A/N – Great questions were brought up by Justaguy and I'd like to take the time to answer them. I didn't want to make radiation a huge focus just because I feel the radiation threat is kind of implied, as we are already very well familiar with the fallout story line. I didn't want to focus too much in on the threat of radiation (though very important for sure) but as I said, I wish for it to be more implied simply because these people have been living with the hazardous conditions of the waste for so long, they should be aware of how to survive in it's peril.
I didn't want to put too much emphasis on special weapons just because I like the Legion to appear a bit grungier. They pick up their weapons off the streets or off other Captures. Most of the weapons I assume are in bad shape and don't last too long so to hold sentimental value towards them seems pointless however, Brash did have his tree climbing axes, Zen his throwing knives and Aramis now has her unique reinforced motocross gear. I may add a few more in just to add a bit of uniqueness to certain characters but nothing over the top, in keeping with the Legion's lack of firearms technology. I hope that answers your questions well enough and I look forward to more comments and questions to come.
Chapter 36
Deegan and Picus returned at dusk with news of activity in New Reno. At their debrief they informed the High Command that NCR operatives were indeed trying to undermine Legion supremacy in the city.
The Legate argued that they should just let the NCR have New Reno. It offered no real strategic hold and trying to keep control over the families was a waste of resources and time.
Aramis countered his argument by stating that relinquishing their hold would show the NCR they can't maintain control and that New Reno offered too much of an intel pool to simply give it away. The place festered with gossip and she and her predecessor had spent too many years building their network of spies in the city.
In the end Caesar had agreed with Aramis but he insisted that more digging be done in the city to see exactly what the NCR planned on doing with New Reno.
Aramis opted to go herself and suggested she take Miyla with her for added concealment. No one would suspect a man and his wife out in New Reno. Caesar liked this plan and gave her his full support much to the Legate's indifference over the plan.
The next morning she and Miyla packed their things for the long trek to New Reno and left just as the sun crested the mountains, warming their skin. It was nearing fall and the winds were getting cooler and the nights cold but the days were warm and pleasant.
The route they took was always the same, up and along the north rim of the Grand Canyon, stopping in at a small trading outpost called Page and than pretty much straight across the wastes to New Reno. No one bothered the man and his wife who seemed like the usual pair of wasteland wanderers and Aramis preferred it that way. The journey took nearly two weeks with stops and long rests but finally they made it to New Reno just as the time reached midday.
The Cat's Paw Brothel was said to be a sliver of heaven in the dungiest of hells. When Aramis stepped inside with Miyla at her heel she could barely understand what all the hype was about.
The placed smelled of piss, musty sex and sweat that seeped deep into the floorboards at her feet. The lobby of the brothel was large, spacious and best of all, empty, apart from a thin aging woman who stood behind a large wooden desk.
"Miss Kitty I presume," Aramis said as she strode across the foyer to offer her hand to the Madame.
In her youth Miss Kitty had been an extremely beautiful woman, highly desired and highly threatening. She was a businesswoman through and through and her reputation as being devout to her brothel and her women was uncanny, yet the woman who stood before Aramis today was a fraction of that woman.
Miss Kitty was pushing sixty; her once long and lustrous blonde hair was a shimmering silver and grey. She wore a simple modest black gown that clung to her shapely figure. Her eyes were a cloudy grey but behind them Aramis could see a mind still ripe and sharp. Despite her age the woman was still quite alluring and where she had shed her youthful shine she took on a more astute stature that Aramis found almost intimidating.
"How may I help you, Sir?" Miss Kitty offered as they shook hands.
"I come on behalf of a friend. I needn't speak his name but I do believe you two are well allied," Aramis began and she could see Miss Kitty's face turn from sincere host to calculating player.
"Of course! How is our mutual friend doing?" Miss Kitty asked.
"Quite well thank you and sends his apologies that he cannot be here in person," Aramis said in a friendly tone.
"Of course," Miss Kitty replied. "So what can I do for you today ….?" Miss Kitty inquired.
"My name is Aramis. My associate here is Miyla. We came in hopes our allegiance would attract your cooperation as we formulate a plan … for mutual benefit I assure you," Aramis spoke.
Miss Kitty raised a drawn on eyebrow and said,
"May I ask what this is about?"
"Is there a more private place we may speak?" Aramis countered.
"I'm afraid this is as private as it gets here without disrupting the girls at work," Miss Kitty said kindly.
Aramis looked around. There was no one in the main entrance way but she kept her voice low regardless.
"The New California Republic," Aramis began. "I do believe your ladies have been entertaining a few of their top officials over the last little while."
"I don't turn away caps no matter who it comes from," Miss Kitty replied sharply.
"I understand completely," Aramis said in a charming tone. "And we don't wish you to stop. I'm simply asking that we invite them here for a little … party you'll be hosting."
"A party?" Miss Kitty asked.
"That's right. Invite a few of the best customers you know, make it into the most lavish event this piss hole of a city has ever seen. Have your ladies offer all the goods and when the night is over, I expect to know who's who and whatever else your ladies can get for me," Aramis said politely.
"It will be expensive," Miss Kitty pointed out.
"All caps will be compensated for," Aramis assured her.
"I'll have to higher added protection for my girls," Miss Kitty went on.
"All caps I said."
"And what's in it for me?" Miss Kitty asked with her arms folded over her chest.
"There were fifteen women recently brought in as Captures to Flagstaff. Such pretty things. Would be such a shame so see them spoiled by the Legionaries. Perhaps they would have a better life here than wife to an officer, or worse just some bed warmer," Aramis offered.
Miss Kitty rubbed her chin and smiled.
"All fifteen?" she asked.
"All fifteen."
"Their ages?"
"Between sixteen and thirty I would guess."
"And they'll be obedient?"
"And know the consequences if they aren't."
"I believe we have a deal Mr. Aramis," Miss Kitty said with a smile. "When do you expect to have this get together?"
"I think a week will provide enough time for the important people to make their way here. See to it. Miyla and I will be staying at the Desperado for the time being. Should you require me further," Aramis informed. "Oh, I will be supplying two women just for the party. Miyla here will be one and I haven't decided on the second one yet. They will be here tomorrow morning to begin instruction with you on how to entertain the men."
"I look forward to working with them," Miss Kitty said.
With a charming smile Aramis strode back across the front foyer and left with Miyla silently trailing behind.
They checked in at the Desperado and saw Lil Jesus Mordino in the cornor by his bar. He had since taken over since the passing of his father some two years or so ago. Lil Jesus was keeping up the family business and fell in line to Caesar just as his father had.
Lil Jesus hadn't aged nearly as well as Miss Kitty. His deep tan skin had turned leathery, scarred up from a youth full of acne. He was hardly a handsome man but he remained slender and strong looking where his father had become fat and inept.
