For the good of the Mission [Pru]

[Mordechai]

Mordechai silently contemplated. The plans were basically complete. The mission statement for his part was vague to say the least, but he had no fear the between them, Pru and he would be successful. He glanced down, eyes taking in his new appearance, and slowly his head shook. For the good of the mission. He repeated the mantra in his head as he studied the breasts and clothes he now sported. Britney Spears. His stomach rolled slightly at the thought, but he was now the spitting image of the has been singer. Lately her only claim to fame was the exposure of her body parts, and as he studied the outfit that came with the body, he could see why.

Silently he listened to the others talk as he went over options in his mind. It was a known fact that the mayoral candidate's wife had a history of a straying eye, among other body parts. Hmmm. They were still together, was it possible that they believed in a quid pro quo lifestyle? An 'open' relationship? It might be something that they could take advantage of. Slowly he turned attention back to those he was with listening to their plans and chatter before finally standing and looking about. Both hands smoothed down the mini dress. The killer slipped off the boa, and rolled it into one hand, it would have to go in one of the panniers on the Judge for the ride. The boots would do, they were far lighter than his New Rocks, and the heels were thick and heavy enough that even a novice could walk fairly steadily, and Mordechai was sure that he could work the gearshift and rear brake. It would be far more effective to use his bike, then Pru's old beater. After this was done, he was gonna buy the girl a bike. That old yellow lemon was a disgrace.

Nodding to his partner, Pru, he tipped his head towards the door. "Let's roll, we need to get there first, and get the puppet out of the way" Walking out he led the way through the maze of motorcycles outside, past the yellow bomber, and stopping at the Victory Judge he had rode in. A few small problems immediately became apparent. Britney legs were shorter than Mordie legs. Coupled with a mini dress, mounting the bike became an interesting operation. Finally after a look around to be sure no one but Pru was near, he hiked the dress, swung into the saddle, and pulled the clutch in. The second problem, Britney body was not heavy enough to fire the kick starter over. Finally he reached to the small push button that had never been used since he bought the bike. A moment later the electric start spun the motor over to purr at it s low rumbling idle. Standing up on the pegs, the killer pulled the hem back over 'Britney's' buttocks and dropped back to the seat. Looking over his shoulder Britney's lips split into her award winning smile. "Climb on Pru. It's for the good of the Mission". Swiping up the kickstand with a four inch heel, Mordechai gooses the throttle while he waits for Pru. "Whooooooooa" the vampire whispered. That was an interesting sensation...

[Prudence]

This was ******* weird. Probably weirder than the fact they were vampires, there were fae and humans that could do magic. Mordie as a chick? It was a hard thing for Pru's mind to process. She didn't have to process it very long before he was focused on the mission and getting it started. "I ******* meant what I said back there." Prudence mumbled as they made their way out and to the night. "Good thing we don't get cold. Our asses would be chaffed by the end of the night." Another yank to her skirt to keep the wind from making it rise any. Who was she kidding? She should just stand and not walk. Any time she did, it threatened to ride up her ***.

She watched female Mordie get on a cycle and just laughed. He, well, she, looked ridiculous! Some string bean of a chick on a big ole hog? HA! Her laughing stopped when Mordie told her to jump on the back. "I can just, ya know, pop right over there." She reminded him, but decided to suck it up and get on the back of the motorcycle. Her arms wrapped around Mordie's waist, for added support for the ride they were about to take. "Whatever. Weirdo. Is Kennedy joining us?" She asked, wondering why someone with her expertise and kindness wasn't joining them. It might take a lot of willpower for Prudence to not shoot the candidate, if he got too close for comfort with her.

[Mordechai]

The size difference changed the leverage points, but luckily he still had his preternatural strength, and easily held the Judge upright while Pru climbed the rear pegs to the pillion seat. Tapping the throttle softly the killer listened as his partner mumbled her complaints, before his new soprano voice reassuringly explained once more "It's for the good of the mission Pru, and i know... no stick dipping ... that isn't part of the mission. Just find and detain legally". As the titian hared killer settled into place and wrapped her arms around him, Mordechai smoothly rolled out of the parking lot, and on to the highway headed back into town. Glancing over his/her shoulder he answered the final question, "Aye Pru, kennedy would be better for this than either of us, as long as all went well. If things don't though you and I have much more fighting experience. I don't think the end results would be pretty, if kennedy were to get injured. You know I wouldn't be able to let them live." Turning ahead again, Mordechai poured on some more throttle as the wind caught and grabbed at the dress. Squeezing his thighs tighter to the tank to hold the dress down, the killer had a sudden epiphany on why kennedy always had such a big smile when they finished a ride. They didn't have far to go, and Mordechai sincerely hoped they made it to the rally before he started to smile like kennedy. This was absurd. Ridiculous. The clothes, the body, he shook his head as he whispered once more, "For the good of the mission".

