Miranda's Diversion: A Reuniting Event
"Wouldn't something less exposed be better?" Miranda complained, tugging at the neon-pink material of her mini-dress, annoyed when the thin heels of her matching shoes got stuck between the cracks on the ground. "And it wouldn't have to be so bright?"
"All I could find in time that would fit you was this," Kasumi stepped out of the hired skycar, her inner voice urging her to use one of her many fake accounts. "Plus, it looks nice on you."
"I look like a prostitute," Miranda grumbled, seeing her own reflection in the filthy glass roofing of the landing platform. She wondered how she let Kasumi convince her to participate in her sinister plan.
"That was the goal, Miranda. We wanted to look the part. Two stylish club-goers who took a wrong turn down a darker and more dangerous path," Kasumi swung around to face Miranda, revealing her ensemble. "So, are you happy with how I look?"
Miranda took a moment to admire Kasumi's appearance. While anyone else may have looked cheap wearing this outfit, Kasumi's impeccable style added a hint of sophistication. Her raven black hair fell around her neck, and minimal makeup enhanced her striking features.
In place of her usual infiltration suit, Kasumi wore a black dress that was equally revealing as Miranda's. She accessorized with a puffy, golden bolero jacket that ran across her shoulders and arms. Her gold synthetic latex boots stopped at her thighs, and her heels pushed her over six feet tall. Kasumi's wardrobe choice, usually concealing her face, was replaced for the first time to provide a clear view of her features.
"I don't like enabling you, but you look fantastic," Miranda said, regretting it immediately when her remarks earned Kasumi's gleeful squeal.
"If you keep giving me compliments like that, I might start coming to visit you in the middle of the night," Kasumi teased, smiling at Miranda's eye roll.
"I might leave and back out of this plan if you keep this up," Miranda warned, ignoring her inner thoughts.
"It's no wonder Aria doesn't do more to maintain this place," Miranda commanded another small burst of biotic energy, this time opening a set of heavily corroded doors. The onlookers gave her disgruntled glances. "It's a legal responsibility."
"This is the place people come to have all the fun and let go of their inhibitions," Kasumi commented, gazing longingly at the giant column at Omega's center. "You could find the best drinks and scenery in London or the fancies clubs on Illium, but Omega is where it's at if you want a thrill."
"This place is just a lot like a junkyard," Miranda commented. Casualties of gunfire could be heard at Flux nearby. "At least there are fewer chances of being shot at here."
"Exactly. It's great because one minute you're relaxing at the bar. The next, you're taking cover behind that same bar, engaging in a fierce firefight with armed gang members. Or you're missing out on the excitement because you're busy talking to a handsome Turian," Kasumi gushed, recalling memories from her past. "Can't you see yourself having more fun?"
"I'd rather sit in a quiet corner, peacefully enjoying my drink," Miranda said. The ridiculing snort Kasumi could hold back earned her a glare. "What?"
"I'm not surprised you would say that, you've always been... a bit straitlaced," Kasumi chuckled, unbothered by Miranda's irritation. "But I know that even you have a wild side. You can't deny the appeal of your erotically designed suit."
"I wear this uniform for safety and efficiency," Miranda tried to argue, but her tone didn't match her words. "I'm not trying to impress anyone."
"Yeah, sure. The tight-fitting white catsuit that accentuates your figure, with heels that put you at eye level with many men... Doesn't this give you a slight thrill knowing that every pair of eyes watches you when you turn your back?" Kasumi smiled sarcastically, acknowledged by Miranda. "Do you really think you're the only one who feels that way?"
"I didn't join your club to dress up for your enjoyment," Miranda said firmly, pretending to be utterly oblivious to Kasumi's intentions.
"Sure. It's just a way for us to let loose without going too wild," Kasumi responded, smiling in a way that spoke volumes about her true intentions. "But hey, we'll see how loose we can go tonight."
"I'd lose all my inhibitions if we went somewhere civilized," Miranda murmured, her eyes gazing wistfully at the booming music in Afterlife. Yet she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement coursing through her body, both from Kasumi's presence and the environment. "At least it's safe to drink here - more so than Flux."
"That's the appeal of Omega. It's the perfect blend of danger and pleasure. One minute you sip Drossix Blue at a bar, the next minute you're shooting it out with hooded gunmen," Kasumi said. Afterlife blasted its music, invading their ears and hearts. "Who knows? You might even start up a flirtatious conversation with an attractive Turian."
