Ursula's Twelve. Part I. Ruy Lopez Opening

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Part I. Ruy Lopez Opening. August 2, 2023 (8.45 pm)
Tonight, on KYN’s “Focus” we will analyse the career of the famous Ursula Volkanov, the criminal who can steal any uniform to get anything she wants and whose feats are a source of humiliation for the police and intelligence agencies. A few weeks ago, Ursula and her team were the responsible of a daring heist in Albion which has left many unresolved questions to the authorities. Stay on to find out the mysteries surrounding the robbery of the Fitzsinclaire Museum, how the criminals escaped, who were the inside women and why Ursula and her gang decided to settle in the Old Continent.

Sabrina Rossi yawned while scrolling down her phone. She was a 23-year-old petite college student with short brown hair, green eyes and freckles wearing sneakers, tight blue jeans and a yellow polo shirt with the logo of Pizzeria Rialto. Pacific City offered plenty of summer jobs, in its many casinos, hotels, etc., especially for attractive young women like Sabrina, but the small pizzeria was owned by her family’s neighbours, the Barelas, and she has been working there every summer since 2017. Her friend and roommate, Giselle Young, an easy-going, short and busty blonde, had tried to persuade her to work for Harris Security, like she did, insisting in that it was an easy and totally safe job, particularly now that the famous criminal Ursula and her group had moved to Albion. Sabrina had been tempted to follow her friend’s advice, but, if she did, Sunday lunches at her mum’s would be accompanied by an incessant reprimand, especially if she ended up on the news bound and gagged in her underwear, so she continued working at the pizzeria.

The pizza place was empty but that was not rare anymore, as people now preferred to order home-delivery. Surprisingly, they had not received any order in the last 90 minutes, so they wondered if the app was malfunctioning. In consequence, Sabrina, now bored of checking Instagram, started to pay attention to the TV show Johnny Barela was watching. Coincidentally, it was some kind of documentary on KYN about Ursula which promised to unveil the mysteries regarding the museum heist which took place in Oxony, Albion, last June. The young woman suspected, with reason, that the pizza owner was not interested in those mysteries, but in the many security guards, policewomen, etc. who had been found scantily clad after having their uniforms stolen. Sabrina wondered if the 62-year-old man knew that he could easily find almost anything he wanted with a couple of Internet searches or if he thought that this documentary was a ‘legitimate’ show to watch in case his wife walked into the kitchen.

In that precise moment, Domenica Barella walked in and ordered her husband to prepare two vegetarian pizzas, which made Sabrina wonder if she had some kind of witch powers that night. The brown-haired woman quickly returned to reality when Domenica told her that she had to deliver the pizzas to Mason, Mason and Huckney, a law firm four blocks away. More annoyingly, they had requested to have the pizzas delivered on foot, arguing that the last time they ordered, the rider had made a mess during transportation. Sabrina sighed: her friend Giselle was assigned to that firm this week, doing the night-shift, so this order was a painful reminder that she should have followed her roommate’s advice and apply for the security job.

Fifteen minutes later, Sabrina walked down the street, carrying the two pizzas. The avenue was almost deserted, as the businesses and offices were now closed and it was an area far away from the casinos and most popular restaurants. However, she ran into Akane Kono, a pretty, short college student with black hair and big brown eyes from Japanese origins she knew from campus, at a light stop. Akane worked at her family’s business, so she was wearing a similar outfit than Sabrina: blue jeans and a red polo with the restaurant’s name on it. More surprisingly, she was carrying a bag of food containers to Mason, Mason and Huckney, with the special request to deliver it on foot.
The two young women did not have much time to share their puzzlement. A black van stopped in front of them and two pair of hands pulled them inside the vehicle without no one noticing it and before they could shout for help.

Sabrina saw with surprise that she recognised their captors: they were Belinda Dykinson and Samantha Green, the two youngest members of Ursula Volkanov’s crew. The college student remembered seeing pictures of the strawberry blonde and the petite raven-haired just a few minutes ago on TV. Worryingly, she also saw two attractive black-haired Latinas sitting on the floor of the van with their mouths taped and their hands and ankles zip-tied. She would later find out the women’s names, Mercedes Vaquero and Juana Diaz, and their jobs, cleaners at Mason, Mason and Huckney, but Sabrina’s biggest concern now was seeing that they had lost their clothes. Mercedes was wearing black lacy tanga panties and a matching bra which hardly covered her generous breasts and round ass while the slim -and more modest- Juana had opted for beige bikini panties and matching bra underneath brown pantyhose.

