A change in plan

"Ugh, what a shitty client with a shitty target"

Dean curses after he is suddenly waken up by a call from the pigs, the one who gave him the club scouting job. He thought it would be a good idea to take it, killing two birds with one stone, but he started having second thought about this. Not to mention, Dean gave it to Clarissa who's basically a rookie albeit with an short but impressive track record. Now he's starting to regret that decision, as Dean has a rather soft spot for that girl.

"Maybe I should transfer the job to someone else..." he muses as he dials Clarissa's number on his Cyberlink.

Dean has to wait for a long while before the call is finally answered. Understandable, he thinks, as he also let the pig rang him a few times before he actually picked it up. It is, after all, seven in the morning. And for people like him and Clarissa, that was basically the middle of the night.

"Hello?" a familiar voice finally comes from the other side.

"Hey, Clarissa. Sorry for the early call. Look, about that job I told you yesterday, there's a change of plan, and your work starts tonight"

"Alright"

Dean blinks. He expected Clarissa to bitch and moan on the sudden change of schedule, but she just took it in stride.

"Uh, okay then... Hey, you sure you wanna take this job? I started to get a bad feeling about this one"

There is a long moment of silence from her end. It seems Clarissa is thinking her options.

"...That won't be necessary," she finally gives a reply to Dean, "it's fine, I've done worse jobs anyway"

Dean is quite worried, but he eventually decides that he'll just trust Clarissa on this one. After all, she's proven to be a quite reliable mercenary.

"Alright, then... I'll give you the new details later. Be careful, Clarissa"

Clarissa just replies curtly in affirmation before disconnecting the call. Dean looks at his Cyberlink and shakes his head, before going back to sleep.

After disconnecting the call, Clarissa put down the device and looks at Max, who's sitting on the bed together with her, both equally naked. The call was put on loudspeaker, and Max could hear their conversation. He was the one who instructed Clarissa to refuse Dean's advice on cancelling the job. There is no way he would let his toy leave so soon!

"Good job," Max praises her, "now you'll have to pay me back for waking me up so early in the morning using that huge tits of yours"

Max points at his dick, already hard and standing to attention. Clarissa immediately knows what he wants, and she obediently moves toward it. With a face that betrays no emotion, she wraps the meat stick with her huge breasts. Her smooth and supple skin slides across the length of his shaft, sending pleasure coursing through Max's body. Clarissa moves her chest up and down, pleasuring Max's member using only her tits, her arms pushed against the sides to ensure enough pressure on the dick. While the man is grunting in content, Clarissa doesn't say a word, diligently focused on doing the titfuck as instructed.

The soft yet supple sensation of Clarissa's boobs massaging his erect penis soon brings Max to climax. He moans as streams of hot cum shoot out of his tip, splattering all over Clarissa's face, hair, and breasts. Despite having her body coated in fresh semen, Clarissa doesn't complain nor even show any disgust. She remains motionless with her mouth closed and eyes focused on the tip of the dick. She's lucky none of his semen hit her eyes directly.

"Damn, what a mess. I should have told you to catch it in your mouth," Max complains, but he is grinning happily, "but you look great drenched in my seed, girl"

Clarissa doesn't react to the compliment, still waiting for more instructions. Clarissa's body is currently piloted by an AI that Dr. Francis created. There are several types that the doctor created, and this particular one is the type that has no will nor emotion of their own. They will do everything and anything their master tell them to do. The master is, of course, set to be Max.

Just hours ago, after the doctor inserted the AI into Clarissa's body, she spilled out everything about Clarissa to Max as per his instruction. That included but not limited to her personal data like her bank account and her address. And most importantly, who she is working for and why she was snooping around in the club. This was done while they were fucking intensely, of course. Max was quite surprised when he found out that the police department, whom he thought to be spineless, dared to send spies into his club. He had a hearty chuckle at the audacity of their move, while his mind was forming a plan. That plan was what prompted the series of morning calls.

"Start cleaning my dick with that mouth of yours," Max continues.

Clarissa obeys Max's command without a word. Clarissa's pink lips envelop Max's semi-erect penis, sucking the sensitive head clean from its leftover semen. She also drags her tongue along the underside of the shaft, her saliva coating it thoroughly. She can taste the pungent taste of sperm and her own residual pussy juices (thanks to last night's fucking session) as her mouth is filled by his rod. Max's groans in approval, and soon his dick is slick with spit and throbbing with renewed vigor.

"Use that mouth of yours to clean my balls too," he says, spreading his legs a little so Clarissa has more access to his sack.

Clarissa dutifully releases Max's erection with a loud pop, before moving further down to reach his scrotum. She kisses them and fondles the pair of balls with her hand. She rubs one of them between her index and thumb finger, while the other ball is enveloped by her warm and wet mouth. Clarissa also does the same to the other ball, switching back and forth, until Max let out another shot of cum, now mostly landing on Clarissa's back.

"Shit, alright, that's enough for now..." he grunts, "go clean yourself and get dressed. I should not keep you here any longer"

Clarissa steps away from the bed, and leaves for the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, she comes out wearing the clothes she wore last night, bar the mask. The sleeveless white blouse and black jeans are a little wrinkled, but they are clean from any... stains. Her long brown hair is being let down, wet after being washed. She stands in front of Max, waiting for her next instructions.

"Who are you?" Max asks the AI.

"AI Type 1; designated #002. I am an AI created by Dr. Francis to obey your commands, master," the AI answers in a flat tone.

"Right, type 1," Max sighs, "I know I said I was getting tired of type 2, but the doc should have known better and put a type 3 on her. Oh well... Answer this, #002. Are you familiar with the name Clarissa?"

"Affirmative. That is the name of this body I am currently inhabiting," the AI responds.

"That's correct. From now on, you'll respond to that name as well. You must act as if you are truly her. Read her memories and emulate her behaviors as closely as possible. Just make sure to avoid suspicion from anyone close to her. But also, don't forget that I'm still your master, you understand?"

"Yes, master"

"Good... Go home for now and I'll see you later tonight," Max said, grinning, "your 'mission' is, of course, going to be a little different than planned"

"Understood," the AI replies before turning back and exits the bedroom, "see you soon, master"

The AI, #002, walks through the dim corridor before exiting the club through a back entrance. A bouncer sees her, but he lets her go as instructed by his boss. #002 doesn't even spare him a glance as she walks past him, her eyes fixed straight ahead. The morning air is a bit chilly since she is lightly dressed, but the AI pays no mind to the weather. She proceeds to walk towards the closest station to catch a carrier home.

#002 can open Clarissa's apartment lock with ease, as she has Clarissa's key card and can access her memory for the entry password. She scans the living room and kitchen area, before noticing a black cat staring at her from afar. Midnight doesn't immediately approach Clarissa like usual, somehow noticing that something is wrong with her. #002 moves according to Clarissa's memories, taking out cat food and filling the small bowl on the floor. Midnight cautiously approaches the bowl, but hisses and scampers away when #002 reaches out to pet it. The AI notices the discrepancy with Clarissa's experience regarding the cat, but ultimately it disregards the interaction and goes to the bedroom to rest Clarissa's body.