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Learning the Ropes [M]; Mission with Haruko
Topic Started: Jul 21 2009, 08:27 PM (91 Views)
Takeru
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Zander stifled a yawn and straightened his equipment as he waited in the Shin-ra parking structure. It was a little after nine in the morning and for someone that had been undertaking a series of late-night missions as of late, it was entirely too early to be up and about. Still, when duty called a SOLDIER had to answer. It was for that reason that the young Rockport stood there in the morning sunlight, leaning against the concrete wall near a magnificent black motorcycle.

As Zander was finally relieved from his shift the night before, he had been told to report back in at dawn to receive a new assignment. Upon his arrival he had been handed a case file and was told to read it and then wait at a specific spot for his subordinate for the mission. The more he read though, the more Zander began to dread the mission...not because of potential difficulty, but rather because of the mind-numbing tediousness of it. The uncle of one of the executive's cousin's wives was throwing some sort of party at a mansion above the Plate and wanted some additional security. He had evidently received a few prank calls in the past few weeks and was under the impression that someone wanted to harm either himself or his guests.

"Tch..."

Why such a thing required two members of SOLDIER was a mystery to Zander, as was why one of them was specifically requested to be a Second Class. His subordinate for the mission was a Third Class by the name of Haruko, but that was all he knew about him...or her. He had not even been given a gender, which was particularly troublesome. He knew nothing of what he was working with either....the uncle was so paranoid that he refused to give out blueprints to the estate. Zander was essentially flying blind, and with some greenhorn rookie to boot.

A deep sigh escaped the lanky young man as his eyes drifted closed and a black-gloved right hand rose to rub at the bridge of his nose. As he waited for his partner, one thought was prevalent enough for him to mumble it under his breath.

"It is way too early for this..."
Edited by Takeru, Aug 4 2009, 11:01 PM.
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Haruko was in her room as she cleaned her Goggles that usually laid on top of her head when she got a Text about a mission. Haruko then finished cleaning her goggles and strapped then back on her as she then pulled out her Slim Black with Pink stripped phone and flipped the top open as she clicked a button and the message appeared. Haruko read the mission carefully as she was assigned to work with a Senior 2nd Class SOLDIER in this mission. When Haruko read it she a smile came across her face as she was happy at the thought of being able to work with a 2nd Class SOLDIER and see how they operate.

"Too bad this mission will probably be dull since it's just guarding some mansion..." Haruko said a little disappointed as she wont get to the see the full skills of a 2nd Rank. "Hmm i better get ready before i make him wait." Haruko said to herself as she then closed the phone and slide it back into her right side pocket with the little silver charm shaped as a Guitar was hanging out of her pocket. Haruko walked over to the other side of her room near her bed where she had leaned her scythe up against the wall with the head on the floor and the pole facing up. She quickly grabbed the scythe and flung it over her shoulder where she then strapped it to her back so that it remanded in place and kept her hands free for the time being.

"Hmm I need to get the parking structure if i remember correctly.."
Haruko said as she walked to the door and hit a button on top a of a panel next to the door and it slide open as she walked out it then slide closed and locked itself as Haruko continued down the corridor. After heading through a few hallways Haruko ended up at the elevator where she walked into and hit the number 3 heading up to the third floor as the elevator activated and started to move up the light flashed for each floor they passed till it hit the number 3 and stopped and slid open the door where she then walked out of the small space and continued to walk straight to a door that opened up to the outside as the sun was still rising giving a beautiful orange light and veiw of the Ocean in the distance.

"It's beautiful..." Haruko said to herself as she stepped outside and looked out to the distant ocean. Then in the corner of her eye was a man lean against a wall as Haruko then turned to him. Haruko then walked up to him and then smiled and spoke him. "Hello there!" Haruko said cheerfully as she waved while smiling. "I presume you are waiting for me for the new mission? I am Haruko pleasure to meet you." Haruko said as she held out her hand.
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Whatever it was that Zander had been expecting, a tall young women with bright pink hair was definitely on the lowest portion of the list. The way the sunlight highlighted the hair and glimmered off of the goggles situated atop her head caused the taller man to wince and avert his eyes for a moment. Only after pushing off of the wall and taking a step forward did he chance opening his eyes again, allowing his slitted jade irises to seek out the girl's own teal-colored ones.

"Hnn."

