There was a whistle, almost a loud screech as it cut through the air then the rocket stuck home, exploding in a sudden wash of heat and fire. The tattoo parlor was swiftly engulfed in flames as the man dressed all in black lowered his weapon, the rocket launcher thumping to the ground as he smiled to himself in pure satisfaction. "That was stupid," the voice seemed to boom out and the blonde haired man jerked in surprise, looking around wildly for where it was coming from. The flames around the building faltered, swiftly fading away before revealing a bizzare sight. The tattoo parlor itself was utterly untouched, apparently undamaged, while beside it the buildings were burned and battered by the blast. Jess Drake stood in her front door, her hands splattered with blood and her expression murderous. "Shit," he cursed as he pulled out a pistol, leveling it at her then freezing. "You really don't want to do that," Jess purred dangerously, her black hair falling into her eyes, "or do you think that gun'll do better than your rocket did?" He stood there, then lowered his gun reluctantly. "Looks like you live up to your reputation," he raised his hands in surrender. Jess strode through the remaining flames, simply ignoring them as she quickly reached him and grabbed him by the collar. "Start explaining," she said coldly as she yanked him roughly towards her, "and make it good." "Do you really think that I'm going to reveal who sent me?" he asked her, his lips curling up in a mocking smile. "Oh, I'm hoping you don't," Jess said with a chilling kind of seriousness, "at first. That way I can take you into the back and get my knives out." She continued on, "Then I'll use my tattooing gear to label you just like the scum that you are, mark you forever...." The man's face paled, meeting Jess' eyes and seeing that she was entirely serious about what she was saying. "I came here on my own," he rushed to say fearfully, "I thought that the bounty on the do-gooder on on the other side of town was for you." "That's Lady Diana's territory," Jess hissed, eyes flashing dangerously. She took a breath, "If you knew a damn thing you'd realize that she and I avoid each other like the plague." "I had also heard," he gulped nervously before saying, "that you two hated each other. I just thought that, well...." Jess growled deep in the back of her throat and he shut up promptly. "All right," she said coldly, "you are going to go to the police and tell them you did this, as well as about any other crime you may have committed." "Are you nuts...?" he blurted. "It's your choice," Jess said, her voice coming out in a deadly purr, "go talk to the police... or stay and deal with me." The man looked at her, a professional hitman meeting the eyes of a supposed tattoo artist and he felt his heart chill with fear. "All right," he suddenly seemed smaller, all the fight gone out of him as he sighed, "I'll go confess to the police." Jess watched him go, kicking the rocket launcher aside with a scowl as she muttered under her breath, "What the hell is going on with Lady Diana?!" The tattoo parlor was dark as the fierce looking Jess went back inside, moving through the front without looking at the posters decorated with fantasy figures and dangerous women into the back, her private work area. A lean but shapely blonde was sitting there waiting on the edge of the table, her face lighting up in a smile as Jess entered. "It took you long enough, lover," Elizabeth purred. "We're not lovers," Jess reminded her, reaching out to touch the girl's arm where the first few cuts shimmered slightly, red blood smearing pale skin. "Too bad," Elizabeth laughed, then shuddered genty under Jess' touch. "So what made the shop shake?" she asked as the taller woman delicately blotted up the remaining blood, leaving a delicate tracing of a fiery bird behind. "Stupidity," Jess answered her, trying not to smile as a certain scent of arousal reached her nose. 'She's such a masochist,' she mused as Jess delicately stroked the wounds clean with sterile cotton, "even this little pain feels like pleasure to her.' "Hmm," Elizabeth looked up, slowly moistening her red lips with the pink tip of her tongue. With a sudden move she pressed her body up agrainst Jess', her lips brushing against hers. Jess put her hands on Elizabeth's shoulders, feeling a sudden flash of hunger as the smaller woman's tongue slipped between her lips. They kissed deeply, Jess' hands moving reflexedly to pull the very willing young woman up against her. "Please don't say no," Elizabeth moaned as Jess pulled back a moment to look into the girl's feverishly hungry eyes. 'I want this,' Jess realized breathlessly, 'almost as much as she seems to. It's been too damn long since I've had....' Elizabeth kissed her once again, letting her mouth gently trace across Jess' jaw before eventually flicking across her ear. "The last time you took care of me," the smaller girl gently pressed Jess backwards, tugging impatiently at her shirt, "this time, let me." Jess gasped as the girl got her shirt up, lapping like some overgrown kitten at her breasts. 'Way too damn long,' Jess thought, tangling her fingers in the other girl's hair and firmly pressing Elizabeth's mouth to her breasts. "I'm going to enjoy this," Elizabeth purred, sliding down the lanky woman's body, kissing her belly button before unclipping her jeans. With a single smooth motion she yanked both pants and underwear down, leaning forward to press her lips to wet flesh. "This can't happen again," Jess quietly said as she saw Elizabeth off, both of them standing out there in the chill morning air. "That's what you said the last time," Elizabeth answered, reaching up to gently stroke the latest tattoo she had done. She smiled slightly as she said, "Maybe you should just let yourself have what you really want." Jess raised an single eyebrow as she asked her, "And that would be you?" "Oh, no," Elizabeth firmly shook her head, "you're longing for something, Jess, someone that you don't have just yet." Jess shook her head slightly as she admitted with a sigh, "I'm almost impressed that you can read me so damn well." Elizabeth smiled as she reached out to put her hand on Jess' cheek, "Tell her how you feel, let her try to fill your needs." A suddenly wicked smirk appeared as she added, "Or you could always just keep me on your speed-dial." Jess scowled, "You never give up." "No, I don't," Elizabeth stole another kiss before sauntering away, hips gently swaying. 'She's too perceptive,' Jess thought as she turned to go back into the shop, 'but how do I tell someone like Alice that I want us to move on to a more physical relationship? She's nervous enough just being my friend.' Calmly Jess cleaned up the back room, dropping the bloody scalpel she had used into boiling water. Insense candles were lit to cover up the scent of sex, then she moved over to the surgeon's table that she kept back there. The sheets were soaked with sexual juices and a bit of blood, the scent heady in the room as she bundled them up and replaced them with fresh, clean sheets. "And then there's the situation with Diana," Jess muttered once she was finished cleaning up. She walked over and picked up her phone, dialing the number from memory. "Yes?" Grace answered, Diana's executive secretary speaking with her normally smooth and refined delivery. It was only when you got to know her that you came to realize that she was as corrupt as her mistress, in her own way. "This is Jess," she answered crisply, "I want to speak to the Lady,"
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