She *barely* keeps her cool.

Ever the professional, Jenni keeps her cool and proceeds to dress Tory up in her fetish gear.

You just imagine watching this poor woman **** to perform for some old Oil Baron or his creepy son in that lingerie...

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Likewise, you imagine Donna **** to be submissive in the lingerie and fetish gear that you are dressing her in...

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You get your head 'out of the clouds' and come up with something else to help your case...

"So how much paper work is there involved with shipping these bitches overseas," you ask.
"Tons! You should see all of the stupid forms we have to fill out- in triplicate- just to keep them from searching the crates."
"Sounds like you could use some help. Maybe Jenni here can help you with that- she's good at filing reports."

You smile at Jenni as she glares at you. It is the combination of your not-so-subtle joke and her realization of what you're planning.

"What a great idea! Of course, I'll have to keep my contacts secret still," your Boss says, "You're not there yet, Jenni."
"...sounds good, boss."

You can hear the strain in Jenni's voice as she agrees to be stuck doing paperwork all night with her boss. Her contacts are now easy picking for you...

You finish dressing Donna and hand her to one of the heavies. No sense giving Jenni the chance to bug this one. Speaking of which...

You saunter over and make a show of feeling up Tory. In reality, you are looking for the tracker/bug she probably put on her.

While Jenni is distracted by being **** to put on Tory's restraints, you fish the item out from the back of the vinyl panties. Nice try, Jenni.

As the pair are loaded up, you smile at Jenni as you exit. You press a button on your phone and lock hers up- just in case.