Chapter 08: Dirty Deeds

Alexa sat on the clothed examination table waiting for the doctor to return with her test results. The room was small, and growing more so by the minute. Her breasts were sore but that could be for any number of reasons. Her period was starting soon and she always felt tender around that time. Of course. That’s all it was. She glanced around at all of the posters of female reproductive organs and pictures of smiling women holding infants and sighed. Maybe in another life.

Dr. Webb re-entered the room with an unreadable expression on her face. Alexa sat up straighter on the table as the woman stepped in front of her with a manila folder and a small piece of paper with what she assumed to be her results. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait on your boyfriend or a family member…”

“No. I don’t have anyone to…just tell me what you’ve found,” Alexa sighed, staring down at the piece of paper as she tried to decipher the marks.

“It’s positive.” Alexa inhaled sharply, her eyes widened in shock. The next few words fell on deaf ears as Alexa zoned out, unable to comprehend as Dr. Webb continued. She nodded absently at everything that was said after the woman confirmed her suspicions. Her body was numb and she felt ready to vomit. Clasping her hands against herself, Alexa shook as she tried to control the sudden desire to run from the room crying. 

She didn’t know her family history. Her family wasn’t around long enough to learn that kind of stuff. She had no idea what to expect as she got older, what diseases would be transmitted to her own children or if anyone had survived any of the big ones. She was not prepared for this. “Are you sure?” she asked, taking a deep breath as the woman again conveyed her findings.

“Yes, I’m sure. We can test again in a few weeks if…”

“No.” Alexa shook her head. “That won’t be necessary.”

“You look a little pale. Are you alright, Ms. Price? Would you like to lie down?”

“Yeah…I’m ok,” Alexa replied slowly, rubbing her hand through her hair.

“If you need to speak to someone, a counselor maybe? There are several programs available for women in your condition.”

“My condition?” Alexa asked in shock as she hopped down from the table. “You know what, thanks but no, thanks. I’ll be fine.” Alexa rushed out of the clinic and down to the lobby through the emergency fire exit. She was too caught up in her head that she didn’t see Kasper waving at her from the first row of the parking lot.

Disappearing behind the wheel, he honked the horn as he pulled the car around to pick her up. “Hey, are you ok?” Kasper asked as Alexa settled into the seat beside him.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“So? What did the doctor say? Is it cancer?”

“No. I don’t have cancer.”

“Then what about your chest? Why are your breasts…?”

“They’re fine, ok? I’m fine,” Alexa sighed, quickly becoming frustrated with Kasper’s line of questioning. “Did you locate the client?” she asked, redirecting the conversation.

He handed her a sheet of paper with an address on it as he merged into traffic. “Why does this look familiar?”

“Because he’s living in a penthouse suite at the HQ in Danbridge. The place is heavily guarded with at least twenty armed men, security fence with biometric codes, cameras on every corner, motion sensors and weight detection flooring. It’s basically an assassin’s nightmare.”

“Sounds like a barrel of fun.”

“No, it sounds like a barrel of death. A, you’re not seriously thinking about going in there?”

“Of course not, K. You know the old saying ‘if the mountain won’t come to Mohammed then Mohammed must go to the mountain.’”

“The guy rarely leaves his home and when he does, it’s with an entourage of a dozen men.”

“A dozen is better than twenty.”

“And a dozen still gets you dead. A, do you have a fucking death wish now? What the hell did that doctor say to you?”

“Nothing. And this is no more dangerous than the shit we’ve been doing.”

“A, we can set up the perfect time and place to hit this guy OUTSIDE of a surefire suicide mission, alright?” 

“How?”

“I—I don’t know, ok? But, there has to be another way.” As he spoke, he could tell Alexa wasn’t listening. She had her mind made up and going in that building seemed the only option for her. “Alright, fine. Since you’re so determined to get yourself killed, I know a way in. I found out that Tony Harris, the Head of Security, carries access codes to the place on him at all times. To get them, we gotta get creative but, I have no idea how I’m supposed to do that.”

“You’re not. I am. We tried it your way, now it’s my turn.”

“A?”

“Trust me, K, you catch more flies with honey. And I have just the dress for the occasion.”

Alexa readied herself, getting nice and dolled up for what she expected would be a rather unpleasant encounter with Tony Harris. “Nothing yet,” Kasper said, stealing a glance at her over his shoulder. She sat in just her bra and panties, putting on her makeup in front of the mirror.