According to Frumentarii reports, in his early days he'd worn thick black leather armour but he seemed to trade all that in for a rather worn looking black suit. The dinner jacket didn't quite match the black of his slacks but beneath the bottom seam of the jacket something silver gleamed in the dim light of the club.
Aramis realized it was a knife. In those same reports she recalled how Lil Jesus liked to show off his knife collection, particularly the long curved one he always kept on his persons.
"Welcome homes!" Lil Jesus beckoned in a thick Mexican accent when he saw Aramis and Miyla walk in. "My my look at this beauty you bring 'fore me! You're too kind, friend!" he joked when his eyes fell on Miyla.
"We'll take the usual room," was all Aramis said and she saw Lil Jesus' charm fade slightly when she used her serious tone.
"Ya, ya of course but first you must have drinks with me! I want to get to know this lovely at your side. Tirar los galgos!"he mused.
Aramis didn't understand any Spanish though a few men in the ranks spoke it.
"Not right now Mr. Mordino. We're quite tired and I would just like to relax for awhile," Aramis said politely.
"Bueno, bueno! But you owe me a drink … or six!" he teased and he kissed the backside of Miyla's hand.
Aramis and Miyla retired to their dingy room and tossed down their bags. Aramis splayed on the bed.
"I don't even care that more people have fornicated on this ben then I have hairs on my head. I just want to sleep," Aramis said as she closed her eyes.
Miyla smirked and began to change.
"I don't know how anyone could find me attractive after hiking for days across the wastes and coming in smelling like I slept with Brahmin all my life," she teased at herself. She too climbed up on the bed and lay next to Aramis.
"You ready to be a girl again?" Miyla asked.
"I'm actually excited about this one," Aramis admitted. "Nervous?"
"A little. I've never used my skill for espionage," Miyla said with a pretty smile.
Aramis laughed and rolled over on her side and said,
"Quick nap and we'll get to work."
"I'd hardly recognize you," Miyla said with a smirk when she stood back and admired her handy work.
Aramis looked in the mirror and even she was surprised. She didn't recognize herself.
"It feels weird," Aramis admitted.
"You've spent most of your life parading around as a man, you barely know what the actual woman in you looks like," Miyla said but frowned when she saw all the scars on Aramis' legs and arms. "We can't hide those."
"It will be dark the night of the party. Hopefully it won't turn away customers," Aramis said as she looked at the healed wounds.
"The way you look right now, you'll be fighting them off with your machete," Miyla teased and both women laughed.
"You're all right with this, right?" Aramis asked.
"I'm here to help. Besides, you got me out of Flagstaff. You could have said you were going to drown me in a river and I would have followed you to get beyond those walls," Miyla said, keeping the humour going.
"What about you? What if someone tries something with you? Will you be able to keep yourself from killing them?" Miyla asked.
"It wont be easy but this mission is too important to blow by letting myself be consumed with pride," Aramis explained. "Well, should we get going?"
She and Miyla walked out of the Desperado and headed to the Cat's Paw. The city was packed with people; no one took notice to the stranger beside Miyla who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Once inside Miss Kitty and a couple of the other girls greeted them.
"Welcome ladies," Miss Kitty said and took Miyla and Aramis by their upper arms and led them out of the foyer and into a large bedroom. The only furniture was a massive bed pressed against one of the walls. Its cream coloured sheets were clean and the room smelled of a sweet fragrance that Aramis found pleasing. A small candle burned on the nightstand at the side of the bed. On the opposite wall was a bookshelf filled with literature Aramis had never seen before. Titles like Kama Sutra and Erotica were unfamiliar to her.
Aramis began to grow slightly nervous. She was thankful Miyla was there but she began to wonder if she should have just used Miyla and disguised herself as some of the added protection Miss Kitty was going to hire. It was too late now.
"I'm glad Mr. Aramis sent two lovely ladies for this. Makes my job easy," Miss Kitty said sweetly as she looked over Aramis and Miyla. "Your names, Miyla and?"
"Eyre," Aramis replied.
"Pretty names. Now then I assume Mr. Aramis picked you because you have some skill when it comes to pleasing a customer?" Miss Kitty said.
"That's right," Miyla replied.
Aramis swallowed the lump in her throat.
"And you dear?" Miss Kitty asked.
"Some." Aramis got out.
"Excellent. That's good to hear.
Just then two women entered the room. One was a beautiful black skinned girl with long legs, light green eyes and a thin smile. Her hair was braided down to her waste. She wore a simple pink slinky gown and nothing on her feet. The other girl was a striking brunette with deep dark eyes and a full mouth. She had a small scar on her cheek but she was still very pretty. She too wore a simply pink lace gown that barely hid her large breasts. Though both were beautiful, long and slender with shapely bodies and soft skin, Miyla was prettier then both and Aramis certainly had a more defined physique.
"Sage and Lavender here are going to help assist me in training you," Miss Kitty informed them.
Aramis and Miyla nodded.
"Now let me look you over. You may undress," Miss Kitty said.
Aramis felt awkward but Miyla simply stripped out of her undergarments rather quickly and stood perfectly naked, unafraid and comfortable. Aramis envied her poise.
Once undressed Miss Kitty looked over each of them. "We'll have to do something about the hair," she first said with a raised brow. "You both desperately need a good scrub." Her eyes looked Aramis up and down. "Good heavens child! How long have you been a slave to those barbarians!? Look at you!? Is there a piece of skin on you that hasn't been marked up?"
Aramis felt slightly ashamed.
"All my life," she got out.
Miss Kitty shook her head.
"You look like you belong in the gladiator pit, not a brothel," Miss Kitty said almost kindly but Aramis knew it was not meant to be a compliment.
Aramis rolled her eyes.
"I'll try not to beat up any of your girls," she said with a smirk and Miyla laughed.
Miss Kitty even chuckled and it was clear the woman was a good sport about things.
"Nonetheless, some men like an athletic girl with tiny breasts. Not many but some. You'll surely be my project piece this week," Miss Kitty said.
Aramis wasn't sure she liked the sound of that.
"Here are your outfits for the week. You may choose whatever you like for the actual party," Miss Kitty said, offering the women each an array of garments. Aramis slid into a pair of lace short shorts that barely covered her ass and a piece of black fabric that was so badly torn up it barely passed as a tank top. Miyla chose a rather shimmery silver nightdress that clung to her frame making every aspect of her desirable. Her large breasts peeked out form the top and it barely covered her to mid thigh. The straps were loose so they fell off her shoulders like it was on purpose. After seeing Miyla, Aramis knew that for the party she'd have to try harder.
With the help of Sage and Lavendar, Miss Kitty showed Aramis and Miyla how things were done in the Cat's Paw; how drinks were served, appropriate conversations, how to engage a bit of teasing play with the other girls, how to call for help if they were in trouble and all sorts of other things.
When they were back in the main foyer Miss Kitty turned to them.
"So you used to be a prostitute did I hear you say?" she said looking to Miyla.
Miyla nodded.
