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Charles walked into his informant's shop from the rain, wiping his shoes on the mat at the entrance before proceeding up to the counter and ringing the bell. In short order Ramon came out to the desk, his expression visibly frustrated when Charles asked, "Is she here?"

"Yes, she's in the office upstairs, I told her that the airline rep would come personally to address her concerns. She... she..."

"Spit it out, I have a lot of preparation to do after this," Charles interjected. It was a welcome surprise to find that one of Caitlyn's friends was located so soon after his tech expert had gotten access to her call log and group chats. It's just he was a little confused why that wasn't how they had located Jessica, the raven haired American girl whom seemed one of the feistier of the group. Ramon had called them out of the blue with word that he had a fantastic prospect already in his shop, ready for pickup. Ramon had been an excellent informant for a while now, but he thought there were just too many coincidences lining up when Ramon told him the name of the proposed target. He had told the travel agent to stall her until he got there and that was just what he'd done.

"I... I may have tried to **** her..." Ramon admitted, putting his hands up defensively.

"You what?!" Charles hissed, when a sudden thought interrupted him, "Wait, what do you mean tried?"

"I thought maybe I could have a little fun with the girl for a bit, you know, just until I handed her over... maybe with a better fee..." Ramon muttered, his gaze lowering as he spoke.

Charles believed that he wanted to have a little fun with the girl, he wasn't buying the bullshit about handing her over, "So you need me to clean up your mess. I'm not paying you for this."

Ramon looked like he had been hit by a truck, "B-but..."

"No buts, you called me because you couldn't handle her and now you need me to make this problem disappear. You're in luck, I'm in a charitable mood and will take her off your hands, but I'm not paying you a damn thing for her. Understand?" Charles laid out how this would go down.

Ramon's shoulders slumped, not arguing with Charles' assessment and resigned to the fact he wouldn't be receiving payment... but... "You can have her for free, but I have one request," Ramon made a counter offer as Charles turned mid sentence to head up the stairs.

"Request? I'm not doing you any more favors old man, you're already getting a big one as is," Charles responded, but he did stop in place...

"All I ask is that I get recordings of both that redhead and the one upstairs as they're processed for shipping... and I'd like similar recordings of any other girls you get from information those two provide."

Charles scowled at the offer. There was no way he was providing evidence to this old man to hoard and potentially end up in the wrong hands... but Ramon had been a good informant in the past and he obviously wanted more than just cash. Even this old man had that hunger in him it seemed. He could work with that, he thought. "I'm not giving you any video of what we do with the product after it leaves these doors. I won't risk getting caught just for your amusement," Charles growled, causing Ramon to shrink in on himself, "But... once you're done cleaning up after yourself her and you close up shop, give me a call and I'll have someone pick you up. They'll take you for a visit with Caitlyn and perhaps a few of her friends if luck holds out. You can give some of the crew a break and spend some time inspecting the product for quality assurance."

Ramon took his meaning and seemed satisfied with the arrangement, letting Charles proceed up the stairs to do his business while he stayed down at the desk to mind the shop... except, Charles had one last question for him.

"You mentioned you tried to **** her, do you know what happened?" Charles asked, curious what had gone wrong and what he was walking into.

"My cousin gave me an herbal supplement for 'special' occasions that should..." Ramon started.

"So you just, what, put a bunch in your tea and expected that to work?" Charles asked incredulously. Ramon could be a shrewd businessman but he was hopelessly out of his depth when it came to how things worked in his world.

"My cousin is a doctor! He told me how to handle it," Ramon said defensively.

"Let me see that stuff," Charles sighed, not sure what he had walked into here, then took a small bottle full of a powder, "Wow, ok, this is old school," Charles said as he examined the contents of the bottle. This was certainly not his style, but his mentor had dabbled in it from time to time back in the day. The contents of this bottle, when applied properly, would build up in the targets system. When fully absorbed, it would put the target into a daze, keep them off balance, and generally make them less functional. The real trick, though, was to get the target aroused as the target's hormones would react with the chemicals and **** them into a feedback loop. Get them to climax and they were practically yours and they would quickly exhaust themselves into a deep sleep for several hours. Not ideal for his work, he wanted to move fast, socially engineer his way through conscious victims, and grab everything he could in a location before refocusing on breaking the product in for sale, "How much of this did you give her?"

"She's had four cups now, she's visibly struggling, but she's very strong..." Ramon said sheepishly.

