A Weight Off Your Mind :- A Chloe Tanaka USB Story
Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2025 9:40 am
Everyone's favourite psychotic mercenary on the USB is back in action following her successful infiltration of General Krishenkov’s in the midst of the harsh Russian winter. In her next assignment Chloe has travelled to sunnier climes, to Melbourne Australia on a curious if lucrative job. She has been hired by a coach to impersonate a bikini weightlifter to make sure she “competes” despite the girl's misgivings. But first she must infiltrate the venue to receive her instructions and for that she needs a change of clothes…
The Q Events Space, Melbourne Australia, Wednesday 12th November 2023 11:15am
Another day, another ventilation shaft thought Chloe Tanaka as she shuffled on her belly along the stuffily hot duct towards the women's bathroom dressed only in her leather catsuit. At least I'm not freezing my tits off in Russia, this sunshine is more my speed. Pausing to fan herself with her hand, Chloe reviewed her contact. Unlike the contract in Madrid, which on that occasion she had the distinct pleasure of working with her lover Lexi to assassinate a bitchy tennis pro, this one was more intriguing. Chloe had been hired by a coach to impersonate his competitor due to the girls reluctance to compete in the bikini weight lift competition in Melbourne over some personal drama. Chloe didn't really care about the girl's reasons, only for the $10 million dollar paycheck she would get. Saying that, she did have to look up bikini weightlifting, surprised that was a thing and all she had to do was pose in a bikini, which was something she had the body for.
Finally arriving at a ventilation duct overlooking a toilet cubicle, Chloe waited for a mark to arrive so she could get a change of clothes and an event pass. Boy, it's just too hot even for my blood. I hope a girl comes along soon. Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Chloe tensed feeling the anticipation of a kill building in her heart. Peering below, she saw a young pretty blonde woman enter the cubicle with a sweet oval face, high cheekbones and doe shaped pale green eyes framed by long dark blonde shoulder length hair. She was dressed in a loose but fashionable beige top, tight black leggings and white sneakers, an event pass looped over her neck dangled just below her B-cup breasts on a black lanyard marked with “staff” in white lettering. Chloe smiled as the blonde pulled down her leggings and solid white lace trim thong, seating herself on the toilet bowl. I like her outfit, it will fit me just fine. Taking out her mini screwdriver, Chloe unscrewed the vent cover carefully so as not to spook her prey hearing the trickle of her water into the basin.
Letting out a sigh of relief as her bladder emptied, 23 year old Team Chou member Chrissy Bennet relaxed on the toilet seat, her thoughts turning to coach Brunner and his trouble with Ms Chou. Poor Gavin having to put up with another of Tracey's tantrums. So what if her boyfriend has cheated on her…again? It's her own bloody fault for not ditching the prick the first time, she can't let it get in the way of winning this title. Ugh! It should be me competing. I have the body for-”Ugh!” Chrissy squeaked in pain as she felt a wire loop around her slender neck. Instinctively her hands shot up trying to pull the wire from her neck, but her attacker pulled harder and harder, choking her windpipe. “Don't worry blondie. It will all be over soon and I will soon be wearing your clothes!” Hissed a female American accent in Chrissy's ear, her legs kicking in desperation, piss still trickling into the bowl. She then heard the snap crack of her hyoid bone. Letting out a low death rattle, the young woman slumped dead on the toilet, her arms hanging limply from her sides, the last of her water trickling from her womanhood into the basin legs spread wide.
Unwinding her garrote from around the dead woman's neck, Chloe dropped from the open hatch of the vent landing on her feet with a feline-like grace between the blonde's outspread legs. “Hmm, nice pussy.” Chloe quipped admiring the dead girl's small wet pink clitoris crowned by a faint trimmed strip of dark blonde fuzz. Glancing at the thin red cut around the woman's neck, the young mercenary nodded appreciatively at her handiwork before taking the blonde's event pass. “Nothing personal…Chrissy.” She said reading the name on the pass before yanking it from her neck and resting it on the toilet paper holder then closed her accusing green eyes.
