“Enough!” the chairwoman interjected. “Your unreasonableness is unbearable! You will pass your duties on.”
Sakura shook her head. “But I—”
“Shut up,” the chairwoman hissed. “It’s time for you to learn humility. You will receive a lecture.”
The younger woman slipped from her chair, silently sobbing. The other attendants showed no compassion. Nor had I. After all, I was the wanted subject, the target of the cleanup.
“Number three. Our contact with the consulate is lost. Shouta.”
“Two weeks ago, our contact had reported that the consulate would harbor a new security installation, and that he’d been chosen, together with two colleagues, to examine a new, secret method for message transmission by crystals. He could also tell us that the new security would be easy to install and only needed a micro fusion reactor and a few special projectors. We also received a copy of the control software. However, before the analyses could reach a breakthrough, there was an incident. The security installation damaged parts of the consulate. Someone took advantage of the incident to steal the objects under investigation. I assume that the consulate’s internal security then painstakingly examined all persons present and uncovered our man. Since then, he disappeared. I only have an insufficient spare contact in the consulate, who reported to us about the incident, but doesn’t know details and for now must remain inconspicuous if we don’t want to lose any access. I haven’t been sufficiently prepared for such a situation and deserve a punishment.”
“We were aware of our man’s exposition. Nevertheless, he shouldn’t have been uncovered. You will appropriately discipline yourself.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Positive news comes from our activities regarding the exploration of areas and recruitment of agitators. Thank you, Mamoru, Fujita. This cannot compensate my failure, though. I will as well submit to a punishment. Should my old body fail to bear this stress, Mamoru will assume my role until new orders arrive from home.”
Mamoru nodded.
“Good. Oh—Fujita, in the meantime you will continue with Sakura’s tasks. I wish that you will be more successful.”
Fujita lowered her head. She was as pale as a corpse anyway. “Yes. I will not fail.”
You will, I thought. You won’t get me.
I didn’t even have to make an effort myself. An anonymous call to the Japanese consulate about where they could find Shouta, his colleagues, and his boss should suffice to severely shake up this gang of Dragon cultists. Thereafter, I shouldn’t have to worry about this group any longer.
Now I only needed a little patience before I could leave this room again. My place under the roof, hanging from my claws, was simply uncomfortable.
Chapter Fifty
My smile was wasted on the porter. With interest, he examined the assets of a young man in skin-tight leggings, who had entered after me.
“Yes, please?”
“I’ve got an interview appointment with Mr. Michelsen,” I said happily and waved my folder. “Soon, at ten o’clock.”
“Indeed. Well, have fun then. Level nine, the elevators to the left.”
His mischievous grin promised everything but fun, but I didn’t care. I was inside, and thanks to the young man, he hadn’t even looked at my fake ID.
The no longer modern elevator conquered the eight levels with silent rattling. The hallway and the doors to the different offices were freshly renovated, then. Next to the second door to the right, I found the brass plate Michelsen PR, and rang the bell.
With a buzz, the door jumped open. The small anteroom behind the door was empty. Opposite the desk at the side, a wide opening led to Mr. Michelsen’s main office. There, he was already waiting for me.
“Good morning, good morning, Miss Martin?”
“Exactly!” This man was as little receptive to my smile as the porter, but with him, it was more his undivided attention for my tits and my crotch than a lack of interest in women. With my skintight hot pants and the scanty, deep-cut top, I seemed to have exactly met his taste. “Good morning, Mr. Michelsen.”
“Just call me Jock.”
Jock, not Cock? “I’m Dana. I’ve come for the assistant job.”
“Yes, sure. Come in.”
He led me into his office and pointed at a leather chair to the side of his desk. He himself dropped into his own chair and attentively watched my crotch when I sat down. Leaning slightly backward, the chair made it almost impossible to assume a ladylike position.
His wide-cut balloon trousers didn’t offer any resistance for his rising cock, and he didn’t make any effort to hide it. “What are your qualifications?”
I reached into my folder and fetched the falsified papers out. “Here—foreign languages, computer, customer orientation—”
He took the papers away from me and put them on his desk without a single glance. “That’s the most important for us. Customer orientation. My clients shall feel welcome and all-around comfortable here. This includes that they’re entertained if I don’t immediately have time for them. Is that okay for you?”
“Well—yes?” Jo knew exactly what he was talking about, Dana didn’t have to.
“The first impression can be crucial, you know? For that reason, I want an assistant whose appearance and attitude reflect my company’s mission.”
Yes, sure. I had researched what his PR campaigns looked like. The central point was regular exclusive weekends on a luxury yacht or a remote villa, where young women and men tended to the invited guests’ comfort. If he put value in his future employee matching this mission, he didn’t need to look into my papers. Then two qualifications were decisive—tits and pussy.
“According to our mission, I prefer comfortable clothing, also for my employees. A light dress or skirt would be better, don’t you think so, too?” Meanwhile his boner firmly stood up toward me under the balloon fabric. “Pinching bras or knickers aren’t necessary. We’d like to convey a certain relaxed easiness to visitors, okay?”
