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As Tazma Blight rode the elevator to one of the higher floors of the office building, she felt her palms slick up with nervousness. She'd been chosen for a very special and important job. She had to be perfect. No matter what her boss would throw at her, she'd need to stay poised, calm, and above all, respectful. Her mind raced with a million thoughts, the most prominent one being that she was actually about to meet Adam. The first man. The one who helped create humanity. After all, ever since she was in her teen years, or whatever that would be considered for an immortal angel, she'd had a little fangirl crush on the guy. He was striking in every way, not only because he wore fine robes but because he was so outgoing and seemed like a true party animal. She shook that thought away, as it reminded her of her own past, and she preferred to pretend like it didn't exist. She let out a shaky breath as she stepped out of the elevator to find his office, looking around to see the halls rather empty.
You've got this, Tazma. She thinks hopefully as she treads down the hallway, her heart thumping like a rabbit's foot.
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Adam was sitting at his desk, looking over the plans for the next extermination. Their coalition was bigger than last year, as a few new members had been added. He had a new lead strategist. He hadn't met her yet, but he'd been told her name was Tazma. He was eager to meet this girl. After all, a new face would be nice to have around, considering that Lute could be a party pooper sometimes. Just as he was about to stand from his desk to get a drink, there was a knock at his office door. He looked at the clock. It was 2:12 p.m., a mid-July afternoon. He glances at his schedule, seeing his meeting with the new strategist was in about twenty minutes.
The fuck? Hmph... Guess she showed up early. He thought.
"Come on in!" He calls, but then mutters to himself. "Fuckin' showin' up 20 minutes early, ugh."
Tazma was nervous as she opened her new boss's door. She'd been worried about meeting Adam ever since she'd received the news that she'd been appointed as his new lead strategist. She was surprised, more than often being modest when it came to her accomplishments, but being recognized by Adam did boost her ego to a degree.
As the door swung open, Adam's eyes immediately fell upon the young angel standing before him. He couldn't help but appreciate her beauty, even if he was a bit annoyed by her early arrival.
Tazz was a young and beautiful female angel. She had creamy tanned skin, a noticeable black mark etched in the flesh on her upper left arm. It almost looked like a tattoo. Nestled in a thick and wild mane of long, shiny auburn hair, a curved golden horn with small, intricate carvings sprouted from the right side of her forehead. She sported a light purple, fitted corset that had asymmetrical coattails and a keyhole cut out, the turtleneck collar lined with black fur. Under that, she had a darker purple, high-waisted undergarment that showed off the entirety of her thighs with attached suspender straps that connected to black thigh-high stockings with a decorative heart detail at the top. She also wore long black gloves that went past her elbows and magenta high-heeled boots. She had two pairs of gorgeous white wings and a lean hourglass frame complete with supple thighs, an ample bosom, and a thin, feminine waist. And of course, she had a beautiful glowing halo above her head, bathing in its golden light.
Adam's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he took in Tazma's appearance. "'Sup." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're early, aren't you?" He remarked, his voice playful. "You must be Tazma, my new strategist. I gotta say, you're pretty fuckin' hot." He let out a low chuckle, his golden eyes glinted mischievously behind his mask. "Come on in, take a seat. Let's get to know each other a bit, hm?"
"Good morning. I thank you for the compliment, Sir." Tazz says, although a bit taken aback by his bluntness. She kept her composure and sat in the small, armless leather chair in front of Adam's desk. "And yes, I am Tazma. Tazma Blight."
Tazma's voice was calm and collected; it had a kid-like innocence to it, as it was a higher pitch than Adam was expecting, but her French accent was as smooth as white wine. She sits upright with exceptional posture, her hands clasped neatly in her lap as her eyes remain on Adam. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk as he studied her. He couldn't help but notice her innocent demeanor, which contrasted with his own rough and vulgar personality. He smirked beneath his LED mask, his golden eyes glimmering with mischief.
"Well, Tazma, let's start with the basics," He began, his voice low and gruff. "Tell me, what made you want to join the Extermination Coalition? It's not exactly a job for the faint of heart, you know." He watched her closely, waiting for her response. His mind was already racing with thoughts of how he could push her boundaries and see just how far she was willing to go. After all, he loved testing and commanding people, especially sweet eye candy like her.
