a perfectly pearly smile. "And I hope you don't hesitate to ask me for anything you need to enhance your evening."
"How very sweet you are." Helora rolled her green eyes over the young man, and then shook 'something' off. "We seem to have everything we need for now Winston. So let's depart. Ladies?" Helora guided Jennifer in first, which with her tight fitting white dress was rather easy once she had her bum on the luxurious leather seats. She shimmied along, and Synthia climbed in next. Not very ladylike, but her dress was only knee length and loose around her legs. Helora lifted her arm up and didn't even look to Winston. Apparently, he could tell she was a 'higher class', of lady, and instinctively took her arm to held her glide her magnificent form into the limp. He then bent down to help lift her long black skirt up and tuck it into the car. He gave the demoness one last longing look, before closing the door. Helora immediately pressed the privacy switch. This put the black glass up between them and the driver's seat and turned off the intercom. "That boy is asking for a good fucking."
"And she's back." Synthia shook her head and chuckled. "Please don't eat the driver?"
"No worries there. He wouldn't survive me." Helora smirked with pride. "Only strong souls can lay with a sex demon and live to tell the tale." She giggled and turned her smirk to look at her young charges. "So here are my rules. No getting caught."
"Obviously." Jenny grumbled. "No getting your freaks on in public." Helora pointed at Jenny specifically. "We don't want our little unholy demon queen being recognised by the paparazzi and giving the game away."
"Deal. I don't particularly want the blood cultists to find me either." And despite the hours of practice with Helora and her new grimoire…it still didn't feel right to her when Synthia used her magic. "
Oh and no fucking. Well, we can." Helora giggled over to Jennifer, who was really not amused by that statement. "But no getting Marilith's demonic cherry popped. K?"
"You are unbelievable." Synthia held her face and tried not to let either of her friends see her burning cheeks.
"Just promise me that you won't part your legs for-"
"Ok! I say ok so drop it!" Synthia slapped her hands down on her lap. "
Champagne?" Helora pulled a bottle from the ice bucket and wiggled her red eyebrows at them. "Well?"
"I'm underage, remember?"
"I'm a demoness, remember?" Helora poured Synthia a glass half full and forced it into her hand.
"Wait." Jenny accepted her offered glass and caused her silver bob to bounce as she cocked her head to one side. "You're happy for her to drink, but not fuck?"
"Jenny!?" Synthia squealed. The rest of the drive was filled with teasing banter about her precious virginity, and Helora of course was the ring leader. By the time they got to the main event, Synthia was actually desperate to get out of the limo between her two tormentors and go inside. "Let's just go and hack into that damn computer already!?"
"Leave that to me." the door opened on Jennifer's side first, so she curved her legs out of the limo first and accepted Winston's offered hand. To her credit she looked like a pro as she took a few steps out of the limo and put her hands on her hips. The press were out in force and Jenny felt slightly dazzled by the sea of flash photography. Thank goodness she didn't look anything like her old self. The last thing she needed was for her would be assassins to see her picture in the Gotham Gazette. Synthia came to stand by her side, and finally Helora made her daring entrance. Her bare leg taking the first step out of the limo and her mischievous green eyes alight with the camera flashes.
"Come ladies." Helora offered each of them an arm. "The hunt is on. Stay close until no one is looking. Last time I'll say this." Helora leaned in to Jennifer's side. "Get my Queen killed, and I'll wear my super cranky face." Jenny had seen that face in training. It had haunted her dreams for many nights afterwards.
"Well no one wants that." the tech-nerd faked a smirk. She then looked over to Synthia and nodded to her. "I'll keep her safe."
"Miss Safar?" Nailah lifted her brown eyes from her glass of bubbly and smiled brightly at their host.
"Why Mr Wayne? I wasn't expecting to see you personally." She blushed like crazy and took his offered hand. Now she wished she'd done as Adam said and bought a fancy new dress for this event. When she had an invitation to the Wayne charity event to oversee the auction of price paintings as her 'consolation prize', she expected to be a wall flower. Also losing out on her life's work to that rich brat Banks, she didn't feel like going shopping either. So she dug out a nice dress she had from a friend's wedding. A soft baby blue chiffon dress, with a sweetheart neckline, diamante trimmings and a simple silver chain around her neck. The skirt itself was shorter at the front, resting just before her knees, and tapering lower at the back like a train. Her silver heels were also plain, to match her budget outfit.
"Well after all your hard work today getting the auction underway, I thought I'd express my thanks personally. I'm sure the journey was worth it for you. Metropolis isn't exactly around the corner."
