Make It Worth It
Another invite to a club, another night of navigating the drunk men Xerxes liked to 'socialize' with, never mind Xerxes himself. Being man-handled, being called whore, slut, and whatever other demeaning label someone wanted to use. Being subject to sexual performance that let Xerxes' display his sexual dominance but left her wanting. And he almost never made up for it after the audience left. Ketna didn't expect it to be any different this night, either.
The last guest left the private room, and Xerxes was quick to turn his attention back to Ketna.
"Get that off, I wanna see your face while I'm fuck you."
Xerxes' hand went to grab at Ketna's visor, but she caught his hand, holding it fast in place.
"What and stick around for some rough, mediocre sex? I'll pass." Ketna tossed back his hand, ducking out of his grasp while sitting up from the bench then swiftly made her exit out the door before Xerxes could grab her.
Xerxes followed fast behind Ketna, out the door of the private room but his posture shifted now that he was out in public. Ketna had banked on Xerxes' need to present a certain appearance, someone who wouldn't desperately run after an escort, and she was right. This afforded her some distance away from him before reaching the door. On the way she fished out the jacket she had stowed in her bag, putting it on after walking a few feet from the door.
She was on the curb, about to cross the street when Xerxes emerged from the building. Traffic didn't afford her any safe passage across the street before Xerxes caught up with her. She weaved out of his attempt to grab her, again, but slid between two buildings to address him.
"What?" Ketna spoke first in sharp irritation, she wanted to get this over with.
"Th'fuck you mean mediocre?!" Xerxes' voice was raised but suppressed, wanting to inflect but not draw attention.
"If all I wanted was detached, rough sex, there are plenty of places I can go to get railed, without being called a whore or otherwise degraded in the process." Ketna barely looked at him as she spoke, going through her bag to pull out a wrapped pair of toe shoes.
"That what this is about?" Xerxes huffed. "Dunno what t'tell ya sweetheart, but if you wanna keep your cover, I gotta treat you like I would any other whore." The smug look on his face implied he found his rebuttal very convincing.
"No, that's the excuse you use because you think you can get away with it." Ketna looked up after removing her shoes. "You don't have to insult me to keep up appearances, you do it because you want to. Annnd-" She broke eye contact as she made up her mind that maybe any of this wasn't worth dealing with at all. "I'm done." She didn't bother looking back up, preferring instead to keep her attention to slipping the more comfortable shoes on her feet.
"What, 'you're done'?" Xerxes mocked the statement. "The fuck that's supposed to mean?"
"That I'm not putting up with you anymore." Ketna tested the fit of her shoe.
"T'ch, y'make it sound like you're cutting me off." Xerxes' external behavior seemed to be blowing it off, but something about his voice held worry.
"Yeah you know what? Why not?" Ketna looked back up, raising her voice. "You don't care about what I like. You barely meet me half-way and when you do, it's begrudging. It's a constant chore just to get you to listen. And you're so obsessed with appearances and afraid of not matching the status quo-"
"Not fucking scared'a-"
"Yes you are. " Ketna interrupted Xerxes' protest. "Because if you did command the kind of authority and respect you claim you do, you could simply tell the others, you decide what happens with the escort and they should back off, they would listen without question. But no, instead, you always have to put on the most banal act of machismo, and for that reason I have to deal with the result of that demeaning behavior, from not just you, but everyone around you." Ketna made a sweeping gesture with her hand to emphasize her words.
Xerxes didn't respond right away, his face contorted in anger and offense, unable to form the words in that moment.
"And in addition to all of that," Ketna continued before Xerxes could say something. "The conversations I've been privy to have hardly been worth the treatment I've been putting up with so unless you got anything worthwhile, yeah, I think I might be done with whatever the fuck this arrangement is. All of it."
Ketna stepped back, turning her attention to the building wall, calculating her approach before scaling it.
"You say that, but I fuckin' know you. You'll be back." Xerxes attempted to make the claim with smug pride, but there was a disquieted quality to his countenance.
Ketna jumped on and up the side of the building, taking grasp of the molding to pause and look down at Xerxes and say one last thing to make her intentions clear.
"Goodbye, Xerxes."
Ketna immediately continued her climb up the building without waiting to see Xerxes reaction, nor looking back. She heard angry muttering, something that sounded like a 'fuck you' and 'bitch' that she could make out, a slam against the building, then nothing. She half expected him to climb up after her but to her relief, he seemed to have given up. She made the journey home without interruption, or even a text. But she knew he would hear from him again, eventually.
--
In his usual avoidant fashion, Xerxes didn't bother attempting to continue that conversation in his texts the next day. He was back to his usual attempts at baiting, though Ketna didn't bother reciprocating. The next few 'invites' Ketna declined, explicitly. She didn't feel the trade off of how she was being treated for what she was being offered was worth it. With the added bonus of it cementing the statement she made before.
Her continued cold shoulder did not go unnoticed. Xerxes' texts flipped from obnoxious to insistent, desperate to get her attention but not wanting to plead, reconcile, or much less, apologize. Ketna did not bother responding to any of these attempts. She considered letting the whole affair fade from there. He wasn't going to budge and anything redeeming in him was likely a fluke. Whatever it was that had been going on between them felt as though it had run its course and she was grateful for that. This had been one of her more contentious vices.
Eventually the prodding stopped. A few days of no texts and Ketna wondered if he had finally let it go or if he was giving her the silent treatment in return. Regardless of the reason, she was grateful for the break. It was time to consider moving her setup elsewhere, there was only so much she could investigate from where she was stationed, a move to another continent was long overdue, as was her usual practice.
A few weeks into making arrangements to wrap up her investigations in the general area, she received a new contact from Xerxes. On a whim she took time to open it, with no intention of modifying her current plans. As she had come to expect, the message made no allusions to the weeks of spurned engagements or outright silence. Instead, it was a somewhat formal offer. He was to have a private engagement with a visiting tycoon, and he was inviting her to be his 'date', something for appearances in a formal setting. She was set to ignore the offer when a name caught her attention.
Stefan Brynmor
This gave her pause. He was a leader in illegal hardware used by most underground genetics operation services; if anyone wanted to attempt to rewrite DNA or make illegal genetic enhancements, his hardware was at the core of facilitating it. She would have dismantled his work years ago, but the whole time he operated, he was a ghost that managed to keep communications especially difficult to track. Even casual conversation could give her hints as to how he was operating or sending communications. It was an event that was genuinely worth entertaining, even with Xerxes and his Everything.
