Savannah woke up next to her target for the last three months, a Kazakh billionaire involved in the illicit magical artifacts trade, now snoring away. Savannah grimaced. Silently she dressed, slipping the flash drive she had downloaded the Kazakh's PC hard drive onto into a secret pocket. Extraction time.
Silently she moved to the door, then opened it slowly so as not to alarm the guard on the other side. "She's not moving" she told the hulking woman. As Savannah expected the guard panicked, leaving her open for a right to the jaw that knocked her out. "You can't beat the classics" Savannah thought as she scavenged the guard's automatic.
Savannah moved quietly passed the house guards, whose routes she had memorized so as to slip between them. In the meantime, Katarina was taking out the perimeter guard.
Savannah slipped quietly into the driver's seat of the Lamborghini. Katarina got into the passenger's seat. "Why are you always the one to drive?" asked the Russian as her hand moved to the concealed pocket where Savannah had placed the flash drive, all the while never taking her eyes from Savannah's.
Katarina found her hand in a grip that she knew would break her wrist if Savannah applied a bit more pressure. She let her hand go limp.
"My Aunt Samantha's got a birthday coming up in a couple of days, and this is her present." said Savannah. "If Mother Russia wants her own, you can sleep with the creep for a month."
"I taught you too well." laughed Katarina, and kissed Savannah on the mouth. "After all this is over, we take vacation for a week?"
"Sounds good, particularly after faking orgasms for a month." answered Savannah. Praise Innanna, she thought, I love being a girl.
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She's even more beautiful when she's pregnant, thought Elizabeth as she gazed at her wife.
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The last man was drinking in a bar at the Q'zzah'xrish spaceport. His companion was what to earthly eyes would have looked like a land-dwelling octopus.
"So" said the octopus "Earthman, huh? Heard there was some big magical deal that went down there."
Clay took a long swig from his drink. "Believe me" he answered "I do not want to talk about it."