Sabrina could also see a fat stack of notes inside of each of the women’s panties, held by the undies’ elastic (‘Had they mentioned that at the documentary too?’, she wondered). That and their captors’ subsequent words were quite reassuring. Belinda took off her hand from her mouth while Samantha did the same from Akane’s. The criminals ordered them to be quiet and strip off their clothes, promising that they would be compensated for their inconveniences. The strawberry blonde was also nonchalantly waving a gun, so the two college students looked at each other and quickly obeyed. Akane immediately took off her red polo shirt and unbuttoned her jeans, showing her white bikini panties and matching bra to their captors. Sabrina needed more time, as their tight jeans proved harder to take off, but she accelerated when Belinda offered to help her complete the task. The young brown-haired woman was wearing forest green panties and a black bra, and wondered what kind of underwear had her friend Giselle chosen that night, as it seemed evident that they both were going to share the same fate once the criminals arrived to the law firm wearing their disguises.

The criminals used zip-ties and tape to restrain and gag them in the same way as the two cleaners. Then, they took off their own clothes, and put on their captives’ jeans and polo shirt. They also took the pizza and Japanese food they had transported before they left the van. The vehicle, driven by Sally Perkins, was parked in a dark alley after dropping the two fake deliverers. The blonde geek turned to them and told them: ‘Sorry again for this. Also, I messed up your apps before placing the order to synchronise all this but they should be fine now’. Then, she took Sabrina and Akane’s phones, listed the orders as ‘delivered’ and left the van, assuring them that they will be found in 30 minutes or so. The blonde geek had also tipped them with 10,000$ each on their phone’s apps, so Sabrina smiled and thought that maybe she has been right in paying no heed to Giselle after all.

In fact, Giselle Young started to regret working as a security guard five minutes later. The busty blonde was sitting on the security desk at Mason, Mason and Huckney with Hailey Brooks, a slim and tall redhead with green eyes in her early twenties. Both women wore Harris Security’s new and skimpier uniform, consisting of very short black skirts, white shirt and black tie (they did not wear blazers in the summer night shifts), and they were very relaxed as the offices were closed except for a few lawyers and paralegals who had to stay late for work. They had taken off their heels and had their shapely legs, encased in black stockings, stretched over the desk while they lazily checked the security cameras’ footage on their screens. The attractive guards had been chastised by the law firm’s head of security, Jonathan Hermann, for their laidback attitude, but Hailey had reported him to Human Resources, claiming some sort of sexual harassment, and he had been promptly fired. As a result, the firm now relied in Harris Security and their all-female crew to guard the building, a decision sponsored by Benjamin Mason senior, who loved to see these young women in their uniforms.

Giselle saw two young deliverers standing at the firm’s entrance with perplexity, but she buzzed them in. No one had told them that they had ordered food, so she was going to call upstairs for confirmation when she recognised that one of the young women, a strawberry blonde, was wearing Pizzeria Rialto’s polo shirt. ‘Hi! I am Giselle, I am Sabrina’s roommate. Why did they not send her so she could say hello?’, the busty blonde asked. Belinda smiled and said: ‘Yeah, she asked me to send her regards. She is now tied up… with other order’.

Those seconds of distraction were more than enough for the two impersonators to asses the situation and act. In a flash, Belinda took the pizza from the case and smashed it against Giselle’s face while Samantha grabbed Hailey in a chokehold and quickly took her gun. The perplexed busty blonde, with her pretty face covered in tomato sauce, could only raise her hands and surrender.

Belinda then proceeded to undress Giselle of her uniform. She loosened the blonde’s black tie and unbuttoned the white shirt, revealing her rotund tits, barely covered by a pink lacy bra with a cute ribbon in the middle. Then, she lowered Giselle’s black skirt while the blonde was forced to have her hands on her head. Belinda could only but admire the blonde guard’s round ass, and her skimpy pink thong and black stockings. Finally, the criminal zip-tied Giselle’s hands behind her back and used tape to tie her ankles and cover her mouth. Charitably, she used a cloth to wipe the tomato sauce from her face but then she started to toy with one of her nipples while Samantha took care of the other guard.