She paced back and forth across the room, deliberating whether she should take the invitation. Xerxes, on some level, had to have known just how tempting this invitation would have been, even if they had never discussed Stefan Brynmor, previously; this broken silence was clear enough of that. Answering him would confirm that the name was suitable temptation, something she wanted, and he would use that to the best of his advantage the moment she confirmed that. On that principle alone she wanted to ignore it, to make a point. But on the other hand, she didn't know when another opportunity would arrive to get useful leads.
Ketna sat the phone back down and occupied herself with some menial tasks, chores that needed to be done, while she let the options churn in her head. She considered conferring with Munin on the subject, but she already had an idea of what he would say. Don't go for it, another opportunity could arise some other time, without the baggage of Xerxes attached to it. But would it really? Getting that close to him meant going undercover with someone else he was associated with and there was no telling who she could get close to. Xerxes was a very 'devil you know' option in that regard. The more time she spent mulling over it, the more she had become keenly aware of how some part of her had already accepted the offer.
More time was spent around the living space, padding the time it would take for her to respond, she didn't want to give the impression she was that eager. She slumped in a chair and began to compose a response, the knowledge of just how insufferable he was going to be about this settling in the pit of her stomach as she did so. It was looking like she was going to be stationed here a little longer, until this was sorted out.
--
Xerxes had remained oddly quiet in the time leading up to the meeting. No obnoxious texts, prodding, sexual advances, or bids for interaction beyond the invitation she had accepted. Any time he did contact her, it was only in relation to the planned event, important information such as time changes, where to meet before he arrived, what to expect. It left Ketna both relieved, and concerned. She was being baited, she knew that, but where was the lead going to take her? And how much of an ass was he going to be in person. All elements that lingered in her mind with every update she received before the scheduled day.
The location they would meet Stefan at was a much nicer, more exclusive establishment than the previous ones she had 'entertained' Xerxes. He would provide her attire, but she would need to ensure she was styled appropriately for it. After his fussing about not paying attention to fashion, he was oddly observant of style and accessory expectations. She would meet him in his car a few blocks away from the intended destination. He wasn't even attempting to rope her into spending time alone at his place before the dinner.
Pickup was set to be at the same dive she first met him in. She wasn't sure if he was attempting to signal anything or if it was a convenient coincidence, as it was an address they both knew well. She spotted one of Xerxes' cars in the lot as she approached the grounds, parked in the back as it had been before. Getting closer, she caught movement. Xerxes' large figure was easy to catch walking from the building, likely exited from the back door to the car she was also walking toward.
She had observed him from a distance in the time between but deliberately kept her distance. It felt strange to intentionally seek him out, and she didn't like the weird sensation that almost felt like nervousness as she approached. Ketna watched Xerxes open the door to his car, she didn't walk very loudly, but Xerxes must have sensed something because his head turned in her direction. Even behind her visor she caught his eyes and his posture stiffened just a bit before getting into the car. Despite the light hood and visor, he recognised her, but maybe it was because of those things.
Approaching the car, she could hear the pop of the lock on the door. Ketna didn't bother knocking or announcing her presence, opening the door to see Xerxes watching her from the driver's seat. She paused unintentionally at the door looking Xerxes in the eye, it was the first time she had seen him face to face in about three months. She would have pulled herself in right away, but on the passenger seat clearly sat a bag that she had to move and maneuver with to get into the seat.
"Got a car parked around here?" Xerxes asked, looking around while Ketna settled into her seat.
"No, I walked." Ketna answered, setting the bag at her feet.
"Close by?" Xerxes asked, almost hopeful in his prying.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I can walk either way."
Xerxes grunted, slightly irritated. He took a look back at Ketna, paying attention to what she was wearing. "Thought you were supposed to be dolled up for this, already."
"I am, the hood is light, it's not going to mess anything up."
Ketna pulled the hood back, revealing the styled wig that had been kept safe in a net. That too was removed, after which she shook the hair out to its full length. The wig itself was mid-back length when fully shaken out of its confines, colored dark auburn with subtle curls that weren't flattened by the light hood. Ketna turned her focus back to Xerxes, who had been studying her quietly.
"Windows are tinted, you can take off the visor." Xerxes turned his head back forward, turning the ignition to the car.
He seemed to be intentionally avoiding making any positive comment about Ketna's appearance.
"I'm good." Ketna was, of course, being intentionally difficult in this regard.
Xerxes gave a low rumble of irritation but didn't say anything, putting the car into gear and pulling out of their spot.
Peeking in the bag while Xerxes pulled out of the lot, Ketna saw it contained a box and other smaller bags containing what she was expected to wear. Discerning the box was likely the dress itself, the smaller packages were likely any other accessories. And then it occurred to her.
"Are you taking me somewhere to change into this?" Ketna raised the bag to emphasize what she meant.
"I could do that," Xerxes responded leisurely, eyes remaining on the road. "Course, if someone caught me dropping you off somewhere just to change, might look suspicious." He paid a glance over when traffic permitted before he followed up. "But if you're not worried about that."
"Why didn't we meet at your place?" Ketna was quick to question. "That would have solved this problem."
"You're the one that one insisted you were 'done', thought you'd get your panties in a twist if I set that up." There was a sneer on Xerxes' face as he spoke.
"Oh for fucks sake.." Ketna muttered, leaning back heavily into the chair.
"This wouldn't be a problem if I had some address to send it to. You could've had this all at your place the day before." Xerxes expression hadn't changed.
"There are so many other options that could have been worked out ahead of time, you're being deliberately obtuse- Whatever, I'll change in here." Ketna quickly ended the accusation before Xerxes could form a rebuttal.
Ketna dropped the back of her seat to give herself more elbow room, then pulled her top up and over her head. A car with a cabin big enough for Xerxes meant she wasn't entirely restricted. And she was mobile enough that tight and awkward torsion wasn't much of an issue. Lifting her hips, she slid off her leggings, the socks, and kicked off her shoes, leaving her just in her underwear.
Free of her clothes, she returned to the bag to retrieve what Xerxes had provided. Searching the smaller containers first, she found a garter, stockings, gloves, and shoes. Just as Ketna retrieved the garter and stockings from the bag, the car veered hard to the left followed by blaring horns and screeching tires, though luckily no sound of collision followed.
Ketna looked over to Xerxes to see what caused it, Xerxes caught the movement of her head and glanced back with a thin smirk that indicated maybe what he had just done was purposeful.
"Traffic, you know how it is." Xerxes motioned to the front.