What she had to do came with the job, he understood that. Nevertheless, the idea of her using her body in this way was a troubling concept. He’d hoped the need to place her in situations that called for this kind of endeavor was a thing of the past and yet, here they were. “You’re not going to actually um…you know…with him?” he asked, watching her put the finishing touch on her eyes.

“Not unless I have to,” she replied without looking. She heard him sigh and paused the application of her eyeliner as she turned to face him. “Look, Kas, I…”

The equipment in front of him beeped and he returned his attention to the screen. “Here we go.” Kasper blew out a breath and waited for the phone in front of him to ring.

A quick background and credit check gave them a peek into Tony’s world. They knew what he spent his money on and the off-the-books ‘extracurricular activities’ in which he engaged every Monday night. Now, with a successful clone of the man’s phone, they sat waiting on that call. At ten minutes past seven, the line for the Pleasure Palace rang. Kasper motioned for Alexa and she hurried over to give her best impression of Lady Katrina, with credit to Kasper’s voice changer.

“Thank you for calling the Pleasure Palace, where your pleasure is our business. Tell me, how may we satisfy your fantasy tonight?”

“I’d like a redhead, sophisticated, intelligent conversationalist; one that knows how to be both confident and submissive. I saw a girl on the website, Kaitlyn. Is she available?”

Alexa nudged Kasper and he quickly pulled up the site. Navigating as fast as his mouse could click, he located the redhead in question. A gallery section with a collection of photos showing each girl available at the local cat house opened up on the main page. It was like looking at a menu for ordering fast food.

The pictures were more pin-up than porn, graceful and beautifully shot. Beside each one, there was a description of the escort, including eye color, hair color, height, weight, measurements and whether they were pierced or tattooed. Below that was a complete list of sex acts with green check marks indicating which the girls offered. There was also a review ranking from one to five stars on their performance. “Classy,” Kasper whispered with a frown as he continued to peruse the talent. 

“I’m very sorry, sir, Kaitlyn is unavailable tonight. However, we do have another redhead, Vivian. Equally as gorgeous and just as eager to please.”

“Hmm. What are her…talents?”

“Vivian specializes in different kinds of role-play, GFE and light bondage.”

“GFE?” Kasper again whispered, trying to track Alexa’s acronyms.

“Girlfriend experience,” she replied, covering the mouthpiece as she spoke. Kasper’s face wrinkled in confusion and she stifled a laugh at his naivety.

“Hmm, role-play. I think I could go for a naughty schoolgirl tonight.” He sounded as casual as he would ordering a pizza. “When can she be here?”

“I can have her prepared within an hour.”

“Perfect. Be sure and have her dressed appropriately; pigtails included.”

“I’m sure she will live up to your every fantasy. Vivian is capable of making all of your wet dreams come true.” The conversation lasted another five minutes as Tony provided his credit card information as well as his address. Once she was done, she again turned to her image in the mirror. “Redhead huh? Guess I’ll need to make a quick stop.”

“This place is crazy, and the reviews…it’s like Yelp but, for sad, lonely, horny men,” Kasper said, opening a few of the higher ranked women. “I mean really, how did anyone pay for casual sex before the internet?”

“Where there are naked and willing paramours waiting to serve, the lonely and horny find a way.”

Alexa arrived a quarter past eight. As far as cheap motels went, it wasn’t the worst. Finding room 1608, she knocked on the door and waited for Tony to answer. Her light brown eyes shimmered and her red hair was pulled to either side in the requested pigtails. Alexa wore a white lace bra and panties set with a loose hanging tie around her neck. Her plaid miniskirt showed off more leg than she liked and her bowknot high heels were matched with red striped knit socks. Alexa also wore a pair of lens-less glasses to complete the look. She arrived exactly as described, and for the price she would be everything Tony was expecting.

The door opened and Alexa stood, surveying what would be her surroundings for the next hour, waiting to be invited in. Tony examined her for a moment. His cool, blue eyes took in every detail from her hair down to her heels. The half-smirk on his face told Alexa he was pleased. And, after another moment, he invited her inside. As she turned around his breath was taken, seeing her clearer under the light and her perfect, lacy white bra displaying her firm, perky breasts. He couldn’t wait to see how well she performed.