The petite raven-haired was not as overconfident as Belinda, so she pushed Hailey and ordered her to strip while pointing the gun at her. The tall redhead quickly complied and forty-five seconds later her uniform was piled up on the floor and she turned her back on Samantha with her hands on her head, wearing only a light-green lacy thong, matching bra and black stockings. Then, the criminal proceeded to restrain the attractive guard in the same way as her partner had done while Belinda recorded it on the phone. The young strawberry blonde argued that she did it for Susan’s collections, but actually she shared the same interests than her older cousin. Belinda regretted not having been able record the capture of the two security guards, the weaponizing of a pizza pie included, but at least got a good video and a few pictures of the two captives, which now understood the risks of their trade.

Belinda and Samantha then took off their jeans and polo shirts and exchanged them for their recently acquired security uniforms. Hailey’s shirt was too big for any of them and Giselle’s had a noticeable tomato stain, but they shrugged their shoulders and put them on, when you steal uniforms on a regular basis these things are prone to happen. Once they were dressed up as security guards, Belinda got her phone and texted Ursula: ‘Done. Your turn’.

***

Lying in the ventilation conduct while observing her prey brought fond memories to Ursula. The criminal remembered the first time she had stolen a uniform, back in her college years. During a party, she had cockily said that she could break into Professor Melvin’s office and change the grades of ‘Intro to Economics’. Ursula had gotten a B-, which was OK, but several drinks and the sceptical comments of a few classmates impelled her to prove her word. Fifteen minutes later, she was back in her room with a list of 6 names, 1500$ in cash -she had asked two hundred bucks to get a B and three hundred for an A-, and a sense of exhilaration as she had not felt in years.

Ursula, now wearing white sneakers, black leggings, a dark purple hoodie and a home-made balaclava -she had to ruin a good pair of stockings-, broke into the Economics faculty thanks to a ventilation conduct which was accessible from outside -she had noticed it when she got out to smoke between classes. Finding her way through the building was not difficult, but it took her a few minutes to pick Professor Melvin’s office lock with a pin because she had not practiced it in a while -her college friends would be astonished to know she had learnt to do it when she was 11-years-old. Once there, she only had to switch on the computer, log in to the university’s intranet with Melvin’s passcode -the old professor had typed it once in class in front of everyone in the username box by mistake and he obviously had not bothered to change it- and change the grades -she turned her B- into a B+ too, as she did not want to be greedy.

Problems started when she left the office though. Ursula saw a flashlight in the distance and realised with dread that the building was not empty. She managed to climb back to the ventilation conduct but she made some noise, which alerted the security guard. Ursula still remembered her anxiety, her heavy breathing, her fear to be found and, above all, her surprise when she saw that the security guard was a woman. Nathy Pelaez was a short, curvaceous Latina in her early thirties with tanned skin and brown eyes who wore her black hair in a ponytail. She was wearing navy blue uniform trousers and shirt, dark brown shoes and a tie but, fortunately for the young Ursula, she did not carry a gun, just a flashlight, handcuffs and a talkie. The guard did not see Ursula, but she realised that the ventilation hatch was open, so she immediately radioed to alert that someone had broken into the building. Ursula pondered her options: she could try to crawl back to the exit, which would be too noisy, or keep hiding in the ventilation conduct, waiting for a chance to make her escape. She chose the latter, so she waited for a few minutes, hoping that the security guard would go inspect the surroundings. However, Nathy stayed there while waiting for backup, feeling that the intruder was nearby.

Ursula wondered about the repercussions of that fateful decision. The attractive security guard would probably have regretted it for a long time, but it was Ursula who had a life-changing experience that night. In a flash, she thought of what it seemed a suicidal plan: what if she impersonated the security guard to escape? The adrenaline kicked in, and Ursula just had to remember what she knew -her college friends would not believe that the pretty and easy-going blonde who loved dancing was also a consummate fighter. She jumped the security guard and knocked her out with a deft blow to the back of the head she had learned years ago but never used in real life. Then, she quickly started to undress the unconscious guard. Nathy was wearing white panties and a matching bra with a pink ribbon. Ursula gave the guard a quick look, appreciating her round hips and ass, and used the handcuffs to restrain her, securing the guard to a pipe. Not knowing how long she would be out, Ursula gagged Nathy with one of the guards’ socks and used a shoelace to keep it in her mouth. Then, she quickly changed into the guard’s uniform and hid her own clothes in the ventilation conduct, hoping that she could retrieve them before anyone would find them.