So this is how it was going to be.
Ketna sighed heavily but said nothing, returning to the act of rolling the stockings up her leg but also bracing herself. Her instincts proved to be correct, as the car lurched and swerved once again. Angry honks could be heard from surrounding cars.
"Yeah?! Shoulda moved faster!" Xerxes' shouted to the driver that would never hear him.
More of the same aggressive driving from Xerxes persisted as Ketna continued with the stockings and garter. Even amid the swerves and hard stops, she managed to get them on without putting a run in either of them. And soon enough it was time for the dress.
Returning to the bag to open the box within it, Ketna was greeted by a deep red with a notable luster. The same red, she noticed, as what Xerxes currently wore. Handling the dress to remove it from the box she now could identify it from the weight and texture, as silk satin. Carefully, she attempted to put the dress on. The aggressive driving at this point appeared to have slowed, which could have either been because Xerxes got bored of it, or because they had reached a calmer stretch of road Xerxes had less tight traffic to be erratic about.
The dress she was provided had a built-in bustier, it did a good job of lifting what little breast she did have; she had to commend whoever worked with Xerxes' tailor to get the fit right. The top had just enough fabric above the bustier to keep her 'decent'. The skirt possessed leg slits on either side, absurdly high, well enough past the top of her stockings. All elements that would make it easy for Xerxes to get into, she noted.
The difficult part was over, all that was left was whatever accessories Xerxes expected her to wear, and shoes. Full length gloves of the same material as the dress but in full black were a smart touch whether Xerxes realized it or not. In a club setting she could get away without covering her arms, but in a well-lit diner where she was supposed to be, whatever this was, date or high-end escort, the definition of her arms could raise suspicion to any keen observer. So too could the definition of her legs but that had a better chance of being a turn on, and thus, not considered cause for alarm.
"Done already?" Xerxes glanced over, catching that Ketna was pulling the last glove up her arm.
"More or less." She confirmed, pulling the shoes out from its box in the bag.
There were a few beats of quiet before Xerxes sped up and veered to the right, taking the turn they needed just a little too quickly. Ketna had a feeling the aggressive driving would return, and wasn't entirely surprised by the action, though did brace herself slightly.
At the light, Xerxes looked over at Ketna's face, looking her over, before giving instructions.
"Don't bother with any shades, only gonna have to take 'em off when we get inside." He gestured to her face, then put his attention back to the road.
"Why?" Ketna asked with subtle agitation.
"Cus keepin' 'em on indoors would be more suspicious than not. But if you wanna sabotage your cover-"
"Yeah, I get it." Ketna conceded, removing the visor from her face.
Xerxes made small glances between the road and Ketna, then spoke again with eyes on the traffic.
"Don't bring anything in with you," He warned. "No purses, no phones. Keep all of your gadgets in the car."
Ketna exhaled but she knew exactly why it was important. She was the outlier, she would be put under the most scrutiny. She took a moment to tap out notice and set of instructions to Munin, that she would be going dark for a few hours, and what to keep a lookout for in the surrounding surveillance.
"He's gonna run a background check on anyone he doesn't know." Xerxes added. "Gotta different name that'll show up if someone'll do a biometric scan on ya?"
Ketna paused the instructions she had been composing. She had contingency plans for this but she hated having to do that. Identification cards gave her much more flexibility, biometrics did not. She'd have to keep a very specific lifestyle pattern on that identity if this was going to be a long operation, which it seemed like it would be.
"Yeah, it's.." Ketna flipped through a few menus on her phone. "Enara Mavros."
"Not your real name is it?"
"Not even close."
With that confirmation, Ketna completed what she had been interrupted from and sent it off to Munin, shoving her phone back in her purse afterward. There was one final item of a hat, a small thing with a fashionable veil that would help obscure her face and not flatten her hair. Seemly mindful of the fact that she wouldn't be able to wear glasses.
After she was done dressing, Ketna took the time to neatly place the rest of her property and original clothes into the bag, and set it behind the passenger seat. Sitting back in her seat, she gave a deep sigh. There was still a few minutes before they arrived at their destination and apart from the snide remark, Xerxes still hadn't addressed anything from the last time they were together. She didn't like that she had some lingering hope that maybe he'd address it in some meaningful way. This is why she needed to distance herself from him, her own propensity for hope was getting in the way of what should have been a simple decision.
Silence hung awkwardly in the cabin, even Xerxes' aggressive driving diminished leaving Ketna to wonder if Xerxes was locked in his own thoughts. Ketna risked a glance to Xerxes to catch the expression on his face. What she saw was a look of focus, and subtle furrowing around the eyes, possibly in thought or irritation. She didn't linger on his face long, not wanting to risk him catching that she was looking. With focus back on the world around her, she saw the destination in view. Soon there would be an end to the heavy silence.
The car slowed, pulling into the valet and finally to a stop.
"Let's get this over with." Ketna sighed, then opened the door of the car to slide out.
Though the season had been warming there was a chill in the air for the evening. The shoulder length gloves provided some barrier against the chill, but little good that did with all the rest of her exposed skin. She stood to the side, waiting for Xerxes to finish with the valet, arms wrapped around herself to trap what heat she could while she waited.
Left to her own thoughts, Ketna quietly noted Xerxes had not used 'whore' thus far. Almost as though he had been making an effort to avoid it. It was an appreciated change from before, but she expected him to fall back into it, eventually.
When Xerxes returned in view, catching Ketna standing with arms wrapped he paused.
"Cold or somethin'?" Xerxes asked while he approached Ketna
"I hardly have anything on and it's chilly, so yes." She answered honestly.
Ketna turned to walk toward the entrance, Xerxes followed.
"It's barely 60." Xerxes stated.
"It's not like I have my own furnace." Ketna turned to walk to the entrance. "Not when I'm standing, anyway." She muttered.
In an abrupt gesture, Xerxes reached out, grabbed Ketna's arm and yanked her next to him, locking their arms between each other. He said nothing as he walked forward to the entrance with the both of them arm in arm. Ketna had no idea how to read the behavior, but it was warmer being this close to him.
Their destination was an incredibly exclusive place. A dining hall and club with the option of closed rooms that was aimed more at private dining as opposed to entertainment. Ketna was familiar with the place as a favored location for anyone with the money, but most commonly the upper echelon, to have private discussion in a place that offered a luxury setting with fine dining. Though it, like all things exclusive, was no stranger to illicit activities.
