Mission Accomplished

As soon as the elevator door opens into the command center five sets of eyes instantly turn in your direction. All of Griese's security blunted your entrance, but that couldn't be helped. “Nothing to worry about. Mission accomplished.” You offer them a radiant smile that has sent at least thousand men's heart fluttering. They, and Cora, didn't disappoint.

Mother had been nice enough to let the infiltration go ahead. Whatever kind of show she planned to put on for the cameras, you were certain it'd leave them pent-up and horny. Anything unsavory or incriminating could be done outside of view, or at another location entirely, not like the Queen of Vegas lacked those. She ruled this city after all. Andy Griese and his merry band were foolish to resist that truth.

“So sit back and wait while the cameras are rolling?” Taylor asked as she took a seat. If you didn't know better, you would've bought that prim and proper act she was putting on. You followed her, claiming one of the empty seats besides Cora for yourself. Underneath the desk, and outside of view, you lightly brushed your foot against hers then pretended to ignore her when she sent you a glance.

An unaware Griese nodded and started quietly checking in with Bernard about the preparation for recording and video editing. “Suspect it'll be a while before they exchange any cables. Bernard here,” he clapped the older African American man on his shoulder, “has offered to take night shift. Tomorrow it'll be my turn, then Theresa, Chad, Maya, and lastly you. That is fine with everyone?” No one's voice rose in protest.

It didn't take too long before you were all at work again, going through hours of audio and video recordings, reading conspiracy forums, and countless other small things that ultimately didn't matter. Somewhere within that time span mother had instructed her soulless to install the cables, and, since then, Bernard had sat hunched over as he intently listened and watched the screens.

You slouched in your chair, certain you were having a headache and felt your muscles ache in ways they only did after a rough gangbang. With a groan, you rested your head against the table, your arms hanging loosely from your shoulders. Half-dreaming, you imagined having taken on a dozen cocks at once and awaited the praise and reward from Tanith after presenting your earnings. A throaty moan escaped your lips when a set of firm hands clasped and massaged your stiff shoulders. For a few blissful seconds, fantasy and reality merged.

“Ohhh, thank you, Cora. I needed that.” You didn't ask her to stop so she obliged and continued working her strong fingers deep into your skin and muscle. The arousal and lust she felt was palpable. “How about we take a Girl's Night Out? All of us hitting the streets and have fun for a few hours. I haven't had sex in four days straight, and after spending months fucking nonstop I kinda have an itch I need to scratch,” a note of sadness tinged your voice, like you weren't proud to admit the kind of nymphomaniac you had become under Tanith's tutelage.

“Was planning on taking an early night.” Theresa immediately shot down the suggestions. It didn't matter, beyond having to make some alterations to your plans. You sent Taylor a look, letting her know she should also sit this one out. Which left Cora.

“No point in staying in Vegas if we can't enjoy ourselves a little. With the two of us, it'd be more like a date though,” she shrugged her shoulders, speaking casually to give no hint that she was angling for precisely that. Despite her nice act, Cora was trying to advantage of you.

You buried your face in the desk, doing your best to contain the wicked expression painting the features of your face. Even if it had to be one by one, you'd dismantle this little organization until only Griese remained so you could let him see what had become of his ambitions before fucking him raw and taking his soul. Perhaps you'd let them continue operating afterwards: a honey pot to gather up other dissidents trying to overthrow mother's rule.