Ms Virtue: A Bold Beauty (Chapter 5) (Patreon)

Chapter 5

Nexxus City, upscale Chimney Rock neighborhood, Tuesday afternoon…

Leonid pulled up to the curb and killed the engine. Vlad leaned forward in the passenger seat and studied the front of the luxurious High Tower. The thirty-five story luxury condo building stood at the edge of the five hundred acre Nexxus Park. Uniformed valets and doormen helped residents in and out.

“Let’s go take a closer look at the front door security,” Vlad said, opening his door.

Ivanka slipped out next to him on the sidewalk, from the back seat. Leonid locked the SUV up before joining them. Both men wore dark gray suits, though Vlad wore a black turtleneck, while Leonid chose a white shirt and blue tie. Ivanka wore a shiny red satin bandage dress that hugged every spectacular curve, with a plunging neckline and scandalously high hemline. Her long legs were sheathed in dark pantyhose, feet stuffed into sky high black patent pumps. She took a moment to check her hair in a compact mirror, before applying more red lip gloss.

Vlad waited impatiently. “You couldn’t do that in the car?”

“Sorry, Father,” she said, putting her stuff away. “I’m ready.”

The forty-five year old Russian led the way. Ivanka and Leonid walked behind, side-by-side like they were an item. Just three regular people out enjoying a warm, pleasant day. They crossed the street at the corner, and then casually strolled toward High Tower.

Rich, privileged men and women came and went as they approached. Vlad’s sharp eyes missed nothing, zeroing in on the doormen. They opened the doors for residents, but stopped others and then called up to ensure they were expected. So good security.

It’ll keep the honest folks out, at any rate, he thought.

A Cadillac limo pulled up just before they reached the luxury high rise. Ariana Merlot slipped out onto the sidewalk, just twenty feet away. His breath caught.

Damn, she’s gorgeous, he thought. A quick glance back at Ivanka found her frowning at the TV sex kitten. I guess not everyone appreciates her beauty.

Ariana’s long blonde hair was down, bouncing and swishing around as she moved, looking back and forth in the chaos that always erupts around big celebrities. Personal assistants and bodyguards swirled around her as she snapped out orders and demands.

She’s a little brat.

Yeah, she looked so frustrated. So over it. But, damn, she looked good despite it all. She wore uber tight, strategically torn and frayed skinny jeans, with black lace-up ankle boots, and a Black Sabbath t-shirt under a biker jacket. And of course, her signature bright red lips and huge silver hoop earrings.

“I like her boots,” Ivanka whispered. “Maybe I’ll make her wear them while I break her to the whip.”

“I’ll enjoy watching that,” Leonid said, giving her a playful elbow to the ribs.

Ivanka giggled. “I know you will. Voyeur.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Vlad ignored them. He studied how her two bodyguards dealt with the mayhem. Not well. He suspected the massive, overweight black men were hired to intimidate. Both were over six foot five, and well over three hundred pounds. He doubted they’d be much use in an actual fight, though they could probably take a pretty vicious beating with all that padding.

Ariana’s two assistants, a pretty brunette and a small gay man, seemed even more frustrated and snappy than their boss. He already wanted to shoot both of them, just from how they reacted to the world around them. So annoying. At least the TV sex kitten was worth millions on the open human trafficking market. She would learn to be sweet and giving. Ivanka would begin her training.

The maelstrom of people suddenly lurched away from the limo and through the front doors. Everyone keyed off Ariana, following wherever she went. Vlad didn’t realize just how loud they’d been until they passed into the building. The sudden silence startled him.

“Well, that was… Interesting,” he said. “Come. Let’s go home and discuss what we’ve learned.”

Looking up, he spotted two figures flying towards them. One was a blonde woman in white. The other a brunette in blue and black. It took him a second.

“Is that Ms Virtue and Ms Wondrous flying towards us?”

“Fuck, it is,” Ivanka whispered. “Have they identified us?”

Vlad tensed. They had pistols, but super heroines were all bulletproof. There were weapons quite effective against them but he didn’t have any of them. And the heroines were getting closer and closer. So all he could do was keep walking and pretend he wasn’t anyone of interest.

It got harder to breathe as the two super heroines streaked towards them, descending as they approached. He stopped and looked up with everyone else on the street when the two beauties reach them. But then they flew over him and straight to High Tower’s front door.

“Damn, they are beautiful,” Leonid said. He continued to stare at the heroines, who were speaking to the head doorman. “I’d like to capture one of them and…”

“Dream on,” Ivanka said. “You’d just watch me dominate them, so I’d have all the real fun.”

“And how is watching you work not real fun?” he asked, winking at her.

“Forget about them,” Vlad said. “No one has paid us to capture either of them. Concentrate on the job at hand. It’s Miss Merlot we are after.”

They returned to their vehicle. Vlad had Leonid wait to start the engine, while he watched Ms Virtue and Ms Wondrous talk their way past the doorman. That meant they were going up to speak to Ariana. Did that mean the heroines of the city would protect the actress while she was in the city?

“Ivanka, use your internet skills to keep tabs on Ariana and the city’s heroines,” he said. “I need to know if it even appears that heroines are acting as bodyguards for her.”

“Not a problem,” she said. She bit her glossy red lip. “I hope they do start protecting her. I’d love to sink my claws into a hot, sexy super heroine.”