Ignoring the smell of stale urine, Chloe unzipped her catsuit letting drop to her feet before turning back to the half naked Chrissy. “Let's get you naked, you sure won't be needing your clothes anymore.” Kneeling by the dead girl's feet Chloe removed the blonde's leggings and thong from around her ankles, relieved that in her struggles Chrissy hadn't pissed all over them. Pulling the clothing up her legs, Chloe unlaced the dead woman's trainers pulling them off the corpse along with the white cotton ankle socks. After lacing up the trainers, finding them to be just her size the mercenary held up Chrissy's arms sliding up her beige top, taking care not to sully the garment with the girl's blood seeping from her neck. Then reaching around the blondes back, Chloe unhooked her bra, getting a good look at her small buoyant B-cup breasts with dark pink circular perky areolas.
“Your tits aren't bad either, babe.” Chloe winked at the corpse snapping on the stolen bra. “Too bad you won't use them anymore.” Pulling on the girls top, she smiled, liking the general feel of the outfit and how much cooler she felt. “Thanks for your help, Chrissy. Your outfit looks better on me than on you, I might just keep it.” After folding up her catsuit and shoving it into the duct, Chloe replaced the duct cover then scooped up Chrissy's handbag putting her fiber wire inside, looping it over her shoulder, then put on her event pass. Climbing out of the cubicle, leaving Chrissy's attractive nude corpse to cool Chloe fetched an out of order sign from the cupboard, sticking on the door.
Passing the mirror Chloe took out her smartphone. “Hi, I'm Chrissy Bennett. Pleased to meet you.” She practiced with her passable Australian accent before sending a text to coach Gavin Brunner. ‘ CT In position. Ready for the meet up to discuss details.’ she got an answering buzz almost immediately. ‘GB. Meet you in the coffee lounge, in the foyer.’ Replacing her smart phone in Chrissy's handbag, Chloe swept from the ladies room.
The Q Events Space, Central Foyer, 11:24am
As she stalked through the bustling foyer in her stolen outfit towards the coffee lounge, Chloe noted a few young men and women dressed in black short sleeve polo shirts with blue stripes on the shoulders, collars and underarms, the logo of the Australian Weightlifting Federation on their left breasts, black trousers and trainers. Who were carrying large cases to and fro. Officials or trainers maybe, I have no idea. Shaking the thought from her head, Chloe had reached the coffee lounge finding it full with customers. Scanning the various faces, Chloe looked for the bald head and thick heavy set frame of coach Gavin Brunner, a man she had only previously spoken to via Skype. It didn't take for her to pickout the man from the crowd, sitting in a private corner and wearing a red tracksuit with ‘Team Chou’ stencilled in white on his breast. Catching his eye, she nodded walking towards him weaving her way past a young waitress.
“So you're the, uh, mercenary that I spoke to on Skype?” Coach Brunner remarked as Chloe slid into the booth sitting opposite him. “I’ll say it again, you aren't half a bloody dead ringer for Tracey. No one will know the difference.” Chloe leaned back into the seat smiling. “I believe that's why you hired me, Mr Brunner. Now as we say in America, time to get down to brass tacks. You do have instructions on how to proceed, I trust?” Brunner looked around nervously with his watery blue eyes. “Just something before we begin, Ms Tanaka. I want this all done with no blood being shed, you understand me?” Chloe blinked, keeping her cool but inside she was pissed. Oh shit! Why didn't you say something before? Why leave it till now? Fucking moron. Well I guess I shouldn't tell him about Chrissy… “Of course, Mr Brunner. You can count on my complete discretion.” The man nodded but gasped as his eyes flashed with recognition at the name on the pass around Chloe's neck.
“Oh my god! Chrissy, that's my assistant!” He whispered in shock. “Please tell me you didn't…” Chloe's face remained impassive. “She's fine Mr Brunner. Chrissy is in the ladies room all tied up and enjoying a naked nap.” She lied, her face straight as a razor. “Now if we could get down to business. Time is money.” Brunner nodded, wringing his pudgy hands on the table. “Of course, sorry. Tracey is due for her tanning session within the hour and this is how I can get you in. Our appointment is in half an hour with a female tanner from the Weightlifting Federation. I need you to intercept her in the car park around the back and steal her clothes and pass.” Chloe sighed. “Am I supposed to know who or what she looks like? I need more details.” The coach glared at her impatiently. “You must have seen them up and about in the foyer in uniform, lugging around big cases? That's them. Besides, I have a name and a photograph.” He took out his phone and quickly texted her under the table. Hearing her own phone vibrate in Chrissy's bag she took it out.