“Oh. Okay.” With feigned embarrassment, I looked down at myself. My clothes weren’t easy, just the opposite. That didn’t fit in. According to my role, I now had to avoid his gaze, so I glanced outside. Okay—the desk in the anteroom had no blinds under the tabletop. From his place, he always had the best view of a skirt without pinching knickers underneath, as long as the sliding door remained open.
“I mean, did you understand what’s important?”
Again, I avoided his demanding gaze. Dana had to have this job, at almost any cost—like most unemployed women in this town. “I…think so, yes.”
I removed my top, rose, turned my back at him and pulled my pants down. With closed knees, I dropped back into the chair, my arms folded over my breasts.
“See? Now relax, don’t sit there so tense.”
Okay. I took my arms to the side.
“Easy, girl, easy.”
Giving in to my fate, I opened my thighs a bit.
“See, it’s easy.” He showed me a friendly smile. “You should face clients relaxed like this—regardless of whether you’re just wearing a skirt or not. There’s no room for prudery or bitchiness in this company.”
His hands briefly browsed through the thin paper stack, while his gaze got stuck in my crotch. “Now let’s talk about your customer orientation. If your sight pleases my clients, how do you handle it?”
With a casual plucking, he opened his trousers and freed his erection.
In my role, I had no choice. Dana had no clue of fellatio, so I stepped in front of him with feigned shyness—as trained years-long for my schoolgirl role—spread my legs, sat down on his cock and began a rhythmical movement. It didn’t have to be good, only not bitchy. Jock hadn’t deserved my art.
Chapter Fifty-One
There was a sign at the door to the fire stairs saying, Attention! Alarm protected.
This threat didn’t stop me. Every cleaner could disarm the alarm with her key and enter the staircase. W
ith my nanos, I could copy practically every key, even those with electronic innards, so the simple ones needed to secure an escape staircase were no issue.
With a slight tingling in my crotch, I climbed the stairs. Jock hadn’t been a good lover, but had shown astonishing stamina. For two long hours, he had elaborately tested how bitchily Dana would react to special requests, and played with all kinds of intimate toys between his personal actions. For sure, he’d have gladly hired an assistant who could stay wet for two hours and reach her climax again and again. But when he had shown me the handcuffs, I had grabbed my clothes and run.
Dana’s appearance was over, and now it was Velvet’s turn.
My scanty two-part suit had become a one-part all-over condom that quickly adapted to the staircase’s grey monotony. Thereafter, I climbed the two levels to my next target and listened. No conspicuous noises—I cautiously opened the door to a crack and peeked through. Nothing.
Only twenty more steps and another door separated me from my target, the office of the unofficial Cartel leader for the San Francisco Bay area.
That he was still alive proved to me one thing—these guys were softening up. After all, with my first raids in this town last year, I had stolen a list of people susceptible for blackmailing from his penthouse safe. Or hadn’t his superiors noticed because the respective persons had to be taken out of the game anyway?
No matter. Tonight, I’d examine his office safe. Perhaps he considered his security sufficient, and I’d be better in any case.
I had half a day left for the camera-controlled door. During this time, several people came or left. Finally, one of the visitors held the door open a moment longer and exchanged a few words with the people behind. That sufficed for me to sneak through.
In order to be out of everyone’s way, I searched a good vista point under the ceiling again. Meanwhile, I could quite well deal with the more unpleasant side effects on my muscles, and in exchange, there was no risk of an accidental jostling.
From above, I witnessed how my target addressed his assistant. While he didn’t abuse her as sex object, he treated her neither with respect nor with fairness. She endured his moods with stoical aplomb.
Finally, he announced, “You can go. I’m expecting another visitor.”
Dragon snot. That meant I’d be hanging around longer for his stupid amorous tête-à-tête instead of getting to his safe soon. Well then.
“Good evening.”
I knew the elegant lady he was just inviting in. Jana! Hadn’t she fallen from grace when I had blown her cover before the Italian coup? Or had she been able to get off lightly, because her man in the FBI had filtered my message away in time?
No matter. She was alive, she was here, and her host knew who he was dealing with. Now she’d take him for a ride.
“What’s up?” he briefly asked.
“That’s what I want to hear from you. It’s your district. Is there anything worth reporting?”
“There’s something specific you want to hear.”
“Well?”
“Japanese consulate general, two weeks ago. First, they’ve brought in beams and steel posts, like those needed for support of ducts or in new buildings, and the next day the consulate staff was complemented by a group of men in ill-fitting business suits. Thereafter, they placed a concrete mixer on the premise, and the freshly arrived consulate employees showed up in boiler suits and helmet.”
“Aha.”
“We won’t get in, and we don’t have anyone inside. The workers sleep and eat on the consulate grounds, so we can only eavesdrop on them with a directional microphone when they’re talking next to the mixer. In parallel, we’ve targeted the normal staff. Overall, there’s a picture emerging—they had an incident on the cellar floor. Some new device has pulverized a longer segment of a bearing concrete wall. A malfunction.”
“What kind of device is that?”