"So you have quite a lot of experience with this sort of thing," Miss Kitty added.
"That's putting it mildly," Miyla said back.
Miss Kitty grinned.
"Men or women?" she asked.
"Both," Miyla answered.
"Would you feel comfortable having a trial run with my two girl's here?" she said pointing to Sage and Lavender. "They will tell me if you're good to go."
Miyla shrugged like the idea was just business.
"Of course."
The two whores led Miyla down the hall and disappeared into a room.
Miss Kitty now looked to Aramis.
"I gather you don't share the same experiences," Miss Kitty said.
Aramis narrowed her eyes into a squint.
"It hasn't always been consensual," Aramis got out and Miss Kitty's face displayed sympathy when she softened her smile and tilted her head to one side.
"Maybe in a more controlled environment we can see what you can do. Is that all right with you?" she asked.
"Sure, I guess," Aramis allowed.
Miss Kitty led Aramis down the hall. As they passed the door Miyla had been in she heard deep moans of pleasure and giggles of laughter. Sounded like Miyla was enjoying herself.
Miss Kitty opened the door to a rather large room with the same décor as all the other rooms.
"I have a male volunteer for you. I hired them as extra security for your party. He's a good man and will do as we say," Miss Kitty assured her.
Aramis just shrugged.
Miss Kitty left and Aramis went and stood by the small frosted window. She couldn't see out but standing in its light gave her some warmth. This was going to be awkward but she told herself she would try for the good of the mission.
Suddenly the door creaked open.
When Desert Dog stepped into the room Aramis just about jumped out of her skin. For a moment he didn't even recognize her as Miss Kitty ushered him over to sit on the edge of the bed but when he finally gave her a second look his eyes went wide and recognition swept over.
"Bodie here has agreed to help be your experiment but please don't feel bad for him," Miss Kitty teased as she flashed her sweet smile at Desert Dog.
Aramis stood stiff, unable to move and completely overcome with disbelief. This was a terrible dream. It had to me. There was no way her luck was this bad. Desert Dog was staring back at her, mouth open and suspicious, clearly wondering just what kind of game he found himself in now.
"Bodie and I go way back. Way … way back," Miss Kitty said with a sinister smirk and Desert Dog's eyes fell to the ground and for a second Aramis thought she saw him display a trace of shame.
"He'll be honest with you and tell you what you're doing right and wrong," Miss Kitty concluded.
"I bet he will," Aramis grumbled under her breath.
"What was that dear?" Miss Kitty asked.
"Nothing … looking forward to pleasing him," Aramis muttered sweetly but the words tasted sour on her tongue.
Desert Dog flashed a warning look at her, which Aramis shot right back at him. This was going to be a disaster.
"Now remember what the other girls taught you," Miss Kitty began. "Bodie here likes his girls to be a bit more on the submissive side. Let's see how you do if you crawl towards him."
Aramis' eyes went wide.
"Excuse me?" she asked for a repeat.
"Crawl to him. On your hands and knees," Miss Kitty said again.
Aramis shot a look to Desert Dog, who was grinning ear to ear. She could have murdered him.
Reluctantly Aramis got on her hands and knees.
"Now, look up at him as you slowly crawl along the floor. Make him wait just long enough for you," Miss Kitty instructed.
Aramis wanted to die. This was humiliating. She looked up at Desert Dog who was slowly shaking his head as if he too couldn't believe she was actually going through with this but he couldn't wipe that smirk off his face.
"Put yourself between his legs … that's it … open his legs slowly … keep eye contact," Miss Kitty went on and Aramis performed as best she could, given the circumstances.
"You look stiff and robotic. I've seen a Mr. Gutsy perform sexier then that. Relax!" Miss Kitty said.
Aramis couldn't relax … not with him here.
"This is where you can try something like asking him if he likes the view or if he wants you to do something while you're on your knees before him," Miss Kitty told her.
Aramis sat back on her heels and looked Desert Dog right in the face. She cocked her head to the side and said,
"How may I be of service?"
Desert Dog burst out laughing and Aramis stood up unable to cope with this any further.
"I'll do better tonight! I don't need to practice!" Aramis snapped bitterly but Miss Kitty narrowed her thin brow and shook her head.
"My dear I have a reputation to uphold. My establishment prides itself on having well-mannered, well-trained and experienced girls. You're none of these so until I'm convinced you can perform half decently, you're not going to work at my brothel for the party," Miss Kitty warned.
Aramis felt flustered and she paced around the room for a moment trying to come up with an alternate plan. Finally she gave in and looked to Miss Kitty before submitting,
"All right."
Miss Kitty grinned and said,
"Let's try something else. Can you dance?"
Aramis looked at her like the woman just asked if she could fly.
"I'll take that as a no," Miss Kitty groaned and rubbed her forehead with her thumb and index finger. They were all silent for a moment until Miss Kitty smirked slightly.
"Let's try a bit of role reversal," she said. "I want you to be a little rough with Bodie." Miss Kitty instructed.
Aramis was smirking now and turned to Desert Dog who looked practically concerned.
"Rough? I can do rough," Aramis said almost gladly.
Suddenly her hand reached out and she pushed Desert Dog down on the bed.
"Yes!" Miss Kitty exclaimed. "Now! Climb on top of him. Pin him down by the shoulders!"
Aramis did exactly what she said. She straddled Desert Dog, holding him firmly to the bed as she pressed down on his shoulders.
"Look at him!" Miss Kitty told her.
Aramis swallowed the lump in her throat and looked down at him. He wasn't smirking anymore, he looked afraid like she was about to tear out his throat with her teeth … not a bad idea the more she thought about it.
"Try nipping at his ear," Miss Kitty said.
Aramis sighed and reluctantly leaned down. She breathed out slowly and pretended to be nibbling on his ear but instead she chose to whisper to him.
"Bet you think this is fucking funny don't you?"
"You're so bad at this, it will be a miracle of nature if you can even get me hard," he mocked right back.
Suddenly she bit down hard on his earlobe.
"Ow!" Desert Dog roared out.
"Easy sweetie, not too hard!" Miss Kitty said with a chuckle.
"Sorry!" Aramis said sweetly, leaning up and smiling and Desert Dog who was glaring at her fiercely.
"Unbutton his pants," Miss Kitty now said.
Aramis shot her head to the side and stared at the woman.
"What?" she asked.
"I want you to unbutton his pants," Miss Kitty said.
Aramis' smile now vanished and she could see Desert Dog's had returned. This would be a cruel game of one-upping.
Aramis slunk down and knelt at the waistband of his dark khaki pants.
"Do it slowly. Look him in the eye," Miss Kitty ordered.
Aramis did as she was told but she looked at the spot to the side of his face, not directly at him.
"Good girl, now feel for him," Miss Kitty coached.
Aramis swallowed again as she reached down and felt warm soft flesh in her hands.
