Finally Save Audrey from the fat man
From Create Your Own Story
You spring forward from the shadows on the bed and deliver a swift hammerfist strike the fat man's temple, followed by a powerful forward kick that somehow miraculously dislodges him from your partner and onto his back. He flails like an upended tortoise and roars. The redhead shrieks and backs against the headboard of the bed, pulling covers up around herself to shield her nudity. You effortlessly palm one of your throwing knives and whip it down directly into the fat man's exposed throat - severing his voicebox and silencing him as he attempts to stem the flow of blood, gurgling and choking. You stride forward and backhand the redhead, knocking her out instantly and quieting her. The entire combat sequence lasted under 10 seconds even though it felt like slow motion to you, a killing machine at the pinnacle of his career.
You pause briefly and listen to see if the commotion caused any problems, but the music playing and the brief burst of noise was likely no worse than the noise that the fat man was making before you attacked. You shift your weight and croush next to him, using the bedspread to smother him as he stops thrashing. You recover your knife, carefully wiping the blood on the bedspread before replacing it in your shirt cuff.
You pick up the prone and unconscious body of Audrey, her naked skin like silk in your hands. You smell the floral aroma of her perfume and a musk from her nether regions - along with a brief hint of chicken seasoning. She still smells amazing and you feel your member stir in your pants involuntarily. She shudders slightly as you step off the bed and place her into a chair. You lightly pinch a nerve on her neck and she returns to consciousness, slightly dazed. She looks around and her cheeks turn red with anger.
"What the fuck Chance? Could you have possibly helped out any sooner before this fucking animal touched me?" she snarls.
"Risks of the job - I was trying to get useful information from one of the other playthings in the bathroom, but no such luck. Maybe you need to be more careful next time?"
"Fuck you" she retorts as she begins to gather her clothing and dress. She glares over her shoulder at you... "A little fucking privacy please?"
"Fine" you say as you stand and turn away. Luckily for you the room has mirrors all over and you watch the lovely agent Dasher don her escort outfit while thinking about how much you would enjoy helping her take it off again. "Were you able to secure any intel from your lovers here?"
"No, they were too fucked up to control or speak to - they went right to the horror show you failed to save me from." She aims a swift kick at the fat man's inert corpse. "Let's search the place and figure out our next move."
You chuckle sarcastically. "Search all you want, but the next move is already determined dear Dasher. You are dressed that way for a reason, and now you have an excuse to leave this room posing as one of this fat bastard's fuck toys - which you technically are... err, were - whatever the past tense is for a dead lover. You surveil the hallway and if it's clear I'll follow, if it's not create a diversion so I can get by. Got it?"
"Yeah I've got it. Let's hope you show up quicker next time if I need help though. I'm here to look a whore, not be one." she asserts.
"Roger Roger. You ready?"
