” I chuckled at Courtney’s introduction. Joy was also amused and replied, “Hello, Gil.” “Pleasure, Joy,” I smiled. There was something...in the way she was looking at me that made my cock stir. I was certain she was a bottom, no matter what her preference in kink was. But, at the same time, if a Top couldn’t control her, she’d eat him alive. Courtney placed three shot glasses on the bar and rubbed her hands together. “I made these last night. Blueberry Martini Jell-O shots. They are. She gasped, but almost immediately I felt her vaginal muscles start to grip me and she started to gyrate her hips to increase the contact. I took up a rhythm that met hers, and as I pistoned smoothly in and out, I stroked her back and let my hands move round the sides of her ribcage to touch the sensitive sides of her breasts. After a few moments, I leant the upper part of my body forward more, and kissed her back, and let my hands move under her between her breasts and the straw to tweak her. For a price Mistress Red could successfully graft a new “clean” set of prints onto your fingers, allowing “Wanted” individuals to successfully disappear and/or avoid detection. Those services were what the No-Name Agency and others had really tracked her down for. Helping the embezzler of a union pension fund disappear was one thing. Helping an Islamic terrorist avoid Israeli security to blow up several hundred children was something else entirely.True she was lied to by several of her former. ”“We don’t. I ... perhaps I was t-too young, to embrace a childe.” She sighed, shook her hair out, and started walking with Jack once more.“You were, what, over forty years embraced when you sired her? Don’t think anyone would call that too young.” He brought out his phone and dialed for an Invictus drive. “Sometimes people just having a falling out.”“Falling out ... maybe. I think I made a mistake, siring someone similar t-t-to myself.”Well, not as similar as she thought. Jack knew Natasha had.