Having her face nearly completely exposed in a public location with security cameras and who knows what manner of facial recognition any synthetic guests or those with implants would have, left Ketna more than a little wary. For her, the problem was never about being recognized in a casual glance, the real concern was in recordings. The location's cameras she could inspect and scrub later, but individuals, she could not.
As they approached the doorway, Ketna kept a wary eye about her surroundings while doing what she could to ensure she never looked directly at anything suspicious. She was so in her own mind she hardly registered what was being said as Xerxes checked them in and while they were escorted to one of the privacy rooms. Xerxes released his hold on Ketna, letting himself into the room ahead of her, and she was quick to follow.
"Noticed you tryin' to keep your head down the whole time." Xerxes said as the door closed behind them. "You that fuckin' scared of someone seeing your face?"
"I'd rather not have my face linger on any camera or optic if I can help it." Ketna removed her hat, as that was the polite and expected thing to do. "Recognition software is not what I'm worried about. All it takes is the right snapshot landing in the hands of the right person for it to become a problem."
"Yeah? Don't suppose that 'right person' has a name."
"I'm not referring to anyone or anything specific," Ketna turned to Xerxes with a pointed look. "Nor do I intend to elaborate." She broke eye contact, and glanced at the entrance they walked through.
"Waiter's not gonna be here till the other guy gets here." Xerxes seemed to have inferred why she was watching the door.
Ketna looked back at Xerxes, just to acknowledge what he said, and turned to head to the table.
Xerxes pulled out his phone, glancing at the display, putting it back in his pocket quickly after. In the time it took for him to check his phone, Ketna had already taken her seat. Xerxes joined her at the table just as silently.
The room's insulation kept their sound from escaping the room, just as well as it prevented the outside noise from getting in. This left the two of them in unnatural silence, as they waited for the next arrival.
Ketna was content enough in this silence and used the time to rehearse some of her 'story' in her head, recalling the background she had set for this identity. Xerxes was not so comfortable, drumming his fingers on the table, glancing around the room, paying frequent glances to Ketna as he did.
"You're pretty flexible, right?" Xerxes asked, cutting into the silence.
"Yes?" Ketna answered cautiously.
"Stand up and grab your ankles." Xerxes ordered and gestured to the floor between them.
"What?"
"You heard me, wanna see how flexible you are," Xerxes scooted his chair back a bit from the table, gesturing again, more overtly from Ketna to the floor. "See if you can put your head between your knees." Xerxes smirked as he spoke.
"No one's here yet, I don't need to put on a performance." She deflected.
"I don't gotta keep you around yanno, could get any other escort around here. Suggest you do as I say before I change my mind." Xerxes coyly reminded.
Ketna frowned and huffed before standing up. Xerxes turned his chair to face in her direction in addition to providing more distance from the table.
"In front of me, and face your ass toward me when you do it." Xerxes added as Ketna stood up, making a rotating gesture with his hand to illustrate his instruction.
Ketna rolled her eyes, unsurprised by the commands as she walked into the demanded position. Standing in front of him with her back turned to him she bent over, grabbing her ankles with ease.
"There, happy?" Ketna called back, using a hand to push aside part of the skirt so she could look back at Xerxes upside down from between her knees.
"Getting there." Xerxes answered. "Now hold that for a minute."
Ketna rolled her eyes and let her dress fall back into place, only to feel Xerxes' hands shift the fabric to the side and up over her backside to keep her exposed. Immediately after, she felt Xerxes' hands grasp each of her thighs, squeezing slightly. Thumbs wasted no time passing over the thin fabric of her underwear. This was about as much as Ketna expected to happen, what she wasn't expecting was Xerxes' tongue making contact with the lips. She gasped and startled in place both due to the sensation and the awareness of what he was about to do. She was hardly aroused before, but the mere knowledge that Xerxes had planned any sort of oral stimulation on his part, of his own volition, elevated her receptiveness very quickly.
"Something wrong?" Xerxes teased, clearly having just felt her startle in his grasp. "Want me to stop or what?"
Goddammit. It was an awkward position but the chances of him keeping his offer if she changed positions was slim.
"No-." The word escaped before she could mask her desperation. "Please, keep going."
"Heh, since you asked so nicely." Xerxes adjusted his posture in his seat along with the hold on Ketna's thighs. "Hands on the ground, if they leave, I'll stop." He warned, but his tone held a gentle playfulness mixed with the firm instruction.
Ketna did as she was told, placing her palms flat on the ground, providing herself more stability.
"Good girl." Xerxes praised, the tongue returned to Ketna's lips. Slow laps with significant pressure, parting the lips, teasing her entrance but not penetrating. His thumbs pulled her lips apart, but no direct contact occurred right away.
"Surprised you're not worried about being caught with your face in pussy." Ketna commented while she still could speak.
"Eh, we got twenty minutes till he gets here." Xerxes idly responded, then shoved his tongue back into her.
Ketna gave a small startled utterance. The new information caught her more off-guard than the tongue did. Xerxes had deliberately pushed their arrival ahead to ensure they would have time alone.
At the angle, the tongue was more warm-up than anything. Xerxes's thumbs teased the outside lips, keeping her spread as the tongue continued to explore its way inside. Pressing against the walls, flexing and twisting. Ketna's arousal ramped quickly, a growing ache for pressure in just the right spot that wasn't met being the primary instigator.
The tongue withdrew from her, slowly, intentionally prolonging the desperate desire he had been building in her. Ketna whimpered as the sensation left, only to gasp as the tongue brushed against her apex. Xerxes moved a thumb to apply enough pressure downward on the mons, to pull back the hood of her clit. The next lap of the tongue made direct contact with her clit, causing Ketna to whine and gasp more audibly.
Xerxes' tongue lingered, making circular motions against her clit. Subtle tremors shot through her legs as the quickly escalating arousal threatened Ketna's balance. Even in the awkward position, it couldn't diminish the effect it had on her.
An unoccupied finger pressed between her lips, carefully sliding inside her. The internal pressure caused Ketna to whimper, feeling herself edge closer to climax, which she was grateful for. Xerxes' tongue switched from circular motions to quick flicks and Ketna flinched in place. The hand that rested on her thigh, the one who's thumb kept her clit exposed, tightened the fingers against her thigh to stabilize it. Xerxes applied more pressure internally, rocking the finger inside her back and forth as he continued the unrelenting flicks against Ketna's clit.
Ketna's legs shook visibly, her struggling with the loss of strength that so often happened with sexual stimulation and the desperate fight to keep herself standing would be easy for anyone to notice. She desperately wanted to climax, both out of desire and to no longer suffer the position she was in. She felt a chill through her legs and torso, before her body finally permitted her that release.
