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All the Boys Want Me	By : blackkiteekat Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-All the Boys Want Me
- 1
Guards slouched to either side of a dimly lit doorway, their
less-than-rapt attention focused on the scantily dressed women that passed by.
The Sector 2 slums weren�t the worst part of town; not by a long shot. They
didn�t really NEED to be there. But, a job was a job, and
these two weren�t about to complain. Besides, their job presented them
with grade-A eye-candy. Who could argue with that?

One of the aforementioned pieces of eye-candy sashayed up to
the door. She wore a gray pant suit, with pin stripes to accent her long legs
and the curvaceous hips they led up to. The top, a blazer, was fitted to pull
tight over her bust, and to cling to her tiny waist. The neckline of the blazer
plunged below her breasts, exposing the black lacy brassiere underneath. Her
shoulder length, auburn hair was pulled back into a loose, low ponytail,
allowing curls and ringlets to bunch at the nape of her neck. Large, impossibly
luminescent gray eyes batted thick eyelashes as a slender hand grabbed a curl
and began absently twisting it around one finger.
�I�m the boss�s new arrival,� she cooed, flashing the guards
an alluring grin.
�He asked for me, tonight.� She shifted her weight from one
hip to the other as the guards continued to stare at her chest.
�You�ll let me in, right?� They snapped back to attention,
one of them grabbing the grubby tin door by a much-abused handle, the other
slapping her on the ass as she strutted forward.
�Show the boss a good time, sweetheart!� The girl smiled and
blew a kiss before disappearing down a hallway.

