Laura - The First Assignment (Chapter 4) by Jarkeld

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Laura - The First Assignment (Chapter 4)
by Jarkeld,

Los Angeles
March 2015


“Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Smythe.”

“Please, you may call me Howard.” Laura had arrived at Smythe Industries, in an attempt to gain more information about the missing girl. He was a man in his late forties, possibly even his early fifties. His hair, once sandy blonde, was now streaked with some gray, giving him a slightly distinguished look. His office was impressive – a large, oak desk sat before a large bay window that looked out over the Los Angeles city streets below. His walls were decorated with a myriad of trophies and photos, each depicting some outdoor activity. Laura was seated in one of the two chairs that sat before the large desk.

“...Mr. Smythe, could you tell me anything about the abduction? Have any demands been made at all?”

“I was at work when it happened; I came home to find the maid thoroughly restrained in the study. She had said that several masked figures came in, restrained her, and took Emily,” he replied.

“And this was on Monday?”

“Yes....and there hasn't been any sort of demands since. Do you have any leads? Any signs pointing to who might have taken her?” Laura shook her head.

“Not yet, but I was wondering if I could ask you about the order to fabricate a thousand P90 sub machine guns?” Smythe just shook his head in disbelief.

“What order? I don't know what you're talking about,” he replied to her. But before Laura could continue her line of questioning, a small, tan-skinned woman poked her head from behind the door.

“Mr. Smythe? You have a personal call on line one for you.” The woman disappeared back behind the door as Smythe stood up.

“You'll have to forgive me, but I need to take this phone call. Please understand if I do not show you out.” Laura got up and left the room, shutting the door behind her. Laura saw the tan-skinned woman filing a bunch of papers into a cabinet behind her small desk. She then produced a key and locked the filing cabinet.

“Excuse me,” Laura said, making the woman turn in shock.

“OH! You startled me!” she gasped, her hand clutching at her chest.”May I help you?” Laura looked the woman over briefly. She was fairly attractive, but noticed that she was dressing in a way as to attract attention to herself, with her miniskirt and her dress blouse that was buttoned as to show a bit more of her cleavage than normal.

“Well....I was hoping you might,” Laura replied with a small smile. “I was wondering if I could see all recent orders placed by Mr. Smythe.....?”

“Janet,” the woman replied to Laura.

“Janet....such a pretty name for a pretty lady.” Janet blushed a little and smiled, but shook her head.

“I'm sorry, Miss, but no one outside the board of directors is allowed to see the orders,” Janet replied. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get back to my filing.” Laura just watched as Janet resumed what she was doing before Laura interrupted her. Laura began to walk away, when she heard the woman whisper an audible 'yes'. She turned to see Janet typing something back on her cell phone, talking to herself as she did. “Galaxies at seven.....can't wait.” Laura turned the corner, smiling to herself as she did.


Galaxies Night Club
Later that evening

The rhythmic, pounding music blocked all other sounds. Dozens of bodies packed the dance floor like sardines, their bodies pressed tightly together as they danced to the droning music. Janet, along with three of her girl friends, were seated around a small table in a booth; each with a drink before them. “To girls night!” Janet screamed, as she lifted the shot-glass, her friends doing the same thing. Each of the twenty-something girls downed their shots in one go. One of Janet's friends, a tall, dark skinned woman, got up from the table, shouting that she was going to the bathroom. A raven haired waitress came by with another round of shots.

“Keep 'em coming tonight!” Janet shouted over the blaring dance music. The waitress just arched an eyebrow.

“Oh? And what are we celebrating tonight?” she asked. One of Janet's friends, a blonde with stunning jade eyes, quickly piped up a response.

“Our friend, Janet here, just found herself a man! He's good looking and he's rich!” Janet blushed a little at her blonde friend's response.

“Well....that is something,” the waitress said, setting down the drinks. “I'll be back to check on you girls later then.” As the waitress left, Janet's dark skinned friend returned from the bathroom and the girls once more began to down their shots. As the night went on, dance music pumping through the sound system and flashing, colored lights dancing about the club, Janet's friends had to leave for one reason or another. Before Janet was at least a dozen of empty shot-glasses; some were turned upside down, a few tiny droplets of the alcohol once in them running down the side of the glass and to the table. The waitress came back over, as Janet's blonde friend just hugged her and bid her goodnight. “....All your friends left?” Janet waved her off in an exaggerated manner, leaving the waitress to assume she was drunk.

