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Chapter 11 by latexdoll latexdoll

How does he react?

An interruption cuts things short.

Thankfully, or perhaps sadly you don’t have to find out what he was planning. The guard in front sees someone coming and rips his cock out of your mouth with a start, cramming it into his pants as fast as he can. The look of panic on his face tells the second guard that he had best follow suit and he pushes you behind a nearby dumpster and nearly doubles over in an attempt to push his swollen cock back into his pants. The door opens and from your hiding spot you are able to hear a familiar voice, “What the fuck is going on back here?” The German guard from the building you hit earlier demands of the two sweaty guards.

The first stammers, and the second finally answers, “Umm, sorry sir, we were just, umm…”

A massive shot silences his stammering, “I don’t even give the slightest shit what you two fags were doing out here. But if that fucking thief gets away from us with the prototype I will kill every last one of you useless fucks. Now get back to your post, or do I have to replace you as well!”

“No sir.” He answers and the two of them disappear back inside leaving you alone. For a brief second you consider taking his gun and armor, but you decide the best thing to do is run like hell. Quickly you make your way, amazed at how well you can run in your massive heels, and scamper back up the roof where you stashed the prototype and the rest of your stuff. Sadly as you get there you see nothing is there. After a moment of panic you look around the surrounding area and finally, just as you are about to give up, you see the prototype sitting on a broken old cardboard box.

Pissed at the loss of your gear, but thankful that you will at least get paid you survey your surroundings. Weighing your next move, you take a moment to straighten your skirt, top, and use your finger to swipe the sides of your mouth, fixing your makeup a bit, using a broken piece of what looks like an old stainless steel table as a mirror. Then you hear the sound of movement coming from the stairwell and realize you are not alone.

Find out who it is or run?

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