His eyes scanned her briefly, taking note of the weapon attached to her back and the lack of any visible Materia or Accessories. Her weapon itself was his first concern. Assuming she was at least proficient enough with it to avoid injuring herself more than an opponent during battle, it likely meant she was a close- to mid-range type of fighter.He himself was one as well, although his Materia did allow him some minor long-range capabilities. His preliminary plans to station her as a sort of lookout or sniper were scrapped immediately as his eyes drifted back up to the hand that was now extended.

"...I am Aleczander Rockport."

Whether she recognized the name or not mattered little. She might have heard of him from gossip regarding the battle with Daze and the JENOVA transport mission. It was equally likely that she recognized the name of Rockport from his famous father. And it was even more likely that she would have no recollection of who he or his father where at all. Some people were just ignorant. Still, etiquette demanded he respond, so Zander extended his own glove-covered hand and clasped her's firmly, shaking it twice and mentally smirking at how his hand dwarfed her own.

I was larger than most before...but even since the exposure to the S-Cells, I have yet to encounter anyone else with my combination of size and agility.

The Second Class SOLDIER released Haruko's hand and stepped back, then stepped over and mounted the gleaming motorcycle. It was styled like a chopper, with extended handlebars, a small front tire and a larger back one. The seat was lower and comfortable, and a backrest rose out of the back of the vehicle to allow a passenger to lean on it. Zander did not bother with a helmet, although there was a small black one on a rack nearby if Haruko wished to use it.

"We need to meet with the client by 1000 hours, and his residence is on the other side of town. Climb on, I will explain what I know as we drive."

He reached behind him and pulled off his naginata, sliding it into a slot on his right side and then starting up the cycle. Its engine roared loudly as he revved it, then dropped to a rumbling purr as he let it idle, awaiting the departure time.
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The seconds ticked by without additional weight being placed upon the back of the motorcycle. Feeling confused, Zander glanced back over his shoulder only to find that his subordinate for the mission was nowhere to be found. It occurred to him that the rumbling of the engine must have masked the sound of her retreating footsteps, but that mattered little to him at the moment. What did matter was that a member of SOLDIER had just abandoned a mission for no discernible reason.

"...ugh."

Deciding to put it out of his mind, the Second Class SOLDIER revved the engine and then peeled out of the parking spot, racing out of the parking structure and to the streets outside of the building. The engine roared like a rabid beast as the lanky young man steered it through traffic, weaving around other vehicles and rocketing through stoplights as he swiftly made his way toward his destination. One of the perks of being on the Shin-ra payroll was that things like traffic laws no longer applied. A flash of Mako-altered eyes was usually enough to silence any and all protests from local authorities.

Before too long he had reached the mission location, thanks in large part to the excessive speeds at which he had traveled. Back before his...transformation...he likely would have gone at a more sedate pace and followed the rules of the road. It seemed that one of the side-effects of the procedure had been a slightly increased sense of recklessness and adventure. Not enough to make him ignore major protocols or question the authority of his superiors, but enough to allow him to be lax on some things. Allowing Angeles to go free back in Kalm and not bringing J and Nex into custody in Costa Del Sol both came to mind.

A faint chill raced down his spine as he thought of the latter two, and for a moment he was tempted to turn the bike around and head back to Headquarters. His sense of duty won out though, and a moment later he pulled into a parking spot at the front of the mansion and turned off his bike. After affirming his security clearance with the hired help at the front door, he slid his naginata into place on his back and strode into the building.

Two things immediately became clear to Zander. First, this man had more money than any single person had the right to possess. And second, the man had a home that was a tactical nightmare. Reflective surfaces that glimmered brightly, labyrinth-like hallways with passageways that led to dead ends, and a massive chandelier that swung mightily from the lightest breeze. It was chaos waiting to happen.

Nex would have a field day in here.

Again, that ominous shiver. Zander's security escort, a nondescript man in a black and white suit, sent him a confused look but quickly faced forward again when the SOLDIER's jade eyes snapped over to look at him in return. A visible drop of sweat trickled down from the man's hairline to his jaw and then dripped onto the shoulder of his jacket, and Zander was physically incapable of holding in the snicker that erupted from his lips. The man's face flushed an embarrassed crimson, but before he could utter a defense they had reached the ballroom.

"Mister Rock-poooooooort!"

