...as the sun begins to set.

Ava's bright orange Mclaren pulled up to the front of the Player Club. Bystanders first stared at the luxury sports car before their eyes became glued to the voluptuous woman behind the wheel. She strutted her way towards the entrance, casually tossing the car keys to the star struck valet. The valet barely reacted quick enough to catch the keys before watching the red haired woman sashayed past him. Once Ava made it past security brought her watch to her lips.

“Angel, Angel, this is Banshee over,” Ava whispered into her smart device. She continued her way to the pool area until she realized her fellow agent didn’t respond. “Angel, status update requested, over,” she again spoke into her watch, quickly looking around to make sure no one around her could eavesdrop. Her eyes narrowed with slight concern as her only reply was again silence.

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“Camelia! Grăbiți-vă!” shouted Nicoleta, already dressed in the standard black bikini, black sheer lace mini wrap, along with her black waitress apron that had “PLAYER” in glittering gold on the front. Camelia, quickly stripping out of her clothes, gave her coworker a sour look and a middle finger to match. “Curva!” again shouted Nicoleta, as she began to walk towards the locker room door. She placed a gold masquerade mask over her eyes then gave Camelia both of her middle fingers in return while walking through the door.

Camelia, now finally alone, carefully took off the rest her underwear as she looked into the long thin mirror on the front of her locker. She began to pose playfully in the mirror, focusing mostly on her breasts that didn’t seem to fit her petite frame. Camelia’s boyfriend had paid for her new tits, and she was excited to finally work a shift with them. Hoping that meant even bigger tips. She pressed her chest together with her arms and gave the air a kiss. Satisfied with herself, and knowing she needed to probably get ready as she was running late, she opened her locker door.

THUMP!

Camelia jumped as a noise behind her startled her. She quickly turned and moved her blonde hair away from her eyes as she peered into the bathroom section of the locker room. She waited for a follow noise but nothing came.

“Salut?” the nude cocktail waitress squeaked. She slowly crept into the bathroom area, cautiously investigating the sound she swore she heard. “Cine e acolo?” she again asked the empty room. Camelia bent down and noticed no feet in any of the stalls. She took a deep breath, now thinking she was hearing things, and casually walked back to her locker. The blonde pulled out her revealing Player Club uniform and threw her locker door shut.

“Bună,” a voice behind Camelia whispered. Before the nude woman could even look at the mirror to see who was behind her, she felt a powerful arm coil around her neck as another hand pressed against the back of her head. Her hands tried to pry the arms attacker her off as her legs flailed in every direction. She tried to scream but the constricting arms pressed against her throat, denying her any chance of a scream or call for help. After a few moments of struggle, her eyes lids began to flutter as she had trouble feeling her limbs. The whole room became dark as her entire body finally went completely limp. Her **** body slunk down to the ground next to the feet of her attacker.

“Banshee, Banshee, this is Angel,” the blonde GDF agent responded. “Sorry about that, had to wait for the crowd to leave. I’ll be in position in less than 5.” Angel slowly dragged the naked woman to a utility closet in the locker room. Making sure she wasn’t interrupted, Angel quickly handcuffed the cocktail waitresses’ wrists with a zip-tie then did the same for her ankles. She rushed back to Camelia’s locker, gabbed the woman’s panties, and shoved them into the knocked out woman’s mouth. Angel took a moment to gaze at the slumped over woman, thinking those tits wouldn't never be confused with natural ones. With one last zip-tie to hold the pantie gag into place, she closed the utility closet door.

“Roger that Angel, see you outside,” Ava buzzed in Angel’s ear. Angel pulled off her jumpsuit and threw on the black cocktail waitress attire. She made sure to double check the fit of her gold mask and straighten her apron. As she causally walked out of the locker room, Angel tossed her black jumpsuit in a nearby trash can. She made her way down the hall to the large set of double doors that indicated the pool area and pushed through.