What a way to make a living

Today was the day we were going to get to the bottom of what Apol-Lyon was up to and who was heading this **** and data-stealing enterprise.

Tessa setup our best camera and recording equipment for Ashley and Madison. We of course were going to be in the van nearby and listening and watching, ready to spring the trap, but also to make sure that if Ashley and Madison get into any trouble, I will be there to handle things. 

The girls got dressed in their "costumes" and around dinner time headed to the Wet Kitty strip club that Artyom had made his home. Madison had a video and audio feed transmitting to Tessa and I in the parking lot. Ashley, or "Dolly," as she was going by right now, had already put on a few dances that had gotten the attention of the regulars, not used to this type of girl next door perfection mixed with the sexiness of a woman who knew how to turn men on. 

Sure enough Artyom's car was spotted pulling in, and I alerted Madison that the trap was ready to be sprung. She had positioned herself as the protective girlfriend of Dolly and nursed drinks while making sure she was okay and didn't need protecting from the patrons. True to her character, she had a couple of times she got loud and intimidating when a handsy or too drunk.

Artyom made his way to his usual table and started to drink. Ashley had to wait for her turn in the line-up again. Once she was announced, a noticeable change in Artyom happened. He sat up, looking much more interested than he had been in the last few dances. To Ashley's credit, without dancing at Artyom, she was able to send verbal and non-verbal signals towards him. He definitely was affected by these advances; after her dance, she was required to work the room looking for private dances, as was the way with the strippers there. 

You could tell Artyom could hardly wait for Ashley/Dolly to proposition him for a private dance. Of course he accepted happily and was led to the back room with a hand on Ashley's hip. I tried my best not to crush the pair of handcuffs I had been playing with. 

"Deep breath, Matt; this is necessary, and it doesn't mean anything; she is as safe as possible, and she loves you." I said to try and calm myself. 

We had a camera in the VIP room; I turned to that channel in the van to watch what was going on and was able to let Madison know if she needed to get in there. 

Ashley was very handsy with Artyom, as we had discussed. Nothing over-the-top sexual like grabbing his crotch or blowing him, but touches, hugs, and teasing to let him know she was interested in him. She went into her dance, and it was Artyum's turn to get handsy, caressing her breasts, grabbing her ass while she ground her perfect ass into his crotch, even planting a kiss on her ass with a little smack when Ashley bent over to twerk in his face. 

Thankfully that was the extent of his bad behavior; I think he realized he might actually have a shot with this girl and didn't want to blow it on a cheap feel. After the dance, Ashley leaned down, talking to him some more very closely, her lips to his ears close. She then guided him out of VIP and directly to Madison. 

I listened carefully to the audio from both Ash and Madison's microphones. 

"This is my girlfriend I told you about. Crystal, this is Arty; he is totally funny, and I thought maybe we could hang out with him." Ashley/Dolly said.

"Dolly, you horny sow, this guy just wants to get into your pants!" Madison/Crystal growled.

"Don't be like that, baby! You know I would never do anything without you! But Arty told me he just got paid, and I know you have been wanting to get that new iPhone for your cam work. Plus, I can tell Artys packing enough meat to be a lot of fun." Ash finished. 

"So you got cash and a dick? Well, at least there's that. Listen, Arty, the price for that phone is 1200 bucks. I know that's steep, but you're lucky that Dolly only has sex when I am involved, and I haven't had a good dicking in a month. So you get to have both of us back at our hotel for the cash." Madison/Crystal finished. 

"I think I can agree to those terms, ladies," Artyom replied in a heavy accent. "Let me talk to the owner; I'll get you off the rest of the night; he owes me a favor; we can take my car back to your place." He finished. 

After hearing this, it seemed like everything was going according to plan. Artyum finished talking to the owner and returned, waving his arm towards the door in an effort to get the girls moving towards the parking lot. Madison/Crystal threw back the last of her drink; French kissed Ash and slapped her ass to get her going, just like a possessive girlfriend would do. With a yelp, Ash jumped, and all three of them headed to Artyums Mercedes.

Because of the tracking devices we had on both ladies, we didn't need to tail Artyum, but we did want to stay close in case things went sideways. I kept an ear open to make sure we were on track. They pulled into the microtel chosen for a number of reasons: one, it was just the right price for a hooker and her girlfriend to afford; it wasn't in the best part of town, so loud noises and arguing weren't abnormal to hear in the rooms as there were lots of illegal activities going on in and around the premise. 

They headed up to the room, and I could hear Madison and Artyum taking care of the financial side of things. Madison asked if he wanted a beer, and he said no; he had enough to drink at the bar. Probably didn't want to get whisky dick. Dolly put on some music and did another strip tease for Artyum, this time disrobing completely and increasing the heavy petting. Artyum took this to mean things were going well, so he took his dick out. 