"Don't just pull it out, play with it. Tease him," Miss Kitty went on.
Aramis felt like she was going to be sick. She couldn't help but look at Desert Dog who was back to grinning widely.
Suddenly she squeezed as hard as she could and Desert Dog let out a sharp /YELP!/
"Oops," Aramis whimpered.
"Easy now my dear it's not a toy … well it is … but you must play gently," Miss Kitty warned.
Aramis nodded and smirked to Desert Dog who tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes as if cautioning her to try something like that again.
"Now pull him out," Miss Kitty said.
Aramis winced and pulled forth the flaccid member.
"I assume you've given a blowjob before, right?" Miss Kitty asked.
Nope, that was it. She was done.
Aramis got up and shook her head.
"Really, I'll be fine! I'm just wasting your time," Aramis said sharply.
Miss Kitty crossed her arms and glared coldly at Aramis. Desert Dog sat up and tucked himself away.
"I don't think so. You can't produce any chemistry. You're not able to just let you mind go blank and play your role. Bodie's a handsome man … the men you'll be dealing with are bleating Brahmin compared to him and yet you can't convince me that you can satisfy anyone," Miss Kitty said scornfully.
Aramis couldn't help but feel like she failed.
Let your mind go blank huh? Easier said then done in this case you old bitch. If only Miss Kitty knew the full story here, Aramis thought.
"All right. I'm sorry. Let's try this one more time," Aramis asked.
Miss Kitty sighed and waved her hand in the air.
"Very well," she said and took a seat in the chair across the room.
Aramis looked back over to Desert Dog who was standing perfectly still. She shot him a look that tried to convey her, let's just try and get through this, thought.
She didn't crawl to him; she wouldn't give him that kind of satisfaction. Instead she walked to him and circled around behind but as she did she traced her finger along the waistband of his pants.
When she was behind him she looked to his neck and brought her mouth down on the delicate skin by his artery. She felt him tense as every muscle went rigid.
"Calm down," she whispered softly in his ear and she began to kiss the space between his ear and his neck. She felt him shudder and she knew she was making good progress.
She just needed to convince Miss Kitty that she could satisfy a man. That was it. Desert Dog was just a mere crutch in all this.
Both her hands reached around to his stomach and slid beneath his shirt. Slowly she felt for the bottom seam and lifted the fabric. Surprisingly he lifted his arms, allowing her to pull the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
She examined his bare skin with her eyes. There seemed to be a few more traces of green in his flesh but she thought little of it.
"That a girl!" Miss Kitty chimed in from the side.
One hand remained dug into the skin where Desert Dog's chest met his abdomen, exploring his sculpted body and feeling the long scar that carved through his flesh., her other hand slid below his waistband and felt for him. Much to her delight he began to feel stiffer in her hand. This was working!
"Try and feel for more than just his cock," Miss Kitty instructed.
Aramis delved a bit deeper in his boxers and felt his balls cup nicely in her hand.
He let out a groan when she squeezed them gently.
"There's a good dog," she whispered in his ear.
Her own breath began to quicken its pace. She kissed along the back of his neck and across his shoulders. She bit gently at his skin and tugged on his balls lightly and as she did he let a subtle moan escape his mouth. When she moved her hand back to his shaft she was delighted to feel him even harder.
Suddenly his head turned to face her and his eyes caught hers. Neither of them moved for that time or made any kind of snide gesture.
Miss Kitty rose from her chair and clapped.
"Finally we're making progress!" she chirped happily.
Aramis backed away and let her eyes fall to the floor.
"Now I need to touch on something you might not like child," Miss Kitty began. "Some times our customers can be a bit … well … rough with the girls. I hire men like Bodie to protect the girls but there needs to be a few strong ones who can handle a bit of the more rough play. I look at you and I think I see you're that type."
Aramis didn't like where this was going but she remained silent.
"Bodie's going to demonstrate a few things some customers may want and I want you to respond accordingly," Miss Kitty coached. "Go on Bodie."
Desert Dog turned on her and for a brief moment Aramis remembered the first time he took her. The things he made her do … it had been one of the worst moments in her life. It gave her nightmares and still brought goosebumps to her skin whenever she thought about it.
Suddenly he slapped her with the back of his hand. It made her head spin. She stumbled for a second before regaining her composure. Her face stung and she wanted to sooth it with her own hand but she remained poised, starring at him angrily.
She'd seen Desert Dog break a man's spine and pulverize many more. He had strength beyond that of any common man and she knew what kind of power he could put behind some of his blows. If he wanted to, and she suspected he did, he could put her down for quite some time.
His hand reached out and grabbed her by the throat, dragging her towards the bed and pushing her down. His face was cold and stern and Aramis wondered for a brief moment if he was truly in this moment. Both hands shot out and grabbed her by the hips and turned her over quickly.
Aramis let out the slightest of cries but quickly reined herself back in.
He pressed her face down into the sheets and she tried to squirm so she could get her face free to breath but he held her there and she felt his hand reach up her bare leg and a finger trace along the fabric of her panties where her opening was.
"Easy Bodie we don't want to break her," Miss Kitty warned. "Now my dear have you ever had anal before?" Miss Kitty asked sweetly.
Aramis ripped her head free and looked to Miss Kitty with a horrified expression.
"I'll take that as a no. All right well don't you worry, Bodie here will be gentle," Miss Kitty said.
Aramis' eyes flashed to Desert Dog. She was terrified but she couldn't say no. Miss Kitty was ready to kick her off this operation unless she could perform at a standard near the other girls but this … this was too much. Still, she couldn't say no.
Aramis whimpered and buried her face into the sheets. She just wanted this to be over.
That's when Desert Dog released her.
"I'm sorry Madame but I … I just can't seem to get into it right now," he said.
Aramis looked over her shoulder at him then to Miss Kitty. She was frowning.
"I don't think you've ever had that problem," Miss Kitty said as she sat back down in her chair. "Very well, let her see if she can remedy this issue."
Aramis sat up and looked to Miss Kitty.
"Think you can try this again?" Miss Kitty asked.
Aramis swallowed the lump in her throat and stood up so she faced Desert Dog, keeping her back to Miss Kitty.
"Thank you," she said without uttering a sound but just moved her lips for him to see. She knew he could sense her discomfort with the thought of having him in her ass for the first time. Though it was true he had been soft, she knew he could have tried.
He gave her the slightest of nods.
She moved in and began to kiss along his collarbone. He stood like a statue, letting her tongue glide along the line of his jaw.
Her hand slipped down beneath his waistband and felt for him again. He showed some signs of arousal but nothing anyone could really work with. She stood up slowly, kissing up his bare chest and along the spots of his scar until she was at his neck.
"What's wrong?" she whispered in his ear softly.
He looked her square in the eye and said,
"Bet you're thinking of your Legate right now."
Aramis felt as though he'd driven a hot knife into her stomach. That's what all this was about? Was he actually jealous? Her mouth fell open slightly in disbelief.