Zander winced at the annoyingly loud and unfortunately feminine voice that erupted from across the room. Partygoers, for indeed, the party had started only a few minutes beforehand, glanced up for a moment in confusion before returning to their conversations and gossip. Through the crowd came a brightly-dressed middle aged man that was obviously the client. It also quickly became apparent to Zander that something was...off...about this man.

"Dah-ling, there you are! I was worried you wouldn't get here in time for things to start, sweetheart. Now, you just...gosh, you're tall! Makes a fellow wonder if everything is in proportion, hmm?"

The client let out a...well, it wasn't quite a laugh, it was more like a girlish giggle, and stepped closer to Zander while forming an expression that could only be called hungry. The SOLDIER, suddenly feeling uncomfortable for reasons he was unable to fully describe but which would later be revealed as manly pride, took a large step backward and plastered a fake smile onto his own features. The client sighed and gestured around the room.

"Well...this is just the beginning of the party. I invited about seven hundred people, and that isn't even including the entertainment! Still, everything should be contained to the first floor, although I wouldn't be surprised if some of us got a little frisky and ventured off to the bedrooms!"

The giggle came again as the client glanced back at Zander suggestively. Upon receiving no response from the oblivious SOLDIER, the client huffed loudly and stomped away, mumbling angrily to himself as he went.

"You'd think with that big of a stick up his ass..."

Zander, of course, did not take notice of the complaints. He was too focused on sweeping the room for potential threats. Finding none, he slipped away from his escort and vanished into the crowd as well as could be managed for a man of his sight. He immediately noticed that roughly ninety-four percent of the guests were male, and were either small and effeminate like his client, or rotund with bald heads and inordinately hairy arms and chests. And that was another thing...there was an awful lot of leather, fishnet, and unbuttoned shirts.

The silver and brown-haired young man set such oddness aside as he slid into a corner where he could see all of the entrances to the room. He stood there silently, watching as more and more guests trickled in. Music started at some point, the lights lowered and strobe lights were switched on, but Zander did his best to ignore the distractions as he kept a sharp eye out for the potential threats. As time passed though, he realized that his initial assessment of this mission was correct...the calls had likely been pranks and nothing more.

Sighing at the thought of a day wasted, Zander pulled out his cell phone, intent on stepping out into the hallway and calling Headquarters to report the current status of the mission as well as to report the insubordination of his Third Class 'partner', Haruko. He had barely stepped away from his spot near he wall though, when an obviously intoxicated young man bumped into him, causing his phone to drop into the punch bowl. Zander cursed quietly under his breath and plucked it from the red juice, then shook it off gently.

"Like, oh-em-gee, you big hunk of stud you!"

Zander turned a confused gaze at the man he had bumped into, who he now realized was clad in black leather pants and apparently little else. The strobe lights reflected off of the barbells that pierced the man's nipples, as well as the silver chain that connected said barbells. Rockport shivered and glanced up at the man's face, which sported wide eyes and a devious smirk.

"Let me take care of that for you, honey. Come on."

The little man, for indeed, he was only about an inch or two over five feet in height, quickly snatched the black flip-phone out of Zander's gloved hands and sashayed out of the nearest door. The SOLDIER glanced around and, not wanting to leave the party unattended in his absence, concentrated momentarily. A clone burst into existence with a flash of white light and magic that was concealed by the pulsing lights and thumping music. Said clone relaxed back against the wall and nodded at its creator, who nodded in return and exited the ballroom.

The effeminate man was leaning against a bookcase in the hallway, and when he saw Zander emerge, began to slowly lick the punch off of the outside of the phone. The SOLDIER blinked twice and then adopted a look of pure innocence and confusion.

"...why not just use a towel or blow-dryer, or even an Aero Materia?"

The young homosexual gave the taller man what was clearly an 'are you fucking kidding me!?' look, which Zander interpreted as a 'why didn't I think of that' look. A few harsh bursts of air later and the gay man flipped the phone open and began to tinker with it. After a moment or two the start up sound played, and a second after that the other man almost dropped the device.

"You kinky man you! Is that...is that a bear masturbating? I wouldn't have taken you for a furry lover, but I guess military men can be depraved too. Don't ask don't tell and all that."

Jade eyes widened to an almost comical degree as Zander launched himself across the hallway and wrenched the small device out of the other man's hands. His quickly looked at the screen, only to pale at the sight that he found. His background picture, the Shin-ra logo, had been replaced with an animated image file of Nex...pleasuring himself. At least it looked like Nex, but Zander was wary of looking at the image too closely for fear of being unable to remove it from his mind. He quickly switched to the menu to see what else had been altered, and found that his contacts and other various files had been changed as well.