Wearing her newly acquired clothes, Ursula walked to the building entrance and greeted the two security guards, a tall, muscular man and a burly but comely woman, who had responded the call. She wondered if she could take care of them, but it was not necessary. The guards were surprised to find such a young and pretty guard -it was uncommon in those days-, but that also made it easier for them to believe that it was a false alarm: a cat got inside the building through the ventilation conduct and scared the shit out of her, who thought it was an intruder. Once they left, Ursula was able to recover her clothes and escape before the real security guard regained consciousness. The incident was briefly reported in the campus newspaper, but the university’s authorities quickly dismissed it: nothing had been stolen and it did not make them look good, so why bother?

Years later, Ursula had used a ventilation system to break into St Sebastian police precinct, the first time she had worked for Mr. I and a turning point in her criminal career. Now, she was (in)famous world-wide and a prominent member of Mr I’s vast criminal network, but she still needed to use ventilation conducts for her missions.

Truth to be told, this mission had been concocted by both Ursula and Mr. I. The multimillionaire kingpin was angry with his old frenemy, Michael Gower III, who had tried to sabotage Ursula’s mission at the Fitzsinclaire Museum besides buying the two medieval swords Mr I wanted in the auction. Therefore, he was willing to indulge Ursula’s thirst for revenge: Belinda and Samantha almost got killed or arrested because of that prick. Moreover, Gower was one of the main investors of the rapacious hedge fund who had evicted Robin, Marian and their friends’ families, who had lost their council housing when the hedge developed the area to build luxury apartments. In consequence, Ursula and Mr. I decided that she would rob the Oasis, a casino in Pacific City owned by Gower’s hedge fund whose manager was Meghan Gower, Mr I’s college love. Besides the economic damage that a heist would inflict, the hedge fund’s most sensitive documentation was kept in the casino’s vault.

Things were never easy or straightforward with Mr. I though. The kingpin wanted to humiliate Gower, so he announced his frenemy that Ursula and her team would rob the casino the 26th of August, the night the Oasis hosted the most popular poker game of the year, an event with gathered dozens of multimillionaires, including Gower and Mr I himself, who participated under his public persona, Thomas Ignatius McNeil. To make things interesting, Mr. I promised Gower that he would destroy a couple of racy letters Meghan had written him before they broke up if his team failed to rob the casino. On the other hand, if they succeeded, Gower would give Mr. I the damned early-medieval swords he purchased and Ursula’s team failed to steal.

Both moguls promised to act honourably: Gower would not alert the authorities in advance and Mr. I would only employ Ursula and her team; however, both of them had already withheld information. Mr. I did not say anything about the hedge fund’s documentation and Ursula’s true motives behind the heist while Gower hide the fact the the Federal Agency of Investigation was into him after his suspicious departure from Albion immediately after the Fitzsinclaire Museum incident.

Ursula was furious at Mr. I for telling Gower about the robbery, but she could also recognise a tinge of excitement: it was a challenge and she and her team would emerge victorious. The blonde criminal was good at improvising during missions, but she was becoming increasingly more cautious –‘you are getting old, Rusa’, Zoe teased her. That is why now Ursula was lying down in a ventilation conduct of Mason, Mason and Huckney, a law firm in Pacific City, more than three weeks before the heist would take place. The construction company which built the original casino filed for bankruptcy after the burst of the real state bubble years ago, but Benjamin Mason senior had been its lawyer, so they should keep copies of the blueprints. The casino had undergone intense renovation, but the vault, a sophisticated relic immune to cyberattacks, had never been changed.

The criminal had been observing their prey for a while now. Two young and attractive paralegals were working at the law firm’s archive. Actually, only one of them was really working. Madison Brown, a tall and pretty woman in her early twenties with long black hair who wore a pencil dark green skirt, white blouse and stiletto shoes, was industriously gathering documents. However, her co-worker, Summer Wright, was actually sitting on a swivel chair, sleeping. Summer was a 22-years-old petite brunette with short hair and blue eyes who wore a black skirt, a white shirt, a black vest and black stockings. She had taken off her black heels. After three days of partying, she had managed to show up to work every morning, but when she was asked to stay for the evening, she had crashed, so Madison had been covering for her for the last two hours.

