Part Two: The Bitch in the Red Dress

A heartless choice.

The soul divides.

There is no one without the other.

Seattle, Washington -2008

The curling smoke obscured the blue eyes that held hers across the table. The buxom blonde in her pencil skirt and silky blue camisole crossed and recrossed her legs as her red, red lips turned up in a smile. Her heavy breasts were topped by cleavage that kept drawing the eyes of the men in the bar around them.

Sonja Nadahn was beautiful in the way Marilyn Monroe had been once. She was pin-up girl pretty with big bowed lips and high cheekbones under piles of blonde curls. The stappy sandals on her delicate feet with the deconstructed business suit she mostly wore were Blahnik and a gorgeous satin cerulean.

The jacket for the suit was dangling on the chair behind her in a bar that reminded Ada of Cheers. It was dated, circulating in the eighties style of bold Tiffany lamps and long red felt pool tables. The crowd was mostly young twenties and mixed with urban professionals in their end of the day attire.

Ada wore an oriental style dress in white graced with peacocks done with a skillful hand and lotus flowers in her signature color. The black piping was curled around the keyhole opening at the high collar. The snug-fitting design left no room for the outline of the wrong lingerie and so she wore a tasteful g-sting, slinky thigh highs, and a silk bra in beautiful ivory and red beneath.

Sonja was swirling a long-nailed finger in her glass as she watched the other woman. "You just want me to...what? Give you access to my files? Allow you to look into my research and discover the link between the work of Dr. Chenkov and the movements of Albert Wesker?"

Ada smiled, her lips curling in the smoky air, "Hmm...not Albert, not exactly...the other Wesker. The one we thought was dead. Spencer would have told you about her. The woman. The one with the illness."

Sonja nodded, lifting her finger to her mouth to lick it clean. Ada arched a brow as the other woman wondered, "And what will you offer me? I can't you have anything worth trading."

Ada pursed her lips, "I think we can work something out. I have a great many talents that I use with pleasure for my...friends."

A cosmopolitan arrived in the hands of a handsome waiter who smiled, winked, and told them, "From the man at the bar."

Ada turned her attention as Sonja made a hmmm sound, "Handsome. I wonder how he'd feel about being invited to our friendly meeting."

He was handsome, Ada would agree with that without question, he was also a slippery little shit about finding her. How? She'd been under the radar for quite some time since he'd cuckolded her in Scotland.

The pretty nearly sky blue of the shirt he wore looked nice with the steely gray vest and slacks. The boy was a man, it would seem, and gestured to her with his amber glass of whiskey in a salute.

Amused, Ada returned. "Hmmm...is he your type then?"

Sonja swirled her finger in the glass again, eyes bright, "Entirely. Are we friends now, Ms. Wong?"

Ada gave her a sultry smile as she rose, "We will be before the night is over..but my friends call me Ada." She leaned over until their noses brushed and almost purred, "Shall I see about adding your suitor there to our party?"

Sonja shrugged a delicate shoulder and glanced at Ada's mouth, "...perhaps threes a crowd?"

Ada felt her teeth flash, "Hmm...the more the merrier?"

The silence was tense with excitement for the blonde until she finally bobbed her head, "...I'll watch from here."

Ada turned on her ice pick heels and crossed the dimly lit bar. She felt her smile lift into a Cheshire Cat grin as Leon rolled around on the stool and she slipped right up against him as he parted his legs to let her. Her hand caught his tie, her other took his drink from his waiting fingers, and she sipped it while he watched her. Without a word, Ada pressed her mouth to his, waited, and shared the spicy liquid between them when he opened his mouth.

A show - for her target at the table - but not entirely. A tease for the man who'd left her fuming with nothing but a throbbing clit and a bandaged arm. As his tongue swept into her mouth, Ada felt his hand slide down her back, curve over her ass, and tug. She was pressed against him close enough that she knew he was happy she was there.

As they separated, breathing heavily, she murmured against his mouth, "...you clever thing...you knew she was a lesbian. You knew I was her type. You set me up to let me play with her and get what you wanted?"

His eyes were bluer than a winter sky but warmer than a sultry summer one as he simply curved his mouth up in a smirk. Impressed, Ada looped his tie around her fist and licked his mouth, adding, "Play along and we both win."

His hand hooked at her ass, curled in enough to make it possessive, and tugged her tighter to him. It was aggressive enough it made her gasp and her nipples press against his chest. They eyed each other in amused arousal until he finally spoke into her mouth, "...deal."

They kissed again, slick and hungry. Nobody took their eyes off the other until Ada caught his bottom lip with her teeth, tugged it gently, and peeled herself away from the front of his body. "Follow. Behave."

