Ride the elevator to freedom! Well, the basement, anyway.

“Yeah, that could work,” Your grin gets bigger as you immediately have an idea, then take a couple of steps so you can glance out through the one of the two doors that’s left wide-open after you bursting through it to pump Mr. Big full of lead, “It could definitely work.”

“What could?” With each step she takes, Fox is carrying with more grace and nimbleness. Considering what she’s supposedly been through, the speed of her recovery is nothing short of miraculous. Guess it’s no fun playing a game where the odd bit of ****-out ****’s got you out for days, is it?

“We’ll ride the elevator down to the basement, find a door, and sneak out,” You explain, “I mean, it’s not exactly heroic, but there’s probably a couple dozen people with guns around who don’t want us to leave.”

“Yeah, screw heroic,” Something naughty flashes in Fox’s eyes for a second as she looks at you, “I just wanna get out of here, find somewhere to crash, and get laid.”

“In that order?” Suddenly very keen not to waste any more time, you set off, rifle unslung and raised somewhat as you approach the corridor.

“Hey, I haven’t thanked you for saving my ass, have I?” The combined question and reply from Fox comes at you from behind, as she’s trailing by a couple of paces, pistol in one hand. It occurs to you that you’re hedging your bets that she won’t shoot you in the back, but if you can’t trust people that you’ve just saved from ****, who can you trust?

“Hey, don’t mention it,” you assure her, “I enjoyed it.”

“Not as much as you would fucking it,” You can practically hear the intensity of Fox’s smile turn up as her off-hand remarked has you close to tripping over the corpse of Mr. Big. Still, it’s without any slapstick-style pratfalls that you lead the way out into the corridor and to what turns out to be a cargo elevator big enough that an enterprising fellow could furnish it with a bed and rent it out as a studio apartment.

Your dick stirred the moment you first saw Fox, and even the quick and rather shallow interaction between you two so far only made said stirring more prominent, to the point where the bottom of your right trouser leg is being yanked upwards each time a throb hits your seriously oversized schlong. But as the doors to the elevator close with the two of you inside it, you realise you have to forget about that and focus on getting out of the brothel in one piece.

“How’d you find me, anyway?” Fox asks while looking at the doors as the lift starts its descent after you’ve pressed B for basement, pistol still in her hand.

“Gemma sent me,” You explain, “Said you were sent in yesterday and needed an assist with your exfil.”

“Who’s Gemma?”

Okay, so that wasn’t the answer you were expecting. Come to think of it, you don’t recall Gemma actually saying that she was the one who’d sent the Fox in. And you were actually gonna get paid for whacking Mr. Big, with rescuing the Fox being more of a conditional that’d net you a bonus. It’s just you were too horny to notice either of those things. Maybe you should have made Gemma fifty-two, obese and a man. With terrible BO.

“My contact,” And as you recall the busty teen sexpot that you turned her into, your dick throbs again.

“Ah, your Johnson. You trust her?” The elevator passes the 5th floor and keeps going.

“I’ve only met her once,” Glancing at Fox doesn’t make it easier for you to shift back into being prepared for sudden combat should the lift be stopped at one of the floors. Damn, that face and those tits… “But it seems like we’ve got a history together.”

“Maybe I should be jealous,” Still looking dead ahead either at the countdown of floors or the doors, Fox smiles again, “But the way you keep checking me out says I don’t have to.”

“Guess it’s that obvious, huh?” 4th floor, and they can’t go past fast enough for you.

“Uh-huh,” Fox nods, and you can’t help but note how the bobbing of her head makes a slight ripple run through her tits as they’re pushed together by her corset, “This your first mission?”

“Yeah,” The elevator clears the 3rd floor without stopping. Just three more to go, “You?”

“Yeah, me too,” Those plump lips Fox is sporting are pursed into a pout that makes you want to grab her by the lapels of her jacket, get her on her knees and fuck her face. Shit, your urges suddenly turned a lot more explicit.

“I had such an easy time getting in I got cocky,” As Fox says this, you pause ogling her for just long enough to wonder if she isn’t returning the favour. At the very least, she’s not quite so diligent about watching the doors any longer, “And getting cocky got me caught.”