Ursula tried to justify her imminent actions, thinking how the two young women were also part of an unscrupulous law firm, but she felt a bit sorry for them –‘you are growing old, Rusa, and what is worse, soft and boring. I am doing it, too’, she could imagine Zoe telling her-. Finally, Ursula got the text from Belinda: she and Samantha now controlled the entrance desk with the security cameras, so it was time to move. In that moment, Madison left the room, carrying a big folder, so Ursula thought that maybe the tall paralegal was getting a cosmic reward for her industriousness.

Immediately, Ursula silently descended from the conduct and stealthily walked towards the sleepy Summer. The criminal pushed a cloth in her mouth, which rudely awakened her, but prevented her from screaming. In a matter of seconds, she tapped the gag in Summer’s mouth and used more tape to restrain her, securing her wrists to the arms of the swivel chair, and taping her ankles together, and to blindfold them. The pretty brunette, unaware of what was going on, could only moan in protest.

Ursula decided to be naughtier, so she raise the paralegal’s short skirt, revealing her firm legs encased in black garters and white tanga panties. Then, she unbuttoned Summer’s vest and shirt and took her perky tits from the cups of her lacy white bra. Ursula told herself that she needed to distract the paralegal with other concerns in order to prevent her from noticing what she was actually doing, inserting an USB with a virus in one of the archive’s computers, but she also recognised that she did it to prove to herself (and to others) that she was not becoming soft and because, to be honest, she liked toying with attractive captives.

Seconds after Ursula had removed the USB from the computer, she heard steps coming in to the archive, so she hid behind the door. Madison returned with her folder, red with embarrassment, but she quickly forgot about the source of her unease when she saw her co-worker tied to a swivel chair with her clothes dishevelled. Before she could scream for help, Ursula pinched her in the back of the neck, rendering her unconscious.

Then, the criminal got a text from Sally, who had managed to break into the law firm’s system in 8 minutes: ‘No digital copies of anything pre-2005’. Ursula sighed: she would have to look for a physical copy in the archive’s basement. The criminal looked at the unconscious Madison and thought ‘this is not your lucky day and there is definitively no cosmic reward to your industriousness’. Then, Ursula started to undress the tall paralegal.

Three minutes later, the spy was now wearing Madison’s pencil skirt, blouse and fancy stilettos while the unfortunate paralegal laid on the floor, bound and gagged in her underwear. The attractive raven-haired was now hogtied with tape, showing Ursula her plain white bra, which contrasted with her sexy black thong, probably chosen to prevent the lines of her panties showing in the skirt. However, the spy did not have time to admire his sexy second captive, so, after she taped Madison’s mouth, she left the archive dressed with the paralegal’s fancy clothes.

Ursula walked though semi deserted aisles and bullpens. A few men gave her appreciate looks but she remained unnoticed. Hundreds of people worked at the firm and the number increased with summer interns, so it was easy for her to reach the basement without a hitch. Once there, it was surprisingly easy to find the blueprints as the archive was thoroughly organised. She took several pictures with her phone and returned, so no one suspected the true motives of their break-in at the law firm.

The now blonde spy was ready to go, so she texted Zoe and Susan: ‘Done. Your turn’. However, she got a call from Belinda: ‘My cousin and Zoe accidentally started the distraction maneuver a few minutes ago. Police are about to arrive and, Ursula, you are not going to believe this…’

***

Elizabeth Mitchell was the sharpest security guard working at Mason, Mason and Huckney that night. Elizabeth got the job because she was a comely brunette in her late twenties with green eyes, but she also took the job seriously, so she had taken several courses to improve her skills. That is why she grew suspicious of a Latina cleaner who was hovering around in the highest floor without doing any meaningful job. Finally, when she saw that the cleaner entered the office of Benjamin Mason senior, the founder and head of the firm, she walked towards her.

The cleaner was a curvaceous Latina who had dyed her hair blonde. She was wearing the company’s uniform, which consisted in burgundy-coloured pants and shirt, but Elizabeth did not remember seeing her before, although the cleaning company used to rotate their cleaners. The security guard could not imagine that she was confronting Zoe Valdes, a member of Ursula’s legendary group of criminals, but she could tell that something was off, maybe she wanted to steal something valuable?