Pulling up at the rally site, Mordechai dropped his knee-high, chunky heeled boots to the ground, and tried to suppress the shivers running through him as he held the bike upright. Slapping down the side stand with a quick kick, he slipped off the bike and fussed with the mini dress as he waited for Pru. Tugging at the hem in a hopeless gesture, he finally just grabbed the feathered boa from the pannier and flipped it around his shoulders and neck. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let his senses flare out as his power ran through the building finally locating Bancroft, and pinpointing his locations in the tunnels below the backstage area of the auditorium. Slipping an arm around the taller redhead's waist he smiled up at her as he bumped hips with her, "Come on, found him, let's go do some detaining." Heading off towards the side security door, Mordechai prepared to do a little enthralling and suggestion... or just kill them if they weren't cooperative.

[Prudence]

Judging by his answers, Prudence realized, as they rode, that whatever the mission was, didn't entail many, or any people dying. She was already slightly bored with the idea, without even really knowing what the **** it was they were going to do. The redhead just groaned in the back of the woman's shoulder as her cheek pressed against it. She didn't ask where they were going. He would tell her when it was time to, or when it was absolutely necessary.

They stopped outside a biker's rally point and all Prudence could do was stare at Mordie. Really? This was their top secret mission? Prudence pushed away from the woman who she had silently decided to name Maranda in her head as she got off the bike. It wasn't an easy task. Not with how tight the clothing was and how short it was. She probably ended up showing off a little bit of her ***, but it couldn't be helped. Whatever.

"Detain? Muscle power? Now that I can get behind." Prudence cackled as she pushed her right set of knuckles into her left open palm. The redhead followed after Maranda, sashaying her hips rather awkwardly, before Prudence decided screw it and just walked with her less than feminine characteristics. It was more like stomping. As if she were here doing something she didn't want to do. A teenager throwing a snit fit. Which, she sort of was. She was not this type of girl. And she was already starting to fail the mission before it even began. This was a lot of hard work.

"Prudence? Pru?!" Someone shouted out through a crowd of people they weaved their way around. She turned to see a regular from High Noon making his way to the two of them, a big, goofy *** smile on his face. "Wooooooah! You look, well, you know. Different. Who's your friend?" He leaned in to the two of them, practically drooling down the chest of Maranda as he gazed into her eyes. Prudence bit back the laughter that threatened to explode from her. "This is my bestie. Her name is Maranda. She knows some real nice tricks." Prudence cackled as she inched away from Mordie, eyes off the low key geeky kid that came in for whatever reason after he met Prudence last year in a class they had together.

[Mordechai]

The killer eased through the growing crowd, reaching out already to set the guards at east as they neared the door. They weren't to hurt Bancroft.... but his entourage, that was a different story if they got in the way. Mordechai used the arm around her waist to pull the titian haired female killer along. Pru always lost focus quickly if there was no eminent violence on the horizon. The guards were opening the doors and stepping to the side for them as some young college aged punk came out of the crowd calling Pru's name. It was obvious that he was probably following her around full of unrequited teenage love, tho the way his eyes locked on to the blonde Brittney look alike's bosom made it apparent he wasn't ready to settle down and stalk just one female in his dreams.

Mordie was preparing to do a little mind **** and send the interfering kid off, it was hard enough to keep Pru focused on the mission, and she didn't need these kind of distractions in the middle of one. Just as he prepared to blast the young males mind, the killer felt Pru trying to edge away as she made some comments about a bestie named Maranda that had some tricks. 'Better nip this quick and help her to focus on her priorities' thought Mordie, or else this was gonna spiral out of control fast. They needed to get in there fast and get Bancroft out of the way before the others showed up. Two Bancrofts on the same stage would cause unneeded havoc. Forcing a smile onto the the blonde bimbo's face he gently parted her painted lips as he tightened his grip on Pru's waist.

