Not a Trace"Don't worry, there won't be."-Hitwoman"Sorry to interrupt you there, stud, but can I ask you something?" She asked with a playful grin and adjusted the thick-rimmed glasses on her face."You can ascks us an'thing, gorgeous." One of three men standing next to the booth the woman in question answered. They all wore suits, cheap knock-offs that would only fool those who don't associate with upper-class society regularly, but his was particularly embarrassing to look at. His trousers

It all Comes to This"Everything okay over here?"-MarcusVery rarely does a customer of the 'Not a Trace' truck stop diner have to hear the bells hanging over the entrance jiggle so frequently in such a short time frame. The black-haired woman always took a second to glance up at the gold-plated novelty bells, noting the electronic sensor hidden behind them, and smiled. Walking back over to her table, she stared at one of the main security cameras over the cash register and motioned for whoever

Comes to Light"Into almost every one of our orifices..."-TessIt was still a little early in the evening to go out hitting the clubs or looking for ne'er do wells that society would never miss, so Enma sat waiting for her food to come out from the 'Not a Trace' kitchen. She had gotten there roughly fifteen minutes earlier than normal so she sat in silence. Her fashionably torn mesh stockings under a short pencil skirt drawing attention to her well-proportioned legs and plump rear while a tight

What Lies in the Dark"...think of us as espers, witches, goddesses or monsters..."-TessThe music was pounding loudly, even through the wall of the somewhat cramped bathroom in the club that three people were trying to occupy at the same time, but Randall preferred it that way. He had just fully recovered from getting his face beat to a bloody pulp a few months prior and came out to celebrate. As if to reward him for his 'good' behavior and loyalty, the slightly chubby, broad man found himself

Settling Debts"Oh, that got his attention."-EnmaThis has to be a nightmare. Randall thought to himself as she tried to process all the impossibilities happening around him. He had gone from picking up two incredibly hot chicks in one of the most reputable clubs owned by his boss to being shrunk somehow by an amount he couldn't measure by one of the girls. The other 'girl', or at least he thought she was, was currently holding him aloft by the huge, even by normal standards, live dick standing

Exposure"Do I have a right to know..."-MarcusLately, it was a good day for Marcus to wake up to little pain from all his injuries. It had been about a month or so since he was attacked and when he first woke up with multiple casts he could barely understand what was happening. Police questioned him about his attack once his doctor said he was well enough, and for a week and a bit they had officers standing guard outside his room.Today, the injured athlete awoke to the sound of someone lightly