Elizabeth then asked the cleaner to leave the office and asked for her name. ‘Juana Diaz’, the fake cleaner lied. The security guard nodded and managed to hide her emotions, because she knew the real Juana Diaz and this woman was clearly an impersonator. Then, she drew her gun and ordered Zoe to put her hands over her head. The Latina feigned to obey, but in a swift move was able to disarm the security guard and jumped her. Both women rolled around the room, fighting, but soon it seemed evident that despite Elizabeth’s courage and determination, Zoe was the better fighter. Finally, the Latina managed to subdue the feisty security guard and restrain her hands and later her ankles with zip-ties. Elizabeth started to call for help but was quickly silenced by the Latina, who put a ball-gag in her mouth. Zoe breathed in relief, but she did not get a respite: during their fight, the two women had activated some kind of motion alarm hidden near a security safe, which started to beep.

Bethany Carter heard some kind of beeping at the other end of the floor and walked towards it. She was a buxom blonde with blue eyes who worked for Harris Security in the college holidays to get some extra money, so she had no idea what was going on, as she had been assigned to work at Mason, Mason and Huckney for the first time only two days ago.

The blonde security guard found the source of the noise: Benjamin Mason senior’s office, which was surprisingly open. Bethany radioed Elizabeth, her more resourceful partner, but got no answer, so she took a deep breath and walked into the office. The buxom guard was not sure what she expected to find there, but definitively it was no that. Bethany saw a cleaning trolley and next to it, Elizabeth struggled on the floor. Her partner had her hands zip-tied behind her back and also her ankles, so she was squirming, trying to break free, but, so far, she had only managed to roll her black skirt up, revealing her toned thigs and yellow tanga panties. Someone had unbuttoned her black tie and white shirt, so Bethany could also notice her partner’s fulsome breasts, covered by a lacy yellow bra. When the bound guard saw her partner, she started to yell, but the ball-gag muffled her shouts, making impossible to Bethany to understand what she was saying.

In fact, Elizabeth wanted to alert her blonde partner of the imminent danger she faced, although it was too late. The brunette could only see a flash of Bethany’s pink panties and stockinged legs when a pair of hands dragged her partner inside the trolley. Soon after, Zoe emerged from her hiding place after pushing outside a now unconscious Bethany.

The Latina looked at Elizabeth and said: ‘I find very alluring seeing you struggle, but you are a bit dangerous, so I am going to put you to sleep too’. However, Zoe pulled up Bethany’s skirt and spanked her a couple of times before pressing a cloth soaked in chloroform in her face. The brunette guards’ protests slowly died out as she started to lose consciousness.

Zoe then proceeded to undress Bethany in order to take her uniform, which seemed a better fit than Elizabeth. The buxom blonde looked incredibly sexy wearing only skimpy pink tanga panties, matching bra and black stockings. The Latina regretted not having more time to play with her captives, but God knows who else had noticed the damned alarm. Therefore, she used zip-ties and a ball-gag to restrain Bethany in the same way as her brunette partner and quickly changed into the guards’ clothes. She informed the rest of the team of the situation and took a few pictures for Susan’s collection before reconvening with her friend. Hopefully, her strawberry blonde friend had already managed to procure another uniform for herself in the floor below.

In fact, that was what Susan Dykinson had done just a few minutes ago. The strawberry blonde criminal, still wearing a cleaner’s uniform, had ambushed a security guard and, pointing a gun to her back, made her turn around with her hands on her head. The security guard was a short, slim, raven-haired beauty with brown eyes, lightly tanned skin and a generous bust, which Susan actually recognised. ‘Holy shit! You were one of the guards at the Perriot Desert Hotel, weren’t you?’ she said amusingly. Gabriela Pandev nodded with sorrow. This fucking day was getting worse and worse.

Only five minutes ago, the buxom security guard was having sex with Benjamin Mason junior at his office when a tall and pretty paralegal wearing a smart pencil dress and a blouse stepped into the office after a perfunctory knock. Gabriela jumped from the desk, and quickly rolled down her black skirt and buttoned her shirt, embarrassed. The young assistant, called Madison, was mortified and swore that one of the lawyers had told her to rush and bring this folder urgently to Mr. Mason, that is why she did not wait for a reply. The security guard did not pay heed to the paralegal’s excuses: she was focused on looking for her panties, which she finally found under a drawer. On the other hand, Mr. Mason initial annoyance -he just pointed a desk where Madison could drop the folder- had dissipated and suggested that the three of them could get a beer and get to know each other. The security guard and the paralegal could not look into each other’s eyes and did not know what to reply, so Mr. Mason sighed and told them to leave so he could finish some work.

