Some people have a knack for finding strange things. Strange things always seem to find Zane Legends. And strange people. Zane had made it his job to help out those less fortunate than himself, and when the young homeless lady had asked him for his help, well how could he refuse?
As much as he would have just liked to have taken her back to his small apartment and gotten to...know each other better, unfortunately they had to get her registered with the government first. From her times in the streets, she had lost all her identifying cards, and well, they had to be replaced. Otherwise his apartment building would kick her out.
A quick stop at the apartment (and a quick stop to the showers to clean both of them...and then an actual shower to actually get clean) they were on their way to the large, monolithic building that called itself “Central Bureaucracy”.
Zane grimaced at the large building. It was an unpleasant building, made more unpleasant by the archaic and backwards organization that ran it. But he was mostly happy after this brief enjoyment with his new found lady friend in the showers, and now he felt especially compelled to help her out.
Luckily, he knew a source on the inside. Before they even made it to the first incredibly long and daunting line, they were whisked away down multiple corridors before finally finding themselves in a small, windowless office.
“It's been a long time, Zane,” a sultry voice said as the woman in the chair stood up from behind her desk. Zane swallowed nervously before flashing her a bright smile. It was Catherine.
He had know her for quite some time. They had had quite the romance back in the day before she had gotten a job here, and had gotten too busy for such romance. From the look on her face, she was quite eager to rekindle that old romance.
“How can I help you today, Zane? It looks like you've brought a friend along for some fun?” she said, licking her lips.
Zane blinked slowly as his first thought was that the government building was not any fun, and the second was to remember just how...vibrantly bisexual she was. And very much into threesomes, last he remembered. He was about to worry about his new found friend except she seemed to be quite enthusiastic about the implications herself.
“Are you going to introduce me to her?” Catherine said with a smile.
“Oh, I'm Mary Albright,” Mary said, holding her hand out to Catherine. Catherine smiled, taking her hand, shaking it warmly before kissing it once.
“And what do you need?” Catherine said with a purr, sitting on her desk, crossing her legs at the ankle. Zane swallowed before nodding.
“Ah, we're here to get all of Mary's ID cards, stuff like that. Can you do that for us?” he said, sounding hopeful.
Catherine's grin grew wider as she beckoned a finger at Zane. Zane stepped forward before Catherine was grabbing him, kissing him forcefully. He wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss, feel her melt against him.
“You always were such a good kisser, Zane. Tell you what. Normally the charge and time to replace all forms of ID are rather astronomical. However...I think we can work out a deal between the three of us...to get you those cards today...” Catherine said, smiling at the two of them.
Mary stepped between Zane and Catherine, kissing Catherine suddenly. “Oh, I think we can,” she said, voice even lower than Catherine's voice.
Zane decided that this was the best idea ever, entranced as he watched his past and present flames kissing each other.
He was jolted out of his reverie by Mary talking to Catherine. “Do you know how he got that silly scar?”
Zane frowned, touching his forehead. It wasn't a silly scar at all...”It's not a silly scar, in fact it's...” he said before Catherine seemed to get bored with him talking, pressing him against the wall as she started to unbuckle his pants.
“Less talking, more sex,” she said, breath heavy. He thought about protesting before he felt Mary kneel down next to him, pulling his pants off. Maybe he could wait to tell that story until after they had finished the deal here...
The guards smirked at them as they left the building, hair tousled, clothes disheveled, arms filled with so many forms of ID that Zane had never knew existed before.