“That sucks,” The elevator keeps going without there be any signs of anyone having detected it. You’re almost there…

“Definitely,” Now Fox looks at you openly, seeking out your gaze with her own and getting it, “Thanks again for the rescue. Seriously.”

“Sure,” Right, time to adopt some small modicum of professionalism again. It looks like you’ll make it to the basement, but there’s no telling what might await you down there. With that in mind, you let your carbine rest on your left forearm and pop free another flashbang.

“You got optical shielding too?” You ask, while preparing to let the shock grenade activate, should the need to throw it arise.

“Nah, but I got increased reflexes,” Fox answers, “Let me know when you throw that thing, and I’ll get out of the way.”

“Anything else you got?” The idea of enhancements intrigues, as does what another player might opt for and how that fits with their character.

“Nanites to change my appearance and the colour of my hair and skin,” Fox replies while you pass the 1st floor without any interference, “Figured it could come in handy for infiltration runs.”

“Oh, and increased vaginal and anal control,” Again, the Fox adopts a naughty smile so vivid you can practically hear it, and she chuckles softly at your sudden intake of air.

“...” You nearly drop the grenade.

“You okay there, handsome?” Not losing her smile, Fox waits five seconds before breaking the silence.

“Just thinking happy thoughts,” Right as you regain enough control over your tongue to reply, you reach the basement.

Actually, as it turns out once the doors slide open after the B on the display above them has lit up is not so much a basement as an underground garage with room for maybe 15-20 cars and about half as many parked there.

“Looks like we’re not walking out of here,” You say, once Fox and you have made sure that the area’s clear.

“Looks like it. Might want to wait till things calm down up top, though,” Fox replies, and motions towards the ceiling, beyond which the sound of gunfire can be heard coming from upstairs and out in the street. Man, somebody’s letting loose a lot of rounds.

“You grab a car, I make sure no one can sneak up on us while we wait?” You suggest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Nodding, Fox disappears off in amongst the parked cars and you watch the swaying of her as she does.

“Hey,” You’re not sure if she possesses really good peripheral vision or if she knew you’d be doing it, but Fox stops abruptly and starts talking even before she’s turned her head to smile at you over her shoulder, “Quit ogling my ass and get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Caught red-handed, you set to work as quickly as you can. Apart from the elevator, there’s also some zigzagging stairs running down into the garage from up on ground-level, and you set up traps at both entry points.

The stash upstairs might have included – among many, many other things – a freaking handheld minigun, but you settled for more prosaic stuff. Like the tripwire that you rig up to the flashbangs hidden from view of anyone coming down the stairs or out via the elevator. You use non-lethal ordinance primarily because it might be one of the hookers who triggers either of them, and even if they’re really just ones and zeroes, you don’t want to be responsible for some luckless sex worker getting turned into chunky salsa.

You’re more careful when you sneak up the ramp connecting the underground garage with the street and hear the gunfire get louder. Once you reach the looked gate with a gangbanger lying on the other side of it with a gaping hole where the upper left quarter of his skull used to be, you wire up another flashbang and use some of the plastique that you stole to make sure you can blow the gate apart when the time comes for your escape. Hey, it’s almost like you know what you’re doing!

To your surprise, once you’ve sneaked away from the gates you discover that rather than one of the Americars in the garage, Fox had chosen to boost a GMC Bulldog van. And since she left the driver’s seat unoccupied, it seems like she’s expecting you to be the one of you to drive it.

“I’ve been thinking,” There’s that playful gleam in Fox’s eyes again once you’ve settled down and she’s turned to sit sideways facing you in the front passenger seat, “You never told me your name.”

“It’s Cutter.”

“Well, Cutter...” And that seems to have been all Fox needed, because she now leans in over the gear stick and plants her lips on your. It takes her a second or two to pry your mouth open so her tongue can get inside it, by which point she’s got a hand on your thigh, squeezing it – and more importantly your cock – through your trousers.

Caught a little off-guard, you however do respond to the kiss by getting your tongue into play too, and after about ten seconds of that your hands are starting to feel awfully empty. More so when she starts to really work the shaft of your dick over with her fingers, massaging and squeezing it whilst cooing lustfully into your mouth whenever it throbs in response to her actions.

It’s starting to look a lot like Fox wants some action. And it’s not like you’re opposed to it, but it’s probably better to wait until you’re completely clear of the brothel first, right?

Right?