You're Always Late!

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric sat on a large comfortable couch stretching the length of his office. To the right of him was a large pane of glass, and to the left was the same, though with the stark different of being tinted completely black. That was the side that looked into the office building itself, or usually did. Today he had decided to keep it black. Instead he laid back down against the couch, his head resting against the back of it with his sunglasses still in place.

He smiled slightly, though his eyes were closed.

Most of his job he found was now waiting. He simply sat around and waited for people to get the job done. That was what running a major corporation like Blas-Tech was apparently all about. Waiting. It was incredibly boring, but it was also somewhat satisfying.

“Oh dear god where is she?” Alric asked himself out loud as he checked his chrono. He gazed it at for a few moments, then let his arm dropped. His eyes drifted over towards the massive pane of glass. There was the land of Coruscant, the massively huge expanse that seemed to go on for ever. Skyscrappers stretched forever, and Alric found himself questioning why in god he was here.

Perhaps he should move Blas-Tech to someplace more scenic.

Some place more...fun.

He frowned slightly, then looked at his chrono again.

The chrono read 13:59.

Of course he realized that she wasn't actually late. She never was.

 

[Xochilt]

Click, click, click, click.

The sound of black pumps led the voluptuous Zeltron into the office. That tight pencil skirt and fitted dark gray blouse did wonders for the imagination. Around her neck, a small black pearl necklace accented her cleavage almost as if it were a border of small ships protecting her neckline from her imposing breasts. Snow white hair, bright red skin, and vibrant orange eyes amidst the sea of humans was enough to cause her to stand out. But that was fine, in fact, XoChitl relished it. It was absolutely divine.

Her psychological profile would deem her quite ambitious, arrogant, and manipulative. After all, she used whatever means necessary to get her to this position and she was itching to prove it.

"My how time passes by," she coo'd to [member="Alric Kuhn"], a wolfish grin dribbling across vermillion lips.

"Miss me, bao bay?" she'd purr out the Zeltron endearment in a honeyed voice, striding straight towards him.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="XoChitl"]

His eyes snapped open as he heard that soft enticing voice. His head slowly swiveled over towards where the door in the black tinted office was, finding exactly the woman he had been looking for standing there.

She was dressed rather enticingly, as she usually was. Her eyes were striking, and her hair seemed to flutter slightly even as she stood in place. There was an odd hint of something around her, likely those pheromones that her species was famed for. Alric had no idea if they ever effected him, though his mind seemed to be a little bit more at ease whenever she was running about him. Maybe that was because she did her job so well.

Or it was those tricky little pheromones.

It hard to tell really.

“Like a flower misses the sun.” Alric said, not moving from his position on the lavish sofa. Instead he motioned her over to take a seat. Whether she sat in the small chair opposite him, or snuggled up against his shoulder didn't really matter. Xo had gotten the job done, and now all she had to do was fill him in.

Pulling the glasses from his face, Alric looked at her expectantly.

 

[Xochilt]

Xo was the perfect vision of carefully checked stoic amusement at [member="Alric Kuhn"]'s remark. An empty chair stood in front of her, and she carefully and gracefully draped herself in it. Perfectly smooth crimson legs crossed as she stared at the man with a nonchalant expression, though an underlying tone of mysterious feminine guile hovered over the Zeltron.

"My my.. I get to see your pretty blue eyes." she'd say with husky drawl. A hand slipped into her pocket taking out a slender silver case.

"I just might faint!" She purred out, sending a tendril of pheromones that enhanced her sex appeal. A flick of her thumb and she carefully plucked a thin cigarra from it's depths. A snap and it was shut.

"You do so know how to treat a girl." That dazzling smile grew wider. A lighter appeared next and she gave every intention of lighting up right then and there. Oh she was pushing buttons, testing borders. It was a game. It was always a game.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="XoChitl"]

His head became fuzzy for a moment, and Alric reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. The scent of the cigarra entering his nostrils with a mix of pheromones. Maybe they did effect him after all.

It was like taking a hit of some sort of wild spice.

