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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Sci-fi · #1813433

You are Lexi, the leader of a team of supervillains and you have a foot fetish

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Chapter #5

Marked for Death

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Yo Hino! What is it this time Alexis? Get changed. You and I have a date. Excuse me? You pull a slip of paper out of your cleavage and hand it to Hino. Oh... Oh my... That is good... A very good contract indeed... I've been dying to do an in plain sight assassination for some time now actually... Although... I hate wearing traditional clothing... So stuffy... You'll live. How do you think I feel about wearing all of this prissy girly shit? Point taken... However Hino... Yes? She says with some hesitance. I'm helping you get dressed. No ands, ifs, or buts about it! By all means. Kimonos are a pain to put on by yourself actually... Oh... Ok... I just wanted to grope you but if your ok with it then I guess that takes some of the fun out of it...
Z Team HQ, Dressing Chambers/Armory
Ok Alexis, the band is tight enough now and... You reach forward and squeeze one of her boobs as you finish "wrapping" her. Eeeep! Warn me if you're going to... Do that... Some ninja you are... I totally just got the drop on you! Anyone else would have a knife in their throat if they even thought about doing that. Be grateful I like you... I'll be fine either way. My sister is the fucking Grim Reaper you know, I kinda get a free pass to be irresponsible... Well that and my cellular regeneration is kick ass... And if you were to have an unfortunate accident with both a woodchipper and an incinerator? Uhhh... According to Rose that would take about 3 days to heal from... And I'd be screaming as soon as my lungs grow back... But why would you suggest such a thing? I thought you liked me? You say frowning a bit. Hino turns around and flicks you in the nose. Gotcha! She says as she sticks her tongue out at you. Hino sits one the nearby bench and you slide her sandals on to her feet... She then bends down to meet your face. I know what you're thinking... But no... After the contract is complete then by all means... Fine... Buzzkill...
Later that day, Governor's Ball
Say Hino... Yes? I dont give two shits about politics... Who is... Well you know. The mark is right there. The one chatting it up by the punch bowl. Which one- Oh. Ok. Yeah I've seen that guy... Well Alexis... He's only... You know the President of our country and all... Right right... Frost or something right? No... Edy killed Frost 6 months ago... Where have you been? Wait... 6 months!? What about Emily? What about Emily? You know. When she took over as President and I was her assistant... And... Now my head feels fuzzy ... That's what you get for staying up all night reading foot fetish erotica. You're just talking crazy now. You blush luminescent red. Hi-hinohana! Hino leans in and lightly hugs you. Cmon Lexi. Just messing with you. You know I love you. You sigh. Right... So what's the plan? I can make a scene at any time! No no Alexis. Subtlety. Like just causally walking by a mark a shoving a blade into his heart without anybody even knowing until it's too late. But Hino, the secret service? I can throw 12 knives at once. I've yet to miss in my 26 years as an assassin. Like I'm supposed to believe that you've been killing since you were an infant. Of course not! That'd be ludicrous. I've been doing it since age five. What I meant to say was I raised by my family of assassins since birth. Now that makes more sense. So can I raise hell while you do some Assassin's Creed shit or what? Hmm... Can you clone yourself? Pffffft. Can I clone myself... You know... I've never actually tried to... You control matter correct? Your powers defy the very nature of the laws of physics. Yeah but I dont want a bunch of me's running around... One of me is enough for everyone's sake... Well... Then you'll just have to make a scene the old fashioned way... She says as she hands you glass of punch and pushes you... Causing you to spill it on the President. Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! No problem little lady- *Gargling* You stop time save for yourself and Hino. Wow... Dead center of the throat... You look around and about 6 secret service guards in the same... Situation... And game, set, and match... With that you teleport yourself and Hino back to base and unfreeze time before anyone can figure out what just happened.
Z Team HQ, Changing Room/Armory
Hino looks around. I'll never get used to this teleporting thing... Lexi... Where are my sandals? You mean these? You say as you show them to her. Honestly I'm more impressed than upset. Seeing as you teleported both of us back home and my sandals into your hand at the same time... What can I say? My perversion works miracles... You start to crack up laughing. But seriously Hino... You say straightening up. But of course... You sit in front of her as she begins to rub her soft and sexy feet on your face... Making your hands move on their own to your more sensitive spots... Even though I've known you as long as I have... I still cant get over how cute you look when bliss out Lexi...

Option #1: Continue being Hino's Footstool

Option #2: Wake up back in the White House? To the obnoxious slavedriver President Emily... (Team Gadget Protector Arc, but from Lexi's POV)

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