Charles just stared at the fool of a man... Jessica surely was strong, he was certain 2 or 3 cups of this stuff would have even him slurring his speech and staggering a bit, but that meant she'd been given several doses beyond what was recommended that were surely saturating her blood stream by now. The longer he waited, the more drastic the effects would be when he took her and fucked her into oblivion. Dammit...

Charles climbed the stairs two steps at a time, not saying another word to the shop keeper. He marched down the hallway and barged through the only door with a light peeking through the bottom. Inside, Jessica was sitting in a swivel chair at the desk in the center of the room, slumped back in the seat as she lazily looked over towards Charles.

"Y-you must be from the airl- hey, hey!" Jessica started before Charles rushed behind her, grabbed beneath each of her arms, and lifted her out of the seat causing the chair to fall back onto the ground, "Get your hands off me!" Jessica shouted as she put up an impressive fight given her current state, but Charles handled the feisty American deftly as he shoved her on her knees and pushed her face down onto the couch. In a swift motion, Charles had pulled a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and quickly cuffed both of Jessica's hands behind her back. Holding Jessica's head by her hair, he did his best to muffle her screams into the couch seat cushion as he grabbed the front of her jeans, tore the button out of place, and yanked the waistband to pull the jeans past her firm ass, then peeled them back further to rest around her knees.

Charles slid his hand across those inviting folds as Jessica wiggled against his firm grip and when he found her already slick, he thrust two fingers into her warm folds and got to work. Normally he would have like to handle this with a more measured approach, he enjoyed the hunt as much as the prize, but the fool downstairs had **** his hand and for once his immediate efforts would be to the benefit of the struggling woman. He needed to work that **** out of her system as fast as possible and the only way he knew of was to fuck it out of her. Soon enough, as Charles hooked his fingers and rubbed at her hidden spot, he was relieved to hear Jessica's angry snarls turn to moans, her resistance softened, then eventually halted altogether as she took in her position and raised her ass higher into the air, if only slightly. 'There's a good slut,' Charles thought as he continued to rub her G spot, not stopping until her moans rose in volume, her legs began to tremble, and finally, he felt her clamp up on his fingers as she cried into the seat cushion.

Charles let Jessica's climax wash over her for several seconds, waiting until she was left a shaking mess before he grabbed her jeans bunched up along her knees and pulled them the rest of the way off. Flipping her over so get to work properly, Charles unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the ground as he grabbed hold of each of Jessica's knees, pinned them up against her head on either side, and lined himself up, "You should be thanking me. A little longer and there could have been permanent side effects."

"Shut up and fuck me," Jessica demanded, her face fully flushed, her voice a sultry tone inviting him to do his worst as the **** feedback loop threw her libido into overdrive. Charles wasn't going to argue with such a simple demand.

"Ohhhh FFFFFUCK!!!" Jessica wailed as she felt that massive cock slam into her core, her breasts and feet bouncing back and forth as Charles went about giving her the orgasm of a lifetime. Within moments, Jessica seized up, her legs spasming against Charles grip, her cunt squeezing the life out of him... Charles grunted as he couldn't hold on any longer and let go of her legs and scooped her up as he came inside her.

"More! Give it to me!" Jessica cried out like a banshee, the wild woman arching her back as she felt herself already close to rolling over into another orgasm. Charles gathered his strength and willpower and **** himself to perform once more, letting Jessica wrap her legs around his waist and lock him in against her. He wasn't going to fight against her wishes in that regard and continued to pound away.

Jessica's grunts and moans came to an apex as she raised her voice into a long scream, her back arched up off the couch, her legs squeezing down on Charles, and her entire being shaken to its core. Charles for his part, held on long enough to feel her go limp before he came once again and collapsed over the wild woman.

"You are going to make many men very happy after you wake up..." Charles muttered as he pulled out. He called up Ramon, who took a minute to arrive, "I need a large luggage case that zips up. I'm going to roll her out in it and take her from here. If she provides anything useful after she wakes up, you'll get a go with her. Don't expect that to be anytime soon though," Charles instructed Ramon, who nodded appreciatively, "Oh, and Ramon? Throw that stuff out, understand?"

Ramon frowned, but nodded as he left to go downstairs and grab a large piece of luggage. As he went down the stairs, a slight smirk formed on his lips... Charles had only said he wouldn't give him any recordings once the girl left these doors. He hadn't said anything about the recording he'd taken of him fucking Jessica into the couch in his office. One had to appreciate the smaller things where they could be found...

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