Tazz exhaled, seeming to be thinking. "My father always told me it was the highest honor to fight for justice and peace. Not to gush, but I've been a huge fan of you since I was a child." Her smile was warm, and daresay, adorable. "He told me he thinks you're an honorable man."
Adam's expression softened slightly as he listened to Tazma's words. "No shit? Huh." He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being admired, but it was something he was rather used to. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest once again. "Well, your father has good taste," He replied with a smirk. "I've been around for quite a while, so it's no surprise that some people think that. But enough about that, let's talk about you. What skills do you bring to the table, Tazma? Why do you think you're fit to be my lead strategist?"
Tazz's smile dissipated into a confused look. She swallowed the bile in her mouth and replied, "Sir, apologies, but aren't you the one who appointed me?"
Adam's eyes narrowed behind his mask as he processed Tazma's response. He hadn't expected her to question him, and it irked him slightly. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk, his expression turning serious.
"You're right, Tazma," He said, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone. His blood simmered slightly at her bratty response. "I did appoint you. But that doesn't mean you can't prove yourself to me. I want to see what you're capable of, and what skills you bring to the table. So, tell me, why should I trust you with such an important role?"
Tazma giggled, her hand reaching to cover her mouth for a moment as her eyes squinted in a smile. This put Adam off, as he wasn't expecting her to be so childlike. Was this girl really the killing machine her file said she was?
"Well, I passed my training on the first try, and early nonetheless. I have extremely honed strategic planning, and I'm headstrong. I'm not afraid to take on any demon, sinner, or Overlord. And I had the highest kills on record in decades—even higher than your esteemed lieutenant."
Adam raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Tazma's confidence. Her demeanor seemed to contradict her claims of being a skilled warrior. He felt a prick of annoyance at hearing that her skills had surpassed Lute's, as she was someone he cared for and respected dearly, but never in a million years would he ever tell her that, as he thought it might make her soft or complacent.
"Is that so?" He replied, his voice laced with skepticism. "Well, Tazzy, talk is cheap. I want to see what you're made of. Show me your skills. Prove to me that you're not just another pretty face."
He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he locked gazes with her. He was testing her, pushing her to see if she could handle the pressure. After all, he didn't appoint just anyone to be a high rank. Tazz stood up, taking on an assertive stance, her feet shoulder width apart and one foot slightly in front of the other while her arms rested at her sides.
She took a deep breath, and as Adam blinked, she disappeared.
All in a few milliseconds, Adam was kicked from his chair and sent sprawling onto the floor in a flash of light, with Tazma's magenta knee-high boot digging into his chest, keeping his back against the floor. She looked down at him, a victorious smirk on her face.
"How's that, mon estimé chef?" She taunts. God, her accent was killing him.
Adam's eyes widened in surprise as Tazma's speed and agility caught him off guard. He grunted, feeling the pressure against his sternum, but he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at her display of power.
A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked up at her, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Holy shit! How'd you—"
"I can apparate. I can travel as fast as light in this form." She displays her power, her body suddenly dissolving instantly into a flash of light, and then rematerializing right in front of him.
"Not bad, Tazma," He replied, his voice laced with a hint of admiration. "You've got some moves, I'll give you that." He shifted slightly, testing her hold on him, but not making any real effort to escape. He'd never felt the feeling of being dominated, even if it was just for show. But he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying this sexual tension. "But let's see if you can keep up with me," He added, his voice dripping with challenge.
With a sudden burst of strength, Adam grabbed her leg, pushing her off balance and onto her back, pinning her down quickly in return. His hands gripped her wrists, holding them above her head, while his body pressed against hers, their faces mere inches apart. His eyes bore into Tazz's, burning with the heat of a thousand suns.
Tazma smirked, looking him up and down. "Quite a compromising position you have me in, isn't it, boss?" She emphasizes the last word with a playfully seductive tone behind it.
God, what am I saying? She scolds herself.
She quickly draws her leg up, wedging her knee between their chests and flinging him off of her forcefully with one fluid motion. He hit the ground with a thud, the wind knocked out of him from the force. Tazz jumps back up with a spin, ready for another attack, but Adam still lay on the floor. He groans as he stands up, feeling a little winded.
Tazz immediately apologized, fearing that she'd made him angry or injured him. "Sorry Sir, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you alright?"