Zander's right eye began to twitch as he stared down at the evil little device. The sensation of a clone dispersing distracted him as, at the same exact moment, high-pitched screams erupted from the ballroom. Resolving to deal with the situation later, he pocketed the phone and turned, racing back into the party. A dazzling white aura erupted around him as he sought out attackers, but what he found was worse. Far worse.

Up near where the disk jockey was stationed, five muscular men in little more than g-strings were dancing around in a decidedly lewd manner. All of the men and most of the women were crowding the stage and waving Gil in the air, while at the same time emitting squeals and screams of rapture. A quick check of his memories revealed that his clone had dispelled itself so as to not have to watch such a spectacle.

Traitor...

Zander growled, attracting the attention of two women that were standing nearby. They had been lamenting the trouble of being so-called 'Guy hags' when Zander made the sound. Both were attractive, in their mid-thirties with good figures and clad in rather revealing short dresses. They glanced at each other and grinned in a feral manner as a sound not unlike a puma or cougar echoed within their minds. As Zander's gaze swept the room, he was startled when arms suddenly looped through his own...so startled that his aura blinked out of existence in an instant. He glanced down only to see two women holding his arms and lightly tugging him toward the door nearby.

Did they see a threat? Or...are they themselves the threat!? I had better play along for now until I have more information.

The SOLDIER allowed himself to be pulled from the room and back into the hallway. The feminine man was gone, thankfully...something about him had put Zander ill at ease, although it was something he could not quite put his finger on. He opened his mouth to speak and ask what the women needed him for, but was cut off when the blonde on his right reached up and pressed her index finger against his lips to silence him.

"Uh-uh...no questions, big boy. Sherry and I are gonna make you feel good, aren't we?"

The redhead on his left nodded emphatically as her hands rubbed against his forearms.

"Definitely, Michelle. It just isn't right for a strapping young man like this to have to guard a bunch of gay guys on parade."

Zander's eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline as the news was broken to him. He stopped walking, causing the women to jerk and come to a stop as well.

"Wait...those men in there...were...were homosexuals!?"

The women paused, blinked, and then glanced at each other. They seemed to share a good portion of a conversation in total silence before both broke out into identical ravenous smiles.

"An innocent one."

"Corruptible."

"This will be fun."
"This will be fun."

Zander's face was the picture of confusion as the women spoke in unison and then resumed their efforts in dragging him away from the ballroom. He was so immersed in his shock at having been in a room full of gay men...and indeed having been around a homosexual for the first time in his life...that only being pulled into a bedroom forced him back to awareness.

"Huh?"

The two women nudged him backward until his knees hit something that forced him into a seated position. He dimly realized that he was now on a rather large bed, but that fact became less important as the women smiled at him, turned toward each other and began kissing. The part of Zander that had so long ago made an informal vow of chastity screamed out from within his mind, demanding that he look away and vacate the room immediately. The part that had appeared after the ingestion of the S-Cells though...the reckless part of him...let out a roar of approval. Zander fought it, he really did, but that reckless and hormonal part of him won out.

The slit pupils his eyes now possessed narrowed into thin lines of black as he stood up slowly, drawing the attention of both women. As his hands began to unbuckle the harness for his naginata, both let out throaty chuckles and shucked off their dresses to reveal skimpy black bras and panties. Both then approached and, with a little guidance from Zander himself, helped the SOLDIER to remove his equipment and his clothing. After a minute or two he was down to his pants, which had a rather noticeable bulge in the front. A faint blush had taken up residence on his cheeks, something that prompted coos from the women as they playfully fought over who would have the right of removing his pants and who would remove the underwear. Zander coughed and glanced down, first at his belt buckle and then at the women. Sherry, the redhead, was only about five feet tall, while Michelle, the blonde, was about five and a half feet.

"I...do not wear undergarments. I had an armor at one point that did not allow it, and since then I have yet to take the practice back up."

The women let out sounds that could only be described as whimpers as they sank to their knees and looked up at him.

"Let us see it, please...show us that cock!"

"Yesss...unleash that beast for us, baby!"

