Haizel glanced around the room; a ways of escaping the vast room eluded her. Her grey eyes focused, grasping the minute details along the walls. The tiny paper fibers in the artwork took her attention; tears in the bright colours, the follicles standing on end, invisible to the human eye. The steel reflection caught her eye, the sparkle bouncing from the outside light and into her vision.<span style="font-style: italic">Turrets...oh</span><br/>"Heck...could you please excuse us?" She said as she continued to to stare at Django, averting Heck's gaze. She awaited Heck's departure, hearing his light footsteps as his boots hit the wooden floor, the shuffling of his feet creating small scuffs in the cherry tarnished lumber. She heard him disappear into a separate room, the door clicking softly at his departure.<br/><br/>Haizel moved forward, exaggerating the sway of her hips, letting them flow as she stepped forward, her long legs enveloping Django's eyes; his creepy gaze stayed upon her, licking his lips slowly in deep satisfaction. She pulled her body onto his desk, like a cat stalking its prey; her round ass high in the air, her body low. She pushed random items off his desk, swiping them with her hand and letting them cascade from the table top. The glass shattered, splaying pieces across the large room, pens lightly bounced, landing in difficult places along with the papers, now spread, wafting through the room like air. She rested her hand at the back of his neck, pulling him close, his wheeled chair heeding to her command. She bit into his neck, sucking on it forcefully, hearing him sigh with pleasure beneath her.<br/><br/>"Only twenty minutes?" She whispered in his ear, huskiness smothered her voice, "you know....there is nothing that turns me on more than a little death" she fluttered her eyes, showing off her long black eyelashes, the blue becoming more vibrant. Django looked over, the large gorilla-man still stood against the elevator door, on duty. "My best man?" Django asked, his face becoming wary. "Even better" she moaned.<br/><br/>Django pulled out his gun, settling it in his hands, quietly taking aim. He shoot him with precision, the bullet spiralling in between his eyes. She moaned with pleasure as she watched his limp body plummeted to the ground, a loud thump leaving in his death. "Oh yes....oh no..why didn't those big bad turrets attack you?" Her voice light and dainty, full of innocence.<br/><br/>"The chip inside my arm. I am of no threat." She moaned quietly at his response, pushing his face between his breasts, grabbing at the tips of his hair "A genius. Take me to your room. The turrets may shoot me after how hard i fuck you." She told him as he pulled away; a devilish smile now spread across his face.<br/><br/>She pushed him hard against the bed and his body bounced as he hit the mattress. She ripped his pants from his legs, throwing them away against the floor. Django began touched his bugle, awakening it as she stripped, slowly leaving her clothes on the ground below. She crawled onto the bed, immediately sticking his cock into her, moaning loudly as he thrusted into her. She bounced atop his pelvis, her breast bouncing in rhythm, the headboard banging hard against the back wall. She pushed her hands against his bare neck and pushed down. She threw her head back, her hair becoming wild, her moan loudening as she bounced faster. He grabbed at her arm as his choking became known, his nails digging into her naked flesh. She felt him go limp underneath her body, his breath settling after the struggle. She sighed with relief before she jumped off him, not missing a beat as she quickly pulled her clothes on. She pushed open the door gently, wary of the nearby turrets though was quick to realize they stayed still. "Heck?"