“Samantha Burnside, 24. Pretty little thing. Looks like she'll be here in thirty minutes.” She said, glancing at the cute heart shaped face, slender cheekbones and almond shaped blue eyes that stared back at her. Long brown hair tied into a ponytail with a blue scrunchie. Replacing her smartphone back into her bag, Chloe looped it over her shoulder. “And once I have impersonated the tanner, what about Tracey?” Coach Brunner patted his trouser pocket. “Don't worry, I have a little something from the team doctor. It should keep Tracey out for 3 hours and she won't remember a thing.” Nodding she rose from her seat “Good. I will be back before you know it.” She winked, just as a young redheaded waitress sauntered up. “G’day! Welcome to Café Nero’s! Are you ready to order?” She asked in a thick sing-song Australian accent. Chloe flashed her a smile. “Sorry babe, I was just leaving but I think my friend here could use something strong.” With that Chloe slipped past the young waitress, leaving the nervous coach with his thoughts.
As she left the coffee lounge heading towards the parking lot, Chloe sighed, the coach's words still echoing in her eyes. “‘I want all this done without any blood being shed…” she said under her breath cursing the stupidity of the male gender. “Oh shit…” she mouthed walking through the double automatic doors.
The Q Events Space Rear Parking Lot, 11:52am
After almost half an hour of mind numbing boredom waiting for the tanner, Chloe had finally caught sight of a blue Volkswagen golf pulling into the car park with a single young woman behind the wheel, dressed in the uniform of a AWF tanning artist, sunglasses covering her pretty blue eyes. Looking at the picture than at the woman as she parked her car in a secluded corner, away from prying eyes Chloe smiled. "Looks like you're my girl, unlucky you. Sweetness.” Sliding her phone back into her handbag, Chloe strode up to the young brunette as she was getting out of her car.
Locking up her car, Samantha Burnside turned to see a pretty auburn haired girl of mixed asian heritage approach her. The pass hanging around her neck identified her as ‘Chrissy Bennett’. The girl flashed her a warm, friendly smile holding out her hand. “Good morning! My name is Chrissy Bennett. I'm coach Brunner's assistant and he asked me to greet you in person.” Samantha took the girl's hand returning the shake with a firm grip. “Samantha Burnside. But you can call me Sam. I must say that’s very generous of him. Just let me get my equipment from the trunk and I’ll be right with you.” Chrissy nodded a wide grin on her face taking a step back. “Of course. After you, Sam.” Unlocking her cars trunk, Samantha leaned in to pick up her equipment. “It's a beautiful day isn't it? And only getting hotter.” she heard Chrissy say behind her. The pretty young tanner nodded. “Yeah, I heard on the radio it's going to be a scorcher-mmmph!” Suddenly, Chrissy clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise and an arm snaking around her neck, pulling Samantha backwards.
Holding Samantha in a rear dragon choke, Chloe tightened her arm around her throat cutting the blood flow to her neck. “You know bitch, you're making it really hard for me to not to break your neck…” she hissed in Samantha's ear as the woman's arms shot up trying to poke her in the eye. “...so stop struggling!” Constricting the brunette's blood flow further, Chloe heard her let out a choked rattle of breath as her struggles ceased, arms dropping uselessly to her sides, her body hanging limply in Chloe's grasp. Panting from the arousal, Chloe looked down at the pretty unconscious girl caressing her face. I could do it right now, one little twist and no-one will know. But if I do then I risk voiding the contract. Fuck… “You're lucky that I'm in a merciful mood, Sam.” She quipped, taking off the woman's shades and putting them on. “Now let's get you stripped. I have a contract to complete.” Taking the limp woman under the shoulders, Chloe dragged her around to the rear passenger doors. After unlocking the car with Samantha's key she bundled the brunette on the back side, before straddling her and shutting the door.