“Yeah.....they have to get to.....things.....tomorrow.....” her voice trailed off, as she slurred over a word here and there. She then let slip a laugh, and added, “Oh.....I'm so drunk, aren't I?” The waitress, not sure how to reply, just brushed back her hair. Janet stumbled out of the booth as the waitress caught her. No one seemed to notice as the waitress helped Janet out of the club and onto the L.A. streets. As the waitress helped Janet outside, she pointed to a silver mustang, screaming, “That's my car!” She then turned to the waitress and added, “You're such a good friend.....umm.....I forgot your name!” She laughed again, thinking she was with one of her friends.

“Well....that's because I never told you my name. I'm actually the waitress,” she replied.

“Ohh....that's right! Well....you're a much better friend than my other so-called friends! They're just super jealous that I've got a great guy!” The waitress only assumed that Janet was a lightweight, given how easily she was drunk; that, or she didn't have anything to eat. As the waitress put Janet into the passenger side of her car, she then got into the driver's side, buckled up, and turned to Janet.

“Janet? Where's your keys?”

“Are you taking me home? Ohh....I hope you don't take advantage of me while I'm drunk like this!” Janet caressed the arm of the waitress, who was a bit unsure how to respond. She felt the soft finger of Janet, as she slowly glided up and down her arm, then gently played a little with her black hair. The waitress swallowed hard, and then removed Janet's hand.

“Janet....I need you to guide me to where you live, okay?” Janet giggled some more, and moved her hand to the thigh of the waitress. She rubbed it over the waitress' denim covered legs, just barely touching her womanhood. The waitress just watched, dumbfounded at what was transpiring. Janet, in her drunken state, leaned in close to the waitress' ear.

“Sure....I live all alone over on Orange Drive. I'll let you know when we get closer to the house.” As the waitress shifted the car into gear, Janet let out a scream of joy, and they were on the way back to Janet's house. The streetlights illuminated the car interior every few seconds. “So....you have a name?” Janet whispered breathlessly. Janet's hand was still rubbing the inside of the waitress' denim covered leg.

“....Cheryl,” she replied, finding herself having to concentrate on driving. “Janet....how much have you had to drink tonight?” Janet nibbled a bit on Cheryl's ear, her hand still not moving from Cheryl's leg.

“Mmm....quite a bit, actually. So....are you finding this distracting?” Janet slowly and gently slid her hand over Cheryl's womanhood. Cheryl, in all honesty, did find it distracting. She was doing her best to concentrate on driving to where Janet had lived. “....Turn left here at the light,” she whispered, still caressing Cheryl's leg. The car turned left, and Janet pointed to a two story house on the left. “Here.....turn right here. This is my driveway.” As the car screeched into the driveway and Janet stumbled out of the car. She staggered her way to the front door, fumbling for her keys as she got to the front door. After finding them, she did her best in her drunken state to slide the key into the lock.

Cheryl, meanwhile, just kept staring at the house next door. Janet looked up to say something to her, but caught Cheryl looking at the house. “Oh.....that's my next door neighbor. She's some dumb bitch that my guy is divorcing.....” She undid the latch with the key and pushed the door open. Cheryl followed Janet into her house, closing the door behind her. Her house was simple, but modern; the hallway emptied right into the living room, with a pair of chairs facing one another across a small, glass, coffee table, with a loveseat perpendicular to the two chairs. From the living room was a staircase, leading to the second floor. Janet moved to the staircase, stopping as she got to it. “....My guy won't be here for a while....but I thought how hot it'd be to surprise him....”

Cheryl, who had been looking at a picture of the two of them, turned towards her. “Oh...uh....surprise as in how?” Janet began to move up the stairs.

“Just come on up and you'll see!” As soon as Janet was gone, the waitress grabbed hold of her raven colored hair, and pulled it off her head, letting the dark red hair underneath spill down. Laura sighed and shook her head.

“.....I must have the worst luck possible....I need to get those keys and get the hell out of here before.....well....before things get worse.” Picking up the wig again, she deftly tucked her dark red hair back under the black wig, and then walked upstairs. At the top of the small, second story were three doors – both open, with the one on the left leading to a small bathroom. Laura didn't bother checking the one to her right, instead walking towards the door that had light coming from behind the partially open door. As Laura reached it, she paused a moment before going in.