Ketna cried out and shuddered as she felt the sensation rush through her. It took great focus and difficulty to prevent her legs from giving out from under her. She was certain she might collapse were it not for Xerxes' stabilizing hand against her thigh. Xerxes' tongue stopped, the finger inside withdrew, only to tease her clit in its place. She cried out with the new stimulation as he continued to tease her in her sensitive state.
Ketna's whimpered whining wasn't only caused by the continued stimulation, but the difficulty and discomfort of the position she was in. It was a strange sensation, feeling light headedness of orgasm and full of tension in her head at the same time. But eventually Xerxes' stimulation stopped, and her shaking slowly began to subside.
"Heh, good girl." Xerxes praised, and slid a hand around Ketna's midsection.
Now that the challenge had been successfully accomplished, Xerxes pulled her back onto his lap. Ketna gratefully complied, falling back heavily into his lap and leaning back against him while breathing heavily and slightly dazed. His mouth found her again, teeth grazing against her neck before parting to let his tongue slide against the skin where the neck and shoulder met. She felt his dick already out, against her thigh. Xerxes' guided a hand to the head of his dick, in the event she hadn't noticed it there.
"Get on it." He ordered against her ear after releasing her hand. "I know you're wet enough for it."
Ketna traced her fingers over the head of his dick. She could refuse, but being honest with herself, she wanted to ride this high while it was still any good. He hadn't insulted her, yet, gave her some amount of oral attention, got her to orgasm first, it was the bare minimum she could be compliant with.
She lifted her hips off his thigh and Xerxes slid his hip a little forward. Using a hand to maneuver him as she needed, Ketna straddled herself over Xerxes' dick and angled its head against her lips, sliding on top of it. The earlier warmup made penetration easy, Ketna permitted herself to drop heavily on Xerxes' lap, enveloping him fully inside her. The moment Kenta had stopped against his lap, Xerxes rested his hands on her hips to grind his dick in as deep as it could go. Ketna groaned at the enjoyable pressure it created.
"Y'Like that."
"Mmhm." Ketna confirmed.
"Y'want me t'fuck you?" Xerxes relaxed the pressure on her hips, then reapplied it again for emphasis.
"Yess." Ketna whined with the pressure, grinding back into him, pressing her back into his chest.
Xerxes didn't drag it out any longer, shifting his position in the chair, grasping Ketna's hips and thighs to lift her up and back down onto his dick with an upward thrust. Ketna gave a whimpered gasp as he hit the right spot, tilting her hips with his movements. Her hands gripped at waist and arm, bracing herself for further thrusts.
The first few thrusts were slow, pulling her off his dick, but not completely, then thrusting back inside while quickly pulling her hips back down on him. Ketna gasped with every rough thrust, whining a little louder with each one. Eventually the thrusts began to level out, more rhythm, less slams, but no less intense due to her body already being aroused and receptive.
Ketna's hand was unable to find purchase at his waist, instead raising to wrap itself around the back of Xerxes neck. He responded by licking at the crook of her neck that was slightly closer to him than before. One of the hands at Ketna's hips slid up her torso, keeping her close to him. The hand palmed at her chest and dipped into the top of her dress, pushing down the meager fabric and exposing her breasts. He toyed with her nipples one by one. Finger pads and claw, tracing around areola and nipple, teasing clumsily as his focus was on maintaining consistent thrusts.
After a moment, the hand at her hip slid forward, tips of his fingers easily reaching the apex of Ketna's sex. Even understanding what Xerxes was about to do, Ketna still bucked as Xerxes made contact with her clit. Instinctively her legs clamped together but it did little to stop the direct stimulation. Not that she wanted it to stop.
Xerxes' hand at her chest moved back down, grabbing her leg and lifting it up to keep her spread so he could stimulate her as desired. Ketna's grip on Xerxes' arm and the back of his neck tightened, her back lurched as rampaging pleasure rushed through her. She gasped and meweled before crashing into climax against him. Xerxes too, feeling the contractions against him having been straining for his own release, grunted a low growl and held Ketna's hips fast to him so he could cum deep inside her.
Unlike before, this was a climax she could more completely enjoy. Held fast and secure by Xerxes, she could squirm against his chest in his lap. The incredible satisfaction of having both a dick to clamp down on and clit teased at the same time. It was even more of a relief after the first climax was brought under conditions of so much tension and discomfort. She only wished she was with a person that would care for her enough to allow her to relax after the fact.
"That fuckin' 'mediocre'?" Xerxes finally spoke between breaths against her ear.
There it was, a clear indication that Xerxes was still burned by what she had said the last time they were together. A reminder she couldn't ever really settle around him.
"It's a start." Ketna stated with slowly-renewed focus.
Xerxes grumbled behind her and began to move. Keeping his dick still inside her he stood, lifting Ketna's hips with him and forcing her to lean forward onto the table. Only then did he slowly withdraw his dick from her. Ketna suppressed the almost involuntary need to protest the withdrawal. She was about to push off the table when Xerxes' hands gripped her thighs with a different purpose.
His thumbs pulled apart her lips, no doubt to observe what he had left behind. Unexpectedly, fingers carefully plunged their way inside, to what end Ketna was unsure, as it wasn't to get her off. They pressed in deeply, only lingering a moment before pulling out, also making the oddly courteous gesture of sliding her underwear back into place, after. As that happened, Xerxes' other hand grabbed Ketna by the arm, pulling her up from the table and spinning her around to face him.
"Clean 'em off." He ordered.
Ketna complied if only to prevent him from wiping them off on her dress. Taking hold of Xerxes' hand, Kenta made a point in directing exactly how she would go about cleaning their fluids off his fingers. Both to minimize the potential for Xerxes to mess up her makeup and as an important gesture of asserting her own control.
"Good Girl." Xerxes praised as Ketna finished 'cleaning off' his fingers and withdrew his hand from her grasp.
Xerxes fished his phone from his pocket to check the time. "Should be here in about 5."
Just as he announced it, Ketna snatched Xerxes' phone from his hand which elicited a hostile posture from him. Ketna placed a hand on his chest before he could lurch forward to grab it back from her.
"You made me leave everything in the car," Ketna spoke quickly before Xerxes could. "I'd like to try to make sure I'm presentable before our guests get here."