Once she had stripped off the clothing and pass of Chrissy Bennett, but leaving on her underwear Chloe folded the clothes and put them on the backseat. Looping the woman's pass over her head, she unlaced Samantha's black sneakers pulling them from her feet along with her pink cotton socks. Unzipping the brunette’s black denim jeans, Chloe worked them off her slender hips peeling them down her long divine legs. “Mmm, not exactly my favourite colour so you can keep those, sweetie.” Chloe quipped seeing the dark pink lace trim panties covering Samantha's intimate area, decorated with a cute little ribbon on the hem line. After pulling up the jeans, finding them a little tight, she flicked up Samantha's arms, sliding her polo shirt up over head and letting her arms flop back onto the car seat. Admiring the matching cropped camisole covering her small but lush breasts, Chloe felt her tits perk up at the sight of Samantha's nipples peeking through the thin fabric.
“Usually, I would have taken the time to enjoy your sexy body, Sam but I’m on a tight schedule. My apologies.” Chloe smiled pulling on the brunette's polo shirt and once she had laced up the girl's trainers, she took Samantha’s scantily clad body by her ankles dragging her around to the car trunk and tipping her inside then placed Chrissy's folded up clothes and event pass next to her feet. Using the duct tape from her trunk, Chloe taped up Samantha's wrists and ankles before loosening her scrunchie, stuffing it into her mouth before sealing it shut with a strip tape. “Nighty night, Sam. Stick around and maybe I’ll see you soon.” She winked at the unconscious bound brunette, picking up her equipment case then slamming the door shut locking it. Chuckling she looped the heavy case over her case and took out her phone. CT. Phase two complete. Meet you in the foyer. She texted Brunner as she approached the rear entrance.
The Q Events Space Entrance Foyer, 12:05pm
“Ah Miss Burnside, isn't it? You're running a little late.” Coach Brunner shook Chloe's hand making a show of meeting her all over again. Chloe merely cocked her head. “Well you know how it is, Mr Brunner? I just woke up this morning and had trouble getting dressed.” Brunner shot her a wide eyed surprised look at her joke. “Well then, if you follow me I’ll take you to Ms Chou.” Opening his arm wide he let her take the first step, before falling into step beside her. “I hope you were…gentle with Ms Burnside.” He whispered into her ear as they walked through the foyer towards the changing room. “Don't worry, coach. She's sleeping in her trunk quite naked and all it took was a little choke out.” The coach sighed, slipping the syringe into her hand. “This is for Tracey and I trust you'll be more accommodating to her.” He said gravely, holding the door to the changing room for her. Chloe smiled, taking Samantha's shades off and slotting them into the polo shirt's collar. “I won't harm a hair on her pretty little head…much.” She winked slipping past the coach.
Team Chou Dressing Room, 12:10pm
When she entered the dressing room, Chloe did a double take as she saw a distraught Tracey Chou sat on the sofa in the middle of the room wearing only a gold sequinned bikini and the number 4 stuck on her hip. The girl was practically a carbon copy of her, with the same shade of auburn hair, blue eyes and similar facial structure. Only it seemed that she was of Chinese descent and not Japanese but it wasn't like anyone could tell the difference anyway. It's like looking in a mirror. Christ, would I have turned out like this if I didn't follow the family tradition? Shoot me now. “ Tracey? This is Samantha and she's here to get you ready for the big event.” The girl's head shot up, tear stained and full of rage.
She let out a snarl of rage, making Brunner duck as she hurled her smartphone at him. “Fuck off, Gavin! I already told you that I’m not performing today, damn it! Not since Brandon's fucking dumped me by text and ran off with that skanky Emily!” The coach sighed, shaking his head. “It didn't have to be this way, Tracey. Why didn't you just forget about Brandon and focus on your career?!” He yelled back. Tracey gritted her teeth. “Spoken like every old fart who's never been in love!” Chloe could see the coach's eye twitch. That had struck a nerve. Dropping the tanning kit she took out the needle, slowly circling the girl. “I'm sorry Tracey but you are going to compete whether you want to or not.” The young bikini clad girl leaned back crossing her legs. “Oh yeah?! And just how do you propose to do that old man?!” Holding the needle behind her back, Chloe fixed her doppelganger with an icy stare.
