Ms. Darke snapped her finger. "Hannah!"
"Y-yes, ma'am?" The busty assistant snapped to attention.
"I assume our cameras in each room picked-up everything?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Okay then, I want you to pull up the image of those guys who were screwing Jenny, print it off, and make certain each girl has a copy. Then, bitches, I want you all to comb this area until you find someone who knows something about these two. Okay? Use all your wiles, right? But keep it subtle. Don't start any shit." Ms. Darke glanced meaningfully at Big Jen, who had been cracking her knuckles. "I mean it."
Hannah fanned herself a little as she saw the huge black butch's shoulders slump slightly in obediance. Even such a mighty, frightening brute was totally under Ms. Darke's thumb, like a savage rottweiler that would enver dream of biting her owner. Gawd, Ms. Darke was so powerful. It made Hannah almost cream her panties to think about it.
"Okay, I'll leave it up to you to figure out how best to track them down but keep your phones on you."
* * *
As the girls dispersed, Kandi looked at the card Mystique had left with her generous pile of bills. It included a phone number on it. Mystique was like a super-spy and stuff. Kandi bet she'd be really good at tracking down Dani. And Mystique had made her feel so safe last night, almost like a knight riding in on a white charger.
The girl sighed.
* * *
"Here, here, here," Hannah handed-out copies of the photo to all the girls. "Good luck."
"Hannah, can I see you for a moment?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Hannah hurried into Ms. Darke's office.
Ms Darke was seated at her desk. She lifted up her cigar and raised an eyebrow meaningfully at her assistant. Hannah eagerly leaned forward with a lighter and lit it.
"Thanks, dear." Ms. Darke took a puff. "Now, please have a seat."
Hannah sat down across from her.
"I have a special task for you, dear," Ms. Darke said. "One that needs your smarts."
Hannah blushed exitedly. A special task. HER!
"I have a plan," Ms. Darke said. "One that will make all of us very happy, and make the world a safer and sexier place."
"R-really?"
"How would you like to be my SENIOR assistant with a little assistant of your own to boss around?"
Hannah grinned goofily. "Whatever you want, ma'am!"
"I need you to go to Tony Stark, tell him you need his help...."
* * *
A short time later, Hannah walked into Stark Enterprises, her heels clacking on the floor, a clipboard gripped in her hands. She adjusted her bun and glasses nervously. It was pretty stressful to do this, but also so EXCITING that Ms. Darke had entrusted her with this super-special mission. She swore she wouldn't let her down.
Meanwhile, Pepper Potts was nearby in her favourite dinner, having an early lunch, and going over some documents. Yes, even in her time off, she was still working.
"Excuse me, Ms. Potts?"
She looked-up to see a large, handsome woman dressed in a pantsuit, looking down at her and smiling.
"Yes?" Pepper said.
"My name is Jenny Dirk, and I was wondering if it would be okay if I sit here. Would that be okay?"
Without waiting for a response, the woman sat down, placing her coffee and tuna sandwich across from Pepper.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I could really use some advice," "Jenny" said. "See I was newly hired as the personal assistant for Janet van Dyne, and I'm still coping with some things. I think things that you might face yourself working for Mr. Stark. I would really appreciate some pointers."
Jan Darke smiled at Pepper as she got ready her own part of the two-pronged attack to get Stark under her thumb.
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