Fighting Back
Startled awake by the commotion, Alice and Betty sat up abruptly. They took in the scene before them, Zed pinned beneath the strange woman, while their unknown guest struggled against Nyx's iron grasp. Confusion and a hint of outrage crossed their faces.
-W-Who are you people? Betty asked. What do you want?
-Get OFF HIM, bitch! Alice demanded. Unless you wanna start a fight you'll regret!
Deb struggled futilely in Nyx's grip, kicking her legs and clawing at the restraining arm locked around her torso. She tried to yell, but Nyx's glove muffled any coherent protest into incoherent squeaks. Deb's struggles only amused Nyx, who chuckled into Deb's ear.
-Feisty one, aren't ya? she purred, tightening her grip ever so slightly.
Deb finally managed to bite down hard on Nyx's gloved finger, causing her to curse and loosen her hold just enough for Deb to wriggle free. Whirling around, Deb assumed a defensive stance, chest heaving with angry breaths.
-You! Deb yelled. Who the hell are YOU? she demanded, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and fear. And what do you want with Zed?
Behind her, Alice and Betty scrambled off the bed, hastily grabbing nearby robes to cover their nudity. They flanked Deb protectively, leaving Zed alone on the bed.
Maverick sighed dramatically.
-Relax ladies. We mean no harm, she said, not budging from her position atop Zed. My partner and I are just... admirers of your boyfriend's unique attributes. Thought we might persuade him to share.
-What was all the lock picking equipment for then? Deb asked snidely.
-Ah, you noticed that, huh? Cute, Nyx chuckled. Let's just say we have a... collection. Gatherings like tonight provide prime specimens to add to our private trove. Nothing personal, doll.
Zed looked up sharply at the mention of lock picking equipment.
-They're after the safe, he grumbled.
-Wait, so this whole thing... it's because of whatever's in that safe downstairs? Betty asked. That's sick!
-Dammit Zed, what exactly did you get mixed up in now? Alice scolded.
-It's not my fault! Zed protested to Alice. They're burglars!
-This ends NOW, Alice announced. You won't lay a gloved finger on OUR man or ANYTHING belonging to us. So scurry back to whatever hole you crawled out of, thieves. Before we make you.
To punctuate, Alice snatched up a heavy book from the bedside table, brandishing it like a weapon, while Betty grabbed a lamp.
Maverick laughed incredulously, clearly amused by the empty threats.
-Oh honey, I like your spirit, really. But you two are cute, not scary. Face it, you're outmatched here.
Nyx cracked her knuckles ominously.
Maverick leaned down to whisper in Zed's ear.
-Don't worry baby, we'll deal with your little guard dogs later. Right now, let's discuss that big, juicy inheritance of yours.
-There's nothing valuable in the safe, Zed told Maverick. It came with the house. The big juicy inheritance is right here, he whispered to her as he suddenly grinded into her.
-Mmm, well aren't you a clever boy? Offering yourself up so nicely... She glanced back at Nyx, jerking her chin towards the door.
Seeing the silent communication pass between the two intruders, Alice and Betty tensed, realizing they needed to act fast. In unison, they lunged, Alice swinging the heavy tome at Nyx's head, while Betty aimed the ornate lamp at Maverick's temple.
-STOP TOUCHING HIM, YOU THIEVING SLUTS!!
Their attack was swift but clumsy. Nyx easily ducked Alice's swing, grabbing the book mid-air and wrenching it out of her hands. She followed up by driving a fist into her gut, knocking the wind out of Alice. Betty fared no better; Maverick caught the descending lamp, twisting it out of her grip effortlessly.
-Don't hurt them! Zed pleaded to the burglars.
Betty grabbed a belt from the floor while Alice looked around for something.
Maverick tutted disapprovingly, waggling a finger at Alice and Betty.
-Now, now ladies, violence is such an ugly business. Especially when it's so wholly unnecessary.
Then she pulled a sleek, silver pistol from somewhere on her person, leveling it at the ceiling. The click of the safety being disengaged echoed loudly.
Nyx smiled, plucking the belt from Betty's grip like a toy from a child. She coiled it around her fist.
-Aw, you girls are just too adorable. Trying to play heroines, she tsked, shaking her head mockingly. Face it sweetheart, you're outgunned and outclassed here.
Maverick traced the barrel of her gun almost lovingly down Zed's cheek, savoring the shudder that ran through him. She could practically smell the fear and arousal emanating from the trapped man.
-Listen closely, stud, she whispered in his ear.
-I'm listening, Zed said as he swallowed hard, getting more aroused despite the tense situation.