Seated by the table was a blonde woman in a black dress. It had a v cut that showed her cleavage. Rey's glance was brief but when he turned to her beautiful face there was a glimmer of mischief in her blue eyes. She made a coy smile and said, "Please, sit." She motioned with a slender hand to the two empty chairs on the other side of the table.

Rey took a seat first, to the left, and Applesauce took the one to the right. Their back was to the door, which put them at a disadvantage. Still, if she was a blaster, parahumans with powers focused on ranged combat, then she put herself into a vulnerable position by allowing them to get close.

"Let me open the bottle," Thomson said.

"I've got this," Rey said and took the bottle of wine. A purple tentacle with a sharp tip slithered from the white sleeve his wrist, uncorked the bottle, and slid back inside. It was one of his creations, a life form based on a combination of an octopus and a cactus, controlled by his pheromones. It was more advanced than most, and he wanted to keep it as a trump card, but he felt maybe a little show of faith would make Miss Thomson a little kinder to them.

"Thank you," Thomson purred. Rey poured the three cups and then left the bottle on the table. He sipped his wine and ignored how Miss Thomson eyed him as she drank hers.

"I'm gonna cut with the bullshit," Applesauce said. "Were you the one who killed Accord?"

"Maybe." She made an innocent smile and tilted her head. "Why?"

"Because you left a power vacuum," Applesauce hissed. "Without Accord, the Ambassadors would bug out. And without them, there's new space in Boston local and foreign supervillains would kill to get a piece of. All those customers willing to buy drugs, guns and people? You'd be insane not to take a piece of it."

"How did you know the Ambassadors left?"

"I'm one of their contacts. Tried getting in with them earlier. Wondering what the hell was going on. They didn't reply. Must've thrown their phones and went off the grid. That's what I would've done if someone killed my teammate." Under the table Applesauce's hand gripped Rey's.

"Are you going to take a piece of Boston?" Rey asked.

"No," Miss Thomson said, shaking her head.

"Was it a hit?"

"It was a retaliation. Don't ask for more information about it."

So revenge, then? Accord was a dysfunctional man who would kill others for the smallest mistake like pissing on the side of the toilet. And he hired multiple contract killers to do it. It didn't surprise Rey that Accord left a lot of angry families of his victims wanting to take revenge. It wasn't that far off to imagine one of them triggered too, and was conveniently powerful enough to kill him in one blow.

"What do you want with us?" Rey asked. And how did she even find them? He knew nothing about her, wasn't even aware she existed before today, but she knew everything about him. They had two options. To run for it, which meant they would be stalked and chased by mysterious enemies for the rest of their lives. Or they confronted her head on. When Rey received the invitation, it was after hearing the news of Accord's demise.

"I want to learn more about other people like me," she said. "Call it professional curiosity. And if you two are interested, in something a little more permanent. Like a partnership."

So she wanted to keep an eye on them. The partnership was probably little more than a farce for her to control them. At the moment their hands were tied and they couldn't escape, not without knowing the method of how she found them. If she did it once, she could do it again.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

He felt something brush against his leg. Glanced down and found black high heels leading to creamy white bare legs. Miss Thomson licked her lips. He gulped.

A very hard place.

-

She worked him like a stallion. Last night miss Oriana Thomson, as she introduced herself as, worked quickly getting Rey and Applesauce drunk, and then overcome with lust he was unable to help himself to Oriana's approach, and to his surprise neither was Applesauce. He didn't know she was bi. But with Oriana who could blame her. He certainly didn't.

Oriana rode him dry, and didn't settle for anything less than his complete obedience which meant lying on his back and watching her large tits bounce and her glistening skin as she did all the work. She moaned when he cupped her breasts, but when he tried to sit up, she pushed his chest back down. He settled for revenge by pinching and twisting her pink nipples red, and her gasps and moans satisfied him. It lasted like that until he came inside her, and she squeezed him for more. She closed her eyes, gasped and arched her back as she climaxed. There was a bit of drool from her lips as she smiled at him and leaned down for a kiss.

It was sloppy and messy and he loved every second of it.

Who wouldn't? Scoring it with a hot girl with your girlfriend joining the fun?

If this was what their partnership was going to entail she should've told him sooner. Sure, he was a tinker who used his power for crime, but hot damn was he still turned on by seeing two hot girls make out.

He sat up with a groan. The bedsheets fell from his chest and on his lap. Oriana was on his left, curled to his side. Applesauce was on his right, lied on her back with her forearm covering her face. Sometime during the night his tentacle monster wrapped around her left thigh and remained there. Huh. Weird. It was usually more aggressive around other people. Maybe it liked Applesauce?

He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. Today he awoke a winner. Accord, his rival, was killed, saving him competition. And what's more, Accord's killer was a bombshell who had the hots for him and his girlfriend.

He thanked the gods above for fulfilling one of his bucket lists.

Today was awesome!