"No but the trust you have to preserve art works directly with several universities. Including MU." Nailah pushed her long raven hair behind her and took another sip of her champagne. "You should be the one we're thanking Mr Wayne. Without you we wouldn't have raised so much money."
"Erm…" the handsome young man chuckled and smiled at her awkwardly. "It's actually Mr Grayson. I'm Bruce Wayne's adopted son and second in command whilst he's away on business. So I'm…filling in." he chuckled again and shrugged in his thousand dollar Armani tux.
"Oh, oh I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry about it." He chuckled, tousling his black curtains. "Bruce is the closest thing to a dad I have now, but I haven't taken his name. it's really not an insult to be confused as a Wayne."
"I just assumed! I'm so embarrassed." Nailah took a swig of her wine and chuckled nervously.
"Why are you embarrassed my love?" Adam was looking very dapper in his black suit and tie. He put his hand on his beloved's back and looked to Dick with hard brown eyes. "Who are you?"
"I'm the host." Dick felt waves of aggression coming off this man. "I was just thanking your wife for all her hard work today."
"Oh I'm not-"
"She deserves all the thanks. No doubt she tried to turn the compliment on you?" Adam rubbed her arm and looked down at her with utter adoration. "So humble, my Nailah."
"Well I better go rub elbows with more of the people we bled money from this evening." Dick nodded his head to Nailah. "Good evening." He left with his excuse eagerly. Something about that guy…was just intense.
"You do look good in that suit." Nailah placed a hand on his bicep and beamed up at her sweet Adam. "Thank you for coming with me. I know I've been mopey since I found out my professor had already given the Isis project to Banks. I've been no fun. But." She sighed with a smile. "Life goes on. And tonight I helped catalogue and sell some fantastic art pieces. Hundreds of years of history in one night." Nailah hooked her arm with Adam's as they walked around the peripheral of the dance floor.
"You deserved the Isis project. It is criminal that they gave it to that privileged fool." Adam would have happily snapped the man's neck for making his beloved wife cry like that. the only reason he hadn't, was because he didn't know who Banks was. The day he found out…
"Do you think there is a drinks table around here?" Nailah brought them to a stop and looked around the hall for the beverages.
"I believe at an establishment such as this, there is only a bar." Adam spotted the long bar side on the other side of the room.
"It seems silly but I've not had anything to drink in so long my throat is dry."
"Then I will quench your thirst, my love." Adam captured her lips in a hungry but brief kiss. It always pleased him how receptive his bride was to his affection. Her pupils dilated and her knees swayed ever so slightly at his touch. "Water?"
"Yes please. Oh wait." Nailah chuckled and pulled Adam in close once more. "I need the ladies room. Meet you back here?"
"Don't get lost. I'll tear the walls down looking for you if you make me wait." Nailah giggled, thinking he was joking…
"The sign is down there." Nailah pointed over to a set of stairs. "Kiss for the road?"
"Always." Adam smoothed his lips over hers like the perfect mouth, and tasted her sweetness on his tongue. "And once it's appropriate, we'll leave for our hotel so I can devour you." She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
"O-okay. That sounds…hmmm." Another kiss and she was about ready to throw the towel in now. her hands gripped at his suit jacket, and she leaned in to his warm body. "Okay I need the ladies room." Nailah pushed off from his chest and swerved her head away from his seeking lips. "Adam?!" She giggled, and he relented.
"Alright. I'll get you a water and meet you back here." With a big grin on her face Nailah made her way over to the stairs and practically floated down them she was so loved up. How she'd have pulled herself through the crushing humiliation of handing over her case notes to Banks without Adam, she'd never know. I'd have stabbed him in the face, I'm sure. I can't believe he still offered sex in exchange for partnership on the project! Such a sexist asshole.
But as much as it stung, Nailah had to move on. Find another subject to use as her final project. She shook her head and pushed the door to the ladies room open. When I told Adam he looked ready to explode. Hah, I bet Adam could take Banks nooooo problem. She started to fantasise about her boyfriend's biceps as she pushed door to a toilet stall open. She did her business quickly enough, flushed, and reached for the lock on the door. A loud bang froze her on the spot and she heard two women arguing.
"That's it. I'm going to tear that bastard to shreds. I'm tired being chased and beaten down. I'm going to let my other side out and kick some ass."
"You do that here, and people will die." Nailah couldn't breathe. She was still stood perfectly still with her hand hovering over the lock to her cubicle door. "Are you sure? I'll back you if you want, but…well…your demon nanny might be a bit pissed…" Demons? Killing people? Oh shit. I should have just gone back to the hotel with Adam and peed there. Oh shit. A loud roar rattled her heart in her chest, and she held her hands over her mouth to stop a scream from bursting free. If they realise I'm in here too, I'm a dead woman. shit!