She took his hand, turned, and hold it over her shoulder as she led him toward the other woman. Sonja, impressive breasts bouncing, rose from the chair and paid the check with a dump of bills on the table. They didn't speak as they followed her from the bar and joined her in the back of her town car.

The second the door was closed, she hiked up her skirt, bared her perfect thighs and the edge of lacy black panties, and slid right over Leon's waiting lap.

Ada, amused, leaned back in the seat across from them in the dark murky light of the passing cars beyond the tinted windows and watched the one blonde attempt to devour the other. He was good, she'd give him that, he played the game in a way she hadn't expected. He tucked his hands under Sonja's skirt and palmed her ass, he rolled her hips atop him and made her moan and tremble. He didn't have to fake that. He was just that good at what he was doing.

Ada enjoyed the show of it. She crossed her legs and lit one of the cigarettes she found on the minibar in the long cab, watching them paw and play in the twilight interior. Sonja went for his tie and spread open his vest. She pawed his chest over the pretty shirt he wore.

As she moved her mouth to suck at his neck, his gaze went right over her shoulder and latched onto Ada where she watched them like a beautiful voyeur in a sultry story. His hands shifted enough around the thighs of the woman licking all over his neck that his fingers could slide in between and skim the heat of her over those black panties. She moaned, he jerked her into a dry hump that made the woman atop him quiver, and Ada felt her lips lift in a wry half-smile.

Did he think to make her jealous?

She studied him as he avoided the kiss of the other woman skillfully, tilting her head back instead to kiss down her neck. His eyes never left Ada where she perched and watched them.

Did he think to make her excited?

She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth. It was a curious thing that she was a little of both. When she winked at him and blew a curl of smoke into the air, Leon buried his face against the bounty of all that natural beauty that was Sonja's breasts and made her writhe.

He was better than she'd thought. Ada tuned her ears as his fingers dipped further under that skirt. The blonde atop him made a small high pitched cry. She rolled her hips and whimpered, his right hand tucked completely and the soft seduction of the car was split with Sonja's whine of release.

He'd gotten the woman to cum atop him with a finger fucking and teeth against her tits. It wasn't surprising. He'd done the same to her in Scotland. He was a man who understood his body and the body of a woman. He'd spent enough time between the thighs of the softer sex to anticipate their needs.

He might be a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes, but he was good in bed. There was no denying the simple joys of the flesh when the game became something that needed it. As Sonja collapsed around him, Leon watched Ada over her shoulder.

Ada saluted him with her glass of champagne and had his teeth flashing in a grin.

How long could they play this game without someone becoming the victor?

She was fairly sure they were about to find out.

Sonja was sound asleep on her belly beneath a swirl of white silk sheets. The sedative Ada had put into her vodka had finally kicked in. The woman was a wanton creature of the first water.

Pleasing her had taken some amount of effort before she'd finally taken a drink. It wasn't that Ada minded letting a woman between her thighs. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last.

Sonja had been eager enough to eat her out and let Leon watch them. She'd been a vigorous lover so there was no complaint there and Ada had certainly been happy enough to lie on the expensive sheets and watch Leon watch her as she done in the car. He'd been a good cuck, showing enthusiasm and interest when Sonja would roll Ada to her belly and lift her ass to go at her from behind.

Lips and teeth, tender or passionate, the blonde woman might be a traitor to her own people but she was a determined lover. On all fours, Ada had submitted to the mouth and the hands-on her hips and the tongue inside her. It had once been her ticket out of the slums that had started her journey to the woman she'd become.

Ada Wong was not the girl she'd been in those filthy rooms. Ada Wong was no one's whore. What she did now, she did of her own volition. She did it with full knowledge of what came after it was over. She allowed the pleasure of it to mix with the joy of knowing that on the computer in the office across the hall was all the information she'd need on the missing Wesker.

As she rose from the bed, Leon emerged from the office. The low lights from the bathroom across the room cast her body in shadow and yellow light. She wore those thigh highs and the garter. Sonja had taken the panties but demanded she leave the rest.

He wondered if he'd ever really forget the sight of one beautiful woman between the frame of Ada's satin clad legs. Sometimes, the game they played was a double-edged sword. He'd felt both searing desire and crippling jealousy sitting in that chair.

He wasn't sure which one pissed him off more.

Ada cast a look over her shoulder at him, "She's out. She'll be down until long after dawn. She'll wake up knowing she had the best night of her life. What did you find?"

He held up two memory sticks and poked one in his pocket. The other he held out to her. She cocked her head as she turned toward him. Her belly was sleekly muscled and her breasts high and proud. Part of him hated her, part of him craved her like a drink after a long day.

She waited and finally asked, voice ripe with amusement, "You want me to come fetch?"

