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“Hot new Damsels coming at you, villain nation!”
Read the caption next below Eden’s newest photo.
The muscular, heavily tattooed woman stood wearing a leather bra that seemed to be struggling to hold up her giant breasts, and a matching leather thong.
To complete the outfit, she wore thigh high black boots, elbow length black gloves, and a black leather bunny mask.
Though Eden typically had her multicolored hair cut short, in this pic she wore a blond wig.
Taneth swiped to the next pic, and Eden was clad in the same leather outfit, but this time wore a brunette wig.
Hmm, two targets this time, both women, one blond and one brunette. Taneth set her phone down and reclined in her beach chair.
A tan always looked good before she accepted a new assignment, not that she needed much help from the sun.
Her skin was a deep bronze mostly due to her mixed heritage, though her Nicaraguan side was her most prominent.
Beauty was her greatest asset though. Nobody would expect that the beautiful, half Latina woman was in fact one of the most formidable bounty hunters in America.
She had started her career in modeling, with talent scouts and agents noticing her exotic beauty and wanting to capitalize.
In addition to her dark skin, she had a dazzling smile, and striking, blue grey eyes, and a rock solid, lithe but fit physique.
Taneth had always been physical, and competitive, and took to combat sports first as a way of staying in shape, and then later as a way of blowing off steam.
Modeling was a tough business, and frustrating, and she had to fight and claw for every gig she could get.
“Have you ever tried pro-wrestling?” One agent asked her, during a particularly bad dry spell without a modeling gig.
The agent argued that with Taneth’s interest in combat sports and her fit physique, she would be a natural at wrestling. At first she balked, not wanting to roll around half naked in front of slobbering male fans, but the agent convinced her, claiming that it was just like acting and stage fighting.
Taneth still remembered when she showed up for her first match. It was at a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of Phoenix, and a sweaty, overweight man greeted her, showing her to a locker room and her costume which consisted of a lime green sling bikini.
“How am I supposed to wrestle in this? I’ll fall out.” She cried, motioning to the skimpy garment.
“That’s the point.” He snorted.
Taneth was incensed. There was no way she was performing in front of anyone in a costume like that, and stormed out, firing her agent soon after.
She floundered for a few years after that, taking modeling gigs when she could get them, and eventually opened her own self defense school outside of LA.
It was there when she first heard of bounty hunting as a potential job.
One of her clients was a beautiful, strikingly fit women with raven dark hair named Kara.
As they worked together, Taneth couldn’t believe how fast Kara caught on to many of the techniques she was taught, and eventually Taneth asked Kara what she did for a living.
“Well, it’s not exactly… legal…” Kara played coy.
Taneth smiled, knowing that she could be patient.
As time went, Taneth and Kara got to know each other better, and eventually, after a night of grabbing drinks, they went to bed together.
Men, women, if there was one thing Taneth had learned, it was that the fastest way to get what you want from someone is through sex.
Eventually, the other woman confessed that she worked as a bounty hunter, but she wasn’t like the ones on TV that chased down people who skipped out on bail.
“The people I work for are not… nice people, and the people I track down are worse.”
She revealed that she worked under the name Lustra, and her clients were some of the worst of the worst. Lustra made her money chasing down those who had prices on their heads for pissing off the wrong people. It was dangerous work but it paid incredibly well.
“How do I get into it?” Taneth asked.
Her self defense school was keeping her afloat, but barely, and with her skills, chasing down criminals sounded like the perfect occupation for her.
When they weren’t in bed together, Lustra began taking Taneth with her to chase down bounties, and soon Taneth began working on her own.
Her and Lustra would keep in touch, and still grab drinks, work out, and sleep together between jobs.
Then one day Lustra said she was going out on a job and Taneth never heard from her again.
Days turned into weeks, and Taneth called the other woman, emailed her, and even went to her house, a beautiful ranch in the desert, but there were no signs of Lustra.
Taneth had no illusions, she knew how dangerous of a job bounty hunting could be, but she had to know. Eventually, she tracked down a man who ran a biker gang that Lustra used to ride with named Rook and asked him if he knew anything.
“She had been taking jobs for Ace, that was her mistake.” Rook explained.
