Fox & Curtis || Bang, bang . . .

Ms. Fox waited patiently in the lounge of the mansion which belonged to her uncle, Eleuterio Minguez.  A few months had passed since Mr. Curtis had gotten shot while helping her steal back the financial documents, and deeds which were taken from her.  The two of them had been hiding ever since. Keeping a low profile and quietly establishing new aliases. The cartel was still after them, and they wouldn’t be able to stop running until her uncle’s empire was destroyed. Tonight, they planned to strike her uncle where it hurt, and take care of his wife.

In her mind, Mr. Curtis was born to blend in and work a crowd. He had left her to find the whereabouts of the target, while she scoped out the room.  It did not take long, and soon she felt his hand on her shoulder and around her waist.  No one else had a touch like that.

Ms. Fox lifted up her left hand to reached for the hand on her shoulder, prominently displaying the large rock affixed to her wedding finger. Their identities for the night, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, were new ‘power couple’ that had come into a large sum. This diamond was proof to the point.

Mr. Curtis nodded at the passing guest and greeted her. Speaking over her shoulder, “Mrs. Jones.  How are you enjoying yourself this evening so far my love?”

For her part, Ms. Fox chuckled politely and tipped her head back. “This party is the highlight of the year.”

Mr. Curtis spoke lower, trying not to move his lips in a ventriloquist fashion, “Keep talking. Act natural. Play it cool.  I found her.” He beamed and brought her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles tenderly, keeping the charade of husband and wife up.  Ms. Fox smiled beautifully, giving a small nod to show she understood what he said.

After a few couples made small talk with ‘Mr. & Mrs. Jones,’ the two of them made their way further into the festivities where various activities were set up: such as a dance floor,  photo booth, and the main buffet.  Mr. Curtis escorted Ms. Fox through the crowd to the first landing of the circular stairwell. Their target was upstairs. All they had to do now was get up there without being noticed.

Suddenly a commotion came from the upper landing.  Coming down the stairs, escorted by three police officers and her husband, was Mrs. Minguez, with her hands behind her back.

Shouting and fast arguing in Spanish accompanied the group.  All the guest had stopped their partying in favor of watching the scene unfold. Even Ms. Fox was transfixed and didn’t register that, while the wife may not recognize her, the uncle surely would.

Mr. Curtis moved the two of them to the other side of the stairwell, into a room, and pinned Ms. Fox against the wall like they were there for the privacy. They were still in site of the happenings and Ms. Fox turned her head to look out the doorway.  Her eyes blazed in anger as her gaze fell on her uncle, Eleuterio Minguez.  “Shhh baby,” Mr. Curtis said to her, “We’ll get our chance.”

This was wrong.  All wrong and Ms. Fox didn’t understand what was happening.  If she and her partner were not responsible for this, then who was?

As his wife was escorted out of the mansion, Eleuterio began to yell at his guests and swing his arms in a wide circle.  “Vete de aqui!”  And the guest started to file out in a rush.  No one wanted to be a victim of his anger.

They left their temporary hideout and Mr. Curtis moved them along in the crowd, but then made more of a sideways route than straight for the door. By the time he had tucked them into the photobooth unseen, Eleuterio was slamming the front door shut and barking at one of his six guards in the room still.

They were now trapped inside the mansion with the uncle who wanted her dead. The plan of action was clear. Mr. Curtis moved his hands from Ms. Fox’s body now, reaching inside his blazer to draw his colt out of his holster.  Suddenly, he groaned when Ms. Fox bent down, pushing her ass into him to pull hers from its own strapping under her skirt.  “For fuck’s sake Noa…. ”

Despite the situation, she couldn’t help it. The sense of danger heightened her desire.  “Just making sure you were loaded, Mason,” she quipped, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder a moment.

Mason whispered, “You always get like this when you hold that thing.”

Giggling softly, trying to not be heard, “Do I?  I didn’t notice.” was Ms. Fox’s reply.

Mr. Curtis squeezed her ass hard in his other hand, keeping an eye on the end of her gun, then froze once he heard her uncle and his guards getting closer.  Leaning into the back of her,  his lips against brushed against her ear as he spoke low.  “Ready?”

Broderick ( Check out his blog: A Gentlemen’s Game )
Hair: Exile::Vindicated
Suit: Kauna – UPCLR Suit
Gun: -NOeditiON- Steam Gun (Silver) (comes with rare pose) @ TMD Dec. Round

Ryanna (That’s me!)
Dress: [Kenny Rolands] Sensuality -White-  @ Tres Chic { Until Jan. 5 }
Hair: little bones.  Feline
Accessories: Lazuri – Enchanted Diamond Complete Set
Shoes: N-core –  TIFFANY “Silver”
Gun: -NOeditiON- Steam Gun (Gold) (comes with rare pose) @ TMD Dec. Round

Q Poses {QP} – When You Touch Me @ Cosmopolitan until Jan. 1
-NOeditiON- ‘Steamy Collection’ Man Down (RARE) @ TMD Dec. Round

MINIMAL – Instagram Background *7* *RARE* @ The Chapter Four until Dec. 21
CHEZ MOI New Year’s Eve Cart @ Tres Chic Dec. Round
CHEZ MOI Stars Ceiling(various) @ Tres Chic Dec. Round
CHEZ MOI HappyNewYear String @ Tres Chic Dec. Round
CHEZ MOI TonightWereGonnaParty String @ Tres Chic Dec. Round
CHEZ MOI 2017 Photo Booth @ Tres Chic Dec. Round
Noble Creations [NC] – Wood Candelabrum – 5 Flames FREE GIFT @ We ❤ RP Dec. Round


3 thoughts on “Fox & Curtis || Bang, bang . . .

  1. devawestland says:

    Phew! Thank goodness for that! I had been worried about Fox and Curtis…. and what on earth they could have been doing to fill their time for the past few months! 😉
    I love this episode. You have it all in there, the sly planning, smooth manners… and the hint of danger….. but always their perfect chemistry! Thank you for my Fox and Curtis fix! ❤

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