“I don’t know any details yet. It should serve to protect the cellar rooms, and it’s based on modern technology. Moreover, it’s dangerous. Well, we have proof for that.”
“Are there rumors?”
“Oh, sure. Either it’s Dragon technology or from the Jellies. It’s most likely run by fusion energy—in any case, the consulate openly receives deuterium.”
“And where does this device come from?”
“Well, once I’d heard of it, I let the observation protocols be investigated. The weeks before, more diplomatic pouches than usual were brought in. It must originate directly from Japan.”
“And is it still here?”
“I assume so. The consulate is under observation by the press, so in the moment they’d rather maintain a low profile.”
“We must have it.”
“What does that mean?”
“Access. No matter how. If necessary, a runaway fusion reactor in the neighborhood. It can’t happen that the Japanese develop anything that could endanger our plans.”
Dragon crap. Nor can it happen that you blow up half the city only to get into the consulate! Damn.
Moreover, I was highly interested in the plans she mentioned, much more than in the trifles that I could steal from a local capo. That would be a nice present for Alan!
“Good. I’ll tackle that topic personally.” He cocked his head. “Do you have a little time to spare?”
“But of course!”
Slowly, Jana let her suit jacket glide from her shoulders, and then opened the zipper of her narrow skirt, so that it dropped to the floor, too. Underneath, she wore long thigh highs and nothing else.
Her host stepped next to her, grabbed the tips of her tight-fit blouse and jerked them apart. A few buttons flew away, and her firm breasts jumped toward his waiting hands.
Her fingers hastily fumbled with his belt, then his trouser button, pulled the zipper down—she tore his underpants down and grabbed his erection.
He pushed her off, toward his assistant’s desk, forced her face-down on the neatly stacked folders and penetrated her from behind. She replied with delighted squeals.
Cautiously, I let myself down from the ceiling. The two were busy, and in his adjacent office, a safe still was waiting for me.
Chapter Fifty-Two
In tune with the rhythm of his wheezing and her high-pitched squeaks, I conquered his safe locks, opened it, and browsed the documents. I noticed a few useful details—a hint on delivery routes in the Bay where Frostdragon produce from Australia arrived, the next two planned ship arrivals, and that was it. The safe also contained an amount of cash, but I wasn’t interested this time.
I replaced everything exactly the way I had found it, closed the safe and snuck back to the forward office, just when the two reached their climax.
“More!” he moaned when he pulled out his cock.
Jana turned around, lasciviously leaned on the desk and shook one finger in front of his face. “Not now. You must make preparations for tomorrow. The reward comes after. Clear?”
She ignored his disappointment as well as the juice running down her thighs and put her skirt back on, straightened her blouse and pulled her jacket over her shoulders.
He raised his eyebrows, as this ensemble appeared rather daring.
“I’m parked in the garage. It’ll do until there.”
Without further ado, she disappeared through the door. I had to hurry to slip through with her. And now?
Should I take the elevator down to the garage with Jana? Too risky. The Cartel should never learn about a human with such unusual skills.
Should I take the car together with Jana? No, not at night. The problem of casting shadows was unsolved for me, so I wouldn’t cling to her car. To me, it seemed better to follow her across the dark rooftops.
So I had to get upstairs, not downstairs, then break the roof access, and jump across the street to the opposite roof in order to get a view on the garage exit. Oops. Twenty meters from standing, could I do that?
Intuitively, I had assumed that until now—befor
e my mind had pulled the brake. Now, I had to admit to myself that I actually had no idea about the current extent of my abilities, except that I could run fast and hang from the ceiling for hours.
How long had it been since I had asked my Analogy to improve my physical performance? For someone hunted by the Cartel, the improvement could never be high enough—for someone hunting the Cartel, likewise. I didn’t need to know how good I currently was, because in any unplanned situation, I could only call upon the immediately available performance anyway. Whether it would suffice would then be no conscious decision but an intuitive one—put differently, my subconscious together with my Analogy provided a preliminary assessment.
Which said, Yes, it works.
That was enough for me. I aimed for a place on the opposite roof, two stories below, and jumped.
Cool.
Now I only had to wait for Jana to leave the garage in her car. What would she drive? A racy sports car?
From my position, I only caught a brief glimpse of her skirt and her bellybutton in the half-open blouse when the black limousine came up the ramp.
I memorized the license number and commenced pursuit.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Improvement of physical performance—all well and good, but I didn’t get anything for free. I still had to keep an eye on the road with the car, the next roof ahead of me, and the upcoming skyline, had to try second-guessing Jana’s route and plan mine accordingly, had to thereby run and jump from building to building, and finally make sure not to cross any telltale cone of light.
Each jump had to be precise, as I had no chute, no wings, no lifelines. I knew that the Dragon empress could have wings, but unlike her, I was no Dragon. I only was a human with nanos designed for humans, the options of which were limited nonetheless.
Or not?
I commanded all means for nano programming—after all, I had stolen them myself. If there was any limitation within my Analogy, I could revoke it, like with a universal key for all locked doors.
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