He chickens out

"I-I'm good. I don't want to know that badly," the Inspector replies with a **** smile, "so, if we're done here, I'll be going then"

Max chuckles but eventually nods towards the inspector, "very well then, you may leave. Have a safe trip home"

"Th-thank you, and... Goodbye!" the inspector quickly gather his coat and scampers away, not forgetting to take his cap as he runs outside the room.

After the Inspector has left, Max laughs in amusement regarding the inspector's hurried escape. He should expect no more trouble from that old man. The inspector think of himself as a menacing guy, but he is truly a cowardly bastard who will turn tail when faced with something he couldn't control. But at the end of the day, he's also an important figure in Greenville PD. Max thinks that perhaps he should go on with his original idea to keep the inspector on a close watch. And who's better to fit the job than the inspector's precious daughter? One session with the doc and she will be a good, obedient mole.

But enough of that for now, Max thinks to himself. There's someone else he should contact at the moment.

***

Dean twiddles his thumbs while he is sitting in front of his computer screen. Currently, his mercenary Clarissa should be having a meeting with Maxwell Miller in order to arrange a job opportunity for her. Everything seemed to be fine, and nothing seemed to go wrong. Yet, a feeling of dread has been gnawing at the pit of his stomach and he can't calm himself down. Dean waits anxiously as time passes without any report back from Clarissa.

But then, a call comes in to his cyberlink. He glances at the screen and see Clarissa's name on it. His brow furrows, as the call was unexpected. Firstly, it is way too early for a report, as it is barely pass midnight. And secondly, he was expecting an update via text message later, not a direct call from Clarissa herself. And finally, it is a video call, something Clarissa never did. He wonders if something bad happened. Still, he quickly picks up the call with a nervous smile.

But his smile disappears quickly when he sees the video feed that comes from the other end. His cyberlink is currently connected to his computer, so he is seeing the video on his large screen. The feed shows that Clarissa is standing inside a lavish room, wearing a black crop top and a short black mini skirt. A huge man with broad shoulders and a bald head can be seen beside her, grinning towards the camera. Dean immediately recognizes the man as Max Miller, the owner of Demon's Lair.

"Hello, mister handler. Dean, isn't it?" the mafia boss speaks directly to him from the screen.

Dean tries to keep his expression level, as his face is also on the call and Max can see him. He tries to assess the situation before replying. Someone must be holding on to Clarissa's cyberlink and pointed the camera towards the two of them. It is safe to say that Clarissa is completely busted, and her mission has failed. Though he is a bit disappointed that Clarissa outed his identity, he is glad that she seems to be unharmed.

"Yes, Dean is my name. Am I speaking with Maxwell Miller, the owner of Demon's Lair?" Dean answers the question with a question, trying to appear polite.

"That's right, though I'm sure you know me already," Max confirms, "otherwise, what a bad handler you are, not knowing your target before sending your little mercenary to me"

Max pulls Clarissa closer to him by grabbing her breast from the side. Clarissa does not resist and allows Max to pull her with minimal effort, eliciting a lustful noise out of her mouth as she is moved. The sound is picked by the cyberlink, and Dean is worried about Clarissa. He thinks that perhaps she is being ****, though the reality is much, much worse than that.

"Well yes," Dean replies, "I do know you of course. And it seems my mercenary has failed her mission. I apologize for this unfortunate turn of event. I'd be happy to compensate you in some ways"

Max laughs and pulls Clarissa into his lap as he sits down. She sits sideways on his muscular thigh, leaning into the man's torso for support.

"Relax, Dean. You are not in a big trouble. Guys like you just want to make a living, I understand. Your employers are the real mastermind. But well, I didn't punish the Inspector that much either"

Dean curses inwardly. Clarissa seemed to have disclosed the information of their employer, which is one of the highest taboo in their line of work. A good mercenary should keep that secret even if they are tortured or ****. If words gets out that Clarissa betrayed the trust of her employer, she'll never be able to work as a mercenary anymore. And why does Clarissa look so nonchalant about this? She is sitting there all docile while her life is on the line. She doesn't even seem to care. Something must be seriously wrong.

"Thank you for your understanding," Dean replies politely, "but I am not that naive to think that you do not want to retaliate in any manner. Can you please tell me so that I know what's coming?"

Max guffaws, "I like you, Dean. You're brave and sharp. I might use your service in the future. In any case, you don't need to worry since I already get my compensation from you. Isn't that right, Clarissa?"

"Yes, master"

Dean stares at Clarissa. Master? Why would Clarissa call Max her master? And what did he mean by compensation? What has she given to Max as her compensation? He starts to feel a bit confused about the whole thing.

"Excuse me for my ignorance, sir. But can you please clarify what you meant by compensation?"

Max leans his head towards Clarissa's face and kissed her cheek passionately. The girl doesn't seem to react much, but it is clear that she doesn't mind the kiss, and maybe even enjoys it.

"Why, I mean your beautiful little mercenary right here, of course. She's no longer yours, she's mine. And she is my loyal ****, as you can see. Aren't you, my darling?"

Clarissa nods, "yes, I am your loyal ****, master"

Dean is shocked and appalled. Despite the absurd words that comes out of her mouth, Clarissa seems to be alert. She doesn't protest or show any hint of unwillingness even though she looks sober. The whole thing reeks of brainwashing, but how did Max manage to do that so fast? Not only that, Clarissa appears to have become submissive and obedient towards Max. Her current attitude is definitely not the kind of personality a tough mercenary like her would naturally have.

"I... I see," Dean replies calmly, "can I possibly change your mind regarding that? She's one of my best mercenaries. I don't want to lose her"

"Sorry, but that's impossible," Max answers with a cheeky grin, "but I'll give you a chance for one last fuck, how about it?"

Dean is startled by the sudden proposal. His eyes dart to Clarissa who sits on Max's lap. Her clothing is rumpled, her tits are nearly out from her top, and her skirt has rode up quite a bit to reveal a glimpse of her black panties. Dean finds himself gulping hard when he takes a good look at her, his cock starts to harden. He has always admired Clarissa's beauty and wanted to fuck her, but he knows she's not the kind of woman who would mix business and pleasure, thus he never made any move. But the sight of Clarissa's half-naked body sitting on Max's muscular leg stirs his lust, and he begins to imagine how good it will be if he could take advantage of this opportunity.