Zander blinked, his mind slowly processing the dirty talk. He was tempted to reproach them on their language when that reckless part spoke up again, whispering from around the mental barriers he had constructed to keep it out. His instinct was to ignore it, but the hormonal teenage part of his mind told his rational self to shut up...listening to this voice was getting him a threesome with two beautiful women, after all. Deciding to obey the voice, he stared down at the women and smiled.

"...alright. Prepare yourselves."

Long-fingered hands undid the snap and slowly lowered the zipper on the standard issue trousers. A single motion, executed at a speed too fast for the civilian women to comprehend, sent his pants sailing into the corner. The women stared in shock at the appendage that was revealed. Their lips moved, but no sounds came out. Michelle began to hyperventilate after a moment, and slumped to the ground unconscious. Sherry shot her friends a glance and then turned her attention back to the rigid spire sprouting from the small nest of brown and silver hair.

"H-...how...how big is that?"

Zander glanced down, shrugged, and then spoke.

"About seven and a half inches long, actually."

Sherry nodded, and then asked the fateful question.

"And...and the width?"

He shrugged again, not understanding the awe. Having never seen another man's genitalia aside from his own, he did not know that all men were not built like him down there.

"Four and a half inches across, maybe a little more...which is roughly fourteen inches in circumference, I believe. I could be mistaken though."

The redhead nodded slowly as a bright flush enveloped her face and traveled down to her rather impressive cleavage. Slowly, she crept closer and tentatively reached out. Her hand curled around one side of the shaft, but did not even reach the halfway point of encircling it. Even so, the sensation of a hand touching his rod prompted a moan to fall from Zander's lips.

"It's...so warm....hot, almost."

"That...feels so good..."

Sherry looked up at Zander and smiled shyly, then brought her other hand up and slowly began to stroke the shaft. Both of her hands pumped in unison as Zander groaned and reached over, steadying himself by gripping one of the supports of the four-poster bed. One particularly loud moan managed to rouse Michelle, who after a moment or two slowly crawled over and silently added her hands to her partner's efforts.

"It's so huge...and look at those balls, Sher!"

"I know, 'Chelle. Must shoot like a horse. I doubt I can even fit the head in my mouth, you know."

"Me neither. I guess we'll just have to lick it, then. Like a big...biiiig...lollipop."

The women grinned at each other and leaned in, licking loudly at every bit of skin on the SOLDIER's staff. Within moments a shiny coating of saliva covered the appendage, and Zander's balls had tightened in preparation for what was to come...no pun intended.

"I...I'm...going...to..."

The eyes of both women lit up as they recognized the signs for what they were, but it was Michelle that got to the mutual target first. Painted red lips wrapped around the tip of the head of Zander's rod, which swelled out a good half-inch more as he began to cum. Streams of semen shot out rapidly, and in the first couple of seconds four thick shots had filled the blonde's mouth, forcing her to back away to swallow the load. Another shot plastered her face in white goo before Sherry dove past her and wrapped her own red lips around the opening so as to receive her share of the prize. In roughly the same amount of time she too pulled back to swallow. Zander's dick twitched and jerked of its own accord, firing salvos of semen and sperm onto both women before trickling the last little bit down onto the expensive carpet beneath them all.

"...wow."

The women grinned widely as they swallowed and began to scoop the excess off of their faces and chests.

"I'd say! You're delicious, big boy...been eating your fruits and veggies?"

Zander blinked at the apparent non-sequitor.

"Of course. A balanced diet is..."

He trailed off as the women ignored what he was saying and proceeded to lick the last of his ejaculate off of each other. His slowly softening erection swelled back to full tumescence as they finished and then removed their underwear. Their eyes were drawn back to his organ and their grins did not fade at all at what they saw. Sherry was the first to react this time as she got to her feet and pressed on his chest, prompting him to move up onto the bed and lay down. He did so, placing his head on the pillows and stretching out with his turgid organ sticking straight up into the air. The petite redhead giggled as she straddled him and reached down, rubbing the thick head against her dripping lower lips.

"Just let me do the driving, hon. You're too big for me to give you the reins just yet. Just lay there and maybe play with my boobs. 'Chelle, I'm gonna need help. Rub me while I ride?"