Out until morning. The woman who'd had so much information on that computer of hers that he'd uploaded most of it to a secure server at Langley before he'd spoofed the rest to the drives he'd made for himself and Ada. He gave USSTRATCOM what they needed to shut down Nadahn. He'd taken the information she had on Wesker Ada had wanted and cloned it to both his drive and hers.

So, it would seem, they'd be in a race against each other for who could find the woman first.

Once the sun came up, they'd be on opposite sides of the line again that seemed blurred and broken in the dark bedroom. The bar, the car, the high rise apartment where she'd watched him while another woman pleasured her. The look on her face while he'd made that big breasted bitch atop him tighten around his fingers and moan like a whore...he didn't know who he was when Ada was near him.

He just knew it was the only time he ever forgot about the line between right and wrong. He didn't just cross it when she was near him, he obliterated it and bathed in the joy of being bad. Damn her. The hold she had on him was easily severed.

All he had to do was just pull the gun from his holster and finish her off. His hand shifted to it. Her eyes widened as her lips lifted. "...really?"

Gruffly, he told her, "...I should turn you over, Ada. Give me a reason not to."

He watched the challenge of it flicker over her face. Her nipples were peaked above that shadowed belly of hers. She didn't demurely cover herself. She didn't bother. Somehow? Even mostly naked in nothing but that garter and hose and heels, she was still a lady.

The thrill of her words made them both aware of where they stood, "We both knew if you'd wanted that, you'd have done it in Raccoon City. So, what do you want, Leon? You've got what you wanted out of me, you have what you came for...why are you still here? Go back to your master."

"...and you'll go back to yours?"

The shiver of anger was fast and gone; a shadow of a feeling. "I don't answer to anyone. One of these days, you're gonna figure that out. You could have fucked Nadahn yourself, we both know that. You played me like a fiddle to get me to do it for you...why?"

His response made her teeth flash in an answering laugh, "Why not? Games are fun."

"Aren't they? Wanna play another one?"

No. He should turn her over to the people in the right places to put her in a prison cell somewhere. He knew it. He knew she'd play games with his goddamn corpse if he didn't.

But his mouth said, "...why the hell not?"

She put a handout and her fingers passed over the drive that he held aloft to her. His left palm caught her wrist and tugged. She tumbled against him, the drive bumped soundlessly in the carpet on the floor, and her nails curled up his back.

Leon fisted her hair, his fingers curling along the back of her skull as his right hand slid over her ass to bring her into him. She opened to his tongue. She allowed it. Her breasts pressed into his chest as the kiss went on and on and on with delving tongues and diving heads and desperate breaths.

Desperate hands scooped down the backs of her thighs and lifted. She came up, bouncing, as her legs looped around his waist. He angled her against the wall as Ada's grasping digits went down, down, down and jerked at his fly. His mouth ate along her jaw and down across her collarbone. He sucked one of her breasts into his mouth as she thrust a hand iside his pants to pull him from his boxers.

Stupid.

He was on a mission. He had a communicator in his ear muted from his handler. Ingrid Hunnigan was patiently waiting for a status update. He had what he'd come for. He'd played the game and gotten the intel. His job here was done.

The target for the takedown was sleeping eight feet away in a drug-induced slumber. This was probably the dumbest thing he'd ever done. He should cuff the woman in his arms and take her in.

But it was her that took him in.

The slick eager walls of her cunt constricted the second his hips surged and buried his dick in her. Ada made a sound like a cat purring and her blood-red nails cupped around his jaw to turn his face from her throat to her mouth. They kissed, open-eyed and wet. His hips drew back and claimed her again so hard it made her back slap against the wall as her body accepted him. He watched her eyes flare and her mouth open in surrender.

His mind said - she's faking. His body said - who gives a shit?

He didn't.

He was helpless against it. He was done fighting it. He just let her hold his goddamn face and force him to look at her as he pulled back to the tip and tried to break her pelvis when he shoved back in. She liked it. The harder, the better; the faster, the tighter she became around him. His hands bracketed beside her head in a push-up, his hips pistoned into her while her legs clenched around his sides and the damning drench of her pussy simply stole the last of his resolve.

Angry, desperate, he growled, "...fuck it."

Her laughter was high and musical. She gripped his jaw and curled her index fingers over the rapidly pounding pulse just below the delicate curve where it met his ear and her thumbs against his Adam's apple. His hips punished them both. He fucked her so hard that the sounds she made were animal in nature.

The moment she jerked on his hair to kiss him, he threw her onto the bed on her back. Sonja stirred and murmured above her. Ada bounced and came down as he grabbed her hands in one of his, slapped them over her head, and tried to fuck her through the bed beneath her. Those silk-clad thighs opened wide, her left heel cut a jagged path over the expensive sheets, and her groin shoved up against his to urge him on.

