Kayla is at home lifting weights while she waits for a phone call to brief her on her next mission. Her executrix outfit is laid out on the bed. She is growing more and more impatient as she's working out, and checks her phone frequently. "Come on, ring already..." She continues working out for a bit but decides she might as well just get ready anyways. She puts down the weights and slips out of her yoga pants, putting on the catsuit instead. She wraps the belt around her waist, slides her leather gloves onto her hands, zips up her heeled boots, sheathes the item into her belt, and finally puts on her mask and tucks it into her suit. Every time Kayla puts on her suit, she feels empowered, like a completely different person. "This suit makes me feel so powerful....like I can do anything." She flexes and checks out her biceps and observes how toned her abs are. She returns to the weights and lifts them a few times, before her phone suddenly rings. She picks it up with anticipation. "Yes, I'm ready. Where do I-" Her excitement quickly turns to anger. "You want me to do WHAT?" She rips off her mask. "You know damn well I only work alone! You're the only person who knows my identity and I'd like to keep it that way." Before she can continue she is cut off by the voice on the phone. "I understand now. I'm sorry for my outburst. I will take care of the rat problem. You just worry about the clean up."
Annoyed now, she takes off her catsuit and walks to her wardrobe.
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Now donned in a dress and her heeled boots, she puts on some makeup. She admires her new look and adds glasses for a finishing touch.
Apparently, her employer wants Kayla to meet her contact undercover. She's on her way out when she sees her executrix outfit laying on the bed. "Oh, I almost forgot about you..." She smirks and stashes the outfit in her handbag.
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Kayla greets her contact at the hotel. She greets him with a pleasant smile and a shake of the hand. She proposes they head to their room, where she excuses herself for just a few moments.
She heads for the washroom, locking the door behind her. She takes off her glasses and removes the catsuit from her handbag. She smiles mischieviously. "Time for the executrix to come out." She removes her dress and gets into her executrix getup. "Sorry, I just need to adjust my makeup." While she's dressing she tries to keep the contact talking, as he is growing suspicious. Belt, gloves, boots, and finally tucking in the mask. "Almost done in here!"
Kayla slowly walks back to the room.
"Well....how do I look?" The man turns around and is terrified. Turns out the man is the mole in the organization Kayla is working for. "Not what you expected, darling, hmmm?" He reaches for his cellphone but Kayla knocks it out of his reach with a swift backhand. "Ah ah. No outside interference....just you and me." The man tries to fight but she easily dodged his punches. Hands on her hips she mocks him. "What the fuck was that? You call those pathetic excuses punches? I'll show you how a real punch is supposed to look." She returns a few punches of her own and a kick that knocks him to the ground. She laughs and mocks him as his vision fades.
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The vision slowly returning, Kayla is towering over the man, but he still tries to talk some trash. She laughs and gives him a few punches and knees to the face. "You're making this worse than it needs to be. Tell me what I need to know and I promise to make this quick." She intimidates the man. "How do you know my identity? Who do you really work for?" The man refuses to answer but she's not having any of it. She makes a fist with her gloved hand, ready to dish out more punishment. "I'm not in the mood so TALK...NOW."
He finally gives in and tells her everything. "Interesting. Well....I guess I have no further use for you, so it's time for you to go." She kneels down to his level and wraps her gloved hands around his throat. She laughs and mocks him. "If the other men are as pathetic as you, this should be easy." The spy's vision fades and the final things he sees is the Executrix's boots as she walks away.
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Kayla sneaks into the building at the address the rat gave her. She tries to be sneaky but is discovered. She is engaged in a fight with a few guards. She throws punches, kicks, and knees but is almost bested. These guys can fight. Her eyes roll beneath her mask as she sways on her feet. She shakes herself out of it and grabs the item she has sheathed in her belt and uses it to take care of her attackers. The last guy runs away, locking himself in the surveillance room.
She knocks politely on the door. "Listen, I just want the recordings. I promise if you delete the recordings I will let you go. Open up the door, please, so I can make sure you've gotten rid of them. You have my word no harm will come to you if you do what I say." She caresses the door with her gloved hand. The guard falls for his honeyed words and unlocks the door. Slowly, she enters.
"Is everything deleted?" He nods. "Good." She backhands him and he is knocked to the floor. She towers over him as he pleads with her. She removes her mask and throws it to the floor. She kneels and wraps her hands around his neck. She talks to him. "The surveillance footage may be gone....but you guys already saw it." She leans in closer and whispers to him. "And the Executrix never leaves any witnesses."
She continues to brag while his vision fades. "Like what you see? Was discovering my identity worth it?" A little more and he is gone. Vision fading to black, all he sees is her heels as she walks away.
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Kayla is back in dress now and calling her employer. "Hi, it's me. Everything is taken care of, just send in the clean up crew. But be warned...I left a little bit of a mess this time." She chuckles. "And hey, thanks for protecting my identity. I appreciate it." She takes a look at her catsuit and mask inside her bag and smiles. "Until next time." She hangs up the phone and walks away.
