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Soliloquy + Al Capwned

Richard moaned with delight as he entered Trinity. The constriction, coupled with the pulsations of her vaginal wall, caused his dick to harden further and increased his hunger for more. He sat up, gripped her sides and pulled her up and down on his hard cock, starting slowly at first to ease himself further and further into her. As he delved deeper inside he increased the speed of his thrusts, creating a steady rhythm in which to please Trinity fully. He reached up with one hand, massaging a breast as he extended his tongue and dragged it up and down her neck. He slowly circled his index finger around her hardened nipple and squeezed lightly, Trinity giving off another moan of delight. As they continued their steady rhythm, Richard's dick ached for more, he needed to go faster, he needed to go harder.

He reached down and grasped her buttocks with firm hands and lifted her up, still inside her. He walked to the far wall and pushed her back up against it then wrapping her legs around his waist. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as he began to fuck her once more, this time with much more speed and power.

"Do you like it," Richard said into her ear. He pulled his head back and locked his lips with her, meeting her tongue and moving around in a clockwise fashion. His tongue circled the tip of hers before he pulled it back out and sucked on her lower lip before letting it go. He released her lips and crouched down a bit to rest her body on his knees while still holding her against the wall with his left hand. He grabbed the shaft of his dick and pulled it from her pussy, taking the head and rubbing it against her clitoris in a circular motion. He wanted her to be as pleasured as possible, making sure when he put it back inside that he angled it upward so it rubbed against her G-spot. He held his dick in place as he moved in and out of her, reveling in the cries of ecstasy she gave. He lifted her back up and walked back to the bed, laying her down and standing before her, both exerting so much heat from rising adrenaline levels and the amounts of hormones being created.

Richard stood with a smirk on his face, his fully erect penis throbbing below. "What would you like me to do now?"
 
Trinity bit her lower lip quite hard to stifle her own moan as her hips rocked against Richard's for the first time. Though she was already quite wet from the foreplay, her muscles still rippled tightly around his cock and she tried to stay still for a moment to give herself time to adjust. Give herself a moment to regain control.

Instead, all control seemed to be taken from her grasp as Richard sat up, using his strong and steady grip upon her hips to begin their thrusts and time and time again she cried out, digging her nails into the skin of his shoulders. She barely remembered to breathe, much less think clearly as passion began to override her senses.

As his hands and mouth skimmed over her body, tracing heated paths against her flesh, she returned the favor, blindly following instinct. She wanted him, needed him, harder and faster, and he seemed to sense this as he lifted her, pressing her back against the nearest wall and taking her more forcefully with her wrsts pinned above her head. The thrusting grew more intense and the slick walls of her pussy contracted sharply around his dick, causing her mouth to drop open as another soft cry escaped her throat.

"Oh God.... Richard..." she said breathily, the hot rush of air warming the side of his neck as her lips found his skin once more. An animalistic bite at the side of his neck was quickly soothed as she locked her lips over the same patch of flesh, rolling her tongue over the skin as she sucked on it briefly, drawing the blood to the surface before finally releasing him.

Do you like it?

She heard the question, thought she heard the question, and her pale blue eyes locked with his as she tried to form a response.

"God, yes..."

More touching, more teasing. The sensations were beginning to overwhelm her when suddenly he moved her back to the bed, laying her down and standing before her as he asked, "What would you like me to do now?"

Perhaps this was her chance to gain back a bit of her sanity while tossing him into a similar hazy, pleasure-induced fog and she felt her lips twist into a quick smirk as she reached out, wrapping slender fingers around his wrist to draw him closer.

"Try not to collapse...." she murmured and before he could even raise a questioning brow she pressed her lips against his stomach, quickly tracing a path down over his hip bone, then along his cut line. Her left hand wrapped lightly around the base of his shaft, giving it a quick squeeze as her eyes met his one last time and she wrapped her warm lips around the head of his cock. Fluctuating the pressure, she sucked once, then twice, following it with a slow roll of the tongue so that he never knew what sensation to expect next. Always changing, never settling into any one rhythm. As she allowed her tongue to play against and stroke along the top half of his shaft, her hand squeezed and stroked the base, a soft moan tried to escape her throat as she closed her eyes, focusing solely on pleasing the man standing before her. After a few minutes of this teasing, she felt him throb in her mouth, a stronger pulse against her tongue and though she wasn't quite finished with him yet, she removed her lips from him slowly, reluctantly, though her hand kept its steady stroking rhythm.