“You know my parents taught me to have respect for one's elders.” She said inching her way behind the sofa. Tracey's head shot around. “And who the fuck are you? You sound just as condescending as that cow Chrissy…” Her voice trailed off as a look of recognition passed across her face. “Wait? You look exactly like me! How is that possible?!” Coach Brunner sighed, pinching his nose. “All of your bloody temper tantrums have forced my hand, Tracey. She is your alternate.” The bikini clad competitor rounded on him taking her eyes off Chloe. “What do you mean my bloody altern-mmmph!” Chloe had moved quickly grasping her hand over her doppelganger's mouth. “It means, princess, that I will be you for the afternoon….” She said, plunging the sedative into her neck “... and believe me I'm not relishing that one bit.” Chloe hissed, pressing the plunger releasing the drug into her system. Coach Brunner looked away, closing his eyes as Chloe held the struggling Tracey Chou in place, feeling the girl's struggles get weaker and weaker until she slumped unconscious with a low muffled sigh, the drug reaching her brain.
“If you're squeamish Mr Brunner, perhaps you should look away for the next part too.” Chloe lowered the unconscious Tracey onto the sofa as the coach held his shaking head in his hands. “I’ll…I’ll go keep watch while you…attend to Tracey.” He stammered before quickly storming from the room, leaving Chloe alone with her sleeping doppelganger. “I'm all ready when you are, Tracey.” Chloe began to strip off the uniform she had stolen from Samantha, including the underwear she had taken from Brunner's former assistant. Now completely naked she straddled the unconscious Tracey, marvelling at their likeness.
“You know Tracey, it really is like looking into a mirror.” Chloe removed the girl's jewellery; ear studs, a necklace with her name on it and a dolphin shaped navel piercing before slipping off her gold sequin heels, putting them on. “Between you and I, Tracey. Your coach is a complete dick, so maybe it's a good job I didn't tell him about Chrissy, eh?” She asked rhetorically, stripping off the number off Tracey's hip before unlacing the bikini from her lush young body. “Mmm, you certainly have the body to show off don't you girl. Too bad you haven't got the brains to go with it.” Lacing on Tracey's bikini Chloe admired the young woman's small but pointed breasts with puffy dark pink areolas and full clean shaven clitoris with a tidy pert little butt you could bounce a nickel off. “You can come in now coach, the show is over.” She smiled getting off the sleeping, naked Tracey and folding up Samantha's uniform, placing it on the table.
As the coach walked back into the changing room, he blinked doing a double take. “Bloody hell! When I first met you I thought you shared a strong passing resemblance with Tracey, but this is just uncanny!” His eyes then looked at his naked charge letting out a disgusted sound. “Ugh! You could have covered her over after…you know!” He snarled, pulling a blanket over her naked form. Chloe sighed adjusting her stolen bikini. “You paid me to become her, not be her chambermaid. Now shall we get this over with.” Brunner rose from tucking Tracey in, walking over to the tanners equipment box.
“Not so fast, Ms Tanaka. First you need to look the part.” He said, taking out the spray tan looking at her body. Chloe shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. “Oh no, no, no. If I want to get a tan, I will do a spot of sunbathing. Not become as orange as Donald Trump.” The coach approached her, spray tan in hand. “Look, it's the rules alright. Why do you think we had to book the tanner in the first place? Besides, it's not permanent and you can wash it off in the shower.” Chloe looked at the spray can then thought about the cold hard cash payout she would be getting at the end of the contract. She sighed. “All right, do your worst coach.” Opening her arms and legs out wide, she let Coach Brunner spray her down. The things I do for money. Sometimes, I surprise myself. She thought, feeling the cool spray on her bare skin.
“Alright, we're all set to go. Are you ready to go? Ms Tanaka?” The young mercenary flashed him a wink. “I was born ready, coach. Lead the way.” Falling into step behind Brunner, Chloe followed him towards the stage. In a fleeting thought of nostalgia, Chloe was reminded off the time she and Lexi had strutted their naked bodies in the Milan fashion show for Lagerfeld. I wish Lexi was here with me, she's got one hell of a body. Thinking about her lover, Chloe grinned as the pair pushed through the double doors.
