<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/3f7ac0355e6a7d875975b6bc89be65f7/tumblr_mkqxnaGpbS1rly7h0o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vixen Vickers<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human, Female<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Raven<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Blue<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'7"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>110 lbs.<br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong>Bisexual, Borderline Nymphomaniac<br/><br/><em>Oh, Handsome Hal.</em>She thought as she watched him eat Bill's face.<em>Oh, Bill.</em>And then Larry.<em>And Larry, too?</em>Then, Handsome Hal jumped at some guy whose name she didn't quite recall, but she remembered him.  She never forgot the face of a man that spewed a hot stream of semen across her face -- unless of course the dickhead intentionally shot her in the eye.  But she wasn't very good with names.  Still,<em>...  Too bad what's his face got it.  I liked him.</em>But she sort of lost interest halfway through, and glanced down to readjust her large, taut tits in her leather corset.  Appearance was of the utmost importance, after all.<br/><br/>She had considered what to wear for the longest time earlier in the day, but she settled in on her usual combat attire:  a black leather catsuit with thigh high, high-heeled boots.  She wore black leather gloves, too -- she didn't like to gloat, but she really had the gloved hand job mastered.  It was the only reason she wore them, really.  The catsuit was something she could easily get out of if needed.  And given her inclinations, she always needed to get out of it.  And fast.  One hooped zipper dangled from her throat, and with one smooth motion, she could be exposed to all manner of ingress!  She had already done it with two men at the same time on the way to the meetup.  It had been a little messy, but nothing a quick scan with a compact couldn't fix.  Still, she had missed a spot -- but thankfully, one of the crew members communicated to her with gestures that she had ejaculate on her chin.  She smiled lingeringly at him as she wiped it off, and then blew him a kiss.<br/><br/>As she walked down the corridor alongside the other newbies, she continually glanced askance -- no man or woman being passed up to this sexual predator.  Everyone had something about them that she could give them a good screw over.  Her svelte figure squeaked in its leather shell, her musculature gleaming in the pallid light.  Her heels stomped against the surface of the steel hallway, her determined gait only alluding to her sexual appetite.  Her breasts jiggled, her hair bounced, her large, round butt swayed lovingly back and forth as she winked at passersby.<br/><br/>When confronted with the large, tanned, big-breasted figure that belonged to the Queen of Carnage herself, Vixen could feel her wetness seeping all the way to her ankles.  She was immediately attracted to the woman's power.  Equations that took economists hours to develop appeared instantly before Vixen, and she estimated Briar's wealth to be astronomical.  This, of course, further increased her attraction.  She was becoming a little wobbly -- so she slowly sat down and folded her legs, one over the other, as she allowed her hair to swing behind her shoulder.  She fixed her glasses, and leaned back to listen.  The men beside her were no slouches, either!  She could have just reached over and grabbed them by the crotch.  The meeting was an ordeal in sexual restraint, which was ready to burst as she was reminded of the hot nights she served as Handsome Hal's slut.<br/><br/>"The remaining 10% of the school..."  she said slowly,  "How expendable are they?"<br/><br/>