Working for the big companies and families was a good gig, as the monthly check-up on Tesen's bank account had risen from twelve million credits to 24 million after the last successful job. Sure, he has to wait a few months, the longest being a year, to get paid, but the money is good enough that Tesen can wait patiently and observe his handiwork. Usually from a large distance over a personal computer while he spends his days in the tropics, but sometimes he sticks around to see the effects firsthand.
Tesen's job was one of espionage and sabotage. For the right price, he brought down influential families from the inside. His employers usually remark that his species was born for this kind of job but Tesen just figured it was easier to live that way.
Just now, he had been lounging on Earth, far away from his homeworld, when his commlink beeped on his wrist. He never left it off of his person just for the following reason: another job. Water ran down his black skin, making it glisten in the sun while his sinuous tail flicked to send droplets flying. Nobody was there to observe the nude luzarian on the private slice of beach he bought himself in the Caribbeans as he flicked at the bracelet commlink on his forearm to activate the display.
The blue hologram flickered into life and was reflected in Tesen's large and deep purple eyes while the message popped up into view. As per usual, the message was sent over dozens of proxies with at least one dummy company sitting behind them. The ID for the sender of the message was encrypted as well. Tesen didn't really care as he himself is hidden behind tons of aliases, encryption and other data safety.
Tesen had an application 'format' that the would-be employer was required to fill out and send to him with the most important detail being the amount of money they are willing to give him for the job. That is where the alien's eyes went to check out first before everything else.
Six million. By the price, Tesen assumed it was against a smaller company or family, but he had to check out the target. As he scrolled down, a picture came into view. A petulant look met Tesen's own impassive one. Human, barely of legal age and possibly gene-modded. The feminine looks while born a male is always good sign for in-womb modification.
The perfect child in their parent's eyes. Tesen snorted. The picture had the boy looking petulant in high definition on some tropical beach while his lithe body is bare except for the skin-tight trunks he was wearing. His purple hair was messed up and those green eyes stared almost angrily straight into the camera while he had his skinny arms folded in front of his chest.
Nothing that Tesen couldn't handle. As always, he read up the additional information before heading back inside, plomping into his armchair and got to work.
After a few days of negotiating price, acquiring data and getting ready, Tesen took the first super sonic flight to the cosmopolitan and corporate Meca of the Eastern Seaboard, New York.
New York's skyline has overshadowed the Statue of Liberty with its seemingly endless skyscrapers as Tesen's plane thundered into view. The sky was clean as the thousands of monolithic buildings recycled the air over and over again, leaving only puffy clouds to coalesce around them like cushions. Tesen could have an even better view of the technological marvel that was built on top of the rudimentary and ancient remains of the previous New York before the plane initiated the dampening sequence.
Once it got to a slow and easy landing speed did Tesen get to see through the glass canopy of the plane the full might of modern technology. The skyscrapers built out of glass as strong as concrete, giving the workers a grand view of their surroundings and light. Soon it all faded out of view as the canopy of the plane turned opaque while it gently rolled up onto the landing strip.
Tesen exited the plane first from 1st class, passing by others as he stepped onto the tarmac. Luzarians weren't a rare sight to see on Earth but they stood out amongst the other, more varied, species, with their human-like appearance.
They walked on two digitgrade legs and had two arms with a fairly human face except for the larger-than-usual eyes. Spine-like extensions grew out of their heads, usually inaccurately called horns by other species, and had an almost black skin colour. Humanity always had its fetishes and xenophilia, aqnd Luzarians checked a lot of their boxes. Which made Tesen's job that much easier.
His target lived with his family in the rural edges of New York in nothing other than a four story mansion for each family member. Born to a hand-picked trophy wife and VP of a medium-sized corp, Jason had a bright future in fashion design, at least that's what fashion magazines that had photo shoots with him in his own clothes had to say about it.
Perusing the many pictures of the boy he managed to find left him pent up and eager to get on with the job but he had to meet up with his team. They should be arriving soon.
This led him and his taxi to the less savoury parts of the city, where crime and deviancy is left rampant. It was a whole other world the moment you descended down from the high plateau that the corps protect and enter the wild lands. The heavy hover car Tesen was in was specifically designed and armored for this and the driver was more of a soldier than a standard driver. He had an assault rifle in the seat beside him, locked and loaded.
The taxi meter racked up the bill and when they finally reached the spot, Tesen had to cough up a couple of thousand credits. With a flourish, he inserted his cred stick into the slot in front of him and the meter dinged as a female voice chimed out 'Payment successful!'
The driver tipped his hat, after all, the meter transfers a good percentage to the driver's own pay check as hazard pay, when Tesen noticed a young human girl sucking off a Rezer's cock. He then pulled out a hundred credits and gave it to the driver.
"Thanks for the ride. Have some fun." And with that he stepped out of the taxi. The neon and LED lights were still off but some had to have them on at 6 PM as the sun set behind the enormous skyline. So was the bar sign flickering on a crumbling brick building that dated back to the first Xeno riots.
The windows at the front were covered with black tarp and the door was, too. But the young Luzarian girl dressed in skimpy clothes and standing in front beside the door said that it's far from closed. She was busy smoking, having only given him a glance before going back to listening to music thundering in her ears.
Tesen could hear the rapid beats, the screeching of electronics, and chuckled as he approached.
"If you want your dick sucked, get in line with the bitch across the street." She said tersely and Tesen chuckled again.
"The way you're dressed, I'd say you suck dicks, too." He said with a laugh. It is hard to tell if she's blushing or not, but Tesen could read her flustered tail. And he wasn't wrong. She had a dark red tube top that held her breasts up, tight cut-off jean shorts and hot-pink sneakers. It wasn't rare for a whore to dress comfortably for working.
"Well, I don't." She shot back, glaring back at Tesen who simply had a smirk on his face.
He looked her over. She was about eighteen but already dressing in such revealing. She has barely grown her first spines. One could see everything in the wilds. "How much to change your mind?"
Her purple eyes looked down and then back up at his face. "Not enough to afford me."