One Hour Later, 13:15pm
The contest went on for over an hour and Chloe was surprised to learn despite her initial research, that there was little to no actual weight lifting involved, of which she was very relieved to learn. All she had to do was to smile, pose for the camera and show off her lithe, sexy body. Something which she knew all about and was quite comfortable with doing. While she didn't win, coming second to some air headed platinum blonde from Bondi beach Chloe was overall quite satisfied with her performance and felt quite liberated. But most importantly, Brunner was also impressed despite their poor working relationship.
After spending 15 minutes showering off the spray tan and drying herself, Chloe redressed in Samantha's uniform and Chrissy's bra and thong before heading back to the preparation area. She came to see Coach Brunner, checking on the still unconscious Tracey Chou who was back in her bikini. “Well you may not be much of a people person, but your reputation speaks for itself.” He said rising up to meet her, taking out his phone. “So about my payment, Mr Brunner?” She put on Samantha's sunglasses. “I assume everything is in order?” The bald man nodded, making a quick text to his bank. “Don't worry, I’am a man of my word. I have sent a transfer confirmation to your Cayman Islands account as agreed. Plus a little bit extra for keeping your hands clean. Call it a bonus for showing your discretion. The money should be in your account in 10 minutes. ”
Flashing him a nervous smile, Chloe held out her hand. “Pleasure, doing business with you Mr Brunner.” Glancing at her outstretched hand, the coach reluctantly shook it. “If it's all the same to you, I’d rather we not meet again, understand?” He said darkly, withdrawing his hand a little quickly. Picking up the tanner's equipment she winked at him before striding out of the changing rooms, and through the foyer towards the rear car park. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Well at least no one has found Chrissy yet…”
The Rear Car Park, 13:21pm
Coming to Samantha's car, Chloe was greeted by the sounds of dull banging and muffled female moans from the car trunk. The young mercenary rolled her eyes. This is why I hate leaving people alive. They are less of a hassle when they are dead.But I’am sweating in this uniform and I want to put on Chrissy's outfit, which is much more comfortable. “Mmmmph!” The scantily clad Samantha screamed through her tape gag as Chloe opened the trunk, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded with her eyes for freedom. “Shut up, bitch! Or I will wring that pretty little neck of yours, clear?” The brunette whimpered through her gag but nodded in understanding, flashing her that same puppy dog look from before. Her eyes widened as Chloe stripped out of her stolen uniform. “What?” Chloe shrugged as she pulled on Chrissy’s outfit. “I could barely breathe in your outfit, babe.” Samantha whimpered behind her gag as her clothes were thrown on top of her. Just as she pulled on the beige top, Chloe heard her phone vibrate from Samantha’s trouser pocket.
The mercenary flashed her a wink as she looked down at the message from her bank. Transaction:- $10 million USD complete. Available funds $66 million USD. Putting her phone into Chrissy's handbag, Chloe cocked her head down at the scantily clad Samantha. “I'm sorry babe, but you are now surplus to requirements.” She said with a mischievous dark smile. The pretty brunette began to cry, rearing back from Chloe's outstretched hand reaching for her throat. “And I don't like to leave loose ends.” She then diverted her touch cupping the woman's breast, fondling the nipples through her camisole, eliciting half muffled screams, half moans of arousal from her captive. “But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun first. Good night, honey. For now.” Laughing she grasped the struggling girl's throat, pinching her vagus nerve. Samantha’s screams were cut short with a short aroused squeak as she slumped unconscious into the trunk. Throwing Samantha's kit inside, Chloe locked up the trunk then slid into the driver's seat, switching on the engine.
Pulling out of the car park, Chloe leaned back into the seat sighing in satisfaction feeling the warm Australian sun on her face. She had been paid in full for a job well done and had successfully tricked her client. Soon, even the naked brunette in the trunk would become just another weight off her mind.
The Q Events Space, Melbourne Australia, Wednesday 12th November 2023 11:15am
Another day, another ventilation shaft thought Chloe Tanaka as she shuffled on her belly along the stuffily hot duct towards the women's bathroom dressed only in her leather catsuit. At least I'm not freezing my tits off in Russia, this sunshine is more my speed. Pausing to fan herself with her hand, Chloe reviewed her contact. Unlike the contract in Madrid, which on that occasion she had the distinct pleasure of working with her lover Lexi to assassinate a bitchy tennis pro, this one was more intriguing. Chloe had been hired by a coach to impersonate his competitor due to the girls reluctance to compete in the bikini weight lift competition in Melbourne over some personal drama. Chloe didn't really care about the girl's reasons, only for the $10 million dollar paycheck she would get. Saying that, she did have to look up bikini weightlifting, surprised that was a thing and all she had to do was pose in a bikini, which was something she had the body for.