Alexa grinned at his obvious attraction to her. It was the reaction she was hoping for. If tonight went as planned, she would be leaving with everything Kasper needed to get them one step closer to Delacroix. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked, moving towards the bar. He poured himself a glass of bourbon before turning again to address her.

“I don’t think I’m old enough to drink,” she replied softly, twirling the end of one of her pigtails. Tony’s smile broadened and he placed his drink on the table before moving towards her again.

“Mmm, don’t you worry. By the end of the night, I’ll have you doing more than you ever thought possible, Darling. The rosary is a nice touch, by the way. Believe it or not, I was an altar boy.” Alexa glanced down at her arm and twisted the beaded bracelet a few times with a grin. “Now, Vivian, before we get started, I think there’s something I need to tell you,” Tony said, walking towards the door. He locked it before lowering the lights and moving back towards her. The darkness shadowed his face as he got closer, stopping just in front of her. “I know what you’ve done.”

Alexa’s heart picked up a beat. Was he on to her? Had he locked the door to block her only exit out and bar any possible help from entering? The outfit she wore was too revealing for her to conceal anything other than a small switchblade which was wrapped neatly in her hair but, she was prepared to use it. Placing his hands on her hips, Tony pulled her in close. Her face just inches from his. With a finger beneath her chin, he angled her head so their eyes met. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

Alexa nervously nibbled on her bottom lip. She lifted her hand to again twirl a pigtail as she started her reply. “I—I wasn’t…” Catching her wrist, Tony’s fingers slipped between hers while he turned, standing behind her.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his lips resting against her ear. “We need to discuss your punishment and how you plan to make it up to me.” The heat radiated from his body. His hands slid up her arms, fingers tickling along her ribcage. She could feel him, hidden behind his pants with his body pressed behind her. He squeezed her shoulders then turned her to face him.

“Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” he asked, dropping his voice almost to a whisper. 

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asked, grabbing her ass forcefully.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said lustfully, lowering his head as he lightly licked her lips. Tony backed her into the bed. “Keep your hands at your sides.” Alexa did as told and watched as he undid his belt. Slowly, he moved forward, a sinister grin on his lips. Briefly, the thought of him binding her flashed through her mind but, the notion was laid to rest when he tossed the leather strap onto the bed behind her. “That’s for later.” He smiled. His hands came up and cradled her jaw, softly sinking his fingertips into the edge of her hairline as he looked into her eyes again. Alexa sighed as Tony’s hand slid up the back of her neck, threading into her hair.

Holding her against him, he traced a finger down her chest. She was such a perfect specimen, he was going to take his time and enjoy this. Leisurely, he moved his hands up towards her breasts, running them along the edge of her bra, grazing her nipples. Her breath caught in her throat. It was one of her most sensitive spots. She felt his cock stiffen against her. “Why don’t you tell me how you’d like to be punished?” His mouth molded around hers as he slipped his tongue ever so slowly into her mouth. Alexa responded immediately with a little nervousness and Tony knew he was in for some fun. “What do you want?” he repeated the question.

“You.” Tony groaned. Alexa took a breath and then opened her eyes. “I want to make you come.”

“And?”

“I want you to use me however you’d like.”

“Mmm, can I spank you?” he asked, squeezing her breasts firmly.

She nodded her head as a stuttered breath escaped her parted lips. “Say it!” he demanded.

“Yes, Sir, I—I’d like to be spanked,” Alexa moaned, her eyes gleaming with desire causing the corners of his mouth to twitch into a smirk.

“Are there any forbidden places?” he whispered, sliding his hands down her back, again reaching her ass. He squeezed almost to the point of pinching and then picked her up, settling her on his hips. She brought her hands up, resting them against his shoulders as she gazed into his eyes and felt his lips press against hers.

“No,” she moaned, hot moisture pooling between her thighs, the musk of her scent causing him to inhale deeply.

“No, what?” he asked, roughly snatching her head back by one pigtail.

“No, Sir,” she cried. Tony lowered Alexa to the floor once more and slid his arms around her.

When he undid her bra, he gasped as her full breasts were revealed to him and drank in the sight of them before feathering kisses along her chest while pulling the bra from her shoulders. Alexa feigned shyness and he could tell that she knew exactly how to play the school girl role. “I’m going to make you come screaming,” he said with a promise in his eyes.

