Tanya Sealy loved the color green.

Green was a solid color, the most common in the world, a rejuvenating depiction of rebirth, abundance, wealth and progress. Many believed it to be a calming but powerful color. Because of that, Tanya wore an emerald green mini dress every single time she answered a call. Preparing, she ran her hands down the tight material to smooth out any last-minute creases. Green was her color, definitely. She shook her long, dark hair so that it fell sexily over her tan, freshly moisturized shoulders and smiled brightly as she inserted a keycard into the lock of hotel room number 206.

Her client was standing by a desk near a curtained window, pouring bourbon into two crystal glasses. He wore black slacks and a white untucked dress shirt. The top three buttons were unfasted, revealing a disturbingly hairy chest. A 9mm sat by the bourbon bottle, safety off.

"Hey there," she beamed, revealing a warm, trusting smile.

"Hey yourself," he said huskily, handing her a drink as she came up to him. "You're prettier than the last one."

She giggled. "Flattery will only get you so far."

"Feisty." He wrapped his thin lips around the rim of his glass to take a small sip of bourbon. "I like it."

"My momma always told me a man loves a girl with an attitude." She took a swig of her drink too. Aaahh. The burn was nice. "Is that true?"

"Depends on who you ask. I, for one," he grabbed her drink, put it down with his, and closed the gap between them, "find it sexy."

His breath, fresh with the smell of bourbon and spearmint gum, was hot on her face. Smiling big, she wrapped her arms around his thick neck. "Well…" she put her lips to his ear and sexily whispered, "What are you waiting for?"

The kiss was wet and sloppy (as they usually were), but Tanya didn't mind. She got a staggering high from it…not the kiss, persay…and definitely not the sex…but the power. She was in complete control, could get him unbelievably hard—to the point he was going to burst—and then just walk away, leaving him with blue balls and no money….but she had other plans for this one.

Breaking their lip lock, Tanya giggled. "I like you," she said, and then she pushed him down onto the king-size bed. Standing over him, she kicked off her high heels and shimmied out of her emerald dress.

Like a lioness prowling through tall weeds, she climbed atop him slowly.

"Damn," he moaned, when she took him in her soft hand and began to stroke.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the ecstasy of her touch. Hah, she laughed to herself. Too easy.

"Let's have some fun," she whispered, releasing his manhood.

She sat with her knees on either side of his lower adnominal, ass right at the tip of his junk. Like a desperate schoolboy, he reached up to play with her big, round tits, flicking his thumbs back and forth across her hard nipples.

"We are having fun," he crooned.

"A different kind of fun…"

She smiled wickedly. "Don't worry…this won't hurt…much"

Suddenly, a dark green mist began to permeate from her skin, swathing all around them like fog on a lake. The man began to squirm uncomfortably beneath her. "Ughh!" he screamed, an odd, trance-like haze yellowing his shocked eyes. "No! What are you doing!? Don't do that. Ah! Ah!"

A vicious look of utter enjoyment twinkled in Tanya's green eyes as she watched the man squirm beneath her, gulping in the green mist with every frightened squeal. He would have no control of his limbs at this point. No control over anything.

"Stop! Please! Stop!"

In reality, he was lying in the hotel bed with a limp dick and a stupid look on his face, but in his mind, in his mind he was bloody. In his mind, she was cutting him open with a sharp knife, a gun to his head.

She climbed off him. "Oh, I'll stop…if you tell me what I want to know."

He stayed glued to the bed, paralyzed, dazed, deep under the impression he was being tortured.

She slipped back into her favorite emerald green dress and went to the table by the window. Bourbon. Not her favorite, but good enough for a buzz. "Smooth," said Tanya after gulping down the rest of the glass her client so generously poured earlier.

"Ahhhh!" His screams were getting louder; she'd be gone by the time someone came for help. "I'll tell you…I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

.Time.

"Tell me…where can I find Bakuto?"

Danny was being tensely hesitant.

"Just tell me what you've done," Colleen urged. "Whatever it is…I can handle it."

They had been sitting on the edge of the couch for a while now, Colleen trying to get his secrets out, Danny unstable in his choice to come clean.

"I just don't want you to see me different," he admitted.

"Danny, I won't," she assured him.

"I didn't tell you where I was going because…" he started, "ugh!" He stood up frustratingly. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to talk me out of it."

"Talk you out of what?" She stayed seated on the couch, head pounding. She could take a slight ass kicking, but she could hardly handle the emotional roller coaster Danny was making her ride right now.

"What I knew I had to do," said Danny. "I tracked down one of your old students…a girl…I kidnaped her, thought maybe one of the kids from Bakuto's compound would show up eventually, you know, to rescue her, if she reached out. I made her reach out."

"And?"

"Someone showed up." Danny closed his eyes. "It was Darryl."

Her heart was racing, as the image of a dead Darryl laid in her mind's eye. "Did you kill him?"

"No," he said, "of course not." He sat down next to her on the couch. "But it wasn't pretty."

"Did he tell you anything?"

"No."

"So where he is now?"

Danny looked ashamed.

"Danny…"

"I've been trying to persuade him, but he doesn't trust me."

Colleen knew where this was going and she was angry about it. "So you were going to, what? Forget you ever met me…at least until you needed something?"

"What? No," said Danny, shaking his head.

"That's why you were there tonight…you came to find me so that I can get information out of Darryl."

"If I hadn't been there Bakuto would have killed you."

She was somewhat perturbed with him but needed to know the facts. "What happened after I passed out?"

"We fought. He escaped." Danny took her hand. Something like electricity shot throughout every bit of her. "I know I've been a jerk. I've been selfish. Ever since K'un L'un, I can hardly sleep or eat or think. I need to find out what happened so that I can move on….so that we can move on."

Ughh! "Can't we just do that now? Can't we just put this all behind us and go away, just the two of us, and start over…"

"Colleen…I'm the…"

"Iron Fist, I know."

Irritated, she rose from the couch and went into the bedroom. Mind turning, body aching, she snatched up the aspirin bottle on the bedside table and shook four small pills out into her palm. She was swallowing them down when Danny came in. He stood close behind her, the warmth of his presence stupefying.

They didn't exchange any words as Danny drew closer, closing the gap between them. Lovingly, he placed his arms around her and kissed her soft, tan shoulder blade. Once more, he kissed her perfect skin…and then again… and again…

Hands wandering, captivated by desire, he found the rim of her shirt. He began to pull it up, but paused. She nodded approvingly.

Once her shirt was discarded, Danny ran his manly hands down her bare belly, pausing again, at the rim of her pantsuit. She shivered pleasantly beneath his erotic touch and helped him disrobed what was left of her clothes.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered into her ear.

Sweepingly overcome by a ravenous desire for him, she turned, moaning as his mouth covered hers in a desperate kiss. He tasted so sweet, so unbelievably sweet…and she wanted more…much, much more.