"I never took ya for a cuck, frog legs. But I guess it shoulda' been obvious with how much ya stick your nose into peoples business." Sniper growled, his contempt for the Frenchman shining through, despite the opportunity he was being given. "Au contraire, bushman, you are ze one with ze least power here." He smirked, laying a hand on his wife's thigh possessively but enough to show that he wasn't the one in control either.
"Now, now, stop fightin' there's plenty of me ta go around, nobody's be gettin' anythin' if ya keep this up." She warned sternly, crossing her legs to add another layer to the warning. Sniper could've dropped to his knees right there...if Spy wasn't there. Spy was the only thing reminding him to have a sense of dignity instead of throwing himself at the older woman. This was probably Spy's one good act in his lifetime, he must be dying, a last-ditch attempt at getting into heaven Sniper guessed.
Too bad.
"Beg to have her, bushman." Spy's curt words cutting through Sniper's blissful, slightly morbid, daydreams. "Hah, you wish. I ain't beggin' in front of 'im." Sniper snarled, an attack specifically at the other man in the room. Although she enjoyed watching them fight over her like a piece of meat she wasn't too fond of the disrespectfulness of it. "Spy, stop antagonisin' our guest. It's like ya've got no manners." Her tone of disappointment was enough to shut him up, she was one scary lady, something that Sniper would come to learn later on.
With a sharp look from Spy's wife Sniper knew what he'd have to do...but god he'd kill that French bastard if he said anything. Some people would think that being on your knees in front of your awful coworker and his wife who you wanted to fuck would be degrading.
It was.
But it was exhilarating too, knowing he had the least power in the situation, not safe in his high ground position of a sniper's nest precariously balanced between punishment and reward beneath a couple he could easily overpower if he wanted to.He wouldn't though. He was quite a fan of their...bedroom etiquette. Strong women always were a hot thing, it's a shame the snivelling little worm come with her, he'd gladly fuck Scout's ma without Spy.
A begrudging quiet "please..." left Sniper's mouth. The ever so arrogant Spy lunged into action, a viscous fox snatching up whatever it could get on its prey. "Hah! C'est pathétique! Mon fleur, you cannot really want to..." He trailed off, seeing the way the woman was glaring at him, "Non, non, never mind..."
"Dats what I thought, honey." She laughed softly and leant down towards Sniper, "Don't you worry bout him, I want you tonight...but he's right. Prove t'me you're worth 'cheating' on my husband for." She left cheating in air quotes as she knew they both didn't mind who she slept with. "Please ma'am..." Sniper's voice ran low as he glared at Spy, crawling on his hands and knees like a hungry animal. "I'll be so good...bet your stupid frenchie can't rough you up like a real man could."
Ma blushed at that, biting her lip softly and laughing, "Well aren't you a bold thing!" Her laugh made Sniper want to crawl back in his shell, to move state, get a new job, anything to avoid a cruel fate from her. She cupped the side of his face and tilted his head up, "Y'think you could fix him up for me?" She winked, nodding her head towards Spy. "Could do more than that Ma'am..." Sniper replied, his daydreams of Spy being ripped apart returning a lot more sexually. Suddenly the graphic visions of a nice headshot had turned into wanting him panting and exhausted in his nest.
"Well then yer in!" She exclaimed happily, her joy seemed unrealistic but she was a rather happy woman, "Welcome to the big leagues, Mick." She kissed his cheek gently before standing up, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away. "Play nice, okay?~"
