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| | | Corporate L |  Thu Jul 03, 2008 11:13 am by Admin |
Chapter ONE.
"Target approaching number three, repeat, target approaching number three," his eyes traced her movements and he brought the newspaper he pretended to read down to his nose so he could just see her over the brim.
A grin graced his lips and he turned his head in the opposite direction towards his comrade who informed him of her arrival.
"Is target locked?" the man asked, folding the newspaper in half and tucking it underneath his arm. He grabbed his black leather suitcase that was sitting next to his feet, stood up, and casually walked towards the woman. He made sure to stay a safe distance behind so she didn’t know he was following her. The clicking of her stiletto heels against the marble floors rang through his ears. He licked his lips and watched her round ass sway from side to side in the not so modest skirt she wore. It fit snugly around her curvaceous ass, and he almost couldn’t resist himself from being sucked into the temptation.
He just wanted to reach out and give it a firm squeeze. Maybe even a spank, but nothing more.
Just one time and he would get off from it.
"Amir, your cover is slipping. Pick yourself up," Reginald’s voice erupted his thoughts and he regained himself. His eyes that were once glued to her ass slid upwards. He stared at her back this time.
He needed some type of distraction.
Anything.
She was just too much for him. His dick was already throbbing once he first laid eyes on her walk inside the corporate building.
"Yes, target is locked and ready." His long-awaited answer soon came from the third source.
Amir sighed in relief.
He was finally about to get what he wanted.
He watched her press her red, manicured digit against the elevator button and she waited for the sliding doors to open. She stood underneath the black number three–the third elevator.
A smile flashed across his face and a shimmer sparkled in his eyes as the double doors slid open.
The elevator was empty, just as expected.
Instead of following the woman inside the elevator, he headed towards the stairs. He jogged down the concrete steps until he reached the end of the end.
He stood in front of the door–the base.
The control room.
He removed the key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and walked in.
He nodded his head at the other man sitting in the room, watching the dozens of screens flashing before him.
Amir headed towards the control panel and dragged a chair across the concrete floor. His eyes shot directly towards the screen with the woman standing in the elevator.
He licked his lips.
The show was about to begin.
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