Leon's free hand latched at her throat to squeeze. She gasped, she bowed, she commanded, "Now!"

His hand seized hard at her delicate neck, she let out a gasp of something like fear, and he pinned her goddamn arms to the bed, her back and ass to him, and soaked the sucking center of her hungry cunt with the most painful orgasm of his life. His hand lifted her by the throat to slam her into the mattress with it. He grunted and he groaned, he cursed and his balls tightened until he was half-convinced he'd feel his own cum spill around the thrusting length of his squirting cock as he claimed her.

Ada couldn't make a sound as her face pinked with his assault. His hand let go and she drew in a sharp, high, desperate breath as Leon released her hands, grabbed her hips, and tilted her against him to fuck her through his release. Ada's hands scrambled, they grabbed his tie one and slapped his face with the other. When she mewled, he ground into her body so hard it had to hurt her.

His voice dragged as Sonja snored a foot from Ada's bouncing breasts, "Go, goddamn you! Go!"

Jesus.

Her body reacted. It liked him angry and hard and hurting her. She gasped, she clutched madly at him and milked his plowing member with her panicked pleasure. Ada slid a hand down her belly, twisted her fingers twice against her clit, and cursed him, "...bastard!"

Leon hammered her while she came. Hard. She came so rough it squeezed him like a fist made of sticky, spongey, weeping steel.

She resisted it, his left hand caught her face to turn it away from him, and he pulled out and shoved into her again until he was finally, finally, finally finished.

Sonja murmured in her sleep. Leon grabbed Ada's face and kissed her. Sweaty, slick and panting, they both engaged in a battle of tongues that made her whimper. When he let her go, she flopped back on the bed.

He thrust once more into her sopping signs of surrender and made her slap his face again.

Leon grunted and pushed up from her body. It released him with a regretful sucking sound. Her belly contracted and her body clenched at the rough goodbye. Before he reached to button himself back up, his hand lowered and smeared the evidence of his victory over her all-around perfectly used mound. Her smile was wolfish as he curled his fingers tucked his cum into her body like he'd brand her.

Her eyes were bright, "...was it good for you?"

Her voice was breathy.

Angry, he returned, "I've had better."

Oh.

Oh oh oh.

Her amusement was rich and loud. She snapped her thighs around his hand that was playing in her folds and slipping against their mated juices. "...liar."

Leon's other hand grabbed the back of her neck. He jerked her up to his mouth and Ada turned her head to force his lips down the side of her neck instead. Annoyed, he told her, "...I made you mine."

She laughed, delighted, "No. You fool. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm not your wife. I'm no man's possession. A fuck is a fuck is a fuck is a fuck. The woman behind me? She fucked me too. Or did you forget?"

Ada watched the thunder of frustration as he let go of her. She curled on her side like a cat, watching him zip up his pants. She liked him so unpredictable. It made him even more interesting than she'd ever expected.

Her chin propped on her hand as she observed him tossing his hair back with such a scowl it made her mouth lift in a smile, "...don't be angry, Leon. It's so terribly trite. Do you love me?"

He froze. He gave her a killer glare and she laughed, softly, "Do you? You don't even know me. I'm not yours. You're not mine...unless you want to be." She purred it now, crawling on all fours to the edge of the bed to give him a sultry look, "If you're mine, stay. Stay here and serve me. I promise I'll use you...so much better than those fools who own you."

He picked up the drive from the floor and fisted it, giving her a look that should have vaporized her on the spot. Ada felt her mouth turn into a grin, "...you're angry with me...it suits you. Maybe you should ask yourself why. Is it me you're angry with...or you?"

The flash drive in his hand plopped on the bed beside her left hand. Ada stayed on all fours, taunting him, tempting him while the woman they'd screwed together slept peacefully behind her.

He didn't know who he was anymore when she was around him.

He was starting to wonder if he'd ever again be the boy in Raccoon City who'd just wanted to save the world.

Ada crooked a finger at him, her breasts shadowed and beautiful and begging for his hands and mouth to taste her again. She let him see just enough of her delicious ass to notice the wet trail of his seed sliding down her toned thighs toward those torturing stalkings. And she purred, "Stay...and I'll make you mine."

He shook his head. He backed up two steps and she laughed playfully, calling, "...hmm...coward."

With some kind of guilt, he turned toward the light beyond the door of that den of desire where he'd finally laid claim to the thing he wanted. He'd wanted to purge her from him, to free himself of her power over him by taking her and leaving her dripping with him, but even there she'd defeated him.

Because all he wanted to do was see how good it would feel to be hers.

And he hated them both for it.