Tony moved behind her, bending her slightly. His throbbing flesh rubbed against her sex then pressed tightly up against her. Slowly, he tugged at her skirt and panties, pulling them off and dropped them to the floor. With one hand on her waist, he worked the fingers of his other hand into her pussy. 

She mewled with desire as he drove his fingers in and out of her. Tony was hitting all the right spots and, reflexively, Alexa started grinding her hips back against him. His free hand slipped around and feverishly began pinching her nipple. Alexa’s silent moans increased in volume and she soon found herself craving release.

Almost as if he knew what she needed, Tony pulled his fingers out of her pussy and started rubbing her clit, fully cupping her breast now. Alexa’s back arched in a silent scream of need. He pushed inward, swirling his finger around, moving in closer so he was pressed right up against her and she bucked her hips back as her orgasm rose. “Ahh,” she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut. Finally, her moan spilled from her open mouth as her sex clenched tightly with his fingers circling at a quickening pace. “Ohhh, yes! More, please. Don’t stop!” she cried. 

His fingers pinched harder at her nipple while his hands squeezed tightly with a lustful aggression. “Come for me, Vivian,” he breathed into her ear. Releasing her breast, he put the tip of his thumb at the edge of her hood, rubbing her wetness across the swollen stem. She began shaking uncontrollably and just when she thought she’d die of need, Alexa felt her orgasm spill over as she came hard onto Tony’s hand.

Roughly, his fingers thrust into her once more. “Mmm, yes,” she whimpered, feeling her pussy clamp down, after each wave washed over her.

“Ohh yes, that’s it,” Tony growled above her as he made her body jerk with each thrust. “Come for me,” he moaned. Tony had become very aroused and Alexa could feel his engorged cock stabbing between her thighs. He gently pushed her back onto the bed and moved around to the foot. His eyes never left hers as he began to undress, unbuttoning his shirt before dropping his pants to the floor. 

Alexa gasped as he revealed his chest to her. His upper torso, back and forearms were covered in tattoos. To the naked eye, they would appear as a series of random symbols and numbers but, Alexa recognized them for what they were: the access codes for WET’s Headquarters. He WAS the bio scan. The Head of Security was a walking road map to everything she and Kasper needed.

She looked down as she saw his hand go to his zipper, feigning excitement of finally getting to see the rest of him. Alexa bit her bottom lip, then hungrily licked them as Tony freed himself from his boxers. Tony chuckled in amusement. “You want this cock, little girl?” he asked with a grin. Alexa smirked, nodding her head yes and Tony slowly approached her. 

The bang at the window startled Kasper and he jumped as Alexa slid into the seat beside him. He’d taken his earbud out the moment she’d entered the room, not interested in hearing Tony’s idea of ‘dirty talk.’ “That was quick,” he said, looking at the time on his phone.

“I think that was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” Alexa groaned, dropping into the seat beside Kasper.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he sighed with a look of sadness in his eyes. “What did you do with Harris?”

“Nothing.”

“Wait, he’s still alive?” Kasper asked in surprise.

“No.”

“So you just—left his body in the room?”

“What? You think this is the first time this place has had to deal with a body on the premises? I mean, look where we are,” she said, waving her arms around for emphasis. “They probably have more experience with it than I do.”

“Ok.”

“Let’s get going. I want to get to the room. I need to scrub his hands off of me.” Kasper threw the car into gear, driving them back to the hotel.

Intermittently stealing glances at Alexa, he finally found the courage to ask the one question burning in the back of his mind. “So—” he sighed. “The sex…was it…?”

“We didn’t get that far,” Alexa replied before he could finish his question. “Once he got undressed, I found everything I needed. I spent the rest of the time taking pictures and cleaning up.”

“Oh,” he said simply with another sigh, leaving the word hanging in the air. The rest of the ride back was done in silence.

“This is good. These are really good,” Kasper said, analyzing the pictures Alexa had taken of Tony’s tattoos as he sat behind his desk. “The codes, they’ll get us into WET’s backdoor but…” Kasper words stopped Alexa as she headed for the shower.

“But what? Don’t tell me I did all of that for nothing, K.”

“On the contrary. The pictures, his tattoos…they may lead us through a different path. We may have found another way inside altogether. By this time tomorrow, you and I will be standing in Delacroix’s office. What I was going to say is: are you sure about this?”

“I am. Delacroix started this thing. We’re just going to end it.”

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