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Steam rolled around her in waves relaxing her tense muscles as well as the petite artic vixen’s fingers that worked down her back. As the masseuse laid into a particular knotted portion of her back, Jennivien let out a little gasp, causing the massage therapist to stop her kneading.
‘Mistress Jennivien, I did not hurt you?’

Muscles relaxing once again, the artic vixen let herself relax back onto the table of soft cushions. ‘No, no you are fine. Please continue.’

At her request the vixen began again, though with a noticeably gentler touch. Jennivien had just closed her eyes and was about to let her mind wander when an intrusive knock came from the huts door, shattering the dream filled haze.

‘Oh, what now.’ She murmured as the masseuse draped a towel over her for modesty’s sake before going to shoo off the uninvited guest.

‘Excuse me si- Sir! This is a private – Sir!’

The remnants of the dream faded entirely, as Jennivien’s body kicked into high alert, mentally she sprung from the table dived into a smooth roll that would bring her to her concealed .38 special and level it on the intruder. Her body though, having been worked on for several hours now, protested such thoughts and met her less than half way to her intended goal. The result was her falling from the table in an awkward tangle of arms and legs. She had barely managed to flop over when a cool voice punctured the air between them.

‘There will be no need for that. Ms. Frost.’

Jennivien froze, looking up at the silhouetted figure that stood in the archway. Her mind making the connection almost immediately. ‘Mr. Black.’ Her hand moved to secure the towel that had fallen with her over her chest, preserving what modestly she had left. ‘To what do I owe this pleasure.’

The small arctic vixen came bustling into the room behind him, bowing profoundly. ‘I am so sorry, Mistress Jennivien, he- ‘

Holding up a hand to ward off what was no doubt a long rehearsed series of apologies, Jennivien waved her hand in dismissal. The vixen, still looking quite flushed, shot the intruder a loathsome glare and retreated bowing as she went.

‘I hope there is a good reason for your interruption, do you know how hard it is to get into this club?’

Ignoring the question, Black’s only response was to cock an eyebrow. ‘I have a job for you.’

‘Six months!’ Jennivien continued as though he had not spoken, if he were going to ignore her, than she could too. ‘Six months of waiting, and-

‘Ms. Frost.’ Black’s voice took on a cold edge to it, and she could see his eyes narrowing in her minds eye. ‘I am not here to listen to your massage therapy sessions history, I am here to inform you that you have been reactivated.’

Jennivien bit back a sharp retort that was on her lips. ‘Reactivated?’

‘Yes.’ Black pressed on. ‘And reassigned. You new employer is waiting for you at this address. See that you wear something appropriate.’

With that he flicked a small envelope her way, spun on his heal and was out the door before she could level any sort of protest. Eyes fixed on the envelope, she blew out a frustrated breath. ‘I had better get a refund for this.’ She muttered to no one in particular.

C.S. Notes: Meet Jennivien, an arctic fox, who specializes in an assortment of high risk assignments. If you have to ask what she does, than you are in the wrong filed.

Description
Steam rolled around her in waves relaxing her tense muscles as well as the petite artic vixen’s fingers that worked down her back. As the masseuse laid into a particular knotted portion of her back, Jennivien let out a little gasp, causing the massage therapist to stop her kneading.
‘Mistress Jennivien, I did not hurt you?’

Muscles relaxing once again, the artic vixen let herself relax back onto the table of soft cushions. ‘No, no you are fine. Please continue.’

At her request the vixen began again, though with a noticeably gentler touch. Jennivien had just closed her eyes and was about to let her mind wander when an intrusive knock came from the huts door, shattering the dream filled haze.

‘Oh, what now.’ She murmured as the masseuse draped a towel over her for modesty’s sake before going to shoo off the uninvited guest.

‘Excuse me si- Sir! This is a private – Sir!’

The remnants of the dream faded entirely, as Jennivien’s body kicked into high alert, mentally she sprung from the table dived into a smooth roll that would bring her to her concealed .38 special and level it on the intruder. Her body though, having been worked on for several hours now, protested such thoughts and met her less than half way to her intended goal. The result was her falling from the table in an awkward tangle of arms and legs. She had barely managed to flop over when a cool voice punctured the air between them.

‘There will be no need for that. Ms. Frost.’

Jennivien froze, looking up at the silhouetted figure that stood in the archway. Her mind making the connection almost immediately. ‘Mr. Black.’ Her hand moved to secure the towel that had fallen with her over her chest, preserving what modestly she had left. ‘To what do I owe this pleasure.’

The small arctic vixen came bustling into the room behind him, bowing profoundly. ‘I am so sorry, Mistress Jennivien, he- ‘

Holding up a hand to ward off what was no doubt a long rehearsed series of apologies, Jennivien waved her hand in dismissal. The vixen, still looking quite flushed, shot the intruder a loathsome glare and retreated bowing as she went.

‘I hope there is a good reason for your interruption, do you know how hard it is to get into this club?’

Ignoring the question, Black’s only response was to cock an eyebrow. ‘I have a job for you.’

‘Six months!’ Jennivien continued as though he had not spoken, if he were going to ignore her, than she could too. ‘Six months of waiting, and-

‘Ms. Frost.’ Black’s voice took on a cold edge to it, and she could see his eyes narrowing in her minds eye. ‘I am not here to listen to your massage therapy sessions history, I am here to inform you that you have been reactivated.’

Jennivien bit back a sharp retort that was on her lips. ‘Reactivated?’

‘Yes.’ Black pressed on. ‘And reassigned. You new employer is waiting for you at this address. See that you wear something appropriate.’

With that he flicked a small envelope her way, spun on his heal and was out the door before she could level any sort of protest. Eyes fixed on the envelope, she blew out a frustrated breath. ‘I had better get a refund for this.’ She muttered to no one in particular.

C.S. Notes: Meet Jennivien, an arctic fox, who specializes in an assortment of high risk assignments. If you have to ask what she does, than you are in the wrong filed.