"It's all right. Just picture him right now and I'm sure you'll get through this," he added.
Aramis couldn't believe what he had said to her. Here he was, leader of the Speculatores. How many times had he boasted about his conquests to her regarding all facts of life especially women and now he was revealing that all he needed was her to want him, to show him actual affection … something no one had ever given him perhaps.
Aramis' eyes fell to the ground.
"Would it please you to know that him and I have stopped our relations?" she asked coldly.
"Is something wrong?" Miss Kitty's voice called out. "You're kind of just standing there. Progress my dear!" she said kindly.
Aramis' mind suddenly flashed to thoughts of Joshua and she felt conflicted. She couldn't help that she had come to possess something for Desert Dog she couldn't quite explain and it wasn't like Joshua was offering himself back to her any time soon.
Desert Dog's eyes fell away from her and she thought for a moment that maybe she did want him more then even she allowed herself to express before.
This felt more than complicated but carefully she brought her hand to his chin touched her lips to his and kissed him deeply. The moment their mouths met it was as if all inhibition was gone. Nothing was being suppressed any longer.
They both pulled away at the same time and stood facing each other for a moment, both of them panting slightly. There was a flicker of hesitation in his eye but then he came for her and his mouth found hers and they were locked in a deep kiss and suddenly they were devouring one another. Her fingers found his short dark hair and coiled into the strands.
She felt his hands grasp her ass, and lift her off the ground, pulling her legs up so she could wrap them around his waist and hold herself there.
He moved her to the bed and set her down quickly as he climbed on top.
She lay on her back staring up at him and found herself smiling at him with kind and wanting affection and he was smiling back at her.
He slid her lace shorts to the side and withdrew himself from his boxers. She looked down to the large penis in his hand, now fully erect and waiting to enter her. Aramis' attention turned back to his face as he pressed himself into the entrance of her opening. Aramis gave a slight nod and quickly he pushed in as if he couldn't wait a moment longer.
Her arms flung around his neck as he drove his penis deep inside her till she let out a small cry and closed her eyes firmly when she felt him go deeper then she thought she could handle.
When she opened her eyes she saw his expression had changed from kind to almost carnal. He'd been putting this off too long it seemed and now instinct had kicked in and he needed to make her, his.
With aggression and power he held her down into the bed by her shoulders and he plunged deep and hard inside her. The sex was rough but she was enjoying it. Aramis learned up and kissed his shoulder and bit lightly into his bicep, which just made him work his way inside her, harder and faster.
"I'm not going to last long," he said out loud to her. A bead of sweat fell from his brow and on to her chest.
"It's okay," she said as she found herself smiling up at him. She planted her feet onto the bed and bent her knees up and lifter herself to meet his thrusts. He was breathing fast, sucking in large gulps of air to feed his working body.
When she looked into his eyes they looked as though they were glowing green but maybe it was just the way the light reflected in them.
"I can't … I'm going to … " he began when she felt his entire body seize with one final push and his seed spill inside her. With two more deep but slow drives he emptied himself and rested his head on her sternum. She lifted her head up and kissed the top of his head, tasting his sweat.
When he had finally regained his strength he slid out from inside her and stood over the side of the bed. He put his pants back on and grinned over his shoulder at her.
"Now that's what I wanted to see!" Miss Kitty said, nearly cheering.
Until that moment Aramis had just about forgotten the old bird was even in the room.
"My God Bodie, I miss when you use to fuck me like that," she said suddenly as if her words were just that – words.
But to Aramis they had stung deep and the warm sensation she felt by finally allowing herself to have some kind of affection towards Desert Dog was immediately erased and replaced with humiliation.
She felt the fool for letting herself be steered by his attraction. It had blinded her to the true nature of the beast within. Had she just been a mere conquest to him like so many before her?
He seemed to catch on to her discomfort when she got up quickly and made her way to the door.
"Where are you going?" he asked suddenly.
"I need a shower," she said poignantly as she moved for the door. "Was that to your satisfaction?" Aramis asked as she looked back over to Miss Kitty, purposely avoiding Desert Dog's eyes.
"We'll see you tomorrow, child," Miss Kitty said with her usual kind smile which Aramis knew she used to conceal her forked tongue.
Aramis only nodded and left the room making sure to slam it ever so slightly to drive her point home.
"Asshole," she mumbled but only her ears caught the words.
For the remainder of the week Aramis trained with the other girls, and Miss Kitty. She didn't see Desert Dog again though she felt ashamed for allowing herself to wish she had. The man was still a foul creature but that didn't stop her from feeling drawn to him regardless of his extensive history.
The night of the party came quickly and Aramis stood in the main foyer watching the men and some women enter the Cat's Paw Brothel for the night's festivities.
As certain individuals entered, Miss Kitty, who stood at the greeting desk, gave the slightest of heads nods to indicate which people were known members of the NCR. Aramis took note of all their faces. When one man in particular entered Miss Kitty moved out from behind the desk and greeted him personally.
"Colonel Wade!" she beamed, joyfully. "So glad you could make it out this evening. I wasn't sure you'd have gotten my invite in time."
Colonel Wade was surprisingly handsome young officer. He reminded Aramis of Decanus Orion with his almond shape eyes, tanned skin and dark wavy hair that made the slave girls swoon. Aramis came to learn that people like Orion and Wade's ancestors came from a little island in the Pacific but that's really all she knew about that. Colonel Wade was perhaps no older than thirty-five or so, he was lean, tall and wore a casual outfit of dark grey slacks, leather shoes and a tan collared shirt. It appeared none of the NCR personnel came in uniform but they dressed better than the usual riffraff of New Reno.
"Wonderful to see you again," Wade said politely as he took the Madame's hand and kissed the back of it gently. "Is Tanya working tonight?"
"She in room six," Miss Kitty told the Colonel.
Wade gave her a grin then turned to Aramis.
"New face," he said warmly.
Aramis tried to muster a cute snicker but she couldn't bring out the sound and just smiled instead.
"This is Eyre, she's been here a couple weeks now. A real treat for a man with … a certain kind of taste," Miss Kitty informed him.
Aramis wasn't sure if Miss Kitty was paying her a compliment or an insult.
"I'm sure I'll see you later on tonight," Wade said with a wink and a smile before disappearing into the main lounge behind the red curtain behind Miss Kitty.
"Certain kind of taste?" Aramis asked when he'd gone.
"My dear, you look ravishing in that skimpy little outfit you have on but you also look as though you grew up on a farm wrestling Brahmin every day. Most men like their women to look vulnerable, meek and in need of their protection. You look as though you could be their protection … so yes, you'll probably entertain a certain customer type," Miss Kitty told her.
Once again, Aramis was unsure how to take the comment but she remained silent as more people entered the brothel.
