Lola And A Trip Down Memory Lane - Part 2
[CHICAGO - 26 July 2009 - 12:40 Am]
Black Cat sighs in irritation scowling at her burning temp-hideout. She pockets her phone and turns to leave the area. "Ow!" She flinches and slaps a hand on the back of her neck, she pulls her hand back and sees a dead bee on her palm. "What the fuck!? A bee?" She frowns confused and starts looking around for any other bee. "God I hope I don't turn into some superpowered bee," She shudders just thinking about it.
[30 Minutes Later]
"So you got your hideout torched again?" This here is Lola and she actually was a showgirl...No shit really a showgirl. She's around 25 years old and has a killer bod, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She's dressed in a form-fitting khaki shirt, blue jeans that make her ass just pop, and sandals...Oh and she wears glasses. We're currently in her kitchen, with some of her cats lazying around. "One--it was my new hideout. Two--blown up, not torched, and three--yes," Black Cat lists with her fingers while petting one of the cats. Lola's been my fence and great intel woman for a couple of years now, and she's also my best friend or like an older sister I never had. "Why not just use my house as a hideout?" Lola asks gesturing with her free hand taking a sip from her coffee.
"Thanks but no," Black Cat yawns shaking her head. "What's wrong with my place?" Lola asks offended. "Do you really want me to stash all the shit I steal here?" Black Cat asks tilting her head. "Well no. But what's with the judgment? I know it's not all Martha Stewart'ed up in this joint, but considering your hideout is now a crater, I wouldn't think you'd be casting aspersions," Lola rants shrugging her shoulders.
"But seriously...You okay?" Lola asks concerned. "I'm fine," Black Cat says dismissing her concerns with a tight smile. "Someone just tried to kill you again, Felicia. You're pretty far from fine," Lola frowns taking a sip from her coffee. "I'm coming to you for help, aren't I?" Black Cat sighs running a hand through her platinum blonde hair. "Yes. But I'm not sure I'm giving you the help you really need...Maybe I should call..." Black Cat cuts her off with a cold glare as Lola is about to reach for her phone. "You call him and I'll go someplace else for help," Black Cat says coldly. Lola looks at her with a pained expression and then sighs in resignation, "Okay,"
"A cleaning crew I know at the Hotel Belle Monico told me that the Penthouse is going to be empty for two weeks. The Brazillian millionaires who own it are going to be in Italy. Or they might be Italian millionaires who are in Brazil...Anyway if you're quiet you can use it as a hideout," Lola smirks taking a sip from her coffee. "Love it. Thank you, Lola," Black Cat smiles giving her a hug. "And I found a lead on that 'Guy' you're looking for," Lola grins hugging her back. "Oh, where?"
"Is you're Russian up to snuff?" Lola asks tilting her head back to look at Black Cat. "Da," Black Cat says nuzzling her neck playfully.
[1 Hour Later]
This is the Igvene Clan. Russian Mob. They have worked very hard to establish a foothold in Chicago. And they like to relax. When I say "relax", I mean book a suite, order a whole sorority of prostitutes, and get blind. These guys tend to get chatty when they drink. They make sure the escorts don't speak Russian. This way they can unwind. But I know Russian. So, I'll be tending the bar and listening. "
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A redhead with shoulder-length hair, blue-tinted square glasses, a white bow tie, a white sleeveless blouse, and a black leather skirt with black heels stands by the bar eavesdropping on the conversation. She smirks as she prepares a drink for the two drunken men. He's got that right. If this wall hanging of a Russian pony should go missing, I'm gonna guess someone would pay a lot to get it back. The redhead serves the two drunken men and surveys the suite looking for her target. She excuses herself from the bar when she sees the target walk into the male restroom.
She unbuttons her blouse revealing her beautifully perky c-cup breasts covered in a red lace bra and her toned flat stomach. She enters the men's restroom and locks the door behind her. She leans seductively against the wall by the sinks and purrs coquettishly getting the target's attention, "Hi,". The target startles missing the urinal and glares, "The hell--?...Vhat are you doing in here? I am trying to--," He finishes pissing and zips his pants, and turns looking at the redhead. "Vait, you are bartender, right?" He asks looking her over and then blatantly staring at her tits. He walks to the sink to clean his hands.
"I am. But I have many other skills," The redhead says suggestively and walks toward the man with a sway of her hips and stops in front of him. "Vell. You should know... I am not easily impressed," The man says smirking as he places a hand on her hip. "Good. I like a challenge." The redhead purrs leaning in as if to kiss the man. Then before the man can even process what's happening his face is smashed into the ceramic counter of the sink breaking it. His head is pulled back and he is kneed in the face, blood and a few of his teeth flying everywhere.