She stood up, letting her body press fully against his as she moved her lips, dragging her teeth lightly across his ear lobe before whispering to him. "I want you to take me from behind...." her tone was smoky and sultry. Passion and need threading into her voice since she could already sense that she was close to orgasm herself. If it were any one else she would have finished them off with the blow job but Richard... Richard, she wanted inside of her again. She wanted to cum with him.
 
"Try not to collapse...."

Richard watched as she kissed down his front until finally she took his cock into her mouth. He looked up and groaned with pleasure, the rotation of her tongue on the head along with her steady sucking of the shaft causing him to lose total control. She stroked the shaft as she blew him, changing up the rotation and sucking so his dick couldn't adjust. He put a hand behind her head, allowing her to take his cock deep into her throat, moaning as it slid in and out, the vibrations only adding to his pleasure. He throbbed once as she deep throated him once more and slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, still stroking it with her hand as she stood and pressed her body to his.

She dragged her teeth along his earlobe before whispering, "I want you to take me from behind...."

Richard answered by turning her around and having her crawl onto the bed before him, back arched and eyes looking back at him longingly. He stepped over to the bed, sliding onto his knees behind her and took his cock in hand. With his free hand he traced the outline of her labia, pushing his fingers inside and feeling how tight and warm she'd become. She was close, as was he.

Richard looked up at her as he dragged the head of his cock around her pussy, touching the sensitive outer walls enough to send tingles all the way through her body. "Ready?"

Richard pushed the head of his cock into her pussy and slowly and rhythmically moved back and forth to get deeper inside. She'd become so tight that it was almost too much to push inside her. He put a hand on her waist and lifted her torso up, taking a breast from behind and locking lips with her as he began to thrust, fast and hard. He pinched her nipple slightly as he thrust, ever faster and harder, soon losing the ability to stay lip locked with her. He grabbed her waist with both hands and began to fuck her as hard and fast as he could, her vaginal wall pulsating at an accelerated rate, almost in unison with the throbbing of his cock. He pressed on harder, a steady clapping sounding as his front repeatedly struck her backside. The throbbing from either of them became so incredibly overwhelming that Richard felt he and her begin to pulse in rapid succession.

"I'm cuming," he said as he gripped her tighter and angled his dick upward to get the full orgasm out of both of them. After a few quick pulses he and Trinity let out a cry of euphoria, Richard filling her throbbing wet pussy with his hot cum. He pushed on, still hard, keeping the feeling going as long as possible. After a time he finally pulled out and lifted her torso up, putting his hands across her front in an embrace as he locked lips with her once more.
 
A cry of euphoria. A scream of pleasure. Whatever sound it was that escaped Trinity's lips was a part of the same animalistic reaction that had her both grinding her hips back against Richard's as well as causing her fingernails to rake down across his skin, possibly leaving marks as her fingertips curved inwards from their steady grip on the wrist that he had flung across her chest, pulling her body back against his own.

Her breath was rapid and her eyes slightly glazed over as the sensations continued, causing her muscles to sporadically spasm around his cock as he continued to slide in and out of her, slowing his movements until finally he retracted his hips, pulling himself out of her. With her left hand, she slid her palm up over his jawline and back around his head, threading her fingers into his black hair and tugging it softly as he kissed her once more, lengthening the kiss with a playful nip and a teasing stroke of her tongue before finally resting her forehead against his temple.

Even if she could form words at the moment, she didn't know of anything that would adequately describe what had just happened. So instead, she gazed into his eyes once more, delivering another, single kiss before laying down on top of the covers and pulling him down beside her. As they both settled in, she tried to both calm her breathing and ignore the exhaustion that was beginning to work its way into her mind and body. She still had a job to do and that job wouldn't get done if she ended up falling asleep in his arms for the rest of the night.

Apparently getting up at 6am for a full work day, followed by a night of drinking with Richard and then an hour or more of steamy hot sex caused her to fall asleep anyway. But she woke up, looking over at the digital clock that he had sitting on the nightstand and a soft exhalation signaled her relief.