"I'd prefer finding a cozy corner instead," Miranda murmured, perplexed by her own excitement. Despite her words, she couldn't help but wonder how exciting things might get later in the night.
"I'm not going to start a fight with you, Kasumi," Miranda began, but knew she'd never convince her intended target. Her lips curled into an involuntary smirk. "Maybe I do like the attention I get. Just be careful or you might end up with more than you bargained for."
"Come on," Kasumi urged, gesturing towards a somewhat illuminated corridor deeper into the dilapidated area. "That's where we're heading."
"These creatures, the Vorcha, they're among the most basic forms of life this galaxy produced," Miranda observed, looking at a door covered in graffiti, barely illuminated by a flickering light above it. "If you gathered them all in one place, you wouldn't find a single original thought between them."
"That's not why I'm here," Kasumi lightly rubbed her flat stomach, her excitement growing as her plan fell into place. "I'm after something more powerful than their words of wisdom."
"Women go missing all the time after venturing off the main roads on Omega," Miranda observed, watching Kasumi walk off ahead of her. "Usually they're snatched and sold into the sex trade, never to be seen again. I've read the files, I've lost count of the humans who ended up in the brothels on Khar'Shan because they got drunk or dropped their guard around the wrong people."
"Those brothels on Khar'Shan?" Kasumi shuddered, scouring the promenade for signs of Batarians. "They treat their workers like sex slaves, forcing them to endure endless sexual exploitation, using them in every possible way - it's horrifying!"
"I'm serious, Kasumi," Miranda said sternly, glaring at the preacher who began ranting about her own kind. "This place is dangerous, one minor error and we'll get caught, stripped, and sold into slavery, never to be seen again."
"Don't worry, Miranda," Kasumi said with a smirk, unlocking the door with her omni-tool. "The slavers are currently chasing a transporter carrying a group of ballerinas from Europe at the moment. But I have a feeling they'll be horribly disappointed when they find out it's just a drone with one of my beacons duct-taped to it."
"Impressive," Miranda chuckled at the thief's clever ruse. She looked up to find security cameras following them as they journeyed through the grimy passageway. "Aren't you afraid of being spotted with your face exposed? You've always been so secretive."
"Fear not," Kasumi said confidently, opening her purse and pulling out a jar of makeup. "This is a special kind of foundation that makes my face invisible to digital cameras. It's regular makeup when viewed by humans, but the makeup contains particles that confuse the sensors. I call it my Luminescent Scrambler."
"You are quite resourceful," Miranda remarked with admiration.
"That's why the Illusive Man pays me well," Kasumi responded, waving at the cameras with a Cheshire smile. "Only the best for the greatest art thief in the galaxy!"
"You think of everything," Miranda sighed enviously. "I'm just amazed by your ingeniousness."
"Well, I do consider myself the Leonardo da Vinci of burglary," Kasumi teased. "Amateurs rely on store-bought equipment, but I prefer custom-made gadgets myself."
"Your arrogance is noteworthy," Miranda commented dryly. "But it's justified, considering your skills."
Miranda looked around the filthy, decaying surroundings retrospectively. "Are you really determined to go through with this?"
"I missed out on the fun you had with the Vorcha at the vault," Kasumi said cheekily. "And who wouldn't want a taste of that?"
"It wasn't really enjoyable; it was just a practical way to stay alive," Miranda stated, annoyed by Kasumi's giggling. "It's hard to believe they actually fell for such an obvious deception."
"You probably thought it was fun while you were doing it," Kasumi retorted, noticing Miranda's disapproving expression. "If those Varren wanted more than a blowjob and a hand job, would you have stopped them? Or would you have taken off that suit and let them go crazy?"
"That's not the point- "
"You wanted them to go further, and I would have felt the same if I were in your place. That's why you agreed to do this with me." Kasumi smiled when they reached a closed door with phrases written in the Vorcha language, scratched into the metal surface. "This is the place. You can still back away, but I'm going in there and not coming out until I'm totally exhausted. So, are you joining me?"
"You'd better keep quiet about this!" Miranda cautioned, feeling her adrenaline spike as Kasumi hacked the terminal and opened the door.
"My lips are sealed," Kasumi rubbed her lips before strutting into the room with an irresistible sense of seduction. "Good evening, gentlemen. Are any of you interested in having a bit of fun with us?"
Miranda walked in with Kasumi and surveyed the trio of familiar Vorcha sitting in an apartment previously used as a hideout during the plague outbreak. Vorcha symbols covered the walls, signifying the Blood Pack's territory. Food crates and stolen items littered the floor.