A small pink tongue darted out to wetten those glistening lips as he gave a tug, using a bit of his preternatural strength in case she was braced, to draw the taller red head to his side. Slipping in to her mind, he spoke, "Pru, focus we have to get in there and get him tucked away before the other crew shows up. Remember. For the good of the mission." Letting their hips bump again, the buxom blonde bimbo smiled at the younger male. "I have a whooooole bag of tricks." She blew him a kiss, before turning and standing on tip toe to nip at Pru's ear. "But I save them for the more... curvaceous ones. Come on babe, we don't want to be late for our meet up" Giving another tug on the taller female's waist, he led her through the doors, and sent a mental command to the guards "No one else is to pass these doors".

Casting out his senses once more he relocated Bancroft, and quickly lead his titian haired partner through the maze of tunnels till at least turning one last corner, he saw their target, escort by four of his entourage. One more the pink tongue darted out, as he put a sway to his hips as he walked. He had watched his kennedy for so many hours that he knew if with each step he let his foot cross in front of the other slightly as he walked, it would but a mesmerizing sway into the hips of the blonde bombshell's body that he wore. Bumping hips one more time with Pru's he whispered, "Showtime"

[Prudence]

The sound of Mordie's voice in her head had Pru's attention again. She looked between the two; the male and the male pretending to be a female before she started to push away. Only to stop in a sudden deadpan. Mordie had been quicker than her and he had come really ******* close to her. Too close for her comfort as he ******* nibbled on her ear. The urge to shove the man away from her rose high, so high that an hand went to the woman's arm that was draped around her and rested there in a sudden push away from her. Only when her hand connected with the flesh of the other woman, that she knew was Mordie, and was doing all this for show, Prudence refrained from shoving the blond bimbette off her with disgust. Instead, Prudence clung to the woman at her side, as if she were, well, couples she had seen out in public, hanging all over the other one as if they needed that person to simply stand up. She would have to ask him later why the **** he picked to look like that; pretty sure she knew the answer. He probably had a secret crush on this dumb **** that everyone knew and hated. Deep down, everyone hated Britney Spears. How could you not? She was a big skanky slut that didn't sing about anything worth a **** and did a lot of stupid attention seeking ****.

"Later, gorgeous." Prudence gave the male a wave as her and Mordie headed off to start the gritty part of their work. Inside, the redhead was cringing at thinking just what they were going to get up to, but if it would put Bancroft in an unfavorable position, then she would see it through. She followed after Mordie's lead, keeping close to him as she attempted to do whatever the **** he was doing with his hips. As she did this, their hips would connect from time to time, because while Prudence was supposed to go left, she went right and when she was supposed to go right, she'd go left. It was awkward, but Prudence was going to see whatever the **** this was through. With the one singular exception that she spoke about a couple times. Before they got to the area Bancroft was in, Prudence leaned in by her partner in crime's ear and wanted to get the low-down. "Am I distracting or detaining? Ya seem to have all the moves. Been watching DD lately?" She whispered with a small cackle, against the cheek of 'Maranda' before placing a kiss on it, both arms wrapping around the curves of his, or her, waist.

[Mordechai]

Mordechai steeled himself for what was to come. More and more his missions had forced him to do things beyond the pale. What was the city coming to, that he was forced to change into a blonde bimbo and sashay down a hallway giggling and bumping with Pru, PRU, to complete a mission. Whatever happened to laying in a hide for weeks at a time, carefully rationing food and water, waiting for the moment, the perfect moment, to gently caress the trigger, and bring justice, perfect justice, at 3500fps? The killer stiffened slightly as Pru wrapped her arms around him whispering into his ear before kissing his cheek. A glance from the corner of his eye showed that the target, all five of them, were watching. "Its for the good of the mission", he whispered through his own mind.

Mordechai took a detailed, but unobtrusive inventory of the hallway. The hall under the stage area was deserted except for the five men at one end, two women at the other. A series of colorful stripes ran down the center of the floor. A built in mapping system, each color leading to a different area. The walls were a pale beige, undoubtedly chosen by a high priced psychologist to promote some feeling or another. Fluorescent lights flickered dimly along the ceiling, the chill of the basement affecting the ballasts. Glancing down, then over at Pru, Mordechai realized that the ballasts weren't the only things being affected. His tongue caressed the tips of his fangs, how much easier it would be to just take him out. Bancroft. The sec men. Pru and he could eliminate them all in seconds, leaving no trace. The only thing saving him was the fact that Mordechai had touched his mind. Not trusting others when they passed on rumors and such, he had personally tried to get inside. He made it part way, but then he started feeling nauseous. That feeling hadn't come from within him, it came from Bancroft. It was the power of his puppetmaster bleeding through, and it was more than Mordechai could handle on his own. It was enough, that the killer knew better than to try a direct assault, at least by himself. Nor would he drag is friend to her death, because of his arrogance. So it had come down to this. The killer drew one last deep unneeded breath as he smoothed the translucent mini-dress down, and with a blinding smile, tugged on Pru's arm.