Xerxes grumbled and relaxed only just barely. Taking her hand off his chest, Ketna used the forward camera of the phone to check if anything Xerxes had done smeared her makeup or mussed her wig in any notable way, then returned the phone back to him. Xerxes was still clearly bristled when he took his phone back.
Xerxes pocketed the phone with a huff, looking back at Ketna, his face softened with amusement. "Keeping your tits out for presentation?" He sounded very amused with himself.
"I was getting to that." Ketna answered, and went to work adjusting herself back into place.
Just as she was smoothing the fabric over her breasts, she sensed movement outside the door. The door opened and in walked the man Ketna was here for, Stefan Brynmor, along with his date, a taller, younger man that she did not recognize.
Something in Xerxes' face darkened, his jaw clenched the moment he caught sight of Stefan. Even if she had not been wearing heels, Stefan would have been shorter than her. The man at his side, however, about matched her current height with the heels on. Stefan held no look of pleasantry, a stern face that hardly changed when Xerxes greeted him with an outstretched hand.
"Brynmor." Xerxes greeted stiffly.
"Xerxes." Stefan returned the greeting just as stiffly, meeting Xerxes' hand to shake it in what way he could.
The shake broke and Stefan gestured to the young man next to him. "This is my partner, Gil."
The younger man was less stiff, had only a slight bit more friendliness in his behavior than Stefan appeared to possess. Xerxes took Gil's hand in a shake as well, only greeting the man with a grunt of sorts.
Ketna waited slightly to the side, arms folded while she observed the two men. Neither paid her any real attention, but that was to be expected, she was just arm candy for Xerxes. When Stefan's gaze did wander to her direction, it was a look of suspicion and general disapproval. Before he could comment, the door opened and a waiter and sommelier entered.
The four had brief, courteous acknowledgement of the waitstaff then took their seats at the table. The sommelier dutifully took to presenting, pouring and decanting the wine that had been requested with their reservation. This provided time for the four to go over the menu, before placing their orders. Business didn't resume until the staff left the room. Stefan looked to Gil and wordlessly, the young man stood, procuring a device from his satchel and began holding it aloft while walking about the room. Ketna had an idea of what was happening but trained her face to watch with visible confusion as 'Enara' would not have the same insight.
"Checking for bugs." Stefan announced with resigned annoyance, looking at Ketna directly as he did.
Almost as if on cue, Gil walked over to Ketna, waving it in her general direction, up and down her person. He didn't quite give the same focus to Xerxes. She was the only 'anomaly' among them.
Xerxes' eyes glanced occasionally from Gil to Stefan, something to occupy his attention while he waited in silence and whatever else was on his mind.
"All clear." Gil announced on his return to his seat.
"Thank you." Stefan responded to the announcement with more warmth than he had shown the whole evening thus far. "And now his date." The coldness in his tone returned as he glanced to Ketna.
"Already on it." Gil answered with a soft smile, his fingers already clenched around a covered tablet in his satchel after he had placed the scanner back inside.
When the tablet was fully removed, Gil flipped back its cover, running through whatever menu was on it, setting it up for whatever was intended. Then, placed it in the middle of the table, tilted in Ketna's direction.
"If you would please place your palm here." The young man instructed, looking at Ketna directly.
"What for?" Ketna feigned nervousness, she could intuit exactly what was about to happen.
"While I'm certain Xerxes is capable of culling any liabilities, I prefer to make my own contingency plans." Stefan answered.
"You're not gonna murder me in my sleep, right?" Again she pretended to be nervous while slowly removing the glove from her hand.
"Not if you know how to be discreet." There was no smile on Stefan's face.
Ketna gingerly placed her hand on the tablet-like device, maintaining her act of apprehension. As she expected, the device took a read of her full hand print. Upon withdrawing her hand, the tablet was retrieved from the table. Stefan examined what information that was available to him, eyes glancing over what displayed after the scan.
"Tell me, Xerxes, what name has your date for the evening provided you with?" Stefan asked.
"She listed herself as Deliliah, but I know her legal name is Enara Mavros." Xerxes answered without hesitation.
Ketna gave a look of 'surprise' at the name as she was in the middle of sliding the glove back up her arm. She pretended to say something then held her tongue.
"And you would be correct." A thin, but still not pleasant, smile appeared on Stefan's face, eyes darting back and forth between the information on the tablet and Xerxes. "Relieved to see you do your research on your escorts."
"Wouldn't be in business this long if I didn't." Xerxes smirked, clearly proud of himself.
"Yes, well, a quaint eight years presiding over a mere hundred thousand kilometers of territory would be boast-worthy to most, I suppose." Stefan retorted blithely with a subtle wave of his fingers.
The corners of Xerxes' mouth pulled back into a grimace. "Thirteen." he corrected grimly.
"Spending five years locked in volatile territory disputes to gain your footing does not constitute as control." Stefan returned the tablet to Gil while he spoke. "But you're young, you'll understand the significance in time if you manage to hang onto it."
Xerxes' body language held a simmering contempt, but didn't press the point further, causing Ketna to quietly wonder what fueled his restraint.
"Point is," Xerxes' contempt could still be heard in his tone as he redirected the conversation. "I know how to keep a tight ship. Weeded out my fair share of snitches n' spies, whether they work for me or not."
Stefan did not seem impressed then glanced over to 'Enara' with a weary expression.
"Ms. Mavros." Stefan stated coldly. "For a woman with a secretarial background and an escort gig, I couldn't help but notice your arms appear much more defined than one would expect for your position." His eyes lingered on the arm that had been freed of the full length glove not moments before.
Ketna focused her attention when Stefan stated her cover name. She made her expression puzzled, as though she truly didn't know what he was referring to while glancing at her own arm, followed by an expression of revelation.
"Oh. That's likely from all the rock climbing I do." Ketna answered.
"Rock climbing, in New York City?" Stefan inquired with an air of disbelief that he did not attempt to mask.
"New York City isn't ideal for the hobby, but there are a few nice indoor places I can use during the week." Ketna leaned into the annoying enthusiasm for her 'hobby'. "But there are fantastic cliff sides if you're up for putting in a few hours' drive. Personally, I find-"
"I wasn't interested in an extrapolation of your hobby." Stefan interrupted in coarse irritation.
Ketna made her posture stiff and a bit forlorn, but inwardly she was pleased she achieved exactly what she had hoped.
Luckily the awkwardness didn't have to persist long, as the serving staff returned to deliver the food that had been ordered by the group. The sommelier likewise returned to check in on the drinks and if any further decanting was required. Small pleasantries were exchanged and the staff left the four to guaranteed, uninterrupted privacy. Stefan was quick to get back on topic soon as the wait staff left.
