How to infiltrate a base (Saints Row IV) [Request]

Flying through the simulation of Steelport, you hummed a favored song of yours to yourself, before picking your phone up and calling Pierce.








“You want me to what?!” Pierce nearly shouted down the phone at you, fear evident in his voice.

“I can’t ask Gat to do that, he’ll murder me!” Loud swearing could be heard from the man as you grinned and replied with a: “Oh but Pierce, you need to. It’s the only way we can infiltrate the base without me being blasted to smithereens~” Pierce groaned and gulped “Why can’t you ask Shaundi and Kinzie to do this instead of us?” “Because Shaundi would do more than just murder me. She’d torture me.”

A few minutes passed and eventually Pierce arrived with Jonny in tow, looking happy as he was expecting to shoot or brutally murder something. “Right then, both of you put these on” you handed to two blindfolds and Johnny gave Pierce a confused look, and Pierce just chuckled nervously. “Just put the damn blindfold on please” you said, a bit impatiently, and they did as you ask.

“Alrighty then, I’m going to put you in some disguises, as we found out our enemy has a particular fondness for a certain type of clothing, so if e dress up in them we can get into the base without a problem”


“This feels tight, oh god” Pierce wheezed and coughed before Johnny said “I can feel something silky on my legs, what the hell is it?” Your grin had gotten wider by the minute as you added some finishing touches, then you took the blind folds off of them.

“Oh my god what am I wearing?” Johnny swore loudly, looking down to see that he was in a french maid costume, complete with stockings and high heels. Pierce was dressed the same, except he had fishnet stockings.

“You both look absolutely fabulous~ you should see my costume!” You smiled and took your coat off, revealing a pimp outfit with golden chains and heeled boots. “Hey that’s not fair, why do you get to be a pimp!” Pierce whined and you grinned, taking a huge feathered fedora and putting it on you “Because I’m the boss, that’s why.” Johnny gave you a death glare, but you weren't fazed as you picked up your gun. “Let’s go ladies”







“This thong is going up my ass“Johnny hissed as the three of you sneaked along the alley, heading to the red light district that was hidden under the motorway. “I don’t fucking understand why we have to dress like this!”

“Because she likes cross dressers” you smile and turn the safety off your gun. “Please don’t tell me it’s one of those that likes torturing guys?” “Yes, she is one of those” They both groan and you put your gun away, heading to a club entrance and knocking on the door. A bouncer answers it, and you smile at him. He nods and moves out of the way so you can go in.

“Come on my bitches, hurry up” You say to the duo, ushering them into the club with you. It had the typical setting, low lighting, neon lights. Except it was full of male strippers instead of female ones “I feel really fucking uncomfortable” Pierce whispers and Johnny grunts in agreement. They follow you as you were leading them to what presumably was the office of this person you were meeting. You knock once and opened the door before smiling and saying two words which made the two guys give you a ‘wtf’ look.

   

“Hello sister~” A young woman with long blonder hair in a red dress was sat in a chair with a smirk on her face, a random guy sprawled across the table.“Hey (Y/N), long time no see” The two behind you gave each other confused looks before you chuckled darkly and made your way over to your sister. Turning around, the both of you simultaneously took your mobiles out and began to take pictures of Johnny and Pierce.


“So why are your boys dressed like that?” Your sister asks, hiding behind a table with you as you avoided angry bullets from the two very pissed off guys “well I told them you were some dominatrix that had a fetish for cross dressers” Just after you finished your sentence your sister glared at you before punching you in the face as knocking you out.



The first thing you woke up to was a picture of you cello-taped to the wall, and you were dressed up like a playboy bunny. Next to it was a note from your dear sister saying:



Dear (Y/N), this lovely picture I had taken years ago, is now viral all over the internet. Have fun deleting every single picture…

If you can

Kind regards, your sister.