Finally arriving at a ventilation duct overlooking a toilet cubicle, Chloe waited for a mark to arrive so she could get a change of clothes and an event pass. Boy, it's just too hot even for my blood. I hope a girl comes along soon. Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Chloe tensed feeling the anticipation of a kill building in her heart. Peering below, she saw a young pretty blonde woman enter the cubicle with a sweet oval face, high cheekbones and doe shaped pale green eyes framed by long dark blonde shoulder length hair. She was dressed in a loose but fashionable beige top, tight black leggings and white sneakers, an event pass looped over her neck dangled just below her B-cup breasts on a black lanyard marked with “staff” in white lettering. Chloe smiled as the blonde pulled down her leggings and solid white lace trim thong, seating herself on the toilet bowl. I like her outfit, it will fit me just fine. Taking out her mini screwdriver, Chloe unscrewed the vent cover carefully so as not to spook her prey hearing the trickle of her water into the basin.
Letting out a sigh of relief as her bladder emptied, 23 year old Team Chou member Chrissy Bennet relaxed on the toilet seat, her thoughts turning to coach Brunner and his trouble with Ms Chou. Poor Gavin having to put up with another of Tracey's tantrums. So what if her boyfriend has cheated on her…again? It's her own bloody fault for not ditching the prick the first time, she can't let it get in the way of winning this title. Ugh! It should be me competing. I have the body for-”Ugh!” Chrissy squeaked in pain as she felt a wire loop around her slender neck. Instinctively her hands shot up trying to pull the wire from her neck, but her attacker pulled harder and harder, choking her windpipe. “Don't worry blondie. It will all be over soon and I will soon be wearing your clothes!” Hissed a female American accent in Chrissy's ear, her legs kicking in desperation, piss still trickling into the bowl. She then heard the snap crack of her hyoid bone. Letting out a low death rattle, the young woman slumped dead on the toilet, her arms hanging limply from her sides, the last of her water trickling from her womanhood into the basin legs spread wide.
Unwinding her garrote from around the dead woman's neck, Chloe dropped from the open hatch of the vent landing on her feet with a feline-like grace between the blonde's outspread legs. “Hmm, nice pussy.” Chloe quipped admiring the dead girl's small wet pink clitoris crowned by a faint trimmed strip of dark blonde fuzz. Glancing at the thin red cut around the woman's neck, the young mercenary nodded appreciatively at her handiwork before taking the blonde's event pass. “Nothing personal…Chrissy.” She said reading the name on the pass before yanking it from her neck and resting it on the toilet paper holder then closed her accusing green eyes.
Ignoring the smell of stale urine, Chloe unzipped her catsuit letting drop to her feet before turning back to the half naked Chrissy. “Let's get you naked, you sure won't be needing your clothes anymore.” Kneeling by the dead girl's feet Chloe removed the blonde's leggings and thong from around her ankles, relieved that in her struggles Chrissy hadn't pissed all over them. Pulling the clothing up her legs, Chloe unlaced the dead woman's trainers pulling them off the corpse along with the white cotton ankle socks. After lacing up the trainers, finding them to be just her size the mercenary held up Chrissy's arms sliding up her beige top, taking care not to sully the garment with the girl's blood seeping from her neck. Then reaching around the blondes back, Chloe unhooked her bra, getting a good look at her small buoyant B-cup breasts with dark pink circular perky areolas.
“Your tits aren't bad either, babe.” Chloe winked at the corpse snapping on the stolen bra. “Too bad you won't use them anymore.” Pulling on the girls top, she smiled, liking the general feel of the outfit and how much cooler she felt. “Thanks for your help, Chrissy. Your outfit looks better on me than on you, I might just keep it.” After folding up her catsuit and shoving it into the duct, Chloe replaced the duct cover then scooped up Chrissy's handbag putting her fiber wire inside, looping it over her shoulder, then put on her event pass. Climbing out of the cubicle, leaving Chrissy's attractive nude corpse to cool Chloe fetched an out of order sign from the cupboard, sticking on the door.
