The Dangerous Side Piece (Mandy x Jack Stalker)

[Mandy]

The invitation arrived not on a gilded platter, but as a series of encrypted packets delivered to her subdermal comm unit. Mandy, or Amanda le Clair as the corporate world still insisted on remembering her, was used to contracts arriving as black-and-white printouts in dead drops, or whispered codes exchanged in the rain-slicked underbelly of the city. This, however, was a different breed of beast entirely. It was a request to step back into the world she’d so deliberately burned down.

The file pinged with a high-end security profile, and the name on the contract was a familiar one: a CEO of a transport and logistics corp, a man whose face was plastered on every news feed and financial report. He needed a bodyguard, someone to project an image of untouchable security. And a "personal companion," a role that was coded in the contract with a wink and a nod that even a ghost in the machine like Mandy could understand. Her price was a staggering sum, more than she'd ever earned on a single job, but the terms were even more absurd.

Personal companion. The irony of it all made her laugh, a sound like grinding metal and static in the quiet solitude of her cramped apartment. The prodigal daughter, who had traded her birthright for chrome and a life of violence, was being hired to play the part of a gilded courtesan. She could almost picture the headlines, the sneering whispers in the high-society circles she had once been destined to inhabit. They would know her role. They would fear her for her reputation, the whispers of the "Cybernetic Ghost" who brought down corporate assets with surgical precision. And they would sneer at the idea of her, the wild, broken thing she had become, walking their pristine halls on a corporate leash.

She stretched, her augmented muscles coiling and uncoiling like steel cables beneath her orthoskin. The thought of a break from the constant grind of violence was... welcome. No more the adrenaline-fueled hunts, the silent stalking through data-fortified networks, the brutal efficiency of a close-quarters takedown. Just a few weeks, or months, of quiet opulence, of a life she'd rejected for something more real. A life she now found herself ironically drawn back to.

And then there was the other part of the contract. The CEO's open marriage, the wife who knew and approved. It was a delicious, sordid little detail that tickled her predatory senses. This wasn't just a contract; it was a game. A chance to not just play the part, but to revel in the subversion of it. To walk into their perfectly constructed world and, with a smile and a soft touch, remind them exactly what kind of monster they'd invited in. The credits were good, yes, but the promise of a little chaos, and the undeniable pleasure of a powerful man on his knees, was even better. Mandy smiled, a glint of predatory amusement in her cat-like eyes. She was ready to collect.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Ian 'Albatross' Knight was rich, stupidly rich.

His revolutionary shuttle design, the Albatross, for Orbital air had made him a millionaire... and then his marriage of convenience, to his wife Keira, daughter of an engineering prodigy, had cemented his position as the head of his section. While he enjoyed Keira's young, tight and boyish body, relishing her petite form and fucking her whenever the urge took him... he had a sexual appetite that was hard for any one woman to satisfy. Early on they had established a mutual liking for voyeurism, exhibitionism and openness within their relationships... which just meant that he fucked other women and she got off on it. She wasn't, of course, allowed to fuck other men, but from time to time he allowed her to indulge herself with other women, which he just considered to be 'girls playing about', a precursor to the 'main event', which would be his naturally enormous cock.

When he wasn't working he liked to show off his wealth, show off his prestige and elite status, and there was no better way than to wear the most expensive gear, have the most expensive accessories and to surround himself with the most attractive and desirable bodyguards and assistants. There was no real need for them, outside of when he was making a trip to somewhere questionable... to partake in gambling or special little elite get togethers outside of the jurisdictions of local cities. He didn't admit to that on job offers he made though, some bodyguards were offended if they thought they were just being hired purely for 'companion' duties or prestige. Similarly he had a P.A dealing with any social media or news reports about him, which were curated to make him, his wife and his company look good. They usually featured very little factual information about them at all. It was what it was though, he had attractive women draped about him as a status symbol, both to entertain himself and his wife, and to provide an alternative to her... when he felt the need to 'sink' into a different body type, or when she was just plain worn out by his insatiable appetite.

Right now he was into buff blondes... which, given his selection, was convenient.