Alric shook his head, then finally raised his head to look her directly in the eyes. Most of the cuts and nicks on his face were now gone, the black eye was almost entirely healed and the large cut on his lips had completely disappeared. He was almost back to his usually handsome self, and he shot the cigarra in her hand a look.

“Darling.” Alric said very seriously. “Those will kill you one day.”

He didn't mention that Kuhn Consolidated held a very large stock percentage in exactly the brand that she was smoking, but that hardly mattered. He took a certain amount of pleasure in being able to control himself and not standing up and ravaging her in that chair. It took a great bit of self control, especially with that husky smooth voice of hers. “How will I treat you right if that happens?”

Back and forth.

Though the back part was getting a bit hard with his head swelling.

 

[Xochilt]

A perfectly manicured white brow arched just as she perched her current vice between the fullness of her lips. The tip glowed bright as she took a slow and steady drag, her head tilting slightly to the right, orange eyes studying Alric. She weighed possible responses, observed how he reacted to her pheromones, to the carsunum laced smoke. What she saw had the corners of her mouth upturned slightly, then doubled as if mildly amused by the statement that her vice would kill her one day.

Perfect. Her mask was perfect.

"Mmm, will you come with me then? We'll go out with a bang!" oh she was heavily amused by this. "You'll like that right, bao bay? "

She took another slow provocative drag, getting a lungful of the spice laced smoke and getting that heady high. Smoke went flowing in a steady stream straight to him.

"Going out with a bang."

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric simply sat in place. Luckily for him he had a rather high tolerance for substances, so while the myriad of chemicals swam all around him he managed to keep a perfectly straight face, half smile nearly hidden by the scruff of his facial hair. He looked at her, taking in the richness of her body, her skin.

She would have been quite a treat.

“I would love to my little pink rose, but I'm afraid there's work to be done.” How he managed to concentrate with the urges rushing through him was rather difficult to tell. It helped that most of his time was spent in underground clubs surrounded by chemicals and intoxicants of all sorts. “After all, If I don't do it, who will?”

He enjoyed these little games with her.

She would try to ensnare him, trap him, and he would have to focus. It was like a puzzle, getting his mind to think right. Oddly, whenever she left his company he forgot all about the ravaging effects that she had on his body.

Maybe because it was so pleasant. “We'll just have to keep going until we hit that natural end.”

I'm going to outlive you by decades. Alric through to himself, it was the only clear thought he'd had since she walked through that door.

 

[Xochilt]

"A natural end?" both alabaster brows would arch high in amusement. "How dull."

She'd lean forward, giving him a rather delicious view of that plunging neckline, the black pearl necklace a guiding frame for the eyes to feast upon. "Where is the fun in that?"

"Improvisation, Alric." A curl of blue-white smoke rose from her cigarette, the spicy scent mixing in a heady combination of her pheromones. "I like improvising. It's like experimenting with sex. Makes things exciting. Gives me a lot of pleasure." She blinked passively, while throatily continuing, painting a picture. "Getting the information you need to make Blast-Tech private gave me alot of pleasure."

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric raised an eyebrow as she showed him a bit of her goods.

“Well, I'm glad I could provide that for you.” His voice was still even, still smooth. The sense of control he showed, that was the victory he was gaining. Whenever she won, he would falter, whenever he won, he would stay strong. It was a fun game, one that was intense enough to make Alric sit up at night from remembering the particular harsh bouts of it.

“I'm sure before were done, you'll experience all sorts of new pleasures.” He smiled at her, a calm smoothing smile, though behind his eyes there was a certain sense of strain.

It would be so easy to...

No.

“I assume then, little dove.” His eyes turned to her cleavage for a second then to her own. “That you got what I needed?”

 

[Xochilt]

"All sorts of new pleasures?"

That smile turned into a devious grin, replying just before he continued on. Oh she noticed the slight tension at the corner of his eyes, it went beyond She would lean back in her chair, an alabaster brow rising as she locked her gaze upon the new owner of Blast-Tech.

"Exactly what did you have in mind Alric?" She replied coyly, orange eyes glittering with challenge.

The knowing grin was back, as was a new wave of pheromones.