The room was dimly lit, for a sensual mood. On her knees atop a queen sized bed was Janet; she had stripped herself down to a white, lacy bra and matching underwear. Her hair, which had been up all evening, cascaded down and around her shoulder. Her eyes had a bit of a hungry look in them and bore right into Laura. Her chest was much larger than Laura had thought it was when she met the woman back in the office earlier today. Janet slowly crawled off the bed, and mirrored that same speed approaching Laura. Her hips swayed slightly, as Laura just took it all in. Janet turned around as she reached Laura, moving her entire body up and down Laura's. It had been a long time since Laura had been with anyone, and even though she was on a mission, she found it a bit difficult to concentrate. “Here,” Janet breathed out huskily. “Come join me over here.” Taking Laura's hand, she guided Laura over to the bed, pulling her down as Janet lay back on the bed. Janet then began to slowly kiss Laura's neck, her fingers gently gliding up and down the small of Laura's back. “...I've only been with another woman a few times.....but I decided to surprise my guy tonight.”

Laura gulped hard and only could mutter out a simple, “...You don't say?” As Janet ran her hands over Laura's rear, giving it a gentle squeeze, Laura knew she was fighting a losing battle. Janet's head and lips had gotten increasingly closer to Laura's own. Laura could feel her breath on her face, and began to wonder how much of this lust was fueled by the alcohol. But Laura knew she had a job to do, and said the one thing that came first to her mind. “You know what would be really hot? Have you ever been restrained before?” Janet paused in what she was doing. She was mere inches away from Laura's lips, and practically seducing her.

“No.....why? Is it sensual?”

“It can be! Do you know if your guy is into it?”

“...I think he mentioned something about trying it before, but the woman he did it with was some stuck-up prude–”

“Then there you go!” Laura said, a bit shakily. “I'll go look for some rope and you just relax.” She quickly sprang off the bed and ran out the door.

“Check the garage! I think there's some in there!” Janet called out to her. Laura went downstairs, her hands shaking a bit. Everything was going wrong in this scenario – granted, this sort of thing had been something she'd fantasized about before....but this was not the time, place, or the person to do it with. She took a few deep, cleansing breaths, and made a promise to herself that when this was over, she'd take a long, cold, shower. Finding the door to the garage, Laura began to scour around for some rope – any kind of rope. In a box labeled 'yard stuff', she found some clothesline. She also picked up a roll of duct tape, smirking to herself as she did.

“....I outta buy stock in this stuff...with the way I'm using it?” With her items firmly in hand, she made a quick stop to the bathroom. Searching through the cabinet, she found a pair of gauze pads, thinking to use them as a makeshift stuffing of sorts. Then went back into the bedroom, where Janet had been waiting. By this time, however, her lacy bra had been removed, exposing her well endowed chest and firm, round nipples. One hand was ever so slightly pinching and teasing one, while the other hand was slipped underneath the waistband of her lacy panties, in between her legs. Laura kept telling herself that this was more than likely the result of the alcohol, and quickly promised herself a second cold shower.

“Mmm.....I was just thinking about my guy....and how I'm sure he'd be really excited to see his right now!” Janet's breathing was quicker, only to be interrupted by the occasional moan of pleasure. It was at this moment that Laura began to realize that Janet probably had no morals. Laura forced herself to walk over to where Janet was, took the arm that was pinching her nipple, and began to tie it to one of the bed posts. “Oh! Oh....that's tight.....you're really good at this....”

“....You have no idea,” Laura whispered, moving to Janet's other hand. But as she grabbed her wrist, Janet stopped her.

“Wait....do that hand last, please?” she said, almost out of breath. “I want to enjoy this....” Laura paused a moment, made a note to take a third cold shower, then proceeded to secure both of Janet's legs to the bed posts by her ankles. Janet felt the ropes tighten around her left ankle, and as she felt the ropes tighten around her other, she pushed her fingers harder into her slit; several thoughts going through her mind. Laura just stood there, dumbfounded, as she watched Janet in the throws of her self-pleasure. Janet had limited mobility, due to three of her limbs being restrained at the time, but still, she pressed deeper inside herself. Her moans were quickening, and soon, Laura felt herself reflexively touching her own chest as she watched. Suddenly, Janet's head flew back hard onto the pillows, her screams loud enough to wake the whole block. Laura was thankful for this, because it snapped her out of the trance this moment had her under. Laura pulled out the wet, sticky, sweet smelling hand of Janet's. She let out a contented sigh as Laura tightened the wrist to the last bed post. “Mmm.....you were right! That was incredible!”

“Yes.....it was.....now...to make it that much better....I'm going to do two more things to heighten it for you – I'm going to blindfold you and gag you.” Laura looked around the room for something sharp, and found a pair of scissors. “I was going to stuff these pads into your mouth, but I think I'll use them as part of your blindfold.”