"Come on, come on, COME ON. There he is. Oh my god, oh my god, OMG, OH MY GOD. IT'S HIM, IT REALLY IS." The words bubbled out like cheerleader on crack. Bouncing up and down the killer tugged on Pru again, dragging her down the hall towards the men at the end. "Do you believe this, Pricilla? It's MR BANCROFT. MR. BANCROFT. We're gonna meet him. WE'RE GONNA MEET HIM. OH. MY. GOD." A quick glance down reassured that the unleashed puppies had not escaped, so the killer figured a few more toe bounces wouldn't hurt, as they were now within five feet of the first security man. "It really is you, isn't it? You ARE Mr. Bancroft, right? You are, I know you are. Oh my god, it's YOU" Drawing Pru right up beside him, Mordechai gave her a one armed squeeze holding her close. "I am Maranda, and this is Pricilla. We are your BIGGEST FANS" Bouncing on her toes again, this time his bouncing twins had company as the movement was transferred into the body pressed to his.

[Prudence]

It was too much for the redheaded killer as she watched Mordie bubble up with excitement at seeing Bancroft. The **** that was coming out of his mouth just made her laugh. Prudence couldn't help it, she laughed and laughed loudly as Mordie played the part all too well of some Bancroft cheer-leading fan girl.

Her hand went over her lips to stop the laughter from spilling out, but still it came out. Prudence stopped herself, by following suit with what Mordie was doing. "Oh mai gawd! My mom just won't even believe it when I tell her. This is soooooo amah-zing!" Prudence was jumping up and down now, her hold on Mordie released and his on hers, gone as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands together. It was, a hot mess, she imagined.

"Mr. Bancroft, please! Can, I just have one tinsy, tiny favor? My mom will never believe me if I don't have any proof! Can I have your autograph please?" Prudence moved from Mordie, towards the male that was running for a hot spot in office. The male was taken aback completely with two women that seemed to be borderline psychotic and potentially in love with the guy threw themselves at him. He pulled a pen out from a binder he was carrying with some papers in them as Prudence snuggled right up to him.
"Oh, fiddlesticks! I seem to be short on paper." Prudence did a little huff as she twirled some strands of red hair around one of her fingertips.
"Well, work with what god gave ya, I always say."[/font] With that, Prudence pulled down the top of her dress a little, revealing the small hilt of her breast. She inched closer to him, her right breast partially exposed as her right arm wrapped around his waist while she waited for him to get a good look of what she had to offer.

[Mordechai]

Finally. It was out of character. Waaaay out of character. Though no more for her, than for himself. Finally Pru had focused, and become the persona needed to pull off this mission. It was something he had never done before, at least not as a woman, but with his partner finally focused on the job at hand, Mordechai figured they had a chance at success. They were a good team, she and he. A smile graced her visage as he watched Pru step up and move closer. Four hands slid into four jackets, four visages hardened as the titian haired killer snuggled right in to the puppet politcal player, only to relax as she gave a tug at the neckline of the skin tight latex mini, one firm breast almost popping out.

As now five sets of eyes were focused on Pru's heaving bosum, Moredchai reached out mental accessing the positions of the other teams. They were almost in position, to start the rally without the real candidate, they would have to keep him occupied a little longer. Unsure of his new body, and trying to appear natural, Mordechai let his apparent exuberance draw him closer into the pack forming around Pru. It seemed the pale swell of firm flesh had everyones attention, and would hold it at least as long as it took the mayoral candidate to scrawl his John Hancock across the proffered creamy surface.

"That is a great idea Prissy. Better keep it out for a bit so it doesnt smudge. We can goto Sinful Ink after the rally and get Sin to tattoo it in" Mordechai was inside the knot of men now, doing his part in distracting the guards. "Then we will remember this night forever." He gushed. As if he could ever forget a night spent trapped in the body of a bubbly blonde bimbo. Pru had the body guards almost totally entranced with her display. The combination of a tall well built red head in heals and a form fitted black mini, that left no doubt that the actual dress was the only piece of material gracing the vivascious form before them. A slight touch of each their minds let the killer know that all four of the men were focused on the show before them.