He was an older man, maybe late 50s, with long, salt and pepper hair and a short cut beard.
For his age, he was still good looking, and probably was very handsome when he was young.
He still had a twinkle in his eye and a charisma about him.
Taneth in the same time could see why he was a gang leader, people gravitated towards him, and how that made the man dangerous.
Rook explained that Lustra had begun taking bounty hunting jobs from a woman known as The Queen, a high ranking member in a criminal syndicate ran by someone called Ace. The biker claimed that he had warned Lustra about working with them, but she ignored him, the bounties were too high to ignore.
“Those people, they run guns, drugs… and girls. Like, what we do, we trade people, but not like them. They’re dangerous, nothing is beneath them, and they’ll turn on you in a heartbeat.”
“How are they any different than us,” Taneth asked. “Haven’t you ever thought about what the clients do to the targets after we deliver them?”
“Man, that ain’t none of my business,” Rook dismissed her.
“Plus, everyone I’ve caught had it coming. These people, they don’t care who you are. After we turn over our bounties, the clients may hurt them a little, maybe torture them for a while, but eventually they put them out of their misery. These folks, the syndicates, they’re slavers.
They sell you into servitude for the rest of your life.”
Rook explained that the kidnapping syndicates were bad news all around and most criminals tended to avoid working with them unless they absolutely had to.
The syndicates were very insular, and typically had their own people to take care of problems, but occasionally needed to hire outside help.
According to Rook, female bounty hunters were the ones who typically would befall some sort of misfortune if they worked with the syndicates, males didn’t seen to run into any problems.
“I told her, I said “Man, if you’re a woman, especially a hot one, these people can’t help themselves,” but she didn’t listen. She thought she was invincible or something.” Rook went on.
Apparently, The Queen hired Lustra to hunt down a woman who had escaped her “dungeon” as Rook described it. Lustra had gone out looking for this woman, and never came back.
“I don’t know much about Ace, but I do know that they run that town Marston’s Pointe, and a lot people go into that place, and most of them don’t ever come out especially the women.” Rook finished.
Before she left, Rook warned Taneth about picking up Lustra’s trail, insisting nothing good could come from it.
“If she’s still alive, she’s halfway around the world right now as part of some guy’s harem or something, and if you go sniffing around, the same thing will happen to you, or worse.”
Despite his warnings, Taneth did attempt to find her former lover and mentor, but it was as if Lustra had disappeared into thin air.
She had spent a few nights in Marston’s Pointe trying to get answers, but had a strange feeling the entire time, like she was being watched.
Eventually, her instincts won out and she left the town.
She found out some time later that apparently there had been a coup or a bust in the Ace organization, and The Queen herself had disappeared too.
Though hearing the news of Ace’s downfall didn’t give Taneth any more answers, it did give her more of an idea of what happened.
Maybe Lustra had just been an innocent casualty, someone who got caught up in something bigger than herself and paid the price.
Taneth learned though that she couldn’t spend too much time or energy on Lustra’s disappearance anymore. She very well may never know what happened to her former mentor, but that was how it goes. In her business, you only look out for one person: yourself.
So far that philosophy had worked out for Taneth, who laid back in her beach chair, reclining by her in-ground pool outside of her sprawling, Beverly Hills mansion.
To the outside world, she was a successful model and business owner but in reality, it was bounty hunting that put the roof over her head.
She still taught self defense as a day job on occasion, and had also learned from Lustra’s mistake and didn’t get mixed up with high maintenance clients.
The sun felt wonderful on Taneth’s bikini clad body, and her plan was to waste her afternoon by the pool until she heard a sound coming from somewhere inside the house.
She lifted one eye and peeked at the open patio doors, but didn’t see anything inside.
Still, the sound had set her on edge, and her skin raised in goosebumps.
Taneth stood up and stretched, putting up a carefree appearance if there was a prowler in her home.
Though if there was someone lurking inside her house, they would have a great view of her solid buttocks in her tan thong bikini bottoms.
She even pretended to yawn, and then turned and strolled towards the house.
Her heart skipped a beat when she got inside and saw that the front door was open, and then a smile spread across her face.
Taneth closed and locked the patio door behind her, and padded across her expansive kitchen into her foyer.