It was still only 3am.

3am on a Saturday meant that security would still be light. The weekends were notoriously slow, only a handful of paper pushers ever came in to the office on the weekends and they usually didn't roll out of bed until 10am or so. There would be two security guards but both of them knew her from a few late night shifts that she had pulled and they wouldn't question her presence as long as no alarms went off. And none of them would now that she would have Richard's keycard.

Slipping out from Richard's embrace, she turned in the bed so that she was in a sitting position and looked over him one last time. His electric blue eyes were closed to the world and his mouth was set into a straight line, neither smiling nor frowning and she wondered what he was thinking about. What he was dreaming about.

She lifted a hand, brushing her fingertips ever so lightly against his forehead to push his midnight black hair out of his face and she let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, Richard." It had to be the first case that she had been on where she actually felt remorse.

Keeping her movements light and agile, she slid off of the bed, finding her clothes and getting dressed in the silent house before she walked over to the closet. Hoping that the hinges were well oiled, she eased the closet door open and breathed out another sigh of relief, dipping her fingertips into the pocket of his coat and retrieving his keycard.

One final glance back and her eyes held a note of... What? Sadness? Regret? Which she immediately dropped, acquiring a neutral countenance once more as she went outside. To her surprise, the valet at the bar had actually delivered her Aston Martin and she grinned, tossing her clutch into the trunk and retrieving a small duffle bag. In the middle of First Street, late at night, if anyone were to bother to look out of their window they would notice the tall, leggy brunette changing from her black dress that she had worn to the bar and into a black jumpsuit and matching boots. Chucking the excess clothing in with her clutch, she retrieved only a set of keys and the keycard she had lifted from Richard, tucking the card into her jumpsuit as she slid into the driver's seat of her car and drove off, heading towards Umbrella Corporation.
 
Richard rolled over in his bed, stuck in a state between being completely conscious and still feeling sleep's embrace. He rubbed his eyes and gave a big yawn, only then realizing the soft beeping sound he heard to his left. Annoyed he slapped his left hand down on the table, trying to silence the alarm clock waking him up. After a few failed strikes he pulled his hand back as the noise began to register in his head.

I didn't set an alarm, he thought.

He shot a glance to his left to see a red light flashing on a small black box which emanated a high pitched beep: the alarm for one of his many biotech labs. He groaned and rubbed his temples, flicking the switch off of the alarm.

"I'm sorry," he said to his right as he rubbed his eyes, "something happened at the-" He stopped mid sentence noticing that he was in fact alone in his bed. He looked around the room, not seeing Trinity anywhere, and exhaled in disappointment.

Figures.

He slid to the side of his bed and stood up, stretching and blinking away the sleepiness that clung to him. He realized he was still naked from the night's activities and went to his closet, pulling on a pair of boxers, a white muscle shirt and blue jeans. If he was going to the lab and something was amiss he'd need to wear comfortable clothes and be able to move unconstrained. Tonight may be a night he'd play vigilante, with the technology of his company at stake.

He vaulted down the stairs, taking them three at a time to be able to leave as soon as possible. He pulled on a pair of running shoes by the closet and opened the door, pulling out his suit coat from the night before. He reached into the inside pocket for his security keycard and came out empty. He checked the other pocket and got the same result. A pang of panic hit him as he shook the coat, rubbing it down to feel anything within its fabric and came back empty.

"Where the fuck is it?" Richard said to no one, tossing the coat back into the closet. He turned back to the living room, seeing if he'd left it anywhere in this room when he noticed a black bra. The gears in his head spun until all the pieces fell together and Richard palmed his face.

"God dammit," he spat. "How could I have been so stupid." He grabbed a black leather coat and threw it on as he threw the door open and sprinted off into the night.

