The Hitwoman's Prize

[Dubski]

Roni watched Evelyn take a sip of her whiskey and cough and wrinkled her nose at the meek display. "Ugh," she muttered simply, before taking the glass and downing the rest before filling it up again. She outright ignored the question that her prisoner had posed and instead took another sip. Then, she gestured to Fallanger and said, "Strip down now."

Taking another sip, the Hitwoman narrowed her gaze and added, "And make it sexy too, and not this awkward shit you keep doing." Leaning back against the wall behind her, Mancini was content to simply watch Evelyn get naked for her as she casually sipped her drink, watching her like she was an exhibit in a museum.

[Monsy]

Sexy huh.
Evelyn felt a knot in her throat for that one. It, just. Pulling herself together for the woman who left you bruised up, what felt like four headaches and muscle aches -- it had her frozen at first.

“I-I don’t mean to--”
It’s just that you’re wicked.
“I-I’m just--”
Scared as hell.

Sigh…
She closed her eyes, scrunching them. Find that happy place. Sweet cats, nice smelling tea, a big comfy bed with a giant teddy bear. Bring it here. Make it this room. Then, put a disco ball and stripper pole in the middle of it. Ok, she opened her eyes, relaxed her shoulders, stepped up to Roni and swiped the glass from her hand, then shot the drink back. “I-- need that, then. Please and thank you.” Don’t choke now. She bit her tongue to hold it down -- and she didn’t look the hitwoman in the eye, instead, stared at the furniture.

“You should sit down on the couch.”

[Dubski]

Roni watched Evelyn as she stuttered, heaving an annoyed sigh at the girl's hesitation. It was an easy command. She didn't have the patience to keep hearing her make this more difficult than it needed to be. Fortunately, Fallanger had finally ripped herself from that haze and stormed up, taking her drink and downing it with far more gusto than she had previously. Snorting out a short laugh, Mancini looked amused and rolled her eyes. "Have all you want, twinkle tits," said Roni before grabbing hold of the bottle and taking a sip herself before handing it over to Evelyn.

"I'll gladly sit down, fuck meat," replied the Hitwoman before patting Evelyn on the cheek, then patting it a second time much harder, almost like a smack. She would then walk past her prisoner and to the couch, taking the time to pull off her boots and toss them aside with a smirk on her face. She hoped that Evelyn could maintain enough of her wits to go through with this. Well, sort of. Roni had her ways to make this more enjoyable for her if she needed to--but then that would end very poorly for Evelyn. After relieving herself of her boots though, Mancini would lean back, resting both hands behind her head as she looked on expectantly, smirking at the platinum-haired girl in front of her.

[Monsy]

Ngh--
Ow… Ow…
One wince for each, and she had her eyes closed, bottle in hand. Roni had already walked by when she peeked again. A sharp breath came out her nose. “T-That isn’t my name.” Though she never shared it here. Not often, especially with these types. It begins to eat after a while. Maybe it’s just this headache. Or everything about them. Or both. “I am going… to borrow… no. I need your chair.”

Evelyn huffed out her nose again, then walked to the kitchen and an island. The whiskey went bottoms up, full, for a two second uninterrupted chug, gulping. Then she put it down, with only a few drops off her jawline. She shivered, making an O-shaped mouth as she breathed pure alcohol burn. It savaged her throat. But the buzz. How it hurt. It gave a sort of gas to dull her gaze some, flick the right switches and grab a chair, coming back not ten seconds later since she left Roni to sit. Her hair piece was pulled and tossed onto Roni’s lap as she walked by, with now a pearl-mane in free-flow down her back.

She put the chair a few feet in front of her sole audience. Then, sitting down, and staring at Roni blank for a moment, she postured up a sugar-dimpled smile, and undid the zipper on her shorts. Then she leaned back, just a bit -- andreached for the red sweater’s hem, arms crossed over, pulled it off slowly.

Oop. Tank top still the way. But it rode up some, purposefully done by her fingers letting it go. Right below the bra, but exposing her waist and midriff. Smooth with gentle curves like untouched sand dunes, and a little shine like sun rays on a California beach. And after the sweater was discarded, she looked down at her legs, then stretched one towards Roni, keeping the other folded to balance on the seat, and grabbing the edges with two hands. Her cheek went into her shoulder.

“Do you want these off too?” Evelyn said, gesturing at the chequered thigh-high stockings.

[Dubski]

Roni Mancini reclined, leaning back in the couch and rolling her eyes at first at her prisoner protesting what the Italian called her. "Your name tonight is whatever the fuck I say it is," she stated bluntly, a tinge of annoyance in her tone. She would then gesture to the chair Evelyn had requested, seemingly giving her permission. She was desperate for this little loser to just get on with it already, huffing out a sigh as she started chugging the whiskey, eyes rolling up.