"Mmm... I got what you need." she purred out, a stream of smoke flowing from her crimson lips. "Right here." her smile widened to a provocative grin, her gaze unwavering. What she said next would make one wonder if she meant the mission he sent her for. "You ever done undercover work?"

Or did she?

It was then that it happened. Slowly, deliberately, she uncrossed her left leg from her right. Her legs parted as her foot was placed on the floor, baring the Zeltron's delights as she flashed the business tycoon. Her right leg followed and slowly crossed over her left as she changed positions. A smug smile lingered on her lips, as her legs caressed each other in a teasing display.

"It's nice."

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Very easy.

So easy.

Too easy.

He couldn't lose the game again. He'd lost last time. She was good, there was no doubt about that, and the alluring scent of her was thick within Alrics head. He wanted to lose the game. He really did. Yet a voice in the back of his mind told him that this time he would not, this time he would stay strong.

When her legs slowly parted, and his eyes cast down, he knew she was trying extra hard today.

That made him want to try harder, made him want to win. Ambition was the delight of Kings and Emperors, and Alric had enough ambition to rule seven Empires. He drove that ambition into the game, into winning. His heart raced in his chest, his veins popped beneath the tight collar of his shirt, and his body seemed to thrum with desire, but somehow his body managed to stay in place, keeping Xo in her chair instead of up against a nearby wall.

“Undercover? Why Xo, you know I work under the covers whenever I can.” A silly joke, but the smoothness of his voice somehow allowed him to maintain some dignity.

 

[Xochilt]

XoChitl gave [member="Alric Kuhn"] pleasant smile, giving nothing about her thoughts other than amused indifference. Crimson legs rubbed against each other provocatively; sex and guile in her tone. He was getting to his straining point. She could tell; practically taste it.

All about the game, baby. And she won this little gig more often than not. Seeing him attempt a measure of calm and control was a heady high more potent than the spice she smoked.

"How deep though?" she took another drag, and let it linger in her lungs. The air was thickening with the wild spice scented smoke, pheromones, and in the next instant, the empathic manipulation the Cafarel trained Zeltron began to conduct like a maestro, making her seem far more desirable to Alric's eyes. Her free hand rose, a crimson finger slowly staring to trace along the collar of her deep plunge neckline, acting as a focusing point.

"You don't look the sort to go all the way." smoke came streaming from the corner of her mouth. "To get down and dirty when things need to get done."

Her head would cock to the side, the white fringe of her bangs shifting over her bright orange eyes. They seem to flare with an devilish glow, and if one did not know she wasn't touched by the Force, they would beg to say otherwise.

"You ever fraked while on spice, Alric?"

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="XoChitl"]

Alric was swimming in a cocktail of things that he had no idea what they were. He stiffened, his eyes falling to her legs, not even bothering with where her fingers traced. She had nice legs, long, smooth, seeming to go on for miles. The kind of legs a man could lose himself between. He frowned slightly, his thoughts becoming a confusing mess of memories and fantasies.

They were oddly pink.

“Only in celebration of a job well done.” Alric said calmly. He leaned back on the couch again, each of his arms spreading out to either side of him on the backing of the sofa. He looked relaxed, too relaxed in fact. “It helps me unwind after all the stress of waiting.”

Waiting he was used to.

The game had to be played first. They had to decide who won. Usually it was her, but his iron will was kicking in today, and although desire rushed through him, and his want was great. He managed to force his body to remain still, to at least keep himself in place on the couch, though it was getting harder and harder as he watched pink flesh rub against itself.

“You can't expect me to get dirty, dear. I have you for that.” He harked back to her earlier comment.

 

[Xochilt]

One long slender crimson leg would continue its provocative soft sway. Where his eyes were locked onto did not go unnoticed. Two fingers would bring her cigarillo back between full bright cherry lips.

"I don't make any rules, Alric.... I go with the flow." there came that wolfish grin. "Maybe you'd be up to a bait and switch. I'll even bring the rope." her eyes would give a knowing widening before settling into hooded slits. One could say she was talking about having him get down and do the kidnapping, torture, or extortion of the targets.

Or was she?

"We can practice your knots."

