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Apr 24, 2024 7:49:27 GMT -6
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Agnes rolled her eyes. As they made their way down in the elevator, this had to have been the sixth time the older cougar had grabbed her ass. Helena was not a subtle woman. Ever since Agnes met her at the Syndicate’s club, the wealthy mutant from the other side of the gap had been going through the waitresses like a hungry dog through a bowl of kibble. She wanted someone young and beautiful and able to keep up with her swinging appetites. It was simple enough for Agnes to get into her good graces and now rather annoyed with her.
The older woman, blond with predatory, feline eyes and whiskers, was a big donor of the Syndicate’s and upper management sent out world that they needed to keep her happy. Agnes had fulfilled that and then some. She could have easily walked out whenever she liked but that wasn’t the game she was playing. She was after something else -- a wealth of her own.
Helena half a lot of money to burn, to the point that she was fairly frivolous with it. A woman with that much wealth shouldn’t hold onto it for long. That was Agnes’ play. She worked to get close with the woman and was not only a bedroom playmate but a trusted confidant. Because of that, the two were going on a trip together. All around Europe, Africa, Asia, and some of the more exotic places. Agnes would be showered with gifts and precious things beyond her imagination, and all she had to do was manage the feline mutant’s touch.
But Agnes had her own plans. She was already fairly trusted and all it would take was the perfect opportunity to knock off the old broad and gain a vast amount of the fortune herself. It was a simple plan and one she could easily pull off. She just had to deal with Helena’s rather crass mannerisms for a bit longer.
“Ooooh, are you excited for our little trip, my pet?” Helena purred, running a hand across her graying whiskers.
Agnes pouted and smiled back, biting her full bottom lip. ”Of course, my darling,” she muttered, reaching over and running her hand over the womans’ thicker frame. ”Can’t wait to be all yours in Paris.”
The two were all smiles as they slipped out of the elevator, Agnes slipped away from another inappropriate grab as they made their way outside of the hotel and towards a waiting limousine. However, as soon as Agnes reached for the door, one hand holding onto her phone, she stopped at the sound of a loud commotion. Her head snapped to the side as she watched several people running, someone screaming about a gun, causing complete pandemonium.
Wings fluttering, Agnes took off into the open air and fluttered as high as she could, attempting to get a better eye on what was happening. However, before she could see anything, there was a sudden pain in her thigh. Looking down, she spotted the syringe and the feathered end of it. Confused she pulled it over, angrily crushing it in her hand. What was this?
A growl on her lips, her head whipped around to discover what happened when she suddenly started to feel a bit lightheaded. Floating down, her vision grew blurry, her head swam, and she landed with a thud in a nearby alley. And that was when the pain suddenly ripped throughout her body. She struggled to breathe, gripping onto the walls and feeling her legs shaking out from under her. Before she knew it, she fell into a heap into the ground and welcomed the blackness that swept over her mind.
***
She took a sharp breath. Her eyes were blurry, trying to focus, and as she looked up she saw that she was someplace she didn’t recognize. Blue eyes moved from left to right, looking upon the familiar sight of the alley walls. She was used to a sight like that, but why was she here? She lived at the mansion. Sitting up, she winced, her body sore, and unwilling to cooperate. But she pushed through until she was standing.
Agnes looked down, staring at her clothing, a pantsuit that didn’t seem quite her size and a very low cut blazer with no shirt underneath. She blushed and pulled the lapels closer, trying to hide how much bare skin was showing. This was wrong. Something was very, very wrong here.
Bzzz!! she jumped, feeling for the phone in her pocket. Pulling it out, she briefly marveled at its slickness and tapped the screen. Something was wrong. The year was wrong. Why was it saying 2019? It was 2011, wasn’t it? She needed help. After spending several moments tapping on options, she finally found one for the phone and dialed the only number she could think of…
...Jasmine. Jasmine would help her. They just had that amazing date. Maybe she would be able to tell her what was going on.
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