She had chosen to be more daring with her outfit tonight. She wore a dark shiny blue bra that pushed up her small breasts given them the illusion of looking fuller and a pair of matching blue lace panties. Over top of that she wore a black netting dress that swept along her body, almost ticking her as she walked.
Yes, Miyla had helped pick the outfit but Aramis looked amazing in it, she thought.
Suddenly another man entered the room. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties and Miss Kitty greeted him as Mr. Bishop.
Aramis' spies had done their part in gaining as much information on Mr. Bishop over the years. At thirteen he had taken over as head of his family and kept up the Shark Club Casino. He was an intelligent man whose wife died during childbirth of their only child, a daughter who was around the age of six or so now. Mr. Bishop was of average looks with dark blonde hair and deep brown eyes. His chin had a small dimple in the center and his face was freshly shaven and clean. He wore a rather simple dark brown suit, in good shape yet fashioned like the ones in the pre war days.
It was known the man was well travelled and experienced in life by his many endeavors. Now one of those endeavors brought him to the Cat's Paw tonight and Aramis had a suspicious feeling she knew why. If there was someone working with the NCR, she suspected Mr. Bishop. Perhaps during his travels he had encountered the NCR and formed a relationship with them. His name still meant something in New Reno and being connected with him gave the NCR a slight chance and destabilizing the Legion's control.
Aramis knew she'd get more information by the end of the night if she just kept up her role.
Once all the guests had arrived Miss Kitty and Aramis entered the main lounge to find most of the girls already hard at work entertaining paying customers with dances, drinks and whatever suited their pleasure.
Nothing was too risqué for this crowd. Men and women were having sex in the wide open, on couches, against the wall, wherever they pleased. Those too shy were led off and taken to the many private rooms in the brothel.
Aramis saw Miyla sitting amongst a group of men, smiling and laughing at whatever they were whispering in her ear. One of the men was Colonel Wade.
When she saw Aramis walk in she smiled and waved her over but before Aramis could join them she felt a hand tap her on the shoulder. Aramis spun on her heel and came face to face with Desert Dog.
"I like the look but I much prefer you with nothing on," he whispered in her ear.
Aramis looked down, refusing to let him see her smirk then looked up at him once she had composed herself.
"If you don't mind I'm trying to work," she said callously.
"Oh I can see that. How many hand jobs have you given out this evening so far?" he asked with a rather teasing smile.
Aramis shot him a cold look and said,
"None, and I hope to keep it that way and simply charm information out with my adoring wit and alluringness."
"Ha! You have a better chance of getting Caesar to suck my cock then you do at charming anyone," he mocked.
Aramis' face screwed up in a scowl and she turned and strode across the room and took a seat beside Miyla.
Miyla introduced her to the men sitting around them and when she got to the Colonel, Aramis informed her they had already met.
"Nice to see you again, Eyre," the Colonel spoke in a charming tone.
"Always a pleasure," Aramis cooed back and she looked back to Desert Dog, who had perched himself at the side of the bar, and gave him a cool look which he did not return.
Suddenly a very slender, tall blonde came over and sat on the Colonel's lap and kissed him passionately. He accepted her embrace and smiled at her when she pulled away.
"Sorry to keep you waiting love," the blonde said as she stood up, holding the Colonel's hand.
Aramis assumed this was the wondrous Tanya. If she allowed the girl to take the Colonel away, she may miss her chance to get closer and gain valuable information.
"I was hoping we'd be able to share a drink," she said to the Colonel, sweetly.
"Perhaps later? My lady love calls and I must follow," he said with a wink as he stood up.
Fuck, Aramis thought. That had been the highest-ranking man in the room and she'd let him slip away with some brainless whore without even trying to provoke his interest.
Frustrated, Aramis stood up and walked to the bar. She didn't know much about alcohol but knew that enough of it would hopefully limber her tongue up a bit to play this role better. She allowed a man to buy her a drink, downed it quick and left him gabbing on about his plan to open a supply store in New Reno.
It was impossible to tell who was who and Aramis felt slightly unnerved after she'd let the Colonel slip away so easily. She decided to try her luck with a couple others and casually involved herself in a few conversations. She met a Ranger who was stationed in a nearby outpost but after learning he was the only one who manned it and spent most of his time masturbating she dismissed his knowledge as pointless.
Another had been a Trooper Sergeant who had been dragged here by a friend of his and was so clearly uncomfortable by the presence of all the activity going on that he could barely look Aramis in the eye when he talked to her. She had learned from him that he had come from a small fortification to the west in a place called Tahoe but none of what he discussed with her seemed to be of any use.
Discouraged with her lack of progress she returned to the bar and leaned against the thick wood, starring out at all the idle conversations and obscene behaviours.
Her eyes scanned the room for any sign of Mr. Bishop but he hadn't materialized since she saw him in the main entrance. Perhaps he'd gone off early with some whore and was trying to put off thoughts of his dead wife.
A few late arrivals had entered the room, one of which had broken off from his group and made his way right to the bar. Ignoring her he ordered a drink and took a seat, facing inwards, away from the sights to his back.
Aramis didn't know what made her want to strike up a conversation with this man in particular. He wore a simple black T-shirt and dark grey slacks and black boots. He was fit looking with a square jaw covered in stubble, narrow eyes and a heavy brow. He wasn't nearly as handsome as the Colonel but he wasn't unattractive either.
Aramis took a seat beside him and forced a smile before saying,
"Buy me a drink?"
The man didn't even look up at her when he replied,
"Don't you work here? Get it yourself."
Aramis just about fell backwards. She hadn't been expecting that at all.
"Is that how men treat ladies where your from?" she asked trying to salvage her dignity.
"Where I come from, ladies don't dress in skimpy clothing, hustling men to buy them drinks with the preconceived notion of sex so long as they're willing to pay. You're no lady," he bit back.
Aramis felt as though he'd just spit in her face with his words. She wished she had her torture tools with her right now. She'd knock him out, drag him into one of the rooms and show him what this lady did where she came from. Instead she slumped down and stared at the different bottles behind the bar.
"Sorry," she began. "I didn't mean to come of as brash. I'm not exactly good at this whole …"
"Spare me the innocent talk. I just came to keep an eye on things. I didn't come to shop around for merchandise," he barked as he sipped a short glass of some amber brown liquor.
That was all Aramis could stand of his banter. Suddenly she picked up his drink, splashed the contents in his face, turned the glass over and used the bottom to strike him in the nose from the direct front.
"Mother fuck!" he hollered and staggered back off his chair as blood poured down his face. No one had seen or heard the assault, the music had been too loud and everyone was preoccupied with other things. "You crazy cunt!"
"Insult me once more and I'll break this glass on your head next," Aramis snapped back as she stood up form her chair and walked away leaving him there to collect himself.
