𝓝𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂 𝓜𝓬𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

You wanted to meet? Is this too public, or would you rather we go somewhere a little more personal?

🇺🇸 𝙉𝙖𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙚 🇺🇸

•CIA Special Operations Chief

•Written for the #DSVerse

•MDNI | Lewd and Dark themes ahead | 18+

•Trans (No Bottom Surgery)

•Written by #Invicta

Without much warning she was yanked down onto her hands and knees, landing with a loud thud. She remained still, seated on all fours

Her mouth was open nice and wide, letting the glob of spit drip perfectly down into her mouth. She didn’t even move as it began to untie her. She was lost, just another faceless toy

“I will obey.”

The voice spoke in a mere whisper its lips glistening delicately as the latex fingers explored her exposed flesh

Nancy was silent as she followed Clara, her mind trying to put the pieces together about her behavior but there was just something missing.

“It’s a lovely place” she commented, those blue eyes drifting down to their hands again. She was curious to know what their boss was planning.

‎
Feet . Now .

Nancy noticed their delicate hands interlaced. Was it the drinking? Did Clara like her? Surely there was some motive.

The cool breeze over the sunset calmed her, it reminded her of somewhere else. Home. Wherever that even was.

“Did Miss Wilson mention anything else about me?” She spoke softly

Nancy froze up as Clara took her hand, her heart was suddenly pounding, why was she so nervous?

“I-…” she nodded as she followed her into the elevator “walk…I think some fresh air would be nice.” It was clear that something wasn’t right with Nancy

Nancy watched as she stood, still studying each and every motion of the beautiful German. Surely this was a test? Freya and Farah must have set this up on purpose to test her conditioning.

“Lead the way.” She smiled and followed behind her

“Oh- that’s quite nice of her…” she smiled, finishing her drink.

She blushed seeing how much Clara had drank “would you like to walk me over?” It was a rare showing of emotion out of the blonde. She hadn’t felt this…this normal in a while.

Nancy smiled, it was weird to feel this relaxed. The sensation was almost alien to her.

“Oh wow, lots of traveling then.” Her eyes wandered, there was something about Clara that made her calm, made her feel like herself.

“I must admit I’m looking forward to working with you.”

Nancy chuckled

“Seems like we have a lot in common. At this point it almost feels like work is my purpose.”

She ran her fingers through her hair before taking another sip, her blonde locks still too short for her liking but she knew it would grow out in time.

“So Freya brought you to the US?”

Nancy followed her over to the couch, sitting beside her.

“There’s really not much to know.” She didn’t really remember too much honestly

“My work life is pretty much all consuming at this point. I go where Miss Abbas says and don’t really ask any questions.”

Nancy nodded softly as she sipped her drink.

“Honestly I think that’s the same with me…I’ve been working with her for years, I can’t remember a time she wasn’t around” she chuckled

“I’m a little surprised we haven’t met or worked together before.”

Nancy paused as she thought about the question. She frankly didn’t remember how long she’d been working.

“Quite some time now too…” she chuckled softly, taking the drink as it was offered. She looked down at it for a moment before taking a small sip.

“How long have you known Miss Wilson?”

Nancy looked up at Clara as she sat down on the desk itself. There was something about the German that made Nancy feel different, more like herself.

“Right, wonderful.” She was still, this was probably the most emotion she’d shown since the Ranch.

“How long have you been a PI?” Her head tilited

Nancy’s eyes set on the monitor as it was spun, quickly combing through before she gazed back at Clara

“It seems like we are going to be spending some time together then Mis…” she shook her head, stopping herself “Clara.” That silly smile crossed her lips again. Something felt different. Warm.

Nancy’s lips perked, a smile crossed them for the first time in likely months.

“You’re also a PI?” She asked, the smile lingering. That tightness in her core only worsened, for someone so cold and professional Nancy seemed to be loosening up.

“What is the assignment Miss Schreiber?”

Nancy took the seat in front of her, those eyes still glimmering faintly as she sat before Clara

“Your accent, German correct?” The blonde asked before the faintest pink hue stained her pale cheeks

“I must admit, Miss Abbas did not tell me what we would be meeting about, only that I was needed”

Nancy’s eyes became trapped on the woman as her head perked up. There was an unfamiliar tightness in her core that she couldn’t explain. Her icy professionalism seemed to waiver for a brief moment.

“I…yes.” She extended her hand to the woman seated before her “I don’t believe I got your name?”

“𝐺𝑜 𝑜𝑛 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛.”
𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒕𝒐𝒏
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕

𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 #DSVERSE 𝑏𝑦 #ꜰɪɴᴄʜ

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── 📽️ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
❝... and I'm
Claudette Clayton,
G'mornin'
Big Easy~.❞
╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── 🎬 ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

Nancy expression didn’t particularly change as Sofia told her of Freya’s absence. Their reunion would have to come another day. Expressionlessly she gave a single polite bow of her head

“Thank you~”

She made her way into the office, already so many memories of her past started to resurface.

F-Corp. Nancy’s old stomping ground, too long had past since Farah sent her back to. But Freya needed Nancy’s eyes and ears once more, it would be her first time back.

“Excuse me. I believe Ms.Wilson is expecting me.” She looked at down at the desk coldly

“Madam Abbas sent me.”

𝘐𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺?

𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍
𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎
𝟹 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎

Detectives are cute.

So smart, but can't see what's right under their nose~

“Thank you Mistress, it’s a pleasure to serve~”