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Richard made it a block before he realized he wasn't going anywhere fast. At this rate she'll be long gone before I get there. He shook his head at his own stupidity. I would leave my car at a bar the night this happened. He looked around, not seeing any taxis he could flag down at this time of night, and gave a shout of anger. He looked upward, desperate to find something when he stopped and stared at the telephone lines hanging above him. With a grin of satisfaction he held his arms out to his sides as blue pulses of electricity engulfed his body. In a flash a lightning bolt jumped from the ground to the top of the telephone pole, Richard riding the lightning to the top. He swayed awkwardly, trying to regain his balance before he finally stood straight and examined the power lines. These lines carried electrical currents at almost the speed of light. In theory, if he sent an electrical charge through his legs and into the wire that was powerful enough he could ride the wire all the way to the lab. He furrowed his brow and jumped forward, landing on the taught wire and sending a burst of electricity through his legs. His feet rooted to the wire and the electric current shot him forward down the line at an incredible rate. As he sped he noticed the next pole, a wooden split between the wires. He moved his legs up and down, generating some momentum and launched himself over the pole and onto the next wire, continuing this way repeatedly as he sped down the street to Umbrella corp.
 
The Trinity Parks that was now walking across the parking lot of the Umbrella Corporation was nothing like the Trinity Parks that had crossed this very same stretch of pavement seeking a job less than a month ago. Whereas the intern was shy and unsure and slightly nerdy, the real Trinity was confident, perhaps even arrogant, and manipulative. Selfish and greedy. The real Trinity Parks worked for Infrared Technologies, a weapons manufacturring company providing a front for the actual business of an illegal arms dealer.

The pay was excellent and the owner of Infrared was helping her to research her genetics. She was a freak. A mutant. Some evolution of her genetic code or simple mutation had given her an ability that she had never seen before. The power to command the air itself. When she was little and had first discovered the power, her parents had practically thrown her at the government to be tested and investigated but they had never really done anything other than torture her as they put her through test after test trying to find out if she was worth keeping around to study or if it would be safer to destroy her. They tried to put her through genetic modification, genetic therapy, to see if they could induce new powers or enhance her wind-centered powers. Oddly enough, she had gained the ability to manipulate pheramones though she could have been born with that one too and only discovered it after puberty. She didn't really know the answer and she didn't want to find out.

Trinity had broken out of the government complex where she was being held on her 17th birthday.

At age 18, she was still on the run from the government and eventually had ended up meeting Vlassi, the true owner of Infrared Technologies and she had been training under his protective wing ever since. He would help her figure out what in the hell was wrong with her and she would do whatever he asked as long as it didn't involve killing people.

Hurting people was another matter.

The brunette looked over her shoulder for some reason, another soft sigh escaping her lips as she slid the keycard through the front door of the R&D building and stepped inside.

The building was quiet, still, silent. She didn't even heard the footsteps of the guards on duty which was a good thing. That meant no one would see her face tonight. No confrontations. No lies that would issue from her mouth as she made yet another cover story.

Following the blueprint in her head, she made several turns then strolled into the lab itself. It was a large, sterile environment. Flat lab benches crafted from heavy-duty black plastic lined the room, interspersed with machinery here and there. She threaded her way through, trying to reach the far back right hand corner where the vault was located.

In and out. This job was in the bag.
 
Richard slid the rest of the way down a grounded power line and rolled with the momentum of his fall as he left the wire. He stood and looked ahead, Umbrella Corp's security entrance visible a few yards away.

Howcould I be so stupid, he cursed again. Its so obvious now. There were so many signs. He thought back to when he'd first hired Trinity, if that was her name. How interested she'd seemed in him and how provocatively dressed she was for his interview. He remembered how she'd been during her employment, always catching his eye when possible and then last night, bumping into him in the hall.

He frowned and approached the security door, the key card slider glowing red for "locked." Richard raised a hand and fried the console, the door sliding open freely. His anger built as he made his way through the building, recalling more obvious abnormalities with his intern. The bar they'd gone to had been a ruse to get him liquored up and to leave his main for of transportation at home so he couldn't be a problem even if he did find out. The sex the two of them had shared, although amazing, may have been nothing but a way to get passed his defenses further for the ultimate goal of taking his key card.

He rounded a corner and walked up to a lab with its door hanging open. As he approached the entrance he noticed a female in black standing before him, staring at the vault with her back to him.

"Ahem," came Richard from behind, clearing his throat.
 
Trinity had been about to reach for the keycard that she had tucked back into her jumpsuit when suddenly, she heard footsteps sounding on the tiled floor and a voice rang out.

"Ahem," and she could clearly tell it was Richard.