The hair tie was the first thing to go, falling into Roni's lap as she tossed it aside, rolling her wrist as if to tell Fallanger to get on with it already. And soon, she would, starting to take off her sweater. A satisfied smile grew on Roni's face as she watched Evelyn pull the sweater up and over. The tanktop didn't come with it, instead clinging to the top of her body, but allowing for her midsection to be revealed. Mancini took the time to look at it--the girl was fit. She definitely took care of her body, and she had the genes to help. Definitely good enough to take for a proper ride.

Perched on the seat, Evelyn would then keep a leg extended to Mancini, and the Italian nodded, looking at it. "Well, I said strip, didn't it? Let's see what all of you looks like... Just how fuckable is your little body? I want to know what I'm dealing with," explained Roni with a smirk, leaning forward slightly, clearly looking Evelyn over, almost with a predatory gaze. "I'm liking what I'm seeing so far though... But I want the full picture. Get it?" She then nodded, urging her prisoner to continue.

[Monsy]

One thing certainly clicked: should’ve had more whiskey. But it wasn’t… So bad, though. Nothing that she could thumb into words. It just felt… Encouraging. A little? Evelyn mostly took it with a smile, forcing up into dimples then taking the praise she got as the go-ahead. “Yes.” She nodded. Now both legs now folded in so the feet were on a lower rung. “You… won.” She turned to give Roni a side profile, then rolled the stocking down her leg bit by bit. “And so, you have every right to see this. Because you won.” Once one came off, she flexed her leg out before bringing it back in, then put her other over top, and rolled that stocking off too. “Which… also means I will obey everything you tell me to.”

Stating the obvious helped the process a bit. She put it plainly, like talking to someone she knew rather than feared. And it gave her confidence to stand up, turn around, and push down her white panties to the floor, which gave a blunt view of Evelyn’s posterior. Not like it hides in her wrestling outfit. “I just have one question.” Evelyn stood up straight, crossed her arms to grab her tank top and pulled it off. The last bit was her bra. She simply unclipped it, and let the straps hang on her loosely, covering her chest still but one stiff breeze away from it falling… Or perhaps… A little tug.

Turning back around to face Roni, she taken enough deep breaths to smile more, then walk over, twirling hair around an index finger and eventually trying to take a seat on Roni’s lap, right at the end of her knees. Her chin tucked in and she looked at them, and finally asked, “What do I do now?”

[Dubski]

Roni Mancini had a satisfied smirk on her face as Evelyn almost seemed happy with what the Italian had to say. One stocking came up, letting the Hitwoman see her captive's toned, creamy leg, followed by the second. She was glad she didn't break those two legs in their match, that was for sure. With a content sigh, Roni continued to watch her as she repeated the rules of the match back to her--she could do without the dumb commentary from Fallanger, but she had at least found her mojo, so she wasn't going to interrupt her to scold her for it.

The panties came off next, giving a perfect view of Evelyn's ass. Mancini slid her tongue over her bottom lip, still enjoying what she saw. And the top came off after, leaving Evelyn completely in the nude, with her bra dangling over her chest. And shortly after that, Evelyn was sitting on Roni's lap as she laid back, grinning at the girl's little performance, complete with twirling her hair in her finger. Oh, she was eager now, and that's what Roni liked. Wasting no time, Mancini lifted a hand to abruptly yank the bra clear off of Evelyn, giving a good look at those breasts, nodding approvingly.

"What do you do now?" asked Roni, looking very satisfied so far. Fallanger had turned her on, her nipples peaking through her outfit. The fact that she had such a fuckable little body on her only made things better. She was sure she'd have a fun time now--at the very least, Mancini would make her own fun if Evelyn wasn't so willing now.

She took her hands, grabbing two handfuls of Evelyn's breasts, giving them firm squeezes as her palms rubbed along them, not being any kind of gentle with them. They felt damn good too. Roni just kept on winning the jackpot here. But after mulling around that question, Roni grinned and continued to fondle the platinum-haired girl's chest as she leaned in a little closer to her face. "Well, since you're being so much more excited for this than I thought you'd end up being... I'll go ahead and be fair. Don't say I'm not a kind host," She released one of Evelyn's breasts and then reached up, grabbing the back of Evelyn's hand, abruptly pushing it closer to head and she gave her an aggressive, one-sided kiss for a few moments, keeping her hand behind her captive's head as she smirked, satisfied. "Let's say you want to really impress me... Like you really want to surprise your captor tonight... What is it you're great at? That you know I'd love. I want to see the best that you have to offer. And I want you to tell me it, slowly," explained Roni Mancini. She stared deep into Evelyn's eyes as she held her close by the back of her head, wanting her to really think about it. "But if you don't really impress me... Well, I'll just go ahead and do whatever I want, and you'll be surprised if you can't walk right in the morning." Giving a small squeeze to the back of Evelyn's neck, she would then release her, leaning back once more, letting Fallanger figure this one out for her.