Aramis found Miyla shorty after and was thrilled to sit down with her and be introduced to Captain James McKnickle. Aramis couldn't have been more thankful to have Miyla there. The girl was everything these men adored, smart, attractive, charming and above all else, not smashing glasses in their faces. Miyla was making all the progress, not Aramis
Captain McKickle had been recently promoted and had been put in change of a task force to retake Fort Abandon, which he still called Aradesh. He described the encounter with the Legion as a travesty and how good men and women had been senselessly slaughtered.
McKicnkle seemed captivated by Miyla and Aramis knew they could use this to their advantage.
Miyla glanced over at Aramis who gave her the slightest of head nods.
"This crowd bores me. Care to join me in a more private place?" Miyla asked the Captain seductively.
The Captain was grinning ear to ear and rose off the couch as Miyla took him by the hand and led him off. She glanced back at Aramis and smirked before they disappeared out of the main party room.
Aramis refused to think Miyla was the only one putting in the effort. So far all Aramis had done was let a Colonel be led away by some tramp and break a man's nose. She decided at that moment to go and find the Colonel.
She left the main room and began walking down the U-shaped hallways with all the private rooms attached. She peeked through each door until alas she found Tanya and the Colonel. Without hesitation Aramis walked in and closed the door behind her.
Tanya and the Colonel still had all their clothes on and appeared to be doing nothing more than kissing and judging by the bottle rye beside the bed, having a few drinks.
"Honey, this room's occupied," Tanya said with a sultry tone.
"I can see that," Aramis said almost coldly as she turned on Tanya. "But there is a problem and that's that there is one occupant in here that needs to leave."
Tanya and the Colonel raised their brows and looked on as Aramis came towards them.
"Sweetie, the Colonel and I go way back. He comes here for me," Tanya said and Aramis detected a hint of threat in her voice.
"The way I see it, you're kind of used goods. I think it's time the Colonel try a new flavor," Aramis said back sweetly.
"Get out!" Tanya barked, her tone becoming venomous.
"Ladies, let's not argue. Maybe Eyre can join us?" Colonel Wade said with a wide grin.
"I don't do group jobs! You know that!" Tanya spat at him. "This slut needs to get the fuck out."
Suddenly Aramis reached out and grabbed the girl by the wrist and yanked her off the bed. Using the back of her hand she struck the girl across the side of her face and sent her reeling backwards till she hit the wall and crumpled to the floor.
"Whoa!" Wade said as he sat up but Aramis climbed on top of him and pushed him down onto the bed.
"I think you need some one who has a bit more fight in her," Aramis spoke coolly.
Tanya got to her feet and looked at Aramis with deep loathing but Aramis saw defeat. Tanya huffed, gave Aramis the finger and stormed out of the room no doubt to tell Miss Kitty what had happened. Fortunately Aramis knew Miss Kitty would calm the girl down and set her up with some one else.
"That was uh …. " the Colonel began when Aramis picked up the bottle of rye and took a long swig. The contents burned her throat but she forced it down and wiped away the spillage with the back of her hand.
"Come now Colonel, you don't take me for some one who is shy of a bit of confrontation. I don't like being told no and I certainly don't like being called a slut," Aramis said as she sat on the Colonel's pelvis.
"What's your rate?" Wade asked.
"For you? Let's say first one's a freebee. Consider it a trial run. After that I charge double what that one does," Aramis said gesturing with her thumb towards the door where Tanya had stormed out.
"That's not cheap," Wade uttered.
"My services are worth it." Aramis suggested. "Where are you from, Colonel?" Aramis asked to make idle chat as she took another swig from the bottle.
"Dayglow," Colonel Wade told her without hesitation.
"So why the NCR and how did a man as young as yourself become Colonel so quickly? Suck a lot of cock?" she teased.
Colonel Wade laughed as he took the bottle from her and took a swig himself.
"My family are all part of the NCR and have been since the very beginning. My father is a General back home and my mother work for the Followers. I think I'm probably the youngest Colonel but with my wrap sheet that's hardly surprising," he told her.
"See a lot of action?" she asked trying to sound more curious and admiring.
"That's putting it mildly."
"Then what brings you so far from home besides our little party here?"
"The slave army under the Tyrant who calls himself Caesar," Wade began and Aramis felt her heart skip a beat. She was getting somewhere. "It's time we bring a bit more fight to him and his pack of snarling hounds."
Aramis tried to appear scared and said,
"That army has us all terrified here. We here rumours that he takes young pretty girls and gives them to his men for all sorts of sick pleasure, is that true?"
"I wish it weren't but our spies and scouts report such things, but don't worry, I'll keep you safe," he cooed as he leaned up and started kissing her neck.
"Do you spy on them?" Aramis asked sweetly.
Wade laughed.
"No, do you?" he said jokingly then laughed. "I'm no good as espionage. I have a team for that."
"It all sounds so daring," she charmed.
"Enough about that now, I'd like to see what this free offer gets me," he said as he reached up the small over garment Aramis wore and reached behind her back, uncoupling her bra and spilling her small breatsts out for him to grasp in each hand.
Aramis narrowed her gaze slightly. She needed more information from him but to pry too much would surely arouse suspicion so she decided it was best to just give the man what he wanted then press for more after.
Suddenly the door burst open and Desert Dog stormed into the room. Wade just about jumped from the bed but Aramis' weight kept him down.
"What the fuck man!?" Wade called out when Desert Dog took Aramis by the upper arm and pulled her off the Colonel.
"Let her go!" Wade barked but Desert Dog turned on him and snarled, his immense stature was enough to intimidate any man to back down and that's exactly what the Colonel did.
"Apologies, Sir but this one and I need to have a chat. Tanya will be back shortly if you'd just wait here," he said and he dragged Aramis out who was kicking and shouting all things obscene to get him to release her.
When they were back in the hallway he released her and she flung herself back.
"What the hell is going on?!" she snapped, angered by his intrusion.
"Enough of this game!" Desert Dog barked right back but he kept his voice at a roaring whisper as he flung her bra back at her and Aramis clumsily put it back on.
"It's my job!" she hollered.
"Your job is to get information, not fuck the enemy!"
"If that's how I get information what does it matter?!" and that's when it dawned on Aramis that the only person it actually mattered to was him.
"Holy shit, you actually have a problem with me doing my job if it means fucking other men?" she accused.
Desert Dog looked abashed but he didn't deny her allegation.
"I'm trying to accomplish something here and I'd appreciate it if you just stayed out of my way!" she growled as she stormed off.
How dare he, she thought. He wasn't entitled to care about what she did especially when it involved her duty to Caesar. He was beyond infuriating and she refused to give him any more thought in her head. She needed a distraction.
It had been quite some time since she'd seen Miyla and decided she wanted an update on the information her friend had gotten. Aramis went back to the main room and looked around to see if Miyla was there.
Once again she went door to door of the private rooms to try and find Miyla. Lingering out in the hallway was the man whose nose she'd broken. He stood idly against a wall with some wadded up tissue in his nose to catch the leaking blood. When he saw Aramis he gave her a cold stare to which Aramis just smiled and continued to check rooms. She continued down the hallway but when she finally found the room Miyla was in, she knew something was very wrong.