"As I discussed with you before, I won't be going over the specific arrangements here." Stephan's gaze in Xerxes's direction was very focused as he spoke. "I prefer to discuss all logistics and expectations in my own home." Stefan took prim bites of his food while awaiting Xerxes' acknowledgement.
"Yeah yeah, I got that." Xerxes sounded as though he was suppressing his irritation.
"Normally I don't make arrangements with individuals that solicit me," Stefan continued. "but seeing as my other North American imports have been choked, I am giving you a chance. If the initial operation works as intended you will have a steady and reliable business arrangement with me."
Kenta was mindful to not look like she was invested in the conversation, mostly to her food and casual glances around the room. She made a point to not look in Xerxes' direction or stop her motions when Stefan mentioned being solicited. Xerxes had reached out to Brynmor, explicitly. Had Xerxes really intuited she would be that interested in this, to the point he knew the near perfect bait to grab her attention?
"Course it'll work," Xerxes responded smugly. "Not the first time I've run successful interplanetary import/export on illegal goods."
Stefan did not look impressed. He paused to glance around the table, casting a brief displeased look at Ketna, before answering Xerxes' claim.
"I took the liberty of investigating the branches of your business before our meeting." Stefan took a sip of his glass before he continued. "Nothing appeared particularly remarkable; services and goods were adequate. However, I've seen reports that this area has been dealing with some… complications."
"Get to the point." Xerxes responded tersely.
Ketna had a sense she knew where the conversation was going, mentally preparing herself to remain unmoved by certain names. She also noted every now and then before Stefan spoke, he paid a short glance in her direction, a hesitation, almost.
"Part of my reluctance to entertain this arrangement is due to certain vigilante interference, one I am familiar with." Stefan paused to take a bite of his food, he took his time to chew, swallow, and delicately wipe his mouth before elaborating. "The one referred to as Zephyra has been responsible for the closure of both manufacture and shipping operations in multiple locations. Normally I would not entertain setting up at a location where she is currently active, but certain factors have come to light that have made me willing to entertain the risk."l
Xerxes looked particularly smug. "Yeah? Like what?"
"Accounts from what I have heard are that you have had a unique relationship with her." Stefan put emphasis on the word.
"Y'mean I've fucked her." Xerxes interjected, much too proud about it.
Stefan's expression soured. "That was one detail I encountered, yes." He acknowledged and quickly moved on. "Despite her interference with local business and politics, you've managed to maintain, even gain, influence and territory. Even more unusual, I have reports she aided you in the capture of a robotics facility that you maintain control of to this day."
"We had a mutually beneficial arrangement." Xerxes stated smoothly, still with a smirk.
"I do not care what that arrangement is nor why, that's not what I'm interested in." Stefan was quick to interject. "What I'm interested in is your being in the unique position of providing adequate distraction for the vigilante in question."
Xerxes chuffed and reclined back in his chair. It was the most jovial he had behaved since Brynmor's arrival. For the whole night, really. "What, want me to seduce her or somethin'?"
"I sincerely do not care how you aim to accomplish it, only that you can." Stefan sounded irritated at that particular proposal. "If she truly is pathetic enough as to be taken in by your… charms," There was a scathing venom to his inflection. "I can't argue that it would make things easier. Women are so often controlled by their emotions, it would be convenient to manipulate in our favor." Stefan mused, it was the most positive he sounded all night. "Provided of course, you are not the one ensnared."
Xerxes' expression soured. "If you're about to imply she's controlling me, I suggest you don't. No one fuckin' controls me." There was both offense, and a warning in Xerxes' tone.
"For your sake I sincerely hope not." Stefan remained unimpressed. Then his attention turned to Ketna.
Every glance Stefan paid her that night, caused Ketna to grow slowly more concerned that he Knew. She put a conscious effort into relaxing her face and body even as the thought surfaced, to dispel any notion there might be even more for him to be suspicious of. This time his gaze lingered in an uncomfortable pause, studying, calculating, before he spoke.
"Ms. Mavros, don't you have some makeup or hair to fix up?" Stefan said in Ketna's direction, no longer holding back his concept for her quiet presence.
"If you would like me to leave, all you have to do is ask." Ketna didn't wait for the confirmation, taking only enough time to wipe off her fingers and retrieve her hat before standing.
There was not a word said as she made her departure out of the room. The door shut behind her leaving her only to guess as to how the conversation continued without her presence. She could at least 'clean up' a bit from earlier in the meantime.
After a leisurely trip to the bathroom, Ketna returned to the private room. She caught the door open from across the way, before she even approached, thankfully freeing her from playing the simple escort any longer.
Xerxes gave a shake to both Stefan and Gil, saying stiff goodnights as Ketna approached his side. Xerxes seemed distracted in thought, only barely catching a glimpse of Ketna. Ketna was certain she saw his posture relax in her presence. What it meant, she wasn't certain.
"Done in there?" Xerxes thumbed over to the room.
"Yeah, I'm good." Ketna confirmed.
Xerxes grunted an acknowledgement, then as suddenly as before, hooked his arm around Ketna's to lead her outside to the valet.
It was colder outside now, than it had been when they walked inside. Ketna was grateful for the closeness, holding herself closer to Xerxes' body to give her some relief from the cold. Xerxes noticed her tightened grip and glanced down.
"Cold bother you that much?" Xerxes sounded bemused, not annoyed.
"When I'm standing still, it does." Ketna answered, distracted by her surroundings.
The moment they left the entrance, she had been scanning up ahead, looking for their two guests. Thankfully Stefan and Gil had not left yet and were still in view as they were waiting for the valet. As Xerxes checked out with the attendant, Ketna kept a careful eye on the car that was driven to meet the two. The car had a privacy shield that obscured the license plate number. Just as Xerxes had finished with the Valet and they walked to the curb, Ketna caught sight of the car at just the right angle to see the sequence of characters on the plate. She muttered the characters under her breath, drawing Xerxes' attention.
"Wh?" He uttered.
"The license plate of their car." Ketna repeated the sequence. She hesitated then looked up at him. "Could you take that down, please?"
"Yeah yeah." Xerxes made it sound like an inconvenience, but his body language didn't carry the same impression as he brought out his phone.
Ketna repeated the sequence back to him, looking over as he took it down. When they finished, they could see the lights of the car approaching closer toward them. When they were both inside with the doors shut, they could drop the act.
