Knees still weak, Nancy gets back to work

Despite being alone, Nancy found herself remaining in her submissive posture, spreading her ass and showing off her nether holes to the empty room, her mind too rattled by what had transpired over the last couple of minutes. She felt hot. She could feel the **** run through her system, potently limiting her mental capacities, fogging up her thoughts.

“Nancy? Nancy are you there?” Fletcher’s voice rang in her ear, cutting into the numbness of her mind.

“Uh-huh!” she muttered, despite him being unable to hear her, still groggy. She blinked a few times, her mind fighting back the haze. She finally let go of her own buttocks and clumsily pushed herself up onto all fours, groaning as she lifted her head of the couch.

“Seems like I bought you your window,” Fletcher spoke and Nancy squeezed her eyes shut, trying to use the hacker’s voice to focus her mind, “You better get to work before he comes back!”

“… before he comes back!” Nancy repeated, opening her eyes. She needed to get to work. Pushing herself up, she rose to her feet, taking a deep breath before looking around. The bottle! Where was the sun oil bottle with the thumb drive in it?

“Kateshi is in the elevator, about to reach the reception!” Fletcher updated her.

There! On one of the dressers next to the door she spotted the small plastic bottle. Slowly, feeling woozy still, Nancy made her way over, her bare feet slapping loudly on the cold, polished marble. Grabbing the bottle, Nancy caught her reflection in the mirror hanging above the dresser.

“Fuck…” she muttered, blinking in shock. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes reddened. And she was naked! Her tits, her pussy were out for the world to see!

Well, the world isn’t watching right now, she thought. The corners of her mouth tightened as her grit and determination won out over the haziness. Get a grip, McKenna, and get your fine ass to work!

Bottle in hand, walked into the bedroom where she had spotted the laptop earlier. The room was a mess. Colorful clothes were strewn all over, the luxurious, king-sized bed was unmade and several bottles of both non-alcoholic and alcoholic beverages in varying states of emptiness were scattered across the room.

Glancing over to the bathroom she could see that the luxury continued there. Dark, fashionable tiles, a big walk-in shower and the Jacuzzi she faintly remembered Kateshi bragging about earlier. The thing was filled and running. What a wasteful fucking clown…

Focusing on the task at hand, Nancy knelt down on the floor in front of the laptop, opened the bottle’s secret compartment, pulled out the hidden thumb drive and quickly plugged it into the laptop’s port.