Miyla had been tied face down on the bed and gagged. On the floor were various items including beer and liquor bottles and some rather large phallic objects. Miyla was cut and bleeding from wounds that looked as though they had been deliberately cut into her and her face was bruised and swollen. Blood also dripped down her bare thighs and stained the sheets beneath her in deep wet crimson.
When Miyla saw Aramis she made some sort of muffled cry of pain then looked back at the man sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, twisting a small knife around in his hands. Instinctively Aramis ran at the Captain but he'd ben quick and got up and out of the way just in time before Aramis could tackle him. He came at her with the knife but this time Aramis was quick to dodge.
"You sick, fuck!" Aramis shouted but the Captain was only smirking. Suddenly he picked up the chair and swung it at her face. Aramis as too slow to get out of the way that time and the chair broke over her head.
She crumpled to the ground and touched the back of her head feeling the wetness of blood. Before she could get to her feet he was on her and she just managed to grasp the hand with the knife before he could plunge it in her stomach. She twisted his wrist forcing him to drop the knife and it slid across the floor out of each for any of them.
She managed to get a firm punch to his face in but it hadn't been enough to knock him off and he came back with a large piece of the wooden chair and bashed her again, this time in the face.
Aramis couldn't recover quickly as the room spun and she felt dazed. Captain McKinckle picked her up and flung her on the bed next to Miyla. For a brief moment Aramis' eyes met Miyla's and she could see the look of sheer terror on the slave's face.
The Captain was back on top now, tearing off Aramis' clothes and fumbling with his own pants zipper.
That's when Aramis felt the man's body disappear off her as she felt lighter and a rush of cool air. Captain McKickle was thrown across the room by some unknown force and Aramis was able to sit up and see what was going on.
To her surprise the man with the broken nose stood over her, reaching for a pair of handcuffs then wrenched the Captain's arms back and secured him.
"You all right?" the man asked as Aramis began to untie Miyla.
"I think so," Aramis got out and once she had freed Miyla the girl rose up like a snake, jumped off the bed and ran at the Captain. Before anyone could stop her she kicked him so hard in the face that he crumpled to the ground unconscious, blood pouring from his nose.
Aramis grabbed her and pulled her back.
"I'll fucking kill him!" Miyla shouted as she tried to yank free from Aramis' grasp.
"Relax, I've got him now," the man said as he came between Miyla and her prey.
"How did you know?" Aramis inquired with a raised brow.
"I'd been looking for him and when I heard the crash and what I interpreted as a struggle and not some sick sex act I decided to investigate." He said plainly.
"Seems too coincidental," Aramis accused.
The man raised a brow like he was weary of her questions. Dumb whores didn't ask such questions, she knew, but he humoured her.
"My name is Art Enigma, I'm and intelligence officer for the NCR. There have been disturbing reports from the bases that an NCR officer had been assaulting female NCR troopers, even murdering them. The MPs were baffled so I was called in to investigate. When I heard about this event I knew the twisted prick would show and now here he is," the man said.
Aramis couldn't believe what she was hearing. Screw the Colonel! The man whom she'd hit with the glass had been an intelligence officer, like her! If there was some one worth getting to know, it was him.
"I guess I owe you a thank you," Aramis said sourly.
"And an apology for my nose," Enigma affirmed, his voice just as cold as hers.
"You were rude."
"You're a whore."
Aramis lunged for him but this time it was Miyla who kept her back.
"Take it easy," Miyla instructed as she looked down to the Captain. "What will happen to him?"
"I suspect a firing squad," Enigma said indifferently.
"Fine by me," Miyla muttered.
"I'd appreciate you cooperating in giving a witness statement," Enigma asked.
"Of course," Miyla offered.
"Just leave him here and we can deal with him without the need for reports," Aramis suggested.
"He'll answer for his crimes by those who carry out justice fairly, not by two enraged prostitutes," Enigma spoke casually.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Aramis ordered as she took a step towards him. This man was pissing her off with his lack of sensitivity. Who knows what Miyla went through yet he kept insulting them nonetheless?
"Relax. Don't get your panties in a wad," he mocked.
"I guess I didn't hit your hard enough!" Aramis snapped as she raised her fist to strike but Miyla caught her arm.
"Don't!" Miyla begged. She looked to Enigma and smiled warmly. "Thank you for rescuing us. Just let me know what you need from us. We'll assist in any way we can."
"At least some one has manners, for a whore," he said.
Miyla acted as if the comment hadn't bothered her though Aramis was certain it had.
"I'll secure him in here, you," Enigma said looking to Aramis. "Go fetch the Madame."
Aramis hated being ordered like a dog to go fetch but she didn't protest and a few seconds later she was leading Miss Kitty into the room.
Miss Kitty shrieked at the sight of Miyla and unconscious Captain.
"Good heavens child! Are you all right?" she asked looking over Miyla carefully.
"I'll be fine," Miyla said.
"I'll detain this man here. Please have two of your security staff posted one inside, the other out. I have paper work to do. May I use your office?" Enigma asked.
"Yes, of course," Miss Kitty offered. "Why don't you come with me," she added looking to Miya. "We should get you looked at."
"I need a statement from her," Enigma said callously.
"All right," Miss Kitty replied.
Captain McKickle was handcuffed to the bedpost while Aramis followed the group out. Miss Kitty put two men in the position Enigma suggested. Aramis recognized the men as Speculatores but they didn't recognize her. That was good.
"I'll get back to work," Aramis said when the group of them were in the front foyer.
Her eyes flashed to Miyla and the slave gave her a slight head nod. Aramis knew the girl was tough and she understood Aramis still had a job to do.
"Are you sure? You look as though you took a hit yourself," Miss Kitty said.
"I'm fine. I'll get cleaned up and head back out," was all Aramis said as she turned away and went to a private room just for the girls. She was pleased to find she was the only one in there. She cleaned the blood out of her hair and did her best to cover up the bruised skin on her face where the Captain had struck her in the face with the broken chair.
It wasn't a bad cover up job but she certainly looked as though she'd been in a fight tonight when she left the room and headed back to the main bar area. No one took notice of her when she entered the room and looked around. The party was still in full swing with a group of girls entertaining a few guests with lap dances in the corner, another man was receiving a blowjob while he sipped his drink and engaged a few colleagues in idle chitchat and a female guest was being stripped down and every part of her touched by several other girls while a couple men watched.
Aramis felt off her game when she went back to the bar and pointed to a bottle of something she didn't know and the bartender gave her a short glass with the clear white contents. She sipped the drink and grimaced immediately. It tasted horrid but she finished it and asked for another.
"Somebody said to give you this," the bartender said as he handed her a small piece of paper as well.
Aramis took the note and opened it and read,
Meet me in the cellar
-Wade