Once they left Benjamin Mason junior’s office, Madison said ‘bye’ quietly and swiftly left an also embarrassed Gabriela. She had had sex with the youngest partner of the law firm for the entire summer, but she did not want it to be known, otherwise the rest of the security guards of the company would find out why the busty raven-haired was never on rotation out of the law firm, which was considered one of the easiest assignments, and why she always got the night shift, which paid better and was uneventful. Gabriela already suspected that her partner that night, Charlotte Robinson, a 19-year-old slim blonde with brown eyes and an angelical face, was making inroads to displace her from her favourable position. Speaking of her, where was she? She had not seen for a while, even before, Mr. Mason called Gabriela to ‘go check his office for threats’.

The raven-haired security guard started to grow suspicious. She did not like when partners ‘disappeared’, that usually meant that they had been attacked and had their uniform stolen. Gabriela tried to stay positive. She had already been the victim of a group of criminals who impersonated security guards when she worked at the Perriot Desert Hotel, what were the odds of going through something similar again? Her optimism vanished when she saw an abandoned trolley. Gabriela froze, remembering how the criminals had knocked her out and tossed her inside a trolley in which her partner that night, Julia Lopez, was already lying unconscious. The busty security guard told herself that she was beeing paranoid, and forced herself to have a look at the trolley: once she saw that there was nothing unusual, she would calm down. When Gabriela looked inside and saw her partner Charlotte, naked and unconscious, lying on a heap of towels and her discarded uniformed, she was not surprised in the slightest.

Gabriela did not have time to reflect on the irony of the situation, as she felt a gun in her back. When she turned around and realised that the same group of criminals who had took over the hotel had broken into the law firm she thought how unlucky she was. To add salt to the injury, she was ordered to strip while the criminal used a phone to record it. Gabriela complied and slowly unbuttoned her shirt and tie, revealing a dishevelled black bra which partially covered her rotund breasts, and then unzipped and took off her black skirt, showing Susan her black lace panties. The security guard, however, became upset when the criminal asked her to take off her bra and panties too and put the latter in her mouth. That was unexpected but, remembering what these criminals were capable of doing, complied with only a meek protest. There was an additional and unpleasant surprise: Gabriel realised that the panties she was wearing where very similar to the ones she had chosen that evening, but they were definitively not hers. She thought of spitting them, but Susan taped her mouth before she managed to do it. The strawberry blonde criminal told her: ‘Sorry, I am not sorry, but I forgot to pick a pair of ball-gags and my partner has all of them?’, winking an eye.

Then, Susan taped Gabriela’s hands behind her back and her ankles. Immediately after, she took Charlotte from the trolley and restrained her in the same was as Gabriela’s, stuffing the raven-haired’s bra in the young guard’s mouth. Looking at Gabriela, Susan said: ‘Your uniform is a better fit, although you know by now that you would have lost your clothes in any case. You know what was odd? Your partner here was not wearing underwear at all. I understand that with those perky tits you might get away with not wearing a bra sometimes, but who goes to work without panties?’ Gabriela did not need more confirmation: Charlotte was also fucking Benjamin Mason junior and the panties she had stuffed in her mouth were her partner’s, who had lost them in the office before. ‘What a fucking day’, she thought.

Susan threw the two guards inside the trolley again and stashed them in a closet, actions which she documented with a series of pictures. Then, she quickly changed into Gabriela’s clothes and went to meet Zoe. The plan was that, once they had neutralised the guards of the upper floors and Ursula had obtained the blueprint, they will break into one of the partners’ offices and steal a few things to disguise the true nature of their mission. However, Zoe and Susan were informed by Samantha and Belinda that it was not necessary to do that. The safe’s alarm had sent a distress signal to the security desk and to the police, so the cops were about to arrive. Moreover, someone else was coming to the law firm to try to stop them.

