#######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."
The man held up a hand in refusal. "As generous an offer as that is, I'd rather not. Can't say I can maintain the same.. focus.. As you can."
"Yeah not many can." Xerxes gave a self-satisfied chuckle.
All the while, Ketna was handling Xerxes' dick positioning herself to wrap her thighs around it. She squeezed her thighs against it, moving them slowly against his length, feeling his erection stiffen from her touch. She managed a few passes with her thighs before Xerxes stopped her.
"C'mon now, don't be shy, sweetheart. Grind that little pussy of yours on my cock. It'll slide real nice between your thighs when you get it all wet with your slick." Xerxes pressed a hand against her hip to emphasize his expectation.
With reluctance but without argument, Ketna adjusted her position. She braced his dick with her hand and tilted her hips to meet it. She felt his shaft between her lips and squeezed her thighs around it to secure her place. She braced her hands against his thighs and slowly shifted her hips back and forth, sliding her lips and thighs down his shaft. She suppressed any noise she was impulsed to make when she slid back down, feeling its contact gently slide against her.
"See, ain't that better?" Xerxes teased against her ear.
With a grunt Xerxes relaxed himself against the back of the seat and motioned to the salesman.
"Now, gettin' back to the matter at hand. I provide the facility, enforcement, and procure some equipment, you provide the service and run the operation itself." Xerxes recounted what was discussed previously. "Seems simple enough, but I already got a few different gene therapy services set up, so what is it you're offering that's so special?"
"What your services currently offer are cosmetic techniques." The man corrected. "Which is all well and good but severely limited in opportunity. Once the appropriate equipment is secure, I have the means of providing the kind of treatment you only hear about in theory. What I will be able to provide is top of the line military grade physical enhancement. The type of stuff that anyone is willing to pay top dollar for, and could even be a boon to any organics on your own force looking for an edge."
Ketna prevented herself from scoffing at the terminology, not wanting to give away she was aware of the absurdity of the claim. Thinking about the absurdity of the claim did help keep her focus.
"Really?" Xerxes didn't sound as though he was buying the pitch. "You happen to have those 'enhancements' right now. I wanna see what it is you're trying to sell me."
"Oh not right now, and not me, no." He held up his hands in protest then straightened his lapel. "Seeing as I'm the forward facing identity of the operation, there's a certain amount of normality I need to uphold in order to prevent suspicion."
"So you come to me with this proposition and nothing to show for it?" Xerxes' voice was strained from the continued stimulation, but not enough to mask his annoyance.
"Of course not- " The salesman procured a tablet, which he sat on the table in the middle of the room, propping it up for Xerxes to see. "I have a series of demonstrations so you can see for yourself exactly what my procedures can accomplish and why it would be very valuable to facilitate." On it was a video that began to play with a tap on the screen.
The video played through a series of clips, a lab environment that presented the same subject showing feats of strength and endurance. What the subject could achieve was certainly the upper limits of human strength with a certain amount of ease that could be recognized as unnatural of the effort and build of the subject. However, they were still well below the limits of what Ketna was capable of. It was something to be concerned of to prevent before they figured out how to improve it, but not anything that was alarming.
Ketna attempted to focus on what was being displayed in an attempt to catch anything that was awry, but Xerxes had slipped one of his hands through the side of her dress causing her more distraction than she was already experiencing. Fingers cupped the underside of her breast, sweeping up, it only took a few of his fingers to envelop it completely. He continued to toy with her breast idly while watching the display, sliding fingers back and forth. Much to her dismay, it was causing the arousal caused from her own grinding to strengthen. She managed to keep herself from making any noise, but her labored breath was. At least Xerxes' breathing appeared to have a rhythm to match, she hoped this meant he wouldn't be much longer.
"This is, of course, not our upper limit, but once you're able to procure the additional equipment we'll be able to achieve much higher feats of strength and endurance. I'm certain you can see the value in that. As long as you do your part to keep the federal government from catching a hint of what's going on, it should be exceptionally lucrative for both of us."
"Problem with a video is that any a'that can be fake." Xerxes took a deep, comfortable breath, subtly rocking his hips. "You really think I'd be naive enough to buy that?" He added.