"Humans!" Kikken yelled, jumping from a broken terminal he was trying to open to retrieve credits, pointing his gun at the women. "What are you doing here?"
"Assassins!" another Vorcha shouted, tripping over an overturned coffee table.
"You're going to die now!" a third Vorcha scurried around, searching for a weapon.
"Quiet down, gentlemen," Kasumi raised her hands, urging Miranda to follow suit. "Is it likely that we could be carrying weapons?"
"You!" Kikken pointed at Miranda, aiming his gun at her. "What are you up to? Were you involved in the vault break-in?"
"I heard about what happened," Miranda forced out, keeping her words as truthful as possible, leaving out their involvement in the theft. "I told Kasumi what had occurred, and she suggested we find you."
"Why?" Kikken asked, lowering his gun and focusing on their appearances.
"We thought you might need some entertainment considering the difficult situation you're in, being hunted by your fellow mercenaries," Kasumi stepped forward, showing no fear as Kikken hovered over her with his cock in hand.
"I don't trust you!" Kikken cautiously approached Kasumi, but just before he touched her, Miranda snatched a grenade out of the way of his nervous companion. "How do we know you're not lying?"
"Give me a chance to show you," Kasumi reached for Kikken's member and began massaging it. "If you think my friend is talented, then let me demonstrate what I can do."
Kikken hesitated, fearing the Blood Pack would storm in and kill them. "All right. Give it a try." He moved closer, holding his weapon within reach. "Let's see if you're as skillful as your friend."
The thief was unfazed as the Vorcha suddenly thrust his hips without warning, forcing himself into her mouth, loosening it with Kikken's showing no signs of holding back. Yet his efforts to overpower her futile, evident by the eager glint in her eyes as Kikken glanced down, encouraging him to continue his actions. Suddenly, claws gripped the back of her head, keeping her in place, allowing the Vorcha to penetrate the depths of her throat.
"Indeed, human speaks the truth," Kikken visibly relaxed, trusting he wasn't about to be attacked by one of his former companions. Enjoying the feeling of Kasumi's hot, wet throat, Kikken slowly began to move his member in and out. "Just as much of a slut as her friend!"
"More appropriately described," Miranda corrected, impressed by Kasumi's resolve as the Vorcha increased his pace to break her. Turning her gaze, she observed the Vorcha's friends eyeing her with fascination, before also focusing on her. "Seems I've got some competition."
"And it appears someone no longer regrets attending," Kasumi joked, sucking back on the barbed Vorcha's manhood with a passion, bobbing her head with enough force to free herself from his hands, voraciously slurping his member with all the lustful energy she possessed.
As Kasumi serviced the Vorcha, she witnessed his companions running by to join Miranda, swiftly removing any clothing that constrained their bony frames. Kasumi didn't miss a beat, caressing every inch that Kikken drove into her throat, flicking her tongue out to caress his dangling testicles. She soon observed Miranda being similarly treated, eagerly taking turns with the wooden man's mouth.
"A human woman as skillful as an Asari," Kikken acquiesced, his eyes widening as Kasumi wrapped her tongue around the head of his manhood, rewarding him with a level of pleasure that nearly brought Kikken to his knees.
"Barely skillful as an Asari?" Kasumi spit out Kikken's manhood, tilting her head, noticing a look of pain on his face when she terminated the shoulder massage. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Stop?" Kikken worried, fearing his statement may have prematurely ended an unforgettable experience. "No! Just as skillful! As reasonable as an Asari."
"Good," Kasumi licked her lips and dived back in, sucking down Kikken's cock in one swift movement, moving her head at an astonishing speed.
With Kikken preoccupied with her skilled throat, Kasumi refocused on her rival, astounded by the sight of Miranda feverishly sucking the duo, switching between them as if under a spell. Observing in wonder, Kasumi felt a burning desire to best this prideful Cerberus operative.
"Meoww!" Kikken gasped, realizing that Kasumi was propelling him towards an unsolicited climax. Scrambling for control, Kikken pushed the Japanese woman away and removed his cock from her warm mouth, grabbing her arm and yanking her to her feet. "Won't cum yet! Not until I've experienced your pussy!"
"Then please," Kasumi pushed Kikken back into the seat and spun on her heel, facing him, lifting her short skirt to expose her naked sex. "Have your way."