***

‘Are you fucking kidding me, Belinda?’, Ursula said while taking the elevator to reconvene with Zoe and Susan. ‘I swear it, you are going to see it with your own eyes in a moment’, the young strawberry blonde insisted. ‘OK, you two take care of the police while we will deal with our unexpected guests and then we fuck off before more people joins the party’, Ursula concluded.

Vigilantes? Ursula could not believe what she had just heard. Apparently, a helicopter had landed on the law firm’s roof, carrying three young women dressed up in superheroine costumes. ‘Fucking unbelievable’, she thought. Thanks to the security cameras, Belinda and Samantha saw them coming and entering the building, and they could follow their steps, so Ursula and the rest of the team could be prepared to greet them. In the meantime, they had activated the fire alarm, in order to evacuate the building and facilitate a discreet escape.

Ursula walked in opposite direction than the last stragglers who were leaving the building, but no one found it particularly suspicious. Everyone thought it was a drill or a false alarm, so they assumed the blonde paralegal just wanted to pick up a few things before leaving the building.

Following the indications of Belinda and Samantha, Ursula ran into one of the surprise guests. The spy was as surprised as she was amused. In front of her, there was a 5’ 7’’ fit blonde in her late twenties wearing a superheroine uniform which consisted of red tall heeled boots, a red skirt, a blue shirt with an S logo, and even a fucking red cape!

The blonde superheroine told her: ‘Do not worry miss, everything is going to be OK. We heard through the police radio that a crime was being committed in this building and we are here to stop it!’. ‘Radio police? A bit cliché but makes sense’, Ursula thought. The fake paralegal replied: ‘Thank God you arrived, miss. It is a nightmare… Fuck it. I cannot take this seriously. I am one of the bad guys here, so what are you going to do about it?’.

The blonde superheroine gasped in surprise. She wanted to say something lofty, but she was perplexed by this criminal’s honesty and cockiness, so she just sprung into action and attacked Ursula. The spy was pleasantly surprised to see that the superheroine had some notions of fighting, but she was no match for her. Ursula dodged her blows easily and, while doing a faint, even had time to lift her opponent’s skirt, which gave her a pleasant surprise when she saw that the blonde superheroine was wearing sexy blue see-through tanga panties.

After deflecting a few more futile attacks, Ursula grew impatient and decided to end the fight, so she allowed the blonde superheroine to get closer, but changed directions in the last second. Then, she used her opponent’s own cape to restrain the superheroine, wrapping her arms against her chest. Once she was immobilised, Ursula picked her up and carried her over her shoulder. The blonde superheroine started to protest vehemently, but Ursula lifted her skirt and spanked her round ass a couple of times.

Ursula took her captive and met Zoe and Susan in one of the now deserted offices. Her friends had easily taken care of the other two vigilantes, luring them to a trap thanks to their security guards’ uniforms.

When Ursula arrived, she saw a pretty brunette wearing short black heels, a green short skirt, a red shirt, a black mask and a short yellow cape and a beauty with light brown skin and long dark hair who wore tall black boots, a black short skirt, a black shirt with the yellow logo of a bat and a black mask. Both women were now sitting on the floor back to back, defeated, with their hands zip-tied and resting on each other’s lap. That was not the end of their ordeal, though. Zoe ripped off the raven-haired superheroine’s black shirt, exposing her massive breasts, and then took her captive’s black panties and stuffed them in her mouth, sealing them with tape. Similarly, Susan had taken the brunette superheroine’s yellow lace panties to gag her, and now was opening her red shirt and lacy yellow bra, fondling her defeated opponent’s perky tits.

Ursula dropped the blonde superheroine to the floor and force her to kneel in front of a robust oak tree chair. Then, she zip-tied her hands behind her back and tied a loose rope around her neck to secure her to the chair, using a ball-gag to silence her increasingly meek protests. Ursula had noticed that Susan was recording everything with her phone, as usual, so as a final touch, she pushed aside the blonde superheroine’s cape and lifted her red skirt, so her round ass and thighs, only covered by the blue see-through panties, were on display when someone rescued them (or found that video on the Internet).

Zoe and Susan said that it would be fun to steal those uniforms too, But Ursula persuaded them to stick to the plan. ‘Maybe next time, we are in a rush now’, she promised. The three women left the building unopposed and, an hour later, the whole time reunited to study the blueprints and think of a plan to rob the Oasis casino with everyone knowing it was going to happen.