Not exactly a villain, not exactly a hero, Cheyenne, an assassin in Gotham City is given a proposition by Batman himself. In 92 days, she is to hand Joker over to the authorities of Gotham or turn herself in.
She goes undercover as a dancer in his c...
I stare over at Cheyenne, not being able to take my eyes off of her as she danced. After our talk the other day, I found it even harder than before to resist her. The last few days had been nothing but playful flirting between the two of us, along with the frustration we shared for each other. Me getting frustrated with her was expected, yes, but she sometimes became equally as frustrated, even arguing with me at times. The sexual tension was little, but it was definitely there and she wouldn't let me do anything about it.
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The lounge door opens and I don't even bother looking over. I was scheduled for a meeting with someone new to replace the deal I lost when I first talked to Cheyenne. I lost him to a competitor named Angel and I was handling that another time, but this deal had much more money to offer. So, I wasn't losing much. He walks over, sticking his hand out for me to shake. "We finally meet."
"Nah," Frost says, motioning for him to sit down. I still can't tear my eyes away from Cheyenne as she moves her hips to the music. "He doesn't shake hands. Sit down. Have a drink."
"Hey, J." He says, trying to seem tough for me. I was barely paying attention. "On behalf of everybody. Welcome back. I wanted to say thank you for everything. For making me good money. Making you good money."
I hold my hand up, shutting him up. "Are you sweet talking me?"
I chuckle, watching as he takes off his glasses. My intimidation was breaking him down and I could tell. I hated suck ups. "I love this guy," I state, turning to Frost who also chuckles. "He's so intense."
He turns away from me, looking at Cheyenne. Waves form in front of my vision as he eyes her like a piece of meat.
"You're a lucky man. That's a bad bitch." I hear him mutter. I let his words run through my head, processing each and every word. This was the 4th time in the last few days that a male had said something about her and it was beginning to bother me. How incompetent could they possibly be? This was the last time it would happen. I lift my hand, pointing at her and tilting my head.
"Oh, that she is," I confirm, a smile coming to my lips. I stand, not taking my eyes off him. "The fire of my loins. The itch in my crotch."
I turn my head, watching as she dances. The diamonds of the necklace dancing in the club lights, a bright smile on her lips. She looks over at me, her smile turning from bright to flirtatious as our eyes meet. She throws me a wink before turning away, making me groan out of slight irritation.
"She is something else," I say slowly. My attention turns back to him, an idea coming to mind. "You want her? You can have her."
He looks at me as I take a few steps toward him, seemingly shocked. He almost seems suspicious of my offer. "I don't want no beef."
