The door to room 30, the number embossed on the door in the roman numeral XXX slowly opened and a blonde woman with skin the color of honey made her way into the room. Languidly, she striped to reveal more of herself until she was standing in front of the room’s only mirror in her black sports bra and matching panties. She looked herself over and saw the muscular quality of her body had become more defined as she ran a hand over her stomach and flexed her tattooed arms. Her 5’7 frame wasn’t overly muscled, but she still trained to keep her figure. After running a hand through her whitish blonde hair, Recca fell back into her bed tiredly.

Recca lay in her bed, losing herself in the feel of her silken sheets as her head tossed about on her fluffy pillows. She reluctantly returned to the moment as the restlessness came over her, and it reminded her how she had been feeling since she had decided to take some time away form the contract killing business and train while running her adoptive father Kai’s inn. She hadn’t expected it to take up so much time to remodel the Shattered Haven Inn, but she was learning quickly how much work it really was. As she lay there Recca thought of the friends she had at the Bloodlust and how she had had little time to socialize in recent weeks.

The good thing about the remodeling and reorganizing was that her friend and lifelong idol, Neshira Namea had found her way to the inn after a hit and had decided to accept a job as a hostess and stay in one of the rooms. Unfortunately the inn was closed and Recca was the only one there.

As she felt the emptiness of the place, her mind drifted to the friends she missed most. He boyfriend Maxwell Moonsong and the long departed Karla McKennet.

Maxwell, or Maxie as he was more commonly known by the patrons of the Bloodlust, was a hired gun that did whatever odd job his clients brought him. He was a lanky but well toned Lycan from Scotland whom Recca had fallen for the first time she had seen him. He took much in stride, his casual attitude hiding the fierce warrior beneath.

Karla was the chief of the homicide division at the local police department. She and Recca had met and began a relationship with the idea of no strings attached sex, despite being on opposite sides of the law, but they had worked out a deal for the jobs Recca had taken. Somewhere down the line it had gotten emotional for Karla and they had parted ways on less than friendly terms and Recca had regretted what she had last said when she watched the other woman drive off into the sunset. Karla stood two inches taller than Recca, her chestnut brown hair cut close. Recca didn’t know the story behind it, but policewoman had a tattoo of a strange red sun that emanated from her belly button, which Recca had found extremely sexy.

Out of all the people that had had met at the Bloodlust bar, these two had touched her in ways no others were granted permission to. Recca’s hands slide across her body as her thoughts of her boyfriend and her former lover had brought with them a lust that she needed to fill badly. Rubbing the covers between her legs, Recca felt a familiar dampness forming at her womanly center. Her right hand moved slowly down her body to rub her black panties against her clitoris, the stimulus causing it to enlarge with each stroke as her left hand groped at her sized c breast. The room seemed to fill with the presence of the Scotsman as Recca caressed herself, pulling her tit free of the confines of her bra. She imagined her hands as though they were the rough, calloused hands of the redheaded Scotsman and let out a soft moan as she slid her underwear off and then slid her index finger into her tight wet vagina. To her it was as though Maxie was there with her and he was fulfilling the desire that was building with each pass of her finger through her most sensitive lips. Cupping her breast and pushing it toward her face, Recca imagined that her tongue was that of Karla’s as she nibbled at the bud atop the dark honey colored mound. Biting and licking at her nipple, while she impaled her delicate pink petal with her finger slowly had completely consumed her.

There was nothing but lust and Recca in her world as moans and whimpers of longing filled her room. If there had been she would have heard the front door open and footsteps make their way up the steps. The owner was making their way past the room when curiosity and the door to Recca’s room had been left cracked open wide enough for them to get a show as the blonde pleasured herself. The newcomer could felt the aches and desire for companionship from within the room and it’s occupant as though it was a physical being, coming to place a hand on their shoulder and envelope them, urging them to help Recca however they could, however the watched a bit longer before making their entrance.

Recca took no notice of her new audience as her hearing was filled with the beating of her own heart, her nostrils filled with her own musky sexual juices as she pumped two of her fingers into her love hole frantically, trying to find release.