Mordechai was oh so tempted to look again into mind of the political hack before him, but did not want to alert the puppet's master that a game was afloat. Years of reading body language showed a battle in the puppets eyes. The man wanted the bounty before him, but the master's orders still held sway. There was a focus in those eyes showing that he was not totally taken in as his guards were, something more was needed to swing the balance in to the women's favor.

"It is for the good of the mission" he whispered into the red haired killers mind.

Sliding sinuously up against his partner the killer wrapped one arm around her waist, as he nuzzled his blonde silken tresses against her toned bicep. "You have made our day Mr Bancroft, Hell you made my whole YEAR. I can't believe we are actually here with you", the blonde cooo'd sexily, before continuing in a lower, softer voice" Is there anyway we can thank you? I mean you have our votes fer surrre, duh! ! ! but I mean, this is just SOOOOO awesome." As the blonde was already in four inch heels going up on her toes didn't make her much taller, but it added just enough.

"It is for the good of the mission" he whispered once more along their mental pathway.

The blonde's free hand slid upwards over the toned washboard abs hidden under the black latex to cup and steady Pru's breast for the autograph. Her thumb rested on the hardened pebble just inside the edge of the latex, as she flicked the tip of her soft pink tongue on the red haired beauty's shoulder. "We would do ANYTHING to show our appreciation...." The soft pink tongue continued up Pru's throat, leaving a trail of nibbles and kisses as the Brittney look alike pressed her breasts into her partners arm.

"Anything"

[Prudence]

With all eyes on her, Prudence was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. She wasn't used to such attention, not like this. Obnoxious, rowdy, loud-mouth Prudence getting attention was one thing? Sultry, Vixen Prudence? A totally different ballpark for the redhead. She swayed a little, as if to shrug the candidate off, but stopped when she heard Miranda talking and even egging on her behavior. Narrowed eyes focused on Miranda, even though Prudence had a plastered smile on her face. She wasn't surprised that Mordie was egging her on, she did have everyone's undivided attention. Her boobs weren't even that ample. Prudence had seen a lot bigger boobs than hers.

A laugh emitted from her lips again when Miranda suggested Prudence getting the guy's signature inked on her in a permanent fashion. It was an absurd idea, which was why the woman laughed, but it came out as a nervous laugh, because what if the candidate thought it was a brilliant idea and she actually had to do it, if he left with them at some point? Prudence tugged on her red locks as she leaned in closer and inspected the job the guy did on her half exposed boob that was being manhandled by Miranda who was actually Mordie. Mordie, her best friend, who was shacked up with her Kennedy. “Ohmygawd! You are soooo amazing. Isn't he amazing, Miranda?” Prudence gushed, as an elbow came up as Prudence bounced up and down excitedly, elbowing Miranda in the gut. Anything wasn't exactly in her books, and she had been straight about that with Mordie from the beginning. If he wanted to do anything, well that would be one hell of a tale and disgusting!

“OOOPS!” Prudence laughed as the elbow connected, the woman wrapping both her arms around Miranda, her breasts against the side of Miranda's frame. That would stop her boobs from being both gawked at like they were Christmas bulbs on a tree, and stop him from touching her boobs. “Your turn! We could be like twins. And you know how close twins can be.” Prudence hugged Miranda tighter, before shoving her at the guy. “We can tell all the sisters back in gamma, sigma, gamma all about it! Just think what a great story to tell your little!” Prudence barfed all that ******** out as she cozied up to one of the guards. “Ever been to a sorority party? We just loooooove Bancroft.” She nuzzled up against him, then wrapped an arm around his forearm. “Do you work out? How much can you lift? Do you think you could lift little ole me? Wouldn't that be a great facebook pic, Miranda?” Prudence squeezed his arm muscles as she batted her lashes at the security personnel who was fumbling for words. He knew he wasn't supposed to talk, but the temptation was too difficult to resist.

“I bet you can't.” Prudence pouted as her shoulders slumped forward a little bit, her eyes on another male. “I bet you can. Come here.” She put a finger out and beckoned him to her. He looked at Bancroft, around the room, to her, then back to Bancroft. “Oh, fiddlesticks! I think we have to go soon. Sorority business.” Prudence sighed, then untangled herself from the male she had been wrapped around. “We could have had such fun, lover.” She blew him a kiss, then went over by Miranda and gave her *** a firm squeeze. It was squishy, so she squished it again. “Ready, babe?” Prudence leaned into the blonde and gave her a kiss on the cheek for the second time that night.