“You said there wouldn’t be anyone else here!” Delta whispered into the mic hidden in her
“I said probably,” Charles corrected her sharply. “That’s why you’re dressed as a secretary, remember?”
Delta nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see her. Which was a shame, as the outfit she was wearing was well worth a peak. The short skirt barely covered her ass and her legs were completely bare. To avoid trouble in a world far too welcoming to naked cunts, she had been talked into putting on some panties. If you could dignify the abbreviated pink lace with such a title. Her jacket and blouse didn’t even bother to attempt to hide her absurd breasts, instead they were flaunted. All in all, she looked like a secretary who wouldn’t get a joke about taking dictation, but would spread her legs on command. Exactly as Christer had requested, one hot blonde secretary who would do anything he asked.
“You’ll need to distract him so Lacey can get into his office,” Charles commanded Delta from the van outside the offices of Christer’s company.
“How?“
“Fuck him for all I care, but keep him out of his office, don’t let him call the police and don’t hurt him. We don’t need the NIS on our operation,” Charles ordered.
While Delta sauntered towards the overweight Norwegian billionaire, Lacey was inside his office. She thought she was helping Charles hack his computer, when in reality, they were just buying time so Boris could enjoy what he’d paid for. The bug that she’d already planted was a free gift with purchase of Delta’s time, though the money Charles could make off the inside information it would procure was far from zero. Lacey was kicking her heels, figuratively. Even Charles wasn’t cruel enough to make them wear heels when they might actually have to run. Instead he got his jollies sending them out in form fitting catsuits, which left nothing to the imagination.
One agent acting as an agent, one acting as a whore, and little Asa, not yet a full agent, still a recruit, who hadn’t earned her tattoo yet, she was in the van with Charles. They were both dressed as local police officers, just in case something went wrong and the team needed extraction. |