A Night Off Mission


The night was silent and tranquil, almost as quiet as the two women sitting alone together in the otherwise derelict bar within the Continental Hotel. The slightly older woman in all black, roll-neck, fur coat, tight leggings, and leather boots, sipped in her fine glass, leaning forward with elbows on the table. The other, slightly younger by three years, in a dark grey shirt, tie, and trousers, as well as a maroon blazer jacket suit, slouched back with a half-pint in hand.

"So Ares, you can't speak, or you can't hear?" the older, long ebony-haired woman questioned.

The other girl, identified as 'Ares', didn't respond right away, looking down for a bit before taking a sip of her own drink and setting it down.

"Long story, Ms Perkins," the younger woman used simple hand signals, which the other woman quickly interpreted and figured out.

"Fair enough," Ms Perkins nodded at the sign language. "Besides, as they say, it pays to be the strong, silent type."

Both ladies smirked at each other in agreement. Perkins stared intently at Ares, especially the short androgynous haircut and those crimson lips. Her heart and mind were racing just from looking at this boyish Aussie girl.

"You ever been into women before?" Perkins questioned.

Smart enough to know what Perkins might be up to, Ares smiled at this and gently nodded. "I dated a few."

Perkins' suspicions were seemingly confirmed by this.

"And how did any of them turn out?"

"I wouldn't be here if at least one of them turned out well."

"Maybe this one will," Perkins teased, winking at Ares then taking a shot of the last contents of her own glass.

Ares saw fit to wink back and finish up her own pint as well. "It already is. You into girls too?"

"I swing both ways," Perkins quickly answered. "And now I swing your way."

Perkins stood up from her armchair, she lured up Ares to do the same as well, and she did. Coming together like magnets, Perkins wrapped her hands around Ares' smooth neck and jawline and brought her in for a kiss. Taking this all in, Ares immediately returned the favour and clutched her hands onto Perkins' tight buttocks, inhaling and exhaling in between each deep kiss.

As Perkins took off her fur coat and neatly set it aside, Ares stripped off her blazer, loosened up her tie, and uncaringly chucked them both to the carpet floor before laying herself down on a nearby table, looking up at her new lover.

"Come and take me as yours," Ares signalled, lingering Perkins forth.

Taking full delight already, Perkins kneeled over Ares and went down to lock their lips some more. Heat was already developing between the two women, so Perkins assisted in unbuttoning her lover's shirt all the way, pulling it out from under her tight trousers and gradually unveiling a black sports bra, a few tattoos, and some noticeable six-pack abs.

"You work out?" Perkins asked as she slowly ran her fingers over the abs, seemingly impressed.

Ares didn't even feel a need to answer, especially considering the almost compromised position they were in. All she could do at best was do another nod. Of course she would have to work out in order to keep up in shape, especially in an occupation like hers.

"Wanna see mine?" Perkins offered, to which Ares nodded again.

Perkins lifted herself free of her roll-neck jumper, revealing her own bra, subtle abs and even a faded scar or two. Gazing at such a beautiful sight, Ares slipped off her shirt and stroked at the bared torso, appreciating such a sight. In turn, Perkins placed both her own hands on Ares' small and humble breasts, concealed by her sports bra, rubbing, squeezing, and playing with them.

With her left hand, Perkins took one of Ares' right and interlocked their fingers before looking right down beneath her, where Ares' trousers ran up to her waist. She then eyed up to Ares, smiling in consent and her chest rising and falling with every breath. She was ready for this, they both were.

With her right hand, Perkins unbuttoned and unzipped Ares' trousers, and dipped her right hand in, quickly detecting what she'd be digging for, already leaking a hint of wetness. Feeling Perkins' fingers that dangerously close, Ares sharply inhaled through her teeth, holding it in as much as she could.

Perkins slipped in two of her fingers, sending an electrical surge up through Ares' nimble body and causing her to flinch ever so slightly. She then slowly pulled back by an inch or two, and into Ares' sex again.

"You want this so bad, do you?" Perkins teased some more. "You wanna come, don't you?"

Ares quickly nodded again with shuddered teeth and fluttering eyes. Perkins' fingers pumped in and out, back and forth, harder and faster. Ares' throbbing folds constructed in reaction to Perkins' hooking fingers. Each and every orchestrated movement drove Ares nuts, close to the edge, and not just the edge of the table she was lying on.

Perkins reached down again to snog Ares once more, more sloppy and more savage before Ares' tongue submitted to the will of Perkins' own. They bit down hard on each other's lips; any further and they would've bled, but even if they did, neither girl would care even half a bit. To them, pain and pleasure were one and same.

A few wheezes escaped Ares' lips, her muscles tensed up and her body stiffened, so did Perkins' own muscles, to the point of aching. Ares bucked her hips hard against Perkins' thrusting fingers as her eyes nearly rolled up before closing widely shut.

Struck by complete and utter ecstasy, Ares finally came and released onto Perkins' hand, a cold stickiness spread through Ares' briefs and trousers. Ares, usually a strong, stern, active, and deadly assassin, was now a weakened, dazed, submissive, and ravaged girl at the hands and mercy of this true professional before her.

Getting her fill, Perkins eventually slowed down her pace in what seemed like an eternal drift before slipping free her fingers, drenched in clear grease. Taking a few seconds to admire such a sight, Perkins then licked and guzzled up the tasty substance.

"Tastes better than beer," Perkins complimented, just as the stars soon cleared from Ares' eyes. "We should do this more often, lover girl."

"Forever, Ms Perkins," Ares managed to sign with limp arms.

"Indeed, Ms Ares Perkins," Perkins declared before capturing her girl into another luring kiss.


The End...?