Lightspeed: Drug Detectives

Chapter 33 (Intermission): She's The Boss

-Xavier's Hovel, Celestial Compound, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic-

"Ahhh.....oh, yeah," Marle Atkins muttered in pleasure as she reclined like a queen on a hastily constructed throne built by Celestial Syndicate enforcer Xavier Costello and a bunch of other Syndicate operatives whom she had successfully threatened into submission. "That's more like it, boys."

Two random Syndicate operatives were standing on either side of the throne and fanning Marle's body using giant fronds, and she also had a tequila sunrise in her right hand.

In an awesome and hilarious twist, Marle had initially been kidnapped by the Celestial Syndicate with the intent of having her serve as the new "plaything" for Xavier, meant to replace Xavier's late niece Isabela.....but through nothing but words and threats alone, she had effectively turned the tables and made Xavier and some other Syndicate operatives into her own personal servants, claiming that, if they did not do as she said, she would call for backup from the Mastermind Conspiracy—her organization—using special nanobots that were apparently buried within her hairdo and could not be removed.

Of course, said nanobots didn't exist, and she simply used it as a scare tactic to force Xavier and many other Syndicate operatives into compliance.

Angelo and Daniela were right; Xavier was "busy" with Marle.....but in quite possibly the worst fathomable way.

When Marle was last seen, she was rather annoyingly asking Xavier for a sandwich, but she had eventually become far more emboldened and ambitious. Now, she effectively had an entire portion of the Celestial Syndicate—though she still wasn't aware that she was at their base—under her control through sheer fear-mongering.

The throne which Marle rested on was constructed from couch cushions, carpets, and planks of wood for support, and she wasn't really sitting in it normally as much as she was lying in it horizontally.....as in, from armrest to armrest. The position she was currently in was perfect for showing off her figure—everything from her mostly bared arms to her supermodel legs—but no matter how much he looked, Xavier couldn't get any closer.

"Uh-uh-uh," Marle scolded Xavier in a sing-song voice as she waved her left pointer finger towards him without getting up from her throne. "Don't come any closer, or I call for reinforcements. And after that, your little base goes bye-bye."

Xavier growled frustratingly, his fists balling at his sides. For a sick and perverted man such as himself, there was nothing more painful than seeing such a perfect specimen on display and not being able to get any closer to it.

His options for retaliation were also severely limited.

If either he or the rest of Marle's new "servants" disobeyed her, disrespected her, or failed to do as she said, she would call for backup.

If Xavier attempted to tell anyone else outside of the hovel about what was going on, she would call for backup.

And if Xavier even tried to lay so much as a finger on Marle, she would call for backup.

All attempts to resist her dominance would be met with extreme force and—very likely—the destruction of the Compound altogether.

So, Xavier had no choice but to remain compliant and cater to Marle's every whim; it truly seemed like she had single-handedly taken her place as the undisputed queen of Xavier's hovel.

"Oh, Xavier!" Marle called pompously from atop her throne, prompting the Celestial Syndicate enforcer to begrudgingly get close to her. "Come here, won't you? I'm in need of your assistance!"