Cenna
Cenna slipped into Kits car with a sheepish smile. She did what she had to, and she was she was not exactly embarrassed, but she sure did not like showing off her body. The car ride was quiet with the exception of the purr of the engine, and the revving of the bike at their side. She heard something about her clothes and felt a moment of materialistic reprieve. She didn’t have spare money to buy new shoes…and she really liked her shoes.
Cenna sighed in relief when the car pulled to a stop in front of her apartment per her request. She suddenly did not feel like being social. She had had enough of being exposed physically and emotionally.
“Thanks for the ride Kit” She said as she slid out of the car quietly.
It took her only seconds to make it from the street to her flat. She slipped into her room with a sigh of relief and dropped onto her bed. She was damn tired of…well… being tired.
Cenna sighed as she realized she still had the flash-drive under her breast in her bra. She had things to do and people to ruin. Her job wasn’t done. Cenna took the flash-drive, her brass knuckles, and her lock picking kit out of her bra then took it off. She riffled through her drawers and found a pair of striped red and white boxers and a red tank before taking her lap-top out to the living room. She poured herself a glass of honey crisp whiskey on ice before sprawling out on the couch to investigate her new findings.
Cenna slipped into Kits car with a sheepish smile. She did what she had to, and she was she was not exactly embarrassed, but she sure did not like showing off her body. The car ride was quiet with the exception of the purr of the engine, and the revving of the bike at their side. She heard something about her clothes and felt a moment of materialistic reprieve. She didn’t have spare money to buy new shoes…and she really liked her shoes.
Cenna sighed in relief when the car pulled to a stop in front of her apartment per her request. She suddenly did not feel like being social. She had had enough of being exposed physically and emotionally.
“Thanks for the ride Kit” She said as she slid out of the car quietly.
It took her only seconds to make it from the street to her flat. She slipped into her room with a sigh of relief and dropped onto her bed. She was damn tired of…well… being tired.
Cenna sighed as she realized she still had the flash-drive under her breast in her bra. She had things to do and people to ruin. Her job wasn’t done. Cenna took the flash-drive, her brass knuckles, and her lock picking kit out of her bra then took it off. She riffled through her drawers and found a pair of striped red and white boxers and a red tank before taking her lap-top out to the living room. She poured herself a glass of honey crisp whiskey on ice before sprawling out on the couch to investigate her new findings.