"Fuckin' hilarious watching you act like a nervous little girl-" Xerxes chuffed, pulling out of the driveway. " 'You gonna kill me in my sleep?' " He mockingly raised his voice an octave to make the intent of his imitation more obvious.
Ketna held a light smile. "Have to give some impression that I'm some relatively average woman."
"Didn't keep him from being suspicious." Xerxes noted.
"I noticed- was that the reason why he insisted I leave the room? What did he say?"
"Yeah, wanted to lecture me about my 'taste in women', said you could be a liability." Xerxes paid her a bemused, knowing glance. "Tried to make a threat outta what I stick my dick in getting him compromised."
"Did he specify why?" Ketna asked with a genuine air of caution.
"Something about your work history. Also said he didn't think you got your build from rock climbing."
Ketna relaxed, it wasn't what she had initially feared, she could work with this. "Hmph, Enara is my profile with secretarial and paralegal work history, it's like the stereotypical spy cover. Which, to be fair, I have absolutely used this identity for that."
"You say that like you got multiple profiles." Xerxes stated with a prying curiosity.
"Yes, I do." Ketna answered honestly. This factor would be clear enough on its own eventually as she kept up this specific act, it was easier to be honest about it, now.
There was a pause in the cabin, Xerxes waited at a light before he turned his head to Kenta, eyes narrowed in careful study. "Fake IDs, passports, I get that. But, biometrics?"
The light turned as soon as he asked, drawing away his attention.
"I- have some measure of control over what shows up in a biometric scan, yes." Ketna answered plainly.
"Yeah? How you manage that?" Xerxes was as curious about Ketna's connections to discern her origins, as he was in seeking out the ability for himself.
"Trade secret." Ketna answered coyly. That was something she had no intention of giving out.
Xerxes snorted in resigned amusement.
The conversation reminded her she had yet to check in with Munin. Searching for her bag she withdrew it and quickly found her phone. Munin had sent some messages to her while she was away, he had managed to catch Stefan's visual on one of his drones, and had been diligently following the car as it left. Ketna wordlessly fished Xerxes' phone out of his pocket, to which he loudly protested but didn't prevent her actions in any way.
"Eeyyy!"
"I need the plate number." Ketna was quick to answer while relaying the information between phones.
Xerxes snorted. "Put it back when you're done, aight?" He tried to make it sound like an order but it really didn't.
But Ketna was courteous enough to slip it back into his jacket pocket. As Munin ran the plates and kept track of the car, there wasn't much left for Ketna to keep an eye on at the moment, leaving her with her thoughts on how things played out during dinner.
"You know." Ketna broke the silence. "It was very clear that Stefan didn't appreciate my presence, which makes me wonder." She turned to Xerxes to ask the question. "How did you manage to get him to agree to a meeting with an escort in tow?"
"Said he was bringing his partner with him to the meet. I said I should be able to bring a date of my own. He made a big deal about being inconspicuous, told him there was nothing more suspect than me going to meet him in a private room if he had a bitch of his own and I didn't." Xerxes paid a glance in Ketna's direction, then turned his focus back to the road.
"Huh, surprised that work." Ketna idly spoke.
With there still some time to get back to where they started, and having no desire to be so exposed on her walk back, Ketna got to work on getting dressed in the attire she arrived in. The act of redressing was much easier now that Xerxes wasn't intentionally making it difficult for her.
"That plate gonna get you anything?" Xerxes asked while Ketna was in the middle folding the dress and placing it carefully back in its box.
"He took the time to ensure it was obscured from both eyes and camera, so I'm bound to get something." Ketna paused to look for her pants, speaking again when they were in her hand. "Even if the account is a cover or a shell, it's another activity source I can track."
Xerxes snorted. "Guess you would know about that."
Ketna slipped her pants back on, quickly followed by her loose top and checked her phone. Munin had the details on the plate, but more importantly, he successfully followed the car to where they were staying. This was the closest she had gotten.
"You'd say you gotta lotta good intel outta this?" Xerxes' asked, and the tone shifted in the cabin.
"I've got a few leads, won't know where it'll take me from there, but it's promising." Ketna answered honestly, not giving it a second thought.
"Seems I did you a favor, dragin' you out here with me." Xerxes glanced over to Ketna long enough to emphasize the following point. "A favor you owe me for."
Ketna paused in her communication with Munin. "Seriously?" She blurted out the reaction, despite knowing the answer.
"What, you thought I'd give you this for free?" Xerxes paid a quick glance in her direction.
Ketna dropped herself heavily back into her seat. She waved a hand in surrender. "Fine, whatever, send me a bill. I'll do the rest of this on my own from here on out."
Ketna rummaged back in her bag to retrieve her visor and jacket, going back to the look she started with when she got there.
The two remained quiet for a block, Ketna in silent conversation with Munin, and Xerxes focused on the road, but stewing. He was the first to speak up.
"Brynmor invited me up to his estate," Xerxes added. "Can't take a guest to his place, but he can't stop me from takin' anyone on the flight over. Course if you wanna keep doin' this solo-"
"You are exceptionally easy to track, Xerxes." Ketna interrupted, sounding tired and unimpressed. "I really don't need your invitation, or help, to tail you. And you won't even know I'm there."
"Yeah?" Xerxes' frustration was clear in his tone. "And what if I learn something you might need?"
"Then I'll buy it from you on my own terms. I'm not going to let you string me along on an endless stream of degrading favors." Ketna answered flatly.
Xerxes grumbled but didn't say anything in particular. They were nearing their destination, anyway. Ketna neatly organized the boxes of clothes back into the back she got them from. They pulled into a spot in the lot as she was finishing up getting her shoes back on her feet. Soon as she was able, she opened the door and hopped out of the car.
Xerxes hurriedly finished parking the car, leaping from the driver's seat, around over the hood of the car, making a pin turn as soon as he hit the ground to intercept Ketna, walking her back into the side of his car. Both of Xerxes' hands were against the car on either side of Ketna's shoulders, trapping her with her back against the side of the car and him looming over her.
"Fine, don't take my offer. But if you come by my place some other time, I'll pay some real good attention to that pussy of yours."
"Will I 'owe you' for that, as well?" Ketna swiftly ducked under an arm and squeezed out from his figure.
Xerxes spun around to shout at Ketna as she left. "Well if you're gonna be a bitch about it."
"Give me a good fucking reason to not be a bitch about it!" Ketna shouted back, turning to leave.
She had work to do and had no intention of wasting any more time on him.