Raiders of the Lost Egg: Part 8
----- Distractions and Desires -----
(Note: This is a co-authored story with Bampot/Six)
"Fucking? Me? No. Perhaps you?" Tressa smirked, motioning toward the table Kimura had just come from. She liked watching the woman writhe in her embarrassment even more than she enjoyed seeing how uncomfortable the thong made her. "I'm not the one dressed like a bunny or cat or... (What are you supposed to be anyway?), flirting with customers instead of looking for the target. Perhaps if the object was a male, maybe you'd be a bit more focused?" A thin smile came to the sylvari's planty lips.
Remove from the frivolousness of such fleshy desires, Tressa would often use the carnal impulses of non-sylvari to her advantage. Generally, when longing for such pleasures, human, norn, and charr, alike, were susceptible to losing focus. And, losing focus caused mistakes. This was advantageous when the target or mark gave into such temptations, yet, it was a dangerously disastrous thing for the aggressor. One slip-up could cause the tree to come crashing down, bringing with it all vines upon it. Tressa was not about to let the object between Kimura's thighs cause it.
"Just stay here; stay out of the way and I may yet be able to pull this off," she spat.
"I had it under control!" Kimura began.
Tressa inturrupted, "Yeah, from the looks of it, you've already gotten your prize: a few gold pieces for 'services rendered'. What I seek is something that is worth considerable more." Her eyes glowed with the consistency of the gold she described. "Like Barrox said, I pull this score off and I will be…"
Kimura's face matched the pink highlights in her hair. She hadn't gone through this entire ordeal for nothing, and certainly hadn't dealt with the madam, the handsy men, and Spurlock's unscrupulous gaze to simply stand idly by. "I? You mean 'we,' don't you? This is Barrox's dream, and while it may be a pipe dream, we're all in this together… Whether you like it or not!"
Tressa considered: perhaps Kimura's objectivity wasn't compromised. Admittedly, while the sylvari used the fleshy race's preoccupation of lust to her advantage, she still struggled with understanding such sexual motivation. Something about Kimura's tone and her conviction pleased Tressa, and she gave the girl a sly grin. "Fine; just try to keep up… and, try not to be…" She paused, looked over the woman's bright skin, pink hair, cat ears and tail with a perturbed look. "Try not to be too damned obvious."
Stealthy, Tressa glided up the stairs to the Spurlock's office. A cursory glance back showed Kimura doing the same, albeit more obviously. She held aloft a tray with a few drinks as a guise to dissuade any suspicious onlookers. Again, a smile came to The Black Rose. While their tactics may be different, Kimura was skilled. And, more than Tressa would ever admit, the woman carried a grace about her - an aerobic prowess - that the sylvari respected. There were actually very few that could keep up with Tressa running on rooftops, slipping through corridors, or sliding down through sky windows and, even though she teased the opposite, Kimura could do so easily.
In a life of different choices, Tressa would actually find the woman attractive. Her physique was small, with perky breasts and muscular abs, a trait accentuated by most outfits she chose. She had bright lime-green eyes and a small pink mouth which matched her dyed hair, roots of white. Her entire body exuded sexuality, even if Kimura, herself, didn't acknowledge it. Tressa often stared at the woman's features from her dark corner, mused about various parts of her anatomy.
"Tree-sa? Hel-lo?" Kimura came to stand beside the sylvari, who uncharacteristically seemed to be lost in thought. "What's the problem?" she snapped.
Tressa blinked back her distraction and shook her head. "It's… It's nothing," she lied. "Let's just get on with this."
She turned the handle to the office, half-expecting it to be locked. To the Black Rose's surprise, the door easily opened to a dark office. The sylvari's innate night vision kicked in and a quick glance around confirmed it: the office was indeed empty.
"This feels… wrong," Kimura whispered.
A loud voice came from their earpieces. "What is it?" Barrox enthusiastically asked, causing both women to inadvertantly shriek. Fortunately, the booming Elonian music being played for the exotic dancer below covered their sound.
"We're in!" Tressa whispered, as she slinked into the office.
"And it's a little too quiet," Kimura added, slowly surveying the room.
"Don't matter; just find the Egg. It's gotta be there! We got it; we finally got it! I can't believe…" Barrox began, excitedly.
Tressa looked at Kimura, muting the volume of the magical communication earpiece. "I can do without the distraction of a roaring charr," she explained.
Kimura adjusted her cat ears, also turning the volume down and nodded, sharing the same sentiment. "He's not wrong, you know: if the Egg's anywhere, it's gonna be in here."
The office was a relatively lightly furnished one, with a desk, a shoddy couch, a few lamps and in the corner, a bed. Kimura shuttered to think what the messy stained satin sheets were used for. Above the bed, however, was a large painting of Spurlock, himself, in nothing but a towel, depicted with his arms around two beautiful women. "Real nice," Kimura said with disgust.
"It's perfect," Tressa said.
Kimura raised a thin eyebrow. "You like that… that filth? What kinda things are you into, Planty?" She stuck her tongue out in the mimic of a dry heave.
"No, human," Tressa retorted at the racial slur. "I'm talking about what the painting may be covering." She climbed onto the squeaking bed, slid the painting to the side to reveal the front of a slightly opened vault door. "What do we have here?" Tressa glowed a soft red at the sight. "And it's ripe for our branches to take it."
Kimura reluctantly stepped onto the soiled bed, to observe what her colleague had found. "This is a bit much, isn't it? First, the distracting dancer, then the unlocked vacant office, the lights out, and now an opened vault? Something doesn't smell right."
Tressa was already pulling the vault door opened. Inside was a large, solid golden egg, casting its shine onto both women's faces as they stared, wide-eyed, at the prize-to-end-all prizes: the fabled, legendary Egg.
[To be Continued...]