“Then....what are the scissors for?” Janet asked, out of breath. Laura bent down, and snipped the panties off of Janet. She then rolled them into a ball, holding it up before Janet. “....What are you going to do with those?”

“Really? You really don't know what I'm going to do with these? Did that orgasm of yours drain you of some brain power? These are going to go into your mouth.”

“But....I came in themphn!” Janet mumbled, as Laura pushed the wadded, soaked, lacy garment into Janet's mouth. Holding one hand tightly over the panty-filled cavity, Laura tore off a piece of tape with her free hand and teeth. She smoothly placed it over Janet's mouth, followed by another one layered in such a way that the top of the new piece just covered the bottom of the old one. She repeated this one more time, and followed it up with two pieces going from cheek to cheek, but with the tape running under her chin. She watched as Janet tried to push out the material, but found no such luck in doing so. Laura could feel her own nipples getting hard watching Janet try to do this. She then took one gauze pad and placed it over Janet's eye. Then, she took a piece of tape and taped the gauze pad down, repeating this with the other eye. Janet tested her bonds and gag, finding that she wasn't going anywhere.

“Now....I know you're excited for your guy to show up....so I'm going to wait for him to arrive, then I'm going to let you two have some fun by yourselves.” Laura leaned down, and kissed Janet's forehead. “Thank you for the show! And believe me....it's not that I'm not tempted by you.....it's just that....I'm not to thrilled about being with a guy....” Janet began to struggle and thrash, her words were nothing more than muffled, incoherent gibberish. Laura quietly went downstairs and rummaged through Janet's purse. She found a security card, one for Smythe Industries. Laura then went out of the house, gently closing the door behind her. She reached up to take the wig off, but stopped dead when she heard an all-too familiar voice.

“Excuse me, miss? But, who might you be?” Laura didn't have to turn around to know that the voice belonged to Karen, her best friend.

“Oh....I'm Cheryl,” she lied, changing her voice slightly as to help throw off Karen. “I was just helping my friend Janet home from the club we were celebrating at. She had way too much to drink!”

“Ah....well, I was just curious. You have a safe drive home please.” Karen walked back into her house and shut the door behind her. Laura breathed a sigh of relief. She had no idea that Janet was the woman Mark was cheating with until she pulled into the driveway. Laura knew she'd have to do something nice for her friend later, but right now, she was still on a mission. She got back into the silver colored Mustang and drove off towards Smythe Manufacturing. As she drove, she was going over in her head the layout of the building. She knew that from the main lobby, she would need to take the elevator up to the fourth floor, where the filing cabinet would be. She knew that the keys to the cabinet would be in the desk. She parked a block away and walked towards the front of the building. Swiping the key card, she entered the office and began to head towards the elevator, when she heard approaching footsteps. Making a dash to the right, she came across a small janitorial closet, with a woman who was about her size. Laura quietly crept up behind the woman, encircling one arm around the woman, pinning her arms to her side. Laura took her other hand, pinching the woman's nose and making a seal around her mouth. The woman was caught off guard, struggling to breathe. It didn't take long for her to pass out, however; Laura then stripped the woman of her cleaning uniform, leaving the woman in a pair of shorts and a half-shirt. She paused for a second, wondering why not a simple tee shirt and shorts, but dismissed the thought.

She then set about securing the poor woman with tape, wrapping her hands together several times in front of her, as if she were praying. Laura then tied the woman's hands to her legs and knees, making her appear in a ball. She then wound the tape around the woman's mouth, after stuffing a sponge into it, to reduce any sound she may produce. Laura then slipped on the work smock, zipped it up, and before stepping out of the closet, she readjusted the wig. Satisfied that the wig was secure, she closed the door behind her, and began to push the cleaning cart down the hall towards the elevator. As she passed the front desk, she noticed a security guard sitting there. He was an older man, probably in his forties. He glanced up from the monitor for a second, then went back to looking at it.

“Wait a moment,” the security guard said, stopping Laura. “Where's Kim?”

“Oh, she said there was an emergency at home, so she asked me to fill in tonight. I'm Cheryl,” Laura replied, using the name she used from earlier.

“Must be her mom again....that poor lady....well, if you need anything, I'll be down here,” he replied, and went back to observing the monitors. Laura nodded and glanced over the guard's shoulder to the monitor screen. The focus of the screens were more on the side and back doors, as well as the loading dock. Laura smiled to herself as she pushed the cart into the elevator and selected the fourth floor.