First, thoughts flowed through her mind. Disbelief- How did he get here so fast? His car was at the bar and a taxi cab would have taken at least a half an hour to reach his house.

Second, she felt... Ashamed. Ashamed of herself for seemingly using him. Hell, he might have been more forgiving if she ended up using him for sex in general but using him for sex so that she could get his keycard and fuck over his company? That was going to be a hard one to explain away.

Thinking quickly, she slowly raised her hands out to her sides to show that she was unarmed and she turned just as slowly until she was facing him. Though her own countenance was rather neutral, his features held a range of emotions. Pissed seemed to be the top one, at the moment, as his handsome face contorted with rage as soon as his eyes met hers.

"Richard...." she said, deciding to use the more stealthy of her two powers- pheromone manipulation. Enhancing the production of the pheromones in her own body, she tried to cloud his mind. To see her once again as a target of interest and not ire. Anything to drag that look out of his eyes.

"I can explain..." she trailed off again, taking a tentative step towards him with her palms still spread outwards, her eyes finally showing the emotions that whirled inside of her. Fear, shame, sadness. As their proximity grew closer, the pheromones had less of a distance to travel and began to work at Richard's resolve....
 
Richard looked into her eyes as she took a few steps toward him. Although he was furious with what she'd done he could feel his anger slipping away. The longer he looked at her the more he began to desire her. Images of their time together at his place flashed through his head. He couldn't tell what he did and didn't feel, it was as if being with her did something to him physically and emotionally.

What the fuck is going on, he thought.

He gritted his teeth, trying to regain his composure but her allure was too strong. "What...are you doing here Trinity?"
 
Trinity moved her hands the slightest bit in rotation to show that she wasn't holding anything in her hands. Not pressing any buttons or causing any havoc.

She tried to take on an almost tired tone in her voice, as if she was doing nothing wrong and he was pulling at strings. As if she had no idea what he was talking about.

"What do you mean, Richard?" Her blue eyes flickered to his once more and for a moment, wondered if the pheromones were affecting her too. The look that crossed into his gaze was heated, almost feral and had her body tightening in response. In memory of just a short few hours ago.

Another tentative step took her closer to him, just about a foot away from his body. Her reaction was all wrong. She wanted to touch him, to console him, to drag the look of distrust from his eyes and he didn't appear to have any weapons on him so she slowly moved her right hand which was still raised in the air, moving it ever so slowly towards his left arm.
 
Richard shook his head, trying to clear his brain but found it increasingly difficult. "I mean...why do you have my...security key? That's grounds for instant...termination."

Richard couldn't help moving in as well, coming closer to Trinity. Something was happening and Richard neither knew or cared in his current state what would happen next.

He was getting lost in her eyes, the same blue that reflected his own, eyes that seemed to show genuine hurt and apology. "Why?" was all he could manage to say.
 
Trinity felt horrible for using her powers over someone that she had actually begun to give a damn about. The look in his eyes was due to the pheromone enhancement, not because of his true emotions but she kept her output level the same, refusing to leave the lab empty handed.

"I wish I could tell you, Richard. I wish I could pretend like it was a life or death situation. I wish I could tell you that someone was holding my family hostage and in exchange for what is in that safe I could get them freed...."

She inhaled sharply as her skin made contact with his and another brief shock of electricity flew through her fingertips and up her arm, causing her to wince and retract her hand from him once more. The slight break in her concentration caused the pheromone levels to drop slightly until she regained her composure.

"I can only tell you that I have to have it. For myself." She struggled with the words, trying to figure out how to tell him without letting him know that she was a freak of nature. "I need to find out what I really am."
 
Richard's sobriety suddenly flooded back in droves as she recoiled from residual energy he'd been giving off. She was the source of the hazy effect he'd be having around her. She must have something on her that messes with people's minds or something to that degree. Now that he could think clearly his anger built up once more, no longer inhibited by false feeling that were meant to manipulate him.

"I can only tell you that I have to have it. For myself." She struggled with the words, trying to figure out how to tell him without letting him know that she was a freak of nature. "I need to find out what I really am."

He shook his head and took a step back, closing and locking the door behind him. "I'm sorry but I can't let you leave this room with that item." He stood, legs akimbo in a defensive stance and held his arms out to his sides.
 