Adam chuckled, a mix of surprise and trepidation evident in his voice as he rose to his feet. He brushed off his robe, his eyes never leaving Tazma.
"You didn't fucking hurt me," He snapped, his voice filled with a hint of anger. He'd never been beaten before, let alone by a female. Who did this girl think she was? But as he regained his composure and cleared his mind, he smirked. She was tough.
"I need bad bitches like you on the front lines." He took a step closer to her, his gaze intense as he locked eyes with her. "You've got spirit, I'll give you that," He said, his voice low and husky. "But remember, I'm not just your boss. I'm your superior. And on the battlefield, you'll need to be able to take orders and follow them to the letter." He circled her, his eyes scanning her form appreciatively. "You've got potential." His tone was filled with a mix of authority and intrigue. Adam paused, his gaze lingering on her lips for a moment before he continued. "But let's not forget our roles here. You're my lead strategist, and I expect you to follow my command. Can you handle that, Tazma?" His voice held a challenge, daring her.
She nods with another innocent smile. "Absolutely, Sir. You name it— anything, and I promise it to be yours."
Adam's lips curled into a satisfied grin as he heard Tazma's response. He could sense the eagerness in her voice, the willingness to submit to his authority. It fueled his dominant nature, making him even more determined to push her limits.
"Good," He replied, his voice low and commanding. "Remember, Tazma, I expect nothing but complete obedience from you. You're under my command now, and I won't tolerate any insubordination."
He took a step closer, closing the distance between them. His hand reached out, gently cupping her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "But don't worry, Tazma. If you prove yourself worthy, I'll reward you handsomely."
His thumb brushed against her lower lip, a teasing gesture that sent a shiver down her spine. He released her chin, turning and striding back over to his desk. "Now, let's get back to business," He said, his voice returning to its authoritative tone. "We have a lot of work to do, and I expect you to be at your best."
"Sure thing, Sir Adam." Tazz bowed slightly in respect; however, a tingly feeling resonated in her chest. Was he this touchy with all his subordinates? "Is there anything you need me to do as of right now?"
Adam smirked, pleased with Tazma's respectful response. He enjoyed the power dynamic between them, reveling in the control he had over her. "There's always something to be done, Tazma," He replied, his voice a little more dull, having this mundane conversation with such a firecracker of a woman. "But for now, I want you to gather the latest reports on demon activities in Hell. We need to stay one step ahead of those filthy creatures." He leaned against his desk, his eyes fixed on her. "I want you to analyze their movements, identify any potential threats, and come up with a plan to exterminate them efficiently. We can't afford any mistakes." His voice lowered, taking on a more intimate tone. "And when you're done with that, I want you to join me in my office. We have some... private matters to discuss." His eyes glinted with a mix of mischief and desire. He straightened up, his demeanor returning to its usual commanding presence. "Now, go. Show me what else you're capable of, Tazma."
She gave a single, acknowledging nod and replied, "I will spend all of my time here proving to you that I am worthy of your favor." She looks up at him through thick, dark, and tantalizing heterochromic eyes as she gives a respectful bow. The right one was an aqua blue, and the other was a bright fuschia. "And Sir," She said, keeping her eyes on his. "Thank you for this opportunity."
Then, she turns to leave, and as she strides out of Adam's door, hips swaying, he couldn't help but smirk. His eyes followed Tazma's every move as she walked out of his office. He couldn't deny the allure of her presence, the way she carried herself with such confidence and grace. It only fueled his desire for her.
As she disappeared from his sight, he leaned back in his chair, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Oh, Tazma," He muttered to himself. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."
He knew that their upcoming private discussion would be far from innocent. It would be a chance for him to test her limits, to explore the depths of her obedience. And he had every intention of pushing her boundaries to the edge. He couldn't deny that she was incredibly attractive. From her soft, tanned skin to her sinewy arms and massive breasts, Adam reveled in the fact he had such a hot new coworker.
With a flick of his wrist, he activated the intercom system in his office. "Lute," He called out, his voice filled with authority. "Cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day. I have more pressing matters to attend to."
He reclined in his chair, his mind already racing with the possibilities of what awaited him and Tazma behind closed doors. It was going to be a memorable day, one that neither of them would soon forget.