Maestro Ciavatta absently loosened his tie, then took
another puff off his cigar and considered the matter at hand. One of his girls,
it seemed, had ratted on him. Prostitution rings had been against the law for
years, but nobody really enforced those silly laws. Especially
where the slums were concerned. Of course, that kind of freedom had led
the Maestro to explore other business options- namely, corporate espionage.
With so many Shinra employees seeing his girls, garnering information and selling
it to the highest bidder hadn�t been a problem. Hell, he�d recently auctioned
off the blueprints for a standard Mako reactor to a bunch of eco-terrorists.
Business had been booming, until one of his little helpers had chickened out.
She�d tipped the Shinra off, hoping that tattling would buy her leniency. The
Maestro stubbed out the cigar and grinned eagerly. She might have earned
leniency with the Shinra, but not from him. But before he could get too
excited, a knock on his door reminded him of a previous engagement. His newest
girl sauntered in, her heels making muted clicks on the old linoleum. She sat
delicately on the edge of his desk, a mischievous smirk gracing her features.
�You look so tired, boss. You�ve been working too hard�� She
leaned forward, allowing him a fantastic view of her cleavage, and gently
grabbed his tie, loosening it a little more.
�Take a load off,� she purred.
�Relax�� The Maestro grinned lecherously as he felt blood
being redirected from his brain.
�Maybe I have been workin� too much� Let�s go to my personal
break room�� The criminal stood up, his beer gut jiggling in time with the
girl�s bosom as he led her into the annex adjoining his office. The lights were
off, and Maestro quickly shut the door before illumination from the previous
room could spoil the surprise. He muttered something about the light switch to
cover up the clink of the handcuffs he�d pulled from his back pocket. With the
speed of a pouncing lion (or so he liked to imagine) he pushed the girl into
the wall and snapped the handcuffs onto both her wrists. She gasped in surprise
and began struggling, weakly, like all the others, as grubby, calloused hands
tore her blazer open and began fondling her breasts. The Maestro momentarily
paused to flip the light switch beside them, feeling a rush of excitement at
his victim�s frightened whimper as the dim red light illuminated her situation.
A pair of manacles dangled from a chain attached to the center of the ceiling,
with a second pair of irons set a few feet back. The shelves of the room were
lined with vibrators of all shapes and sizes, bottles of lube, clothespins,
blindfolds, ball gags, and a myriad of other nefarious objects. The girl
started shaking her head back and forth as the Maestro grabbed her cuffed wrists
and dragged her toward the dangling chains.
�No,� she moaned, trying to dig her heels into the floor.
�You never said anything about this! I don�t want to!� The
Maestro grinned, giving one final yank and snapping the manacles on just below
the handcuffs. He backed away, watching as his prize tugged on the chains and
begged to be released.
�I won�t tell anybody,� she wailed, the flimsy soles of her
shoes scuffing as she tried to gain purchase on the floor. A twisted smirk
crossed the Maestro�s face as he grabbed her ass and pulled her against his
groin.
�But I can�t trust you, sweetheart. I can�t trust any of my
girls. Somebody�s been talkin� to nasty people about how I make a living.� The
girl shook her head fearfully.
�I�m new! That couldn�t have been me!� She cried out as her
captor grabbed her nipple and gave it a violent twist.
�No,� the Maestro replied, �it couldn�t have been you. But
you�re still good to make an example of.� He pulled a switchblade out of his
pocket and sliced through her bra, too lazy to take the damn thing off. A quick
slash down the side of her pants followed, and the Maestro wasted no time in
yanking the lacy black thong underneath down to her ankles. He pushed a hand
between her legs, stroking and prodding with what he considered to be masterful
skill. The girl sobbed, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, as he lowered his
mouth to her breast. After a few minutes, even her crying faded into silence.
The Maestro could see her eyes clenched shut, her lips pressed tightly together
as she silently endured. Well, he could fix that. He sank to his knees and
allowed his mouth to join his hand between her legs, smirking to himself when she let out an unwilling moan. She tried to
pull away, but the Maestro only grabbed her ass with his free hand and held her
still. The minutes passed, as the girl�s breathing became more and more
labored, and her knees began to shake. Forceful sweeps of Maestro�s tongue made
her cry out and buck, coercing him to prop her thighs up on his shoulders.
Suddenly, he felt something clamp down on his neck like a gigantic vice. He
glanced up in confusion, blinking as he realized that the girl was smiling down
at him, with her thighs clenched tightly around his neck.
�About time,� she purred.
�I was worried you wouldn�t go for it until I faked an
orgasm.� A predatory smirk graced her pretty features, sending a shudder down
the Maestro�s back.
�So, you said you had a girl who�s been talking. What�s her
name?� The Maestro gasped for air as she loosened her grip a tiny bit. The
prostrate man tried to grab her legs and pry them apart, but his hands only
found steely muscle. The girl snickered.
�Don�t bother. I�m stronger than you, even without my
materia.� She clenched a fist, and the Maestro watched in morbid fascination as
frost crept across the surface of the steel manacles. Steam rose from the
frozen metal and the girl�s wrists chafed from the cold, but she didn�t seem to
care. A good yank of her right arm made the metal shatter into a hundred
sparkling pieces, producing a strangled gasp and a satisfactory eye-bulge from
the girl�s victim. Her free hand reached up to her right eye and pushed up
underneath her eyelid. When she pulled her finger back out, a tiny plastic
contact rested on the fingertip, and the Maestro�s terrified face was bathed in
pale blue light. Oxygen-deprived as he was, the portly old man could only
whisper one simple word-
�Turk�� he gasped. The girl�s smirk widened as she removed
the second contact, staring down at him with narrowed, luminescent eyes.
�Bingo,� she taunted.
�It�s so flattering to see that my reputation precedes me.
So,� she grinned, loosening her legs a bit more, �tell me the name of the girl
who squealed.�
�Natali! Her name is Natali! I sent
her to a friend of mine in Sector 6, so she wouldn�t be connected to me any
more!� The girl smiled sweetly.
�See, now that wasn�t so hard.� The Maestro wiped his sweaty
forehead and licked his purple-tinged lips.
�So� you�ll let me go?� he wheezed. The girl above him shook
her head, still smiling.
�Nope!� In one smooth motion, she
wrenched her other hand free of the remaining manacle and threw her weight
backwards as she began to fall toward the floor. The fall turned into a back
flip, with the Maestro�s head still clamped between her thighs. She added a
half-twist in midair, snapping the Maestro�s neck the way a nutcracker crunched
a walnut. She landed deftly on her feet, smirking in self-satisfaction as she
heard the Maestro�s body thump to the ground behind her. A cackling in her
earpiece made her gray eyes narrow.
�Fuck, Briahna. After watching all that, I�ve got a big ol�
hard-on. Wanna help me out after we rendezvous?� Briahna snorted derisively.
�Sure, Reno. I�ll
be happy to remove the problem.� The thinly veiled threat produced the radio
silence she�d been aiming for.

Briahna�s extraction was clean. Reno,
his screaming red hair tucked under a shaggy brown wig, and his rumpled blue
suit covered by an even more untidy black one, slung her over his shoulder and
carried her out the front entrance. He winked at the guards as he strode by
with the seemingly unconscious new girl over his shoulder.
�Sloppy seconds,� Reno
grinned, prompting a low chuckle from both men.
�Lucky dog,� one of them added.

