Be Cautious – Probe for Additional Threats

The maid struggles beneath you, trying to find an opening in your pin, but it’s clear that she’s no expert in hand to hand combat. Her every roll and push is met by a twist of your body, and with all her limbs securely under you, there’s no hope of her escape. Fear overtakes her, as you see her eyes glance towards the gun reholstered at your belt.

With a quick pinch of an artery in her neck, her eyes roll up and her body goes limp. You get off of her, and look at Emma, who is watching with wide eyes from the corner of the room.

“There’s going to be more of them around. Keep watch over her, and don’t hesitate to shoot if she wakes up,” you say, tossing her one of your handguns. You pull out two others from your waistband, and catching her nod, you take to the edge of the corridor, checking the corner before you round it.

The entire compound is protected by Emma’s security forces, but there’s no telling if they can be trusted. You tap your left ear twice, activating a direct line to Liz.

“What’s up honey?” she asks immediately. “Got dumped by your date already?”

“The house is compromised,” you mutter under your breath, checking a corner. The exercise room is clear. “Maid had a shotgun and demanded the USB. She’s down, but there are an unknown number of threats, you may want to get on the scene.”

“Gotcha,” she says, and you hear a door slamming through your earpiece. “I’ll be there in 10, but my cover’s gonna be blown.”

“Don’t come,” you say, clearing a gorgeously furnished bed-bath suite. “I’ve got this under control. We’ve got to get to the party tonight - and since the group responsible for the maid has got to start tracking us after tonight, this has to end now if we’re to get out clean. Stay in your role.”

“Well, I won’t be the one crying at your funeral if you fuck up,” she replies, and the line clicks off.

Where are Emma’s security guards? They should be here by now, if any of them were manning the cameras. You begin to ascend the stairs to the second floor, before you pause. If the enemy has cameras, then they would know to go for Emma now, while she’s unprotected. Shit, what an amateur mistake you can’t afford to make. You sprint back down the stairs, barrelling straight for the kitchen.

You dive in through the open door, sighting two guards at the other end of the room, and you’re about to squeeze the trigger when you notice that they seem to be in conversation with Emma.

“We’re searching the rest of the house now, don’t worry Ms. Rain,” one of the guards says, before tapping his earpiece as if to listen to something. “We’ve not sighted anybody else on the premises other than Mr. Bond.”

“The coast is clear then?” you say, sidling up to Emma, who looks to be in shock. She is staring at the **** maid, then at the gun, and then at you. You take her hand, getting back the gun in the process.

“There shouldn’t be any further problems tonight sir,” the other guard says. Looks like your initial assessment about other threats was wrong then.

“Wonderful,” you reply, picking up the **** assassin and walking over to the guards. “Can you keep her subdued and locked somewhere in this room? Emma and I have places to be, but I’ll need to come back later and ask her a few questions, if you get my drift.”

“Understood, sir,” the guards reply in unison. One of them already has handcuffs out, and attaches them to the maid. The two guards leave, carrying her, sensing that the two of you wish to be left alone. These men are well-trained for your run of the mill security, you muse.

“Emma, you feeling fine?” you ask. The mission cannot go forward tonight if she’s not game.

“I… I think I might need a few moments to clear my mind, forget what happened, and -” she begins to say, but you swoop in and kiss her hard, feeling her unfinished words slide into your mouth.

She melts in your arms as you carry her over to the suite that you cleared earlier, her straps coming free as your hands work their magic. She’s lost in your mouth, kissing you with all that she’s got, and you have to pull back a bit in order to not smudge her make-up. There won’t be time to redo it, and then you slam her onto the bed, your hands roaming over her ample breasts, pinching those already stiff nipples, your belt and pants flying off with inhuman speed, and you line your pulsing cock against her pussy, hearing her moan before you’ve even entered. You brush against her outer folds, teasing her with your girth, and you hear Emma cry your name, ****. You would draw this out, have some fun, but there’s no time to waste, so you thrust in, reaching her depths in an instant.

Her warm pussy clenches you tightly, and you savour the moment, enjoying the tightness, the curve of her body, the way she bucks upwards each time you thrust. She arches her back and pushes her chest towards you, as if begging you to remember that her breasts exist. As if you could forget.

You slam into her once more as your face goes down in her tits, your tongue dancing over her nipples like it’s nobody’s business. You feel her beginning to shudder under you, and then you catch yourself, slowing the pace down. Emma can’t be scared if she’s horny. Icy bitch she may be, but at least this way the suspicion will be manageable.

“Can’t help myself,” she groans, “you feel like a tsunami - oh god I know you’ll destroy me sooner or later, but for now I’ll surf that high for as long as I can.”

“For all of three seconds,” you reply, pulling out of her. It’s a little frustrating to you to have to do this, but it’s for the better. Emma pouts, looking up at you, more than a little confused.

“We’ll finish this up later tonight,” you promise, getting your pants back on, “but for now, we’ve got a party to head to.”

Emma reluctantly slides off the bed, staring at your groin, and you smile, leading her towards the garage.

Where do you drive to?