Raiders of the Lost Egg: Part 7
----- Kitty Worker -----
(Note: This is a co-authored story with Bampot/Six)
Kimura felt ridiculous. She knew she looked ridiculous as well. Trying to hold a tray of drinks while wearing a cat-like costume, having a g-string wedged up her behind, not to mention said behind getting groped by every second drunken patron in the place was certainly not easy work. The training session was not overly difficult, but she actually walked away with a new-found respect for those who did this job full time.
She leaned down to a table of drunken patrons, setting mugs of ale down in front of them. She felt a large hand wrap around the form of her mostly exposed, firm bottom, the hand's owner leaning over to her, his breath almost in her ear.
"Hey sweet thing...how 'bout you park your 'lil kitty right down on me, eh?" he said, his companions bursting in a laughing cheer.
Kimura set the tray down, remembering her 'training' to ensure the customers have a good time at the Emporium, and also that the Madam not to mention Spurlock were always within sight. She glanced up at the balcony where sure enough, the Emporium and the Egg's owner watched. She turned back to the drunken sailor, smiled sweetly, and leaned against his ear, whispering.
The man's expression faded, his face going pale. He immediately whipped his hand off her bottom and held up his hands. "Sorry miss...I'm sorry. I've ahh... I've got to go fellas..." he exclaimed to the bewilderment of his friends, and almost fell down as he got up, quickly rushing out of the establishment.
Kimura smirked as she turned and walked away. It pays to know people, she thought to herself, and the fact that she knew than man, and his wife even better, from the Reach. Having been whispered his address, not to mention the fact that she was going to tell his wife of the things he was doing in Lion's Arch did not sit well with him apparently.
She made her way back to the bar to get another round of drinks for a table nearby. Her eyes continued to scan the area, making mental notes of the placement of guards, workers, exits, possible blind spots and other areas that will hopefully soon be useful when the Egg was finally located. The next step was getting into Spurlock's office at some point.
After stopping at the bar to pick up another tray of drinks, she was happy to hear the bartender shout out over the music that the drinks were going upstairs to the VIP tables, close to Spurlock's office.
She made her way toward the staircase, glancing at the stage for a moment to admire the dancer moving seductively to the music. After reaching the top, she turned the corner, almost dropping the tray after coming face to face with Tressa.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me..."
[To be Continued...]