As soon as he had seen 'Mandy', while flipping through portfolio's of options to the one he'd been tipped off about, he got hard. He had Keira jerk him off a few minutes later, while she fingered herself to Mandy's picture... and they casually talked about what they could do to her, with her or for her. Keira could be quite demanding and was often into things which surprised him. As far as he was concerned Mandy's enhancements meant that he could cut loose and not have to worry about breaking her at all. She looked undeniably physically stronger than Keira, ripped and sculpted to fuck, Mandy obviously stayed in shape for a number of reasons... of which there was only one which really interested him. In his opinion men would always be superior when it came to combat, given a level playing field regarding enhancements, it was just biology and reality... but a woman like her? Like Mandy? She was built for one purpose only in his mind.

Fucking.

He intended to remind her of that.

Ian arranged an interview at Sky High, a restaurant inside an airship tethered to the top of the exclusive Moonreach Tower building. It had been given over to the indulgences of the rich, with another less exclusive and expensive restaurant beneath them. Access was via AV3 or AV4 'air vehicles' only, onto the roof then up to several gondolas by elevator. He wore a black and gold suit that strained to contain his muscular form, while his petite wife had decided to go a little 'non binary' this evening, while still sporting a sharp and crisp look that he liked. He'd instructed Mandy to dress for the establishment, and he wasn't disappointed to see her in a dress designed to make every man who saw her want to fuck her on the spot. Still... he reminded himself that she wasn't simply here as an insanely expensive whore... but there was plenty of time to get to that. No rush. He wanted to explore her flesh before he explored her mind.

Inviting her to sit down he introduced himself, as did Keira. His voice was gravelly but seductive, while his wife's was more light bass than treble, both attracting the attention of a lone waiter in the dining area which was devoid of anyone else, as it had been bought out just for them. Naturally.

"I thought it best that we meet and get to know one another a little, before I clue you in or your specific assignments and the venues we will be visiting. You'll be free most of the time, I have other employees to deal with mundane duties. You will be more on display as a status symbol. A hot, fit, capable woman at my beck and call. Given the amount you are asking, does that bother you?" he asked. His eyes lowered to her legs, watching the way her dress would shift to expose her thighs, or not, as she sat down. He then openly raped her with his gaze, in a way he was sure many men had done in the past, perhaps it had been the last time they had ever looked upon any woman. "I have to say you're in incredible shape Miss... what is your last name again.... Le Clair wasn't it?" he grinned. "Wouldn't you agree darling?" he asked his wife.

Keira nodded as she sipped some wine and perused the holo menu. "Absolutely. I'll have the neon chicken nuggets salad with digital sauce on the side please." she told the waiter who stood by dutifully. A nondescript fellow in a waistcoat with a full face helm. Keira looked over to Mandy with a appraising eye, letting her gaze roam about her in a slightly less carnal fashion than her husbands had. "My husband and I visit many expensive, exclusive and elite establishments and clubs, seeking entertainment and... satisfaction..." she paused. "...we really need to know just what kind of person you are and how far you are prepared to go with things, before we start... no one wants to be wasting their time, after all, do they Ian?" she flicked a gaze to her husband, then back to Mandy. "So... tell us. What would your limits be? Sexually I mean. I mean I assume you have no qualms about shooting anyone we tell you to, when you have a gun that is... I know security here doesn't allow firearms up this far. Of course I suppose you could always throttle someone to death..." she cracked a small smile, unconsciously raising her hand to stroke her throat. "...so it's the more sinful details we need to know about."

Ian grinned. "Straight and to the point. I expect you're quite proud of your body Miss Le Clair, it's exceptionally well toned, albeit that version of 'Musleweave tm' has been surpassed recently. How are you with nudity. Personal or with others? Are you good with being exposed to seeing sex acts, being watched yourself, being asked to perform certain acts, on your clients or yourself... or others? Where do you draw the line, Mandy. How far would you go if you were drawn into a world of depravity and debauchery? A world normally only seen by levels of elite that even you have never come close to." he finished. "Who and how would you fuck... if you had unlimited resources?"