Earlier that evening.
Dick shook his head and sighed. He hated these public events, but part of the billionaire playboy image was throw and attend parties. With Bruce out of town doing lord knows what with the justice league, it meant Dick had to hang up his Nightwing costume and don the Batman one instead. It also meant he had to fill in for Bruce Wayne. The amount of people who just tried to kiss his ass and broach business opportunities with him was just plain boring by this point. But alas, he had to smile and shake hands with all of them.
It was times like this that Dick wished a super villain would get up to no good, so he could have an excuse to leave. Then again, sometimes these events became worthwhile. He felt a dopey grin grow on his face as the brightest green eyes he'd ever seen locked onto his baby blues, and pulled him in. A woman in a daring black dress minced her way over to him…wow. She was stunning! Filling in for Bruce did mean that the female socialites paid him more attention, which being a red blooded man he didn't mind. But just as long as they knew it was casual only, and not to expect a phone call the next day.
"So you look to be someone important." Her voice was sultry and husky all at once. The way her crimson lips moved made him have wicked thoughts. All of sudden he couldn't stop himself from imagining what those red lips would look like as she moaned…
"I suppose I am. Dick Grayson." He offered his hand to the siren before him. His eyes dropped to her ample and exposed cleavage for a second, before he caught himself. Lord this woman was stunning! "This is my party, so to speak."
"Helora." Gawd even how she said her name sounded erotic. She placed her hand elegantly into his, and held his hand as she lifted it up. "You're supposed to kiss me."
"…wha?" He gulped, and then saw her smirk and look to her hand in his. "Oh! Right." he blushed like crazy and planted a chaste kiss on the back of her hand, and then released her. "So, Helora. That's an exotic name."
"I'm an exotic woman." she batted her lashes up at him with such confidence, it was sinful. "What about you Mr Grayson?"
"Oh please call me Dick." He chuckled and put his hands nervously in his suit pockets. "What about me?"
"Are you exotic?"
"No, I'm afraid I'm pretty ordinary. Except for being Bruce Wayne's heir, I guess."
"I see. You mean money? Hn. That doesn't interest me." She rolled her eyes and shrugged one shoulder. "I have a fortune of my own. So a man with money doesn't entice me." He gulped. "You are however…very cute." Helora cast her green eyes over his shoulder, and watched Jennifer and Synthia slide down the service stairs. She returned her gaze to Dick and smirked. "Do you dance?"
"I don't normally like to." He admitted, looking out to the busy dance floor.
"But you will for me." Helora fluffed her short curly red bob once and then extended her wrists towards him. Like she was asking to be handcuffed. A thought that…delighted the original boy wonder. "Won't you Dick?" The way she said his name… Lord, I don't pray often, and I don't ask for selfish things when I do, but PLEASE don't let me screw this up.
"I'd be delighted." He held her hands and led her to the dance floor. Immediately the many esteemed guests started whispering like crazy. "I'm afraid you'll be the topic of the newspapers tomorrow."
"I see." He held her waist tentatively and her arm out in hold. "We better give them something good to write about then, shouldn't we?" Helora rolled her head and smirked at 'something'. The music changed and sexy Latin tones slithered though the air from the orchestra. Before Dick could comment on his dislike of fast music, Helora slid her exposed leg up to his waist. "I can lead, if you like." Her leg slowly slid back down and she turned in his arms, swaying her hips and putting her hands behind her on his thighs. Dicks' cheeks were blushing, but he was grinning. He quickly held her shoulders and snapped her round to face him, pinned to his front.
"Oh no. I will lead." He held the small of her back and took one of her hands, but this time he kept her delightfully close. Helora chuckled and slithered her free arm to hold the back of his neck. They swayed together on the dance floor and totally ignored the proclaimed gasps at their provocative dancing. If anything, this was exactly how a playboy billionaire would behave, so despite his nerves, Dick just decided to go for it. "So are you from Gotham?"
"I'm from lots of places." She answered cryptically and drew circles into the back of his neck. "I go where the fun is. Today it's Gotham."
"And tomorrow?" he dipped her body with one arm, showing off his strength, and pulled her back flush against his rock hard chest.
"But my dear Dickie." Helora ghosted her lips over his jaw and whispered in his ear. "Before I think of tomorrow, I need to decide where tonight will take me." Dick gulped and felt blood rushing down from his ear where her hot breathe lingered, down to his cock.
"I have a suggestion."
"I thought you might."