Now that was an interesting mental picture.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

“Don't need practice little dove, only someone to tie up.” He smiled at her, his head cocking to the side slightly.

Was she letting up? It felt like it, but he doubted it. She hardly ever stopped playing the game, even after she had won it Xo didn't give up, that would have been too easy. She was constantly playing, constantly teasing.

It would have been a lie to say he didn't enjoy it.

“Now.” His face became slightly more serious. The position on the Sofa that Alric had taken up allowed him to be slightly further away, and as his eyes slowly panned form her legs and up her tight little body he smiled. There was still an urging want to throw her up against the glass. “I believe you have something for me?”

The game was still being played, but business could be mixed in.

 

[Xochilt]

"I might," the vice would drop from her lips and she would give a flick to scatter the ashes to the floor.

"Sure you don't want to come get it?" She would ask about the datachip of information, swaying lightly in her chair as her legs kept that intriguing up and down slide. "I have it in a pocket."

What pocket? That skirt and blouse was far too tight to allow a viable pocket. Or maybe she was just playing a game again?

Pearly white teeth would gently bite at her lower lip as if in anticipation.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric looked at her, a pleased smile growing on his face.

Had he won?

“Oh no love, I prefer you bring it to me.” Preferably on your knees. That was an afterthought which brought smirk to his face, his hands rapping against the back of the sofa for a few moments. Calm icy blue eyes watched her, having fallen back down to her legs, the heady sent of her still clinging to the inside of his nostrils.

They were so enticing, so inviting.

Perhaps her doing less was effecting him more than her greatest efforts. His gaze flickered up in time to catch the bite of her lip, something that caused him to readjust his jaw for a moment. “Would you be so kind?”

 

[Xochilt]

"Kind?" the word went slipping out of her mouth like a honeyed curse. "Come on darling, you can do better than that." the Zeltron female would smirk, her head canting to the right. The silky soft shift of snow white hair would settle over her neck, sway over the back of her chair. It ran to mid-back, with barely an inward curl at the ends.

Two fingers, none the less, would slide down gently in the deep vee where her breasted blazer lay hugging ample curves. A small datachip, still warm from her body heat would be held between her slender digits.

"Took a bit more work y'know. " up her leg went as she would sway it, then down. Slowly up, then down.

"Looks like you have to talk to a man about his briefs." This was in reference to Aurum Sacs Bank owner and would be playboy lawyer, Gabriel Beau.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric watched her, still cool, confident, his head slowly becoming more clear as his objective came closer into sight. She had succeeded of course, that was never in question, and apparently the news she had was good. Or as good as it could get. One man? He could handle one. The Board of Directors was about to lose nearly everything they had, if only one man was the problem then he could deal with it.

“I'm sure you didn't mind that much.” His eyes caught onto her legs again, and that same urge struck him from before. So very smooth, so very slim, his eyes tried to follow them all the way up. “Though if you did...”

One of his hands extended outward, though whether he was reaching for her, or for the chip was difficult to tell. “Give it here and I'll see you properly rewarded.”

Was he talking about money? Xo was payed an ungodly amount for what she did for him, enough to build a mansion, tear it down, then build a bigger one. Her services were necessary though, and if he didn't have her he would likely have to hire an entire team that would serve the same function as her.

It was easier this way.

Only one person that he had to either kill, or buy off in the end.

 

[Xochilt]

"Properly?" XoChitl would coo with an arched alabaster brow.

"Careful Alric," she would begin to say, her right leg slowly shifting to uncross. Stiletto heels would touch the floor, and in a daring rise, the voluptuous Zeltron would sashay her way over to the male. With every step she took, the more the heady scent of her pheromones would saturate her surrounding area with that heady cocktail of seduction and carsunum.

Left, right, left. Full hips swung with every step. The clipping tattoo of her heels a nearly deafening sound as his would be executioner came to a slow halt in front of him. Orange glittering eyes would bore down at him as she would cock her hip to the left, the still smoking cigarillo now perched by her hip between to fingers.

Xo was by all intents an purposes the walking incarnation of sin and temptation. And she knew it.

She would barely hold out the datachip just out of Alric's reach, "You might find yourself a bit too deep for comfort."