Best served cold(Sayuri and Deathbird)

"Uhm, to be honest, I don't know. Must have to see how it turns out with her. If things go well, maybe I will indeed be thankful for the effect alone."
While she was speaking, she put out a riding crop out of her briefcase, also looking at it while she continued to speak before letting it streak over a butt cheek of Deathbird.
"Anyway, it's not that. I am rather a little disappointed how you choose to further your point through Barbara. Did you really think that I would turn out to be a dirty collar criminal, like let's say, squeeze through a window for some pocket change? That's a work for your little cat. I am a white collar criminal at best, the best crimes are these that nobody knows of anyway, like insurance scam."

Deathbird felt the cold leather of the riding crop streak across her buttcheek, making her shiver just a little. She then smirked as she replied, "Well, the more the merrier they say. And it's an honor meeting a white collar criminal. Does this you won't beat me up? I would've considered that option."

"Beat you up? You mean like in beat you to a bloody pulp? No. I would be the totally wrong person to beat someone up. It's dirty, boring and exhausting all at once. I'd let Barbara do that anyway. She's so good at maiming other people! Like a machine programmed on beating until you press the button to stop it."
Even now, Sayuri couldn't stop speaking fondly of her numb partner, and nobody hated her more for it than herself. Sadly that would not do well for Deathbird who would earn a playful slap with the riding crop at the butt cheek for this.

"Well that might be some people, and you say Barbara can do that? I guess it's surprising when you are helpless against a cat who wants revenge. I simply don't mind revenge, I just let her carry on." Deathbird then felt a smack at her buttcheek from the riding crop and she only shook as she breathed hard once.

"Oh yes, she really can! Like a breathing robot without the robotic laws to not hurt a human. One could think that she's just mean, uncouth and brutal, but she really isn't. She just does not care of the consequences. Her daddy is Bruce Wayne like rich and she's big and numb, so if she does not outright kill or harass someone, money talks. Me personally, I am no fan of violence at all. But a little harassment here and there..."
Having said that and watching the reaction the crop was producing, Sayuri would slap the second cheek with the same technique to sate her curiosity.

Deathbird shook again as the riding crop hit the other buttcheek and with another breath replied, "Hmm, she certainly fits our profile of who we are trying to recruit. And personally, actions speak louder than words. Sometimes going harsh can make your statement more bold."

"And this is the point where we start to drift apart. Don't get me wrong, I have no qualm about sending Barbara to do some dirty work, but not for pocket change in a hold up. And to be honest, which banker or insurance type of person will go as far as you need someone to hurt them? Cause you know, dealing with organized crime surely makes you filthy rich, but you need only one person with a strong will you beat up and bang, your next apartment comes with bars and shared soap in the shower."
She would use the crop to streak along of one of Deathbird's legs and lightly slap among the back of one of her knees.
"But maybe this is all a misunderstanding of some sort and you have something that sweeps me at the knees instead of a search for a random bully?."

Deathbird grunted silently as she felt the crop smack at the back of her knee, all the while trying to find a way to get her hands and wrists free from the bondage. Deathbird would then reply, "Heh, well I for one watched enough movies to know that the prison life isn't for me. That's why I do my best to keep a low profile. So why don't you accept my offer to have that better life outside the law. No rules, no responsibilities, we run our lives the way we want."

That sounded much better in her ears. She would never let Barbara do illegal work for little money, only if the reward would eclipse the possible risk many times.
"I am not so sure that I can go over the fact that you brutalized my Barbara right now."
Sayuri would snake one of her arms around the waist of the other girl to play with her belly button while moving the riding crop between the breasts of Deathbird until the tip of the crop would reach the chin of the woman.
"What do you exactly have in mind in terms of keeping low profile and still turn around a good profit?"

"Brutalized?" Deathbird scoffed though she moaned a little from her belly button being played with. "I would think of it more like demonstrating how we should not be trifled with. Those who don't accept our offer will receive their "reward". She didn't flich at all thiugh when the riding crop touched her chin. "Well, let's just say Cougra and I aren't the only ones who are in on this. We have many others in our operations