Split up

The jet lands quite a distance away from the compound, as to not raise any guards' attention that may be in the vacinity of your destination. The jet door drops down and you and Zatanna walk down the ramp, Zatanna leading and you just drooling at the sight of her ass wobbling in fishnet stockings as she walks.

You stand out in the field you landed in and Zatanna pulls out a gps and says to you, "Right, Shadow. Here's the plan. You sneak left here, I'll travel here, we'll scout the compound and rendezvous at this ridge." While you look at her gps, you slyly take a peek at her glorious cleavage, straining to burst out of her shirt.

You can feel your dick rising thinking about what you would do to her. You wish you had invisibility instead of this nanobot crap. You nod your head, trying not to speak in case you salivate, all the while, continuing to eye her up. You wonder how big her tits were. Double E? Zatanna was still going on and on about doing this right, full stealth, yadayadyada. You just hope she didn't notice the tent in your pants, which would be pretty hard to miss.

She finished speaking and you went your separate ways to find the compound. You're walking to your destination and think about how good of a fuck she'd be. Wonder how tight her pussy is, you pondered. Maybe she likes it in ass. You think of when she walks and how her ass jiggles with every step. If only you could be invisible, you could fuck her and find all these stuff out.

Suddenly, a dull buzz rose through you body, turned into a ache, then pain as some of the nanobots seeped through your skin. Everything stung as the nanobots did something or other. They attached themselves to your exterior, head to toe. It was like that scene from spiderman.

You stand there, covering most of your body, except for your face. You here radio chatter approaching and the nanobots formed a full face mask for you. You're mortified, what the fuck is going on!?!? You here what must be the nanobots whisper in a deep and course voice, "Cloak activated." you feel another soft buzz across your body just as a guard doing a routine patrol comes through the vegetation. It's a female guard, must have been 19, smoking hot, a sex goddess. Blonde, fake tan, shitloads of makeup, fake double g's and a large ass. She doesn't see you as she walks over to tree and sits down, talking on her phone.

Jesus Christ. What the fuck is she doing. But the you remember, she's one of those types of girls. Dumb, impressionable. The type of staff a power hungry feminist would employ. They're loyal and don't ask any questions, provided the price was right. She looks up and says, "It's pretty nice here. Lots of money, but no boys." silence follows. She laughs, "If I don't get dick soon, I don't know what I'll do. Lol." You feel a stir in your pants and shift your weight, snapping a twig in the process.

She doesn't hear that, still talking to her friend. The nanobots whisper, "Silent step activated." you step forward and make no noise. You walk over and stand in front of the girl, pondering your choices.