Trinity felt her eyebrow and lip both quirk at the same time. A mild sign of amusement as she shook her head and turned from him, continuing her path to the vault. "I refuse to hurt you, Richard." She said, obviously assuming that she had the upper hand as she drew the keycard from her jumpsuit once more and slid it through the console. The light flashed twice before turning green and she set her hand upon the handle before tossing him one last look.

"Go home, Richard. Forget this all happened tonight because I can't leave without it."

Pulling hard at the heavy door, she yanked the vault open and moved to step inside.
 
The air around Richard's right hand crackled with energy. As Trinity opened the vault door he raised a hand and shot blue tendrils of lightning at the wall above her to the right, sparks raining down on her.

"Let me be more clear," he said, energy still crackling in his hand. "You won't be leaving here until I find out who you really are and who you really work for. Once and for all." He raised his hand once more and shocked the vault door to give her a scare. Normally he wouldn't use his power in such a blatant show of superiority but he couldn't chance anything with the item held in the vault. It was easily the most expensive and most time consuming project the company had built and to let it fall into the wrong hands is something he just couldn't allow.

Richard paced around a lab table and dragged a finger across its metal top, sparks flying in every direction. "It took you less than a month to get to a position to get in good with me. I knew something seemed off from the moment I met you." He stopped and looked at his hand, blue arcs of electricity playing through his fingers. "You do realize that Professor Arnold Coleburn died of a stroke 2 years ago. In your portfolio, your recommendation was written 2 weeks after his funeral. I figured it to be a mistake but now I know better, it was all a lie. Who are you, really?"
 
Trinity jumped back in surprise as a shower of blue sparks rained down over her body, singeing her skin wherever they fell and causing her to subconsciously raise a buffer of wind around her to act like a shield. It was a defense mechanism ingrained into her but since the sparks were so tiny, Richard probably wouldn't even notice them bouncing off of an invisible barrier anymore than he would have noticed them burning her skin. A frown curved her lips as she yanked her hand away from the vault door as two emotions welled inside of her for the first time.

Recognition and fear.

Was Richard like her? She asked herself the question, watching him drag a fingertip along the metal table top and her eyes glowed brightly as more sparks flew into the air.

He couldn't be... He created weapons for a living. He must have some prototype on him that even Vlassi doesn't know about.... She thought as she kept a steady and safe distance from him, her breathing slightly elevated as that second emotion, fear, presented itself in her body and began to release adrenaline into her body.

She watched him with guarded eyes as he spoke to her and she watched the brilliant arcs of energy swirl around his fingertips. How is he doing that?

Instead of asking the question out loud though, she let out a sharp, abrupt bout of laughter and shook her head, folding her arms beneath her breasts. "The good Professor is actually living quite well in a small private island off of the coast of Guam." She told him, just to shake his confidence in the 'facts' as he knew them.

She paced around him, edging away from the vault for the moment so she seemed less like a threat and she deflected his question as she presented one of her own.

"Maybe the real question is.... What are you?"
 
"The good Professor is actually living quite well in a small private island off of the coast of Guam." she replied.

Well that was some information not even he knew. Richard sighed as realization dawned on him. Must have paid him off to write that thing and fake his own death.

"Maybe the real question is.... What are you?"

Richard let his gaze go to his hand and closed it into a fist, stopping the electricity. "I'm just a simple businessman Miss Parks. A businessman you shouldn't fuck with." He paused before adding, "Figuratively speaking." He strolled over to the vault door and shut it, a loud thump as the lock set itself in place. He turned to face Trinity and held out a hand. "I'll be taking my key card back now."
 
Trinity arched her brow at Richard's declaration. Thoughts still swirled in her mind, wondering what he was and if he was like her but for now? Now she had a job to finish. She held the keycard aloft for barely a full second before slipping it into her jumpsuit, placing it into the side of her bra by her ribs so that he would have to come after it. Childish, she knew, but she was also banking on the hope that he wouldn't just electrocute her ass.

Perhaps pulling the Ace out of her sleeve was the only way to go.

"Figuratively speaking, of course, because I've already done the literal version?" She smirked; she couldn't help it. He was pushing her buttons so she would do the same. Their stand off was getting them nowhere.

