"Eve, quit being a bitch," Villanelle said, and with that, the tall, curvy young Russian assassin slapped the hell out of her favorite tall, mature Asian female spy catcher. When Villanelle slapped Eve, something inside of Eve snapped. The smart, savvy Asian gal is quite good at her job and adaptable, but once upon a time, she used to be a real pushover. No more. With a rage that startled them both, Eve slapped Villanelle back, and threw the younger woman against the wall...
"Shut the fuck up, Villanelle," Eve said, and there was a dangerous light in her brown eyes. Villanelle looked at Eve, who looked so damn angry, and downright gorgeous. When Eve slapped her back, something happened inside Villanelle's cunning, twisted mind. The world's top assassin has killed a lot of people, and she is a cunning, vicious sociopath, but everyone has their kink. Villanelle's kink involves finding a real pushover of a woman, and turning said woman into her own personal dominatrix.
"Do that again, Miss Polastri," Villanelle said with a wicked grin, and when Eve froze, she sighed with disappointment. Eve stared at Villanelle, who looked wild, and dangerous, but there was also a spooked softness on her lovely face. Eve watched as Villanelle got on her knees, and kissed her foot. This surprised the hell out of Eve, who was used to seeing her favorite quarry ruthlessly dominating every situation she found herself in. Villanelle is nothing short of devilish, that's why Eve loves her...
"What are you doing, Villanelle?" Eve asked, and Villanelle sighed, wondering why the Asian MILF was so damn obtuse. Villanelle is a young woman with mommy issues who kills for fun and found her way into a club of elite assassins. She's drawn to unavailable women, often of a certain age. It doesn't take Sigmund Freud to figure out that Villanelle is a rebellious young woman who's attracted to the power and authority of older women. Of course, Eve is a special kind of stupid, the kind that comes with being highly educated and overly competent at her day job...
"Whatever you want, Miss Polastri," Villanelle said, and she once more licked Eve's foot. When Eve reached for Villanelle's face, the young woman shrank back almost in fear. Eve looked at Villanelle, and suddenly understanding dawned on her. Villanelle is tall, beautiful, seductive, ruthless and remorseless. She is the ultimate predator. The kind of assassin that even a serial killer would be scared to meet. Still, Villanelle cannot bring herself to kill Eve, even after Eve stabbed her during an intimate moment. Why is that?
"Villanelle, ahem, why are you acting so submissive?" Eve asked hesitantly, and Villanelle flashed her beloved friend/enemy her trademark psycho grin. Villanelle leapt to her feet, and reached for Eve, a snarl on her face. This time, Eve was ready. The Asian gal grabbed the Russian assassin's hands and twisted them behind her back. A look of pure joy filled Villanelle's face. As Eve overpowered her, Villanelle felt a wetness begin between her legs.
"I'm not acting submissive, Miss Polastri, I am submissive, your submissive," Villanelle said, and she tried to throw her head back, to smash Eve's nose. With keen reflexes honed through a lifetime of spy catching, Eve twisted her head out of the way, and threw Villanelle against the wall, hard enough to hurt her. Villanelle cried out in pain, and Eve, who saw through her bullshit, proceeded to punch her and kick her. Once more, Villanelle fell to her knees. She looked up at Eve, a pleading expression on her lovely face...
"You're serious, aren't you? You want me to be your dominant in some of kind of 50 Shades of Grey scenario," Eve said, shaking her head. Once more Villanelle sprang at her, and Eve punched her in the face, dropping her. Villanelle lay on the ground, outside of the wintertime warehouse where she'd gone to hide. Eve stood over Villanelle, looking gorgeous and strong and powerful, which is what Villanelle always wanted...
