a flick of force before I stumbled up to my bedroom. I opened up the built in closet by my bed to reveal a surprisingly expansive walk-in wardrobe that was filled with the heavy black cases I used to transport my serious equipment. Two replacement outfits hung either side of the wardrobe, nearly hidden among the regular clothing that they shared the rack with.
Hardly the elaborate, awe inspiring headquarters that Kamura often joked about getting - but it got me through it.
I didn’t bother turning on the lights; I just started lazily climbing out of my cloths. Letting my cloak pool around my feet, I pulled down the zip on my bodysuit and peeled the tight material off my body, finally getting the chance to let the skin of my legs and arms breathe. Dressed down to my underwear I turned out of the wardrobe and strolled over to my bed, pulling the restrictive fabric of the sports bra over my head as I walked and let it drop haphazardly to the floor before I collapsed into my bed topless.
The feeling of my soft pillows on my face reminded me that I still wore my adhesive mask. I reached up to gingerly peel it off my face before flinging it into my open wardrobe and closing the doors after it with a wave of my hand.
The sun was starting to rise and my apartment was lit in the dull hues of morning twilight as I prepared to drift off to sleep. I toyed with the idea of taking a shower and brushing my teeth to cleanse myself of my earlier experiences, but found that I was too tired, and instead resolved to do it when I awoke. I swore I could still taste Lenny’s cock on my tongue and the cloying taste of his cum at the back of my throat.
It was an unpleasant thought, serving to remind of me where tonight had gone – and where it nearly went. As bad as the memory was, I found it still sent a tingling down to my crotch as my body remembered the experience right along with my mind. I squirmed slightly in the bed, having to resist the urge to touch myself, and I guided my mind away from the past – setting it instead on the future.
Letting out a loud sigh, I wrapped myself in my covers and allowed myself to think of all the ways that I would punish Underhaven if I could. I held the thought for a moment before letting the notion go and trying to content myself that simply stopping them and protecting the girls was enough.
As I drifted off to sleep, I found myself wondering about the fiery eyed detective who had seen to Tracy. It was a nice thought to end my day on.
Compassion.
Epilogue
‘You’re sure?’
‘Yes, Shade confirmed it for me twenty minutes ago.’
‘Ah… did anyone get out?’
‘Malone wasn’t there at the time, so he wasn’t taken in, and it seems like one of the men got away… Lenny Finch, I believe.’
‘I see, and Shade is speaking to Finch now?
‘Yes, Mr. Drake’
‘Good… I’ll be interested to hear what comes of that. How bad is it?’
‘…’
‘Ms. Weaver? How bad is it?’
‘It is nothing we cannot recover from. We will miss the use of the site more than the loss of what was currently there – but there are plenty other sites we could use.’
‘I’m well aware of that, Ms. Weaver, but I still don’t know how bad our loss is at the depot. Tell me, please.’
‘It is hard to give a precise answer at this time…’
‘ Try .’
‘…Perhaps ninety-five in lost product… a further eleven in lost equipment… The value on the girls is debatable; there were thirteen in all… and of course we lost fifteen men. Added to that, I don’t know what the knock-on effects will be with the police involvement… It will probably effect future sales.’
‘I see… I’ll be honest, Ms. Weaver, I’m not delighted about this. Lohman and Thane will both be displeased – to say nothing of all the small fish that will need appeasing.’
‘Of course, Mr. Drake.’
‘Then again… I suppose they are all more beholden to us than we are to them, wouldn’t you agree?’
‘I
Hardly the elaborate, awe inspiring headquarters that Kamura often joked about getting - but it got me through it.
I didn’t bother turning on the lights; I just started lazily climbing out of my cloths. Letting my cloak pool around my feet, I pulled down the zip on my bodysuit and peeled the tight material off my body, finally getting the chance to let the skin of my legs and arms breathe. Dressed down to my underwear I turned out of the wardrobe and strolled over to my bed, pulling the restrictive fabric of the sports bra over my head as I walked and let it drop haphazardly to the floor before I collapsed into my bed topless.
The feeling of my soft pillows on my face reminded me that I still wore my adhesive mask. I reached up to gingerly peel it off my face before flinging it into my open wardrobe and closing the doors after it with a wave of my hand.
The sun was starting to rise and my apartment was lit in the dull hues of morning twilight as I prepared to drift off to sleep. I toyed with the idea of taking a shower and brushing my teeth to cleanse myself of my earlier experiences, but found that I was too tired, and instead resolved to do it when I awoke. I swore I could still taste Lenny’s cock on my tongue and the cloying taste of his cum at the back of my throat.
It was an unpleasant thought, serving to remind of me where tonight had gone – and where it nearly went. As bad as the memory was, I found it still sent a tingling down to my crotch as my body remembered the experience right along with my mind. I squirmed slightly in the bed, having to resist the urge to touch myself, and I guided my mind away from the past – setting it instead on the future.
Letting out a loud sigh, I wrapped myself in my covers and allowed myself to think of all the ways that I would punish Underhaven if I could. I held the thought for a moment before letting the notion go and trying to content myself that simply stopping them and protecting the girls was enough.
As I drifted off to sleep, I found myself wondering about the fiery eyed detective who had seen to Tracy. It was a nice thought to end my day on.
Compassion.
Epilogue
‘You’re sure?’
‘Yes, Shade confirmed it for me twenty minutes ago.’
‘Ah… did anyone get out?’
‘Malone wasn’t there at the time, so he wasn’t taken in, and it seems like one of the men got away… Lenny Finch, I believe.’
‘I see, and Shade is speaking to Finch now?
‘Yes, Mr. Drake’
‘Good… I’ll be interested to hear what comes of that. How bad is it?’
‘…’
‘Ms. Weaver? How bad is it?’
‘It is nothing we cannot recover from. We will miss the use of the site more than the loss of what was currently there – but there are plenty other sites we could use.’
‘I’m well aware of that, Ms. Weaver, but I still don’t know how bad our loss is at the depot. Tell me, please.’
‘It is hard to give a precise answer at this time…’
‘ Try .’
‘…Perhaps ninety-five in lost product… a further eleven in lost equipment… The value on the girls is debatable; there were thirteen in all… and of course we lost fifteen men. Added to that, I don’t know what the knock-on effects will be with the police involvement… It will probably effect future sales.’
‘I see… I’ll be honest, Ms. Weaver, I’m not delighted about this. Lohman and Thane will both be displeased – to say nothing of all the small fish that will need appeasing.’
‘Of course, Mr. Drake.’
‘Then again… I suppose they are all more beholden to us than we are to them, wouldn’t you agree?’
‘I
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