Room Service!
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 112770
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Stacy threw on a bathrobe, called room service and ordered a light dinner. The service was surprisingly quick. She answered the knock at her door and let in the uniformed waiter who pushed in a trolley with her food and drink. After he came in he made a point of closing the door which struck her as odd. Maybe it was that or maybe it was years of training that she didn't even knew she had, but when he pulled the knife she responded instantly.
She deflected the blade by smashing her forearm into his as he stabbed while simultaneously punching him in the head with her other arm. She grabbed the arm and smashed his hand against a table so that he dropped the knife. He swung his other hand, punching her in the head and she felt a flash of pain that engulfed the right side of her face. He grabbed her now round the neck, holding her from behind in a tight grip. "You stupid bitch!" he half spat, half whispered in her ear. "Did you think it would be so easy to leave the Dark Blade?" He pulled off the belt from her robe and wrapped it round her throat. He pulled it tight and Stacy couldn't breathe. She self like pressure was building up in her ears and eyes. She slammed her elbow back in to the the man's ribs. She felt the grip loosen for a fraction of a second but he didn't let go. She hit him again and again with all her strength and she thought she heard something snap. Then she pushed backwards smashing him into a wall and she felt his grip loosen again. This time she spun around, punching him in the stomach and then head-butted him in the nose, breaking it. She grabbed him by the lapels and threw him to the ground, landing on top of him. Stacy pinned him to the ground by sitting on his chest, her bare legs pressed on his arms. Her robe was open, her bare breasts hanging down mere inches from his face, but she didn't give a shit. "Who the fuck are you?" He managed a bloody smile. "I'm one of the Dark Blade of course." His eyes darted down to the tattoo on Stacy's chest. "You have the mark, but you are no longer worthy of it." He spat blood at the tattoo leaving a red trail that oozed down her right breast and dripped off her bare nipple. "If you are one of the Dark Blade then why are you working as a waiter?" "How fucking stupid are you?" he said. "This is just a cover." "And the mugger..." "It was meant to LOOK like a mugging of course. It was meant to be an assassination." "Well he did a shit job," she said. "As did you." She spat in his face and then punched him for good measure. It felt good. She lifted her weight up then sat down heavily on his chest, jarring his broken rib and making him scream in agony. She punched him again, and again, and kept on hitting him until he passed out.
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