"Perhaps if you want your keycard... You should come and get it...."

She raised one hand, ready to call the wind itself to push him back away from her if he actually made a move.
 
"Very well," Richard said. He raised his left arm and a bolt of electricity shot out at the power box to his left. The room, as well as the rest of the facility went black, the power overloaded.

Three minutes until the backup generators activate, he thought to himself. I need to incapacitate her quickly. A roaring filled his ears and suddenly he was blasted in the chest by a powerful gust of wind. He flew backward and slammed into the bulletproof glass, sliding to the floor in a heap. Lucky shot...

He got to a crouching position, moving stealthily behind metal desks and slowly moving closer to the other side of the room. Every now and then he'd narrowly avoid being hit by another vortex, which he'd respond with a bolt or two arcing wide. When he got to within five feet of Trinity he stopped, pulling out both hands and holding them to his sides. He waited, glancing around the corner until he noticed a slender leg step passed. He jumped up and clapped his hands, a bright flash coating the room in a blinding white light. When the light faded he looked down, seeing Trinity on her back holding her eyes, the overhead lights flickering on from the activating generators.

Richard knelt down at her side and place a hand on her neck and grabbing her outstretched arm. "Move, and I'll fry you where you lie." He reached up with his other hand and slowly unzipped her black jumpsuit at the chest. He pulled the zipper from her neck all the way down to her naval, pulling it open and revealing her black bra. He reached forward and felt for the key card.
 
Trinity arched a brow as Richard vocalized that he had accepted her offer and everything seemed to happen at once.

The lights went out and without waiting for him to pounce, she set loose a burst of air pressure towards the spot where she had last seen him standing. A resounding *thwap* filled the air as he flew into something and she cursed softly. She hoped she hadn't hurt him.

Lowering herself, she moved quietly to the other side of the room, accidentally banging into a metal stool and she jerked away from it just in time as a bolt of energy came zooming across the room to the exact spot she had been in. The game of cat and mouse continued until for a brief minute there was no move on either side and she finally stood up, padding softly across the floor in an attempt to reach the corner that the vault door was in before the generator came back on.

Not suspecting Richard to be so close, she was suddenly blinded as he filled the room with bright light, blinding her and causing her tumble to the floor as she tripped over some trivial object and the back of her head slammed against the floor, causing her to groan softly in pain. Her eyes were closed but she could hear him, sense him, coming to kneel at her side and his hand wrapped viciously around the front of her throat.

"Move, and I'll fry you where you lie." She heard him say and her entire body stilled in response to the threat. His free hand went to her jumpsuit, unzipping it lower then necessary and revealing a black lace demi-cup bra with ivory satin cord threaded along the bust. The other bra she had accidentally left at his house, no doubt the first clue to the CEO that she had been the one to steal the very keycard that he was now reaching for.

His hand slipped in between the tight fabric of her jumpsuit and her skin and a thought flashed through her mind. One last ditch attempt to get herself free. If she got the weapon in the vault, that was a bonus. Right now, she just wanted out of the laboratory.

Gathering all of her energy, she built it up in the pit of her stomach before unleashing it and a strong wave of pheromones wrapped around Richard, clouding his mind and forcing him to recall the memory of her in this very position earlier this morning. How her skin was slickened with sweat. Her breathing quick and shallow as he slid into her again and again.

It was a low blow, most definitely, but it was the only tactic she had left that wouldn't get her fried.
 
Richard felt the lanyard attached to the key card on his fingertip as he lifted a cup on her bra. Success close at hand he reached around to her ribs and that's when the world changed.

Suddenly he was back at his apartment, in his bed and Trinity was nude beneath him, moaning with delight as he rotated his fingertips around her clitoris. He forgot what he was doing before this moment, a little disoriented but an animal desire soon welled up and replaced all confusion he felt. Losing himself completely to the memory he leaned in and sucked on her nipple, moving his tongue around in a clockwise fashion.

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To Trinity, Richard's eyes would appear glazed over, lost in a memory, as he lowered his head to her exposed breast and began to suck on her nipple, completely ignoring the key card as if it weren't even there. His hand around her throat slid down her chest and down to her inner thighs, massaging her clitoris through her tight pants. He was completely incapacitated and at her mercy.
 