Once they were clear of Sector 2, Briahna opened her eyes
and growled, �Sloppy seconds my ass. I should castrate you for that.� Reno
yanked the wig off, grinning mischievously.
�Come on, Briahna. You know you want me to finish you off.
I�m much better than that fat slob.� He set her gently on the ground, but he
didn�t relinquish his hold on her.
�These hands of mine�� he murmured, leaning in to close the
distance between their mouths, �work magic�� His kiss met only the palm of
Briahna�s hand as his fellow Turk glared at him.
�I don�t believe in magic, Reno.�
She started to pull away, but Reno�s
hand clamped onto her wrist.
�I mean this, Briahna,� the red-head insisted, clutching her
wrist as though his life depended on it.
�I want you�� Briahna�s glower didn�t waver.
�Join the fucking club.� She wrenched her arm free and
started to stalk away, but Reno�s
arm caught her around the waist.
�Don�t treat me like a goddamn kid, Briahna!� Most people
would have pissed their pants at the tone in Reno�s
voice. Of course, Turks are not like most people. In one smooth motion, Briahna
reached across her torso and grabbed the arm that encircled her waist, planted
a heel in Reno�s foot, and whipped
around, with the elbow of her free arm in the lead. Bones made a crack unlike
any other sound when they broke. Briahna knew first-hand. And she could tell by
the sound that bounced off the refuse around them, Reno
now had a beautiful new jawbone. As he fell on his ass, a stream of what could
have been profanity issued sloppily from the seriously injured Turk, while his
furious cohort stared him down.
�Remember, Reno,�
Briahna hissed, �you may be a natural at this shit, but I�ve been doing it for
longer than you have. You may have grown up in the slums, but my entire life
has been directed toward this profession. I have spent my years learning more
than just how to kill people- I�ve been learning to kill them with ease.� Her
right arm was surrounded by pale green light for a moment, before a shiny, jade
sphere appeared in her hand. She tossed it into Reno�s
lap and turned her back.
�I�ll want my materia back when you�re done. I�ll be at HQ,
debriefing.�

The automatic doors whooshed open,
and all the janitorial staff froze as the devil entered their midst. One by
one, they conveniently remembered things that they had forgotten to do in other
areas of the building. Within ten seconds, the massive Shinra building�s lobby
was empty. Briahna didn�t even have to turn around to know that everyone else
was gone. She had gotten used to wearing the blue suit years ago. The elevator
ride was similar. Every now and then the steel cubicle would stop on a floor, the doors would swish open, and someone who had been
so intent on riding the elevator a moment before would feel the sudden need to
take the stairs. Briahna didn�t even laugh at it any more. Finally, she reached
the executive offices. She set off at a brisk pace down the hallway, then came
to an abrupt stop and knocked sharply on the door in front of her.
�Come in,� was the murmured response. Briahna entered the
office and settled facing the desk, her hands clasped behind her back.
�Turks, second-in-command, Briahna, reporting.�
Tseng finally glanced up from his oh-so-engrossing paperwork.
�What did you find out?� Briahna�s voice sounded almost
computerized as she replied.
�The target was aware that he had a traitor on his hands,
and had already relocated her in an attempt to sever his connections. The
traitor, named Natali, is now in Sector 6. The target mentioned an
acquaintance, most likely Don Corneo. Natali is most likely in his charge. The
target was neutralized after interrogation.� Tseng nodded.
�We were planning on stinging Don Corneo sooner or later.
Why don�t you take tomorrow off while the rest of us plan this out? The rookies
need to learn a bit of tactics, anyway.� Briahna nodded mechanically.
�Thank you, sir.� She made her way back to the elevator,
enduring the endless ride to the bottom with a fantastic show of patience. The
doors slid open and she emerged into the lobby, only to come face-to-face with
a red-head having a massive temper tantrum. Reno�s
mako-enhanced death-glare actually gave her pause this time, and the younger
Turk�s newly healed jaw was clenched so tightly, she could hear teeth grinding.
Finally, his stance relaxed and he tossed a jade sphere in her direction.
�Thanks for the materia,� he muttered as he shoved his hands
in his pockets and skulked past. Briahna shrugged nonchalantly and pressed the
materia to her arm, ignoring the tingling sensation that announced the
junction.
�You�re welcome� rookie��
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