Michelle nodded and climbed up onto the bed as well, positioning herself to one side of the other two and placing her left hand between her legs, where a rubbing motion went into effect. Sherry nodded and reached down, prying her outer lips apart. She then slowly sank down, groaning so loudly as the head of Zander's staff pressed against her that he was afraid he had hurt her in some way. It turned out to be a groan of frustration though, and a quick glare at Michelle prompted the blonde to begin to rub at the redhead's crotch. After a few moments of this Zander was able to feel the smaller woman's juices dripping down his shaft, and to distract himself from the sensation he brought his hands up and placed them on Sherry's chest. His large hands covered her sizable mounds almost entirely, and the moan she gave as he began to knead them and then when he started to play with her nipples sent a thrill through him that caused his cock to twitch and smack against the lips of her vagina.

Breathing heavily, Sherry lowered herself again. This time the additional stimulation bore fruit. A shout erupted from her as the head of Zander's rod popped into her. He watched with interest as she slowly slid down, centimeter by centimeter.

"OH GOD! It's...it's like being raped by a baseball bat....SHIT!"

Jade eyes widened as he felt her inner walls ripple against him. The sensation felt so good that he could not help what he did next. Large hands slid away from chest and instead grabbed into the redhead's hips, then pulled down. Sherry's eyes rolled back into her head and she began to shake as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her internal muscles shifted around him like a restless ocean as she spasmed atop him, losing her balance and falling down so that her head rested against the lower part of his chest.

Michelle watched on intently, with both of her hands now shoved between her legs as if attempting to prepare herself for when it was her turn to have Zander give her that sort of attention. She watched as Sherry slowly came down from the high of a pleasure-pain orgasm...watched as Zander rolled them over...and watched as Sherry wrapped her legs as far around Zander's waist as she possibly could given the difference in stature. The blonde even bore witness as Zander's hips began to pump back and forth, dragging that ridiculously thick cock in and out of her best friend's stretched cunt. Sherry degenerated into a stream of groans, whimpers, screams and profanity, while Zander stayed mostly silent aside from the occasional grunt or growl.

This went on for another fifteen or twenty minutes, with Sherry having so many orgasms that Michelle stopped counting after the tenth one. Eventually the redhead simply fell into haze of pleasure and laid limp. Zander, still having not cum since the dual-blowjob, slowly pulled out of the redhead and stared down at the gaping hole that had once been so tight. He turned his head slowly to stare at Michelle, who could not help but gasp at the sight of those glowing green eyes.

"...did I break her?"

It was the confusion and worry in his voice that prompted the blonde to shake her head and move toward her friends to check her over. She had forgotten, even in that short amount of time, that he was such an innocent. She crouched down near her friend's vagina and inspected it, then slowly brought her right hand up to gently stroke the bright red outer lips. They were a bit inflamed from arousal and from the pounding, but there was no blood and they did not appear to be torn. Michelle bit her own bottom lip gently as her fingers slowly probed her friend's vagina. Her own blue eyes widened in shock as she realized that she could now fit her entire hand into Sherry. It would contract on its own, but it would never be as tight as it had been before tonight. What shocked Michelle the most, however, was the shiver of arousal that passed through her as she tugged her hand out of her friend's slack crotch.

"...me next."

A small smile formed on Zander's face as Michelle reached over the side of the bed and dug through her purse, then popped back up with a bottle of water-based lubricant. The look she shot him as she moved onto all fours told him that the night had only just begun.

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Zander groaned as he stumbled out of the silent mansion at about eleven o'clock the next morning. Between the two women, he had been kept up until almost seven...but in the end, he had left them both sleeping on that large bed, which had been thoroughly soaked by their combined fluids. He paused on the front steps to ensure that he had all of his equipment...which was when he pulled out his cell phone.

The growl that had gotten him into that whole scenario last night escaped him as he flopped down onto the stairs and flipped the phone open. It seemed no worse for wear from its brief dip into the punch bowl, but the state of the files left much to be desired. It took some trial and error, but by the time that some of the other party-goers began to trudge out around noon, he had managed to return the phone back to normal and delete all of the additions.

To get into my phone with actually having it, someone would need to be in the provider mainframe...at least I think so. I will need to report this...no matter how much I do not want to.

Zander sighed and snapped the phone closed, then stumbled to his feet. He slowly made his way over to his motorcycle and climbed on, positioning everything appropriately. As he drove away, something compelled him to look back. When he did, he saw members of the hired security team carrying Sherry and Michelle out of the building and helping them into their cars. He could not help the smirk from forming as he faced forward again and drove away.

That...was a good night.
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