"Which one of you wants to be first to suck my dick?" He said it with confidence. 

"Dolly, you heard the man go suck his dick, get it nice and hard so he can fuck me hard till I come." Madison said it with an aggressive tone. 

I am not going to lie; seeing and hearing Ash go down on this human germ made me want to throw up, but we needed this plan to work the first time or we might not be able to stop Apol-Lyon Corp from potentially creating something worse than before. We all knew what this would entail and agreed to it, so I just bit my lip and pushed through the pain. 

After 10 minutes or so, Ashley said to Madison that Artyum was good and ready to give her a good fucking. 

Everyone lost any clothing they had left and got into the king-sized bed. Ash laid down while Madison started eating her out while presenting her ass to Artyum. He quickly started thrusting into Madison, I could tell she was phoning it in, but she did a convincing enough job to fool Artyum into thinking she came from his dicking. But Artyum's prize hadn't been to fuck Crystal/Madison; he had wanted Dolly from the start, so they switched places, with Dolly now eating Madison out while getting fucked doggy style by Artyum. 

Artyum announced loudly that he was getting close to cuming, and Madison moved out from under Ashley and pressed herself against Artyum, encouraging him to fill Dolly up like the dumb cow she was. What he didn't see was the blackjack she had retrieved from under the mattress, right after he finished yelling while shooting his load in Ashley's pussy he was hit hard with the blackjack knocking him out, unfortunately on top of Ashley, who squeeled to get him off of her. 

This was the signal for Tessa and myself to come in. We made it to the room, and by the time we got there, Artyum was lying face down on the floor, his chest rising and falling somewhat steady. I easily picked him up with one hand. Besides getting juiced up before this mission, my anger and adrenaline were peaking too. 

I quickly put him on the sturdy wood chair and locked him down with the handcuffs, leg cuffs, and rope I had brought with a ball gag if he decided to get loud and uncooperative. 

Once everything was in place, Ashley and Madison stripped off their clothes again while Tessa went into the bathroom to remain out of site, but we had Tessa's laptop and the audio, so we also had the ability to tell Madison and Ash to ask questions or to guide the interrogation. Madison used the smelling salts to bring Artyum back to the world of the living. 

"Arty, wake up..." Ashley said it like a mom waking her child for school. "I need to ask you a few questions, Arty." 

"Uh...huh....what happened?" He started to say, looking up at the two sets of tits in his face. 

"Arty I need to know what position and responsibilities you have at Apol-Lyon" she said using the voice of persuasion, which was at its strongest after having sex like they just did. Artyums face went from pained confusion to a somewhat blank and glassy-eyed expression. 

"I procure funding for our project. My responsibilities are to **** wealthy individuals so that we can fund our research and development." He said it emotionlessly.

"Good, Arty, now who is your boss? What is his name and what position he holds in the organization? What are his ambitions, and what is he doing with all these engineering plans?" She said it forcefully while using the voice again. 

"My boss's name is Igor Sevogslay; he is the head researcher and person in charge. He wishes to create an unlimited power supply and use that to create an interdimensional gate into Hell. He has the team of scientists to create a fusion device that will power his gateway." He finished. 

Well, we got what we needed; it was not the worst-case scenario, but it was damn close. First off, it seems I was tricked into thinking that Igor was just a mage back when I fought Apollyon, but it sounds like he was the one pulling the strings and left that cult cell to retreat to another potentially better setup, and he was able to do it without myself or Captain Geomonty and Tessa knowing. I underestimated him, and it won't happen again. 

While Artyum was still under the suggestions of the ladies. I injected him with a small tracking device, then they explained to him that he had a wild night with the two of them and that he had been a sexual dynamo and that they were left satisfied as was he. Once this new version of events had overridden the **** and interrogation, we untied and uncuffed Artyum; stripped of his clothes, I picked him up and put him in the bed. A note was left on the end table about how impressed the girls were with Artyum's prowess and that they would be ruined for all men from that point on. A few things, like underwear and things, were left behind as "souvenirs" for Artyum to covet. 

We left Artyum his keys, his clothes, and the note and key card. Along with the memory modification, there should not be any reason the organization or Artyum would suspect this was anything other than a wild night of sex.

I took the girls back to our suite, and Ashley and Madison spent the next hour in the bathroom cleaning each other up and erasing all traces of Artyum's interactions with their bodies. We all got ready for bed, sleeping together without any sex tonight, just cuddles. Before drifting off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder if this next set of events would either leave me a hero or a speed bump in the pages of history.