Trinity remained still until she saw Richard's eyes glaze over and she finally allowed herself to exhale the breath she had been holding. It worked.... she thought and she moved slightly, about to attempt to roll Richard off of her when suddenly his hot mouth locked around her nipple, rolling his tongue around it as he sucked at the tender flesh.

Her head lolled back against the floor and she couldn't prevent the moan that escaped her lips, arching beneath him and just as soon as she thought she would strengthen her will and try to move again, his hand slid down her chest, across her stomach and along her inner thighs to begin circling his fingertip over her clit through her jumpsuit.

Plan backfired... was the only thought that penetrated her mind. Even without the pheromones that she was emitting affecting her own senses, she couldn't help but respond to his touch. In one quick movement, she drew her knee up against his hip so that her foot was flat on the floor and she used that foot to push herself over, rolling on top of him. This had to help her stay in control, right?

As she knelt over his hips, she could feel his erection pressing firmly against his own jeans and the thin fabric of her jumpsuit did nothing to shield her from its warmth.

"God dammit...." she murmured, running her hands up along his arms until her fingertips could encircle his wrists, holding them both against the ground as she tried to give herself a minute to think.

She needed a new plan.
 
Richard heard a soft moan of delight as he sucked on her nipple, massaging the breast beneath as he traced the areola with the tip of his tongue. Her skin was slick with sweat which left a salty sweetness in his mouth. He bit softly around the areola, sucking blood to the surface to increase sensitivity and released his mouth to let her nipple throb.

Soon she rolled on top of him, pinning his arms down and sitting with her pussy pressed against his hard cock. "Not fair," he said in a dreamy voice. He furrowed his brow and focused, channeling low voltage electricity though his body and in to his erect penis. His cock thrummed and vibrated, small electric discharges spreading through the fabric of his clothes to dance and tingle the outer edges of Trinity's pussy. "I've got some tricks of my own," he said as the pulsing increased with a grin.
 
Trinity moaned again, her hips rocking against his as if she were trying to fuck him through their clothing and she bit back a cry of frustration. "God damn you!" She said, trying to get herself angry at Richard so she didn't want him so badly. Her hands clenched tightly around his wrists as the electrical energies teased her body and she finally bit her own lower lip hard, using the pain to distract herself from the lust.

As the haze cleared from her mind, she swept her gaze around everything within reach and saw... Nothing of use. An upended lab table, a few pens, a bunch of papers.... But then, about 10 feet away to her left she saw a pipe that must have torn loose when she had sent a cyclone at Richard during their fight. It was a chance she would have to take. Letting go of one of his wrists, she gestured and a strong gust of wind hit the pipe, causing it to roll over to her and she snatched it up quickly.

A look crossed her face that was barely discernible before she lifted the pipe, cracking Richard over the head and causing him to pass out beneath her.

"Shit shit shit...." she mumbled, staying still for just a moment to make sure that he was really out cold before she hopped up, practically running for the vault. Wrenching the keycard from her side, she quickly adjusted her bra, slipping her breasts back into place as she slid the card through the console once more and it beeped twice before flipping to green.

A quick prayer of thanks was tossed skyward as she slipped into the Vault, grabbing the gray metallic case that held the item she had been after and as she exited the Vault, she gaze one last look at Richard, sighing as she tossed the keycard onto his chest.

"I'm sorry, Richard...." she said even though she knew he couldn't hear her and as she strolled out of the laboratory she zipped her jumpsuit back up, running her tongue across her bloodied lip.
 
The first thing Richard registered as he awoke was a blinding headache. He reached up and felt his head, a small bruise forming on the left side of his forehead.

"Jesus," he moaned. He rolled over to his side and cradled his head in his open hand. Flashes of light, breaking things and nude women flew passed his mind as he willed himself to get up. He staggered a bit, steadying himself on the metal tables to the right. "What the fuck happened?"

He looked at his surroundings and memories began to flood back into him. He remembered he'd come here for something, and that something made him angry but what was it? Was it a file he'd forgotten or maybe it was that project he'd never looked at? He couldn't seem to recall until he looked to his right at the open vault door and one word escaped his lips.

"Trinity."
 
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