"Now I'm only gonna ask you once. Where is Louis Ferryman," The redhead says coldly glaring at the man. "W-who?" The man says disoriented holding onto his bleeding nose and mouth. The redhead slashes him across the face with her sharp claws, "Wrong answer,". The man screams in pain covering his bloody face, "I-i don-nt know,". The redhead sighs grabbing the back of his head by the hair and yanking his head upwards and slashes him again across the face, "Try again,"
"H-he's always at the Moffat Building on the veekends. Like clockwork," The man says cowering away from the women covering his bleeding face. "Thanks..." The redhead says sweetly crouching down in front of him and then slashes his throat. "Can't let him know I'm after him sorry..." She watches as the man slumps to the floor his blood pooling by his neck. She looks to the door hearing a commotion outside the restroom. "Guess my time is up,"
She pulls off her wig revealing short platinum blonde hair and walks into one of the stalls and stands on the toilet seat and reaches up to remove a panel from the ceiling. She reaches in and takes out her gear, "I can't believe I lost my holographic disguise chip...Reds gonna be pissed," She says removing her bartender clothes and putting on her Black Cat suit.
Black Cat burst out of the restroom blasting the door off its hinges and smashing into two mobsters that were about to open it. She speed-vaults over a sofa and kicks the mobster sitting there in the back of the head knocking him out. She leans back dodging a punch and slashes another mobster across the face with her claws. She rushes at a mobster standing by the door and flying-knees him in the chest breaking open the door. She runs down the hallway, dodging bullets wheezing past her, and escapes from the angered mobsters.
[Later At The Hotel Belle Monico]
Black Cat is sitting still suited up in the living room of the Penthouse, Lola had told her about. She sits near the floor-to-ceiling windows watching the magnificent skyline. "I'm just gonna take a little cat nap and get back home before mom notices I'm gone," She sighs stretching her body and lies down on the carpeted floor closing her eyes.
[Flash Back]
[MANHATTAN - 17 April 2019 - 01:21 Pm]
Felicia's long black hair was tied in a ponytail, she was wearing black sunglasses, a black choker, and an open black leather biker jacket over a red low-cut v-neck shirt showing off a bit of cleavage, form-fitting black ripped jeans to show off her amazing ass, and black heeled boots. She strolls through Central Park on the lookout for the silver-haired hottie that she has seen on numerous occasions reading smut or doujinshis on his phone by a park bench.
The reason she knows what his been reading is the one time she got curious about what it was that had him so engaged that he basically ignored everything and everyone around him. She had walked casually behind his bench and peaked at his screen, only to see some hardcore doujinshi porn. She was at first shocked and amazed that he would read that so brazenly without giving two shits who saw, and thought that he might have a fetish for reading porn in public and getting off on it. But she was proven wrong when she once saw him wearing sweatpants and didn't even see a hint of a boner.
She had spent the last few days observing him and after deliberating had decided to finally try and talk to him to see if he was as interesting as he seemed and hopefully get a date out of him.
She walked up to his bench and stood in front of him and greeted him with a teasing, "Good Afternoon Kakashi-sensei,". He slowly looked up from his phone and his eyes roamed up to hers and he blink once looking blankly at her. "You know Kakashi from Naruto because he reads porn openly..." She explained at his blank look. "Oh sorry...I know what you meant I was just caught off guard," He says with a nervous chuckle. "May I?" She asks gesturing to the seat next to him. "Oh yeah sure," He says after a while of looking at her with an incredulous expression.
"My name is Felicia by the way," She sits down next to him and introduces herself holding out her hand. "Oh like the Black Cat?" He perks up and shakes her hand. "Yes like the Black Cat," She smiles amused. "Oh I'm Jayson with a Y," He says sheepishly scratching his neck. "So Jayson with a Y. How's your day been so far?" She asks slightly shifting her body on the bench so she's facing him. "My day's been great, so far," He says taking a glance at his phone and then closing it and putting it in his pants pockets.
"Oh you don't have to," She says when he pockets his phone. "You don't think it's weird?" He asks confused and then takes out his phone again. "Well at first I thought you were some dude that gets his rocks off reading porn in public..." She says honestly. "And now...?" He says slowly with a light frown. "Now you're someone interesting that I would like to get to know," She shrugs. He looks at her with an unreadable expression, "You're weird,"
"What?" She asks with a disbelieving laugh. "You're talking to me," He shrugs and goes back to reading his porn. "How does that make me weird?" She asks confused not understanding. "Well most people would ignore the pervert reading porn in a public park," He says giving her a side glance. "Well I'm not like most people and like I said you're interesting," She says leaning a bit on his shoulder to see what his reading. "So how's this going to go?" He asks abruptly turning his head to look at her. "How's what going to go?" She asks tilting her head.
"You coming to talk to me...Is it a trying-to-make-an-interesting friend type of talk or a trying-to-get a date with an interesting person type of talk," He explains staring at her. "...The second one," She says a blush on her face. He looks at her for a moment and then stands up stretches his back and then holds out his hand to her. "Come on," She looks at his hand and then up at his face, "Just like that?" She asks with a confused smile. "You're cute, and you have been stalking me for a few days now and I have always wanted to go out with a cute stalker," He says with a teasing grin. "I-i was not stalking you," She says flustered getting up and taking his hand in hers.
"Right," He says dryly still grinning at her. "Whatever," She huffs and rolls her eyes a small smile on her face.