It was at this point when Recca’s audience would make themselves know. The 5 assassin that was Namea stood next to the bed silently, her face quirked in a small grin that showed she could had been amused by what she saw. Namea was in casual dress, though most who knew her knew she typically had a weapon or six stashed on her person at all times. The small yet toned lycan woman had her raven dark hair, which fell to her waist, braided and pulled out of her youthful face. The blonde was so enamored with her own pleasure that she failed to notice her friend until Namea spoke.

"Well It seems as though someone could use a hand." Namea said trying to keep a straight face but bursting into a giggling fit as she watched a shocked and embarrassed Recca sit up rigidly and cover herself. Recca’s cheeks flushing a bright as she looked to the other woman at eye level, trying to stammer out an explanation. Namea places a finger on Recca’s lips and smile polity at her. There was a blush to the smaller woman’s face as well.

"I have known that touch of lust at times myself young one." Namea said to try and ease Recca’s embarrassment. Sitting down onto the bed next to the other assassin, Namea hugged Recca as the blonde finally found her voice again.

"What did you do to escape this feeling," Recca asked, her voice almost a whisper. "When none of your loved ones were around?"

"I did he same thing you were just doing," Namea answered plainly. "But I had someone who was willing to help me then…"

The offer was left unsaid as Recca listened to Namea, she thought about Maxie and her commitment to him. But her desire was still quite overpowering and making it hard to think about anything other fulfilling the need to get herself off. Namea saw this battle within her and sat quietly next to her. Just as it seemed that Recca would give up and do nothing, Namea was quit pleasantly surprised when she felt the blonde’s lips press against her own in a nervous, trembling, but quite obviously passionate and adoring kiss. "What about Maxie?" Namea purred, having felt the surface thoughts of Recca’s discord a few seconds ago.

"He’s not here," Recca answered in a husky and low voice. She let the blanket fall to the side as she began to undress the smaller woman. "Besides, what would Sevvy think if he knew that this was happening?"

Namea shrugged and giggled as she let the younger woman remove her top and kiss her again. She knew all too well what Recca was going through and what she needed. The brunette took Recca’s breast in her hand and teased the nipples to hardness as Recca began to kiss and nibble her way from Namea’s lips to her ear, Recca’s hand on the back of the lycan woman’s head, guiding her how she wanted her to be. Recca’s free hand made it’s way down to the tiny woman’s pants and quickly unbuttoned them, while Namea brought her moth down to bite and lick Recca nipples.

As the two moved closer together, Recca’s finger slid within Namea’s wet sex and vibrated in and out of her rapidly. Soon her hand increased speed and Recca inserted two more fingers into the brunette, the pink folds tight and quivering around them. Namea moaned quietly as the rush of lust overtook her and she pushed Recca onto her back. Slipping out of her pants and panties, Namea returned to the bed and sat with her legs entangled with Recca’s, the knobs of their hardened clitorises pushing against one another as they sat her grinding their hips slowly and kissed one another hungrily. The kiss was more natural to them both than the previous ones as they let their tongues wrestle an explore one another.

Their hips ground against one another as they built up a rhythm, their climatic moment approaching closer and closer with each thrust as they became more rapid. The pair of assassins moans escaped from their parted lips loudly as their bliss grew to new height. Recca embraced Namea like a long lost lover and Namea did likewise to the blonde as they reached their climax together, both crying out as their bodies writhed, shivered and ultimately collapsing onto the bed, still in one another’s arms, their energies spent for the time being.

Recca held Namea in her arms, her hand stroking through Namea’s long dark hair, which had loosened in their throes of ecstasy. She looked into Namea’s eyes and sighed contentedly, Namea’s eyes locking on hers at that same instant.

"Thank you dear Namea," the blonde said, her voice carrying her smile along with it. "I hope that you don’t have anything planned for tonight…"

"I think I will be rather busy" Namea answered with serious expression, which soon morphed into a smile as she continued. "Yes I’ll be quite busy with a certain young blonde woman whom I would hate to leave in her time of need."

The two would laugh, but they both knew that they’d be busy from sundown to sunup tonight, though neither truly minded that in the end.