Kether wrote:There was a part that might find the whole situation embarassing but another part of him/her thought about all the potential that was being wasted here. The ability to create the perfect infiltraitor in body and mind on command it would be an increadible boon for the Agency if it were recovered properly. With that she tries looking at what the details of her "job" should be.
Apparently they mostly have to do with entertainment. She's being tasked as the manager and main attraction of this club. A stage magic routine readily accessible from her implanted memories.
muffinstud wrote:Vasily grunts and follow the woman through. She won't be able to convince her of anything like this. It would probably be best to bide her time for a little until a method of escape presents itself. "And what do you want me to do?" She looks around... and is impressed by the presentation and the luxury of it all.
She sighs. "Didn't you read the pamphlet on the way over?" Turning around and looking over her. "Ah well... your job is here... working at the Spa Tropics. Some of the stuff here is maintenance, but I'll need to make sure you know how to take care of the customers."
Ookalf wrote:"Even if it is there, that doesn't prove anything. A skilled computer technician could easily have altered the files. Got anything better for me?"
She looks increasingly annoyed. "And what about you? You barge into my office and start waving a gun around. And apparently whoever sent you is too dense to provide you with a list of station employees. Some rescue party you turned out to be." She shakes her head. "No... I've gotten this far by playing along. I'm not going to risk everything for someone who has no idea what he's doing."
Harri-chan wrote:Charlie started to move forward again, but his chest tightened and he froze on the spot as he heard the snicker. His eyes widened as the childish taunt reached his ears, and his curly hair flicked, the dress swishing as he turned suddenly to glare at the little boy. Both his hands grasped at the frilly garment, tugging it down against his thighs.
"That's not funny!", he shouts back in an equally childish voice, a little shocked by how flustered the silly rhyme had got him.
Once again, as Clarke rubbed the towel around the plate, he felt a sense of calm coming over him. Sure, he'd have to get out of this situation... but there was no rush. Alice smiled in relief, and the pair of them quickly went through the process of washing, drying, and eventually putting the plates back into the right cupboards.
"Thank you... ", she said gratefully once they were done, her arms sliding around his neck to give him a hug, their breasts squashing together between them both!
The little boy snickers again... "Whats wrong? Are you gonna cry? Do you want your mommy?" His... mommy... oooh... she was so soft and pretty... a strange longing goes through the little boy... he'd be safe if she was here... he could just go hug her skirts and... everything would be fine.
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Clarke was just going to do one... but then he finds himself doing the next... then the next... it was so... relaxing. Soon his hands were empty... he blinks, looking around. "I... w-wha? Oh, thats... alright." He flushes as Alice hugs him... the large mounds of his suit pressing against Alice's...
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.