Kikken threw his hands out and grabbed Kasumi by her waist, forcefully lifting her off her feet and depositing her onto his lap. When she landed, she discovered Kikken's member rock hard at her entrance, oozing traces of precum from its tiny slit. She considered using her thighs to bring the Vorcha to climax, but he demanded her womanhood. Manifesting his strength despite his slender form, Kikken slid his hands beneath her thighs and raised Kasumi into the air, slamming her onto his penis, embedding his entire length in her canal in a flash of time.
"Fuck me!" Kasumi cried, circulating the Vorcha's manhood against her cervix, twisting in his lap as she loosened her walls. "Legend has it that Vorcha are among the least patient species, yet this is outrageous."
"Quiet down, more action!" Kikken pressed, paying no heed to Kasumi as he impetuously heightened his hips, trying to keep her from being shaken off by holding her thighs firmly.
"Those are stirring words," Kasumi giggled, commandingly falling down with equal tenacity, unable to achieve any traction with her shoes on the floor due to her bold heels sliding around. "Faster, I vow I can endure whatever you instigate."
Kasumi bounced on Kikken like a hungry girl, leaving her marks on the armrests, yowling as she rose and clasped down with intense intensity. Bending her head, Kasumi got an eerie tingle when she noticed Miranda in the middle of an intense threeway. Having flipped onto her belly, one Vorcha promptly lifted her dress and rapidly inserted his greasy schlong, while the other hammered into her throat, chanting the blend of slapping noises throughout the room.
The amount of filth in the scene sent chills down Kasumi's spine, looking on as a woman as lively and haughty as Miranda ended on all fours on a dirty floor, contorting under the dictation of Vorcha intending to break her. The stimulation Kasumi felt soared when she successfully saw the arousal on Miranda's face, fervently shaking with pleasure because of the excitement the usually leveled-headed woman showed.
"Human females are the extremely naughty ones!" Kikken spat, distressing Kasumi with his saliva splattering on her backpoint. "Always willing to open their legs, even if force is used."
"We're not all the same, merely the ones who enjoy the gorgeous revoltingness," Kasumi retorted, instantly arching her neck as her first climax of the evening successfully sparked, combusting her nerves.
The thief made an effort to follow her same rhythm, but when the muscles in her legs commenced to burn, Kasumi realized she was on her last unwind. Desperately gasping, Kasumi eventually surrendered to Kikken, relinquishing all power to him. The Vorcha took advantage and thrusted into Kasumi forcefully, forcing her to relinquish all control to Kikken.
"Too close!" Kikken yelled, vigorously tossing the chair about on the tiled floor, completely consumed by the nearness of a climax. "Must finish! Quickly!"
"I'm unmovable, thus you know where I want you to end up," Kasumi prepared, stabbing her walls around Kikken's down under in anticipation for the episodic, devouring it deeply. Kikken turned Kasumi around, immobilizing her close, sinking his member deeply in her passageway, spouting his roiling seed into Kasumi's fertile page, spasming with each hellish eruption he issued.
"I haven't done anything like that for a while," Kasumi sighed, cheerfully smiling when the tiniest motion caused his semen within her to tumble about. Ignoring Miranda stumbling out of the room, the disheveled Kasumi gazed at the spent Vorcha laying behind her, laughing as Miranda followed in instability. "You resemble someone in disrepair."
"You don't know the half of it," Miranda arrived, circling back to Kasumi, who still lay impaled on Kikken's dwindling schlong. "The beasts were unstoppable."
"You're one to say that, you wouldn’t have drained the spirit from those ill-fated ones," Kasumi jeered, still panting from her raging sexuality, fickle to the advantage of Kikken's shrinking chest.
"Bitch," Miranda beamed a lopsided grin.
"Do you still regret coming to her-"
Miranda tucked her arm around Kasumi's throat, restricting her airflow, rapaciously embedding her mouth to Kasumi's, out of sorts by Kasumi's unnecessary protest, Kasumi managed a weak nod destined for Miranda as her tender kiss livened her up, feebly sucking off Eva's seed from Miranda's face. "Does that solve your query?" Miranda whispered, boredly grinning at the weak coo Kasumi allowed, still hinged to Kikken's almost-collapsed body.
"I'm speechless," Miranda winked playfully, bringing her tongue up to the red and swollen lips of Kasumi, sighing gently when Kasumi's response continued to be a meek nod.
Read also:
- My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
- A Stepmother's Varied Testimony: Volume 3
- Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
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