Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Tue Jan 07, 2025 4:43 pm
That sounds good the gas could be odourless and colourless so Judith is busy typing away at her desk, not knowing the gas is seepibg through the vents. Then the cutie starts to feel her eyes drooping, and it's getting even harder to concentrate. She knows that something is amiss but her thoughts are becoming increasingly clouded and she soon forgets basic procedure. Finally with a gentle sigh, she slumps over her keyboard in a deep sleep.
Walking in taking off their gas masks, are Paula and Vicki. "I'am telling you Paula. This gas is the real deal. Look the little cutie is fast asleep, all ready for you." Paula leaps over the tasks, pulls sleeping Judith off her keyboard. "And she's just my size too. Aren't you, Judith? Here..." She yanks off the card around the girls neck throwing it to Vicki. "...Should be enough to get to the higher floors. And get yourself a change of clothes too." Paula then begins to undress Judith, putting on her outfit. "And I will leave you to get acquainted with the brunette cutie, have fun. Paula."
There is something really spectacular about taking out a receptionist to get past her.
Years ago I found a story with a fantastic scene. Sadly there was no uniform steal, but still really great scene. Here it is:
The reception area to the office was non-descript commercial carpeting, some clean grey waiting chairs, a few uninteresting periodicals, and a large wooden reception desk where a young secretary sat, reading a well-used paperback. In her early 20s, with shoulder length blond hair in a pony tail and sharp, inquisitive green eyes, she wore a attractively tight navy dress showing off long, stocking-clad legs. A closed office door was off to her right.
The reception area was empty. A colorful mixture of red, pink, and white roses sat untouched in a cardboard vase to the left side of her desk.
Outside in the 3rd floor hallway, two women huddled together speaking in hushed tones. “It’s been 30 minutes now,” said Meg, the smaller of the two. Short and petite, she had long straight red hair, and small, sharp features. “Guess she doesn’t like roses much,” replied Heather. She was taller, and more curvaceous than Meg with chestnut colored hair and large brown eyes.
Both women were dressed in neatly pressed skirt-shirt uniforms with, “CCL delivery services” emblazoned on the shirt pockets and knee-high black boots. “Plan B?” asked Meg. Without answering, Heather lifted a cardboard box from the floor and started for the reception area. Meg followed quietly.
“Certified delivery,” Heather called out as she approached the blond receptionist. The secretary looked up blankly, showing her surprise. “Never heard of any ‘CCL delivery’ company before,” she said suspiciously. “We’re a new, all female outfit,” Meg answered smugly before Heather shot her a disapproving look. No one spoke for a moment.
“OK,” the receptionist sighed getting up from her desk, “where do I need to sign?” Heather put the box on the table and handed the girl a pen and clipboard. “This line,” she answered. The receptionist grabbed the pen and scribbled something, then jumped back holding her right hand. “Ow! Your pen is sharp,” she said inspecting her right index finger. “Let me see,” Meg said walking methodically around the desk. She looked at the girl’s finger. “I don’t see any blood. Just a little mark.”
The receptionist turned toward Meg when her legs seem to suddenly give out from under her. She swayed as Meg held her standing up. “What.. what… what is happening?” the blond girl asked Meg, her eyes rolling back. "I think I’m… I think I’m going to pass out.”
“You’ll be OK,” Meg replied mechanically, still holding her up. “The old poison pen trick.”
“So dizzy… Why I am so… Ohhh,” her voiced trailed off as she slumped in Meg’s arms, unconscious.
Meg smiled at Heather, then turned her attention to the drugged receptionist. She checked her pulse to make sure she was still breathing, then gently placed her back in her chair. “The anesthetic in the flowers would have been quicker,” Heather stated, looking at the unconscious girl. “Hurry up, Let’s find the office key.”
The two women began searching the desk until they found a locked bottom drawer. They silently began to pry it open, when a soft moaning sound caught their attention. “Mmmm…” the receptionist was half waking up, running her hands to her face, trying to keep her eyes open. Her stocking-clad legs kicked aimlessly from the chair. Meg and Heather looked at each other momentarily, then Meg reached into her shirt pocket and removed a small plastic bag with a white cloth inside.
“Put these on first, you don’t want to touch that stuff,” Heather ordered, handing Meg a pair of black gloves. Meg put on the gloves, then removed the cloth. The receptionist tried in vain to push her away, but had little strength left. Meg covered her nose and mouth with the cloth. At first she seemed to wake up more, the noxious smell causing her eyes to open widely and her legs to kick in the air. She grabbed on tightly to Meg’s shirt pocket.
“Sshhh,” Meg told her keeping the cloth in place. “You are going to go to sleep now.” Within a few seconds the girl’s body slumped back in the chair but she continued her tight hold tightly to Meg’s shirt, her eyes half open, her blond hair now fully out of the pony tail.
“There’s nothing you can do,” Meg told her as her eyes slowly began to close. Still her hand gripped Meg, then finally slid back into her lap. Eyes closed, her legs kicked once, then a second time, then weakly a third time before she became completely still. Meg waited a few more seconds, then removed the cloth. The receptionist’s head slumped to the side and Meg brushed away the hair that now covered her sleeping face.
“Come on, I have the key,” Heather barked. She walked over to the office door and unlocked it. Meg stood for a moment gazing at the beautiful unconscious woman before following Heather into the office. Heather had already moved to a large safe in the back corner and had attached a computerized device to the lock. A series of numbers flashed across the screen as the decoder deciphered the code. The safe opened with a loud pop. Heather reached inside and removed a tan envelope.