#######Author's Note#######
After the altercation with R'Vindr, Ketna did not hear much from either party. Xerxes is the first to break the silence by inviting her to listen in on a deal he was making that she may find interesting. With the caveat that she serve as his escort to listen in on the talk without suspicion.
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Ever since the altercation with R'Vindr, contact with either of them had been mostly quiet. R'Vindr she felt had good reason to withdraw from her, Xerxes she suspected was sulking. She figured the next time she heard from him. What she didn't expect was a vague order.
The text read simply:
'Escorts here are boring tonight. Heaven's Gate on 5th, VIP booth 2.'
No further explanation or reason provided. Ketna answered the demand with an appropriately terse response.
'Why'
The next time the phone notified her, Ketna was greeted with a dark but clear image of Xerxes dick erect between the open fly of his pants. No doubt taken in the club he was referring to. Idly she noted this was the first time he had sent her a dick pic and she surmised this would be far from the last.
'And that's supposed to entice me, how?'
The next response was quick.
'You know you want this. Get over here so I can split you open on my cock.'
Ketna responded just as quickly.
'No thanks.'
For a minute, her text hung with no reply. Knowing he likely wouldn't take no for an answer she waited for the eventual prying. In two minutes, her suspicions were validated.
'Got a meeting in 20 min to discuss territory and resources for a new gene therapy operation. Would be a shame if someone were to listen in.'
Ketna read over the text a few times and groaned. This was actually a good reason to show up. Since word had circulated about her vigilante identity being alive again there was more effort to keep communication in forms that weren't as easily scraped. Direct information gathering would provide the best results. With a heavy sigh, she composed her response.
'Fine. I'll get there as soon as I can.'
Xerxes' reply back was entirely too quick, as though he had composed it while he waited for her to respond.
'Better be quick, not going to hold negotiations just for you. Wear a skirt and heels, no full masks. Try not to cover up too much.'
As much as she begrudged it, it was advice she had to take into consideration to look the part of an escort Xerxes would have requested with his given reputation. She got up to sort through her attire for what would be suitable for a club, and Xerxes. When she returned to her phone there was another message waiting for her.
'Don't bother wearing any panties, you won't need them.'
Ketna rolled her eyes and ignored the demand.
Luckily enough Ketna wasn't particularly embroiled in anything serious and was able to change into something more club appropriate quickly enough. She was familiar with the club Xerxes referred to and though she arrived quickly enough it was still past the twenty minutes Xerxes stated. Finding the VIP section was easy enough, the side where the entrances were situated were lined with clear signage and very obvious guards and restrictions at every door.
The booth itself was remarkably soundproof, she couldn't hear even muffled speaking from outside and Xerxes' voice was the type to carry.
"Xerxes invited me." Ketna announced to the bouncer outside.
The woman gave Ketna a once over before leaning back to the door, a window parted on the door, showing Xerxes and his guest inside. Ketna could see Xerxes make a motion for her to be let inside and the bouncer complied. The door slid open swiftly, and once Ketna passed the threshold, it shut just as swiftly behind her.
"Bout time." Xerxes announced.
As soon as she was an arm's length away, Xerxes snagged Ketna by the arm and pulled her back onto his lap.
"How's about you get my cock out and start workin' on it with those thighs of yours." As Xerxes gave his instruction, his hands slid up Ketna's thighs and under her skirt, pausing at the band at her hips. "Thought I told you, you weren't gonna need this." His voice was irritated at her blatant disregard for his instructions.
"This way you can slip them off yourself." Ketna responded coyly.
Xerxes grumbled, but slipped the underwear over her hips while Ketna's hands worked at his fly.
The man opposite the booth was seated upright and dressed confidently, he snorted watching the blatant display unfold.
"Is my proposition really that dull?" The man sounded more humored than offended.
"Done this enough times I know the routine. Feelin' like havin' a little fun in the meantime." Xerxes stuffed the newly removed garment into a pocket before motioning to the booth's door. "Why not get something for yourself? Go on out, pick out an escort if you want, my treat. Get a nut in and clear your head before you say something stupid."