Passing the mirror Chloe took out her smartphone. “Hi, I'm Chrissy Bennett. Pleased to meet you.” She practiced with her passable Australian accent before sending a text to coach Gavin Brunner. ‘ CT In position. Ready for the meet up to discuss details.’ she got an answering buzz almost immediately. ‘GB. Meet you in the coffee lounge, in the foyer.’ Replacing her smart phone in Chrissy's handbag, Chloe swept from the ladies room.
The Q Events Space, Central Foyer, 11:24am
As she stalked through the bustling foyer in her stolen outfit towards the coffee lounge, Chloe noted a few young men and women dressed in black short sleeve polo shirts with blue stripes on the shoulders, collars and underarms, the logo of the Australian Weightlifting Federation on their left breasts, black trousers and trainers. Who were carrying large cases to and fro. Officials or trainers maybe, I have no idea. Shaking the thought from her head, Chloe had reached the coffee lounge finding it full with customers. Scanning the various faces, Chloe looked for the bald head and thick heavy set frame of coach Gavin Brunner, a man she had only previously spoken to via Skype. It didn't take for her to pickout the man from the crowd, sitting in a private corner and wearing a red tracksuit with ‘Team Chou’ stencilled in white on his breast. Catching his eye, she nodded walking towards him weaving her way past a young waitress.
“So you're the, uh, mercenary that I spoke to on Skype?” Coach Brunner remarked as Chloe slid into the booth sitting opposite him. “I’ll say it again, you aren't half a bloody dead ringer for Tracey. No one will know the difference.” Chloe leaned back into the seat smiling. “I believe that's why you hired me, Mr Brunner. Now as we say in America, time to get down to brass tacks. You do have instructions on how to proceed, I trust?” Brunner looked around nervously with his watery blue eyes. “Just something before we begin, Ms Tanaka. I want this all done with no blood being shed, you understand me?” Chloe blinked, keeping her cool but inside she was pissed. Oh shit! Why didn't you say something before? Why leave it till now? Fucking moron. Well I guess I shouldn't tell him about Chrissy… “Of course, Mr Brunner. You can count on my complete discretion.” The man nodded but gasped as his eyes flashed with recognition at the name on the pass around Chloe's neck.
“Oh my god! Chrissy, that's my assistant!” He whispered in shock. “Please tell me you didn't…” Chloe's face remained impassive. “She's fine Mr Brunner. Chrissy is in the ladies room all tied up and enjoying a naked nap.” She lied, her face straight as a razor. “Now if we could get down to business. Time is money.” Brunner nodded, wringing his pudgy hands on the table. “Of course, sorry. Tracey is due for her tanning session within the hour and this is how I can get you in. Our appointment is in half an hour with a female tanner from the Weightlifting Federation. I need you to intercept her in the car park around the back and steal her clothes and pass.” Chloe sighed. “Am I supposed to know who or what she looks like? I need more details.” The coach glared at her impatiently. “You must have seen them up and about in the foyer in uniform, lugging around big cases? That's them. Besides, I have a name and a photograph.” He took out his phone and quickly texted her under the table. Hearing her own phone vibrate in Chrissy's bag she took it out.
“Samantha Burnside, 24. Pretty little thing. Looks like she'll be here in thirty minutes.” She said, glancing at the cute heart shaped face, slender cheekbones and almond shaped blue eyes that stared back at her. Long brown hair tied into a ponytail with a blue scrunchie. Replacing her smartphone back into her bag, Chloe looped it over her shoulder. “And once I have impersonated the tanner, what about Tracey?” Coach Brunner patted his trouser pocket. “Don't worry, I have a little something from the team doctor. It should keep Tracey out for 3 hours and she won't remember a thing.” Nodding she rose from her seat “Good. I will be back before you know it.” She winked, just as a young redheaded waitress sauntered up. “G’day! Welcome to Café Nero’s! Are you ready to order?” She asked in a thick sing-song Australian accent. Chloe flashed her a smile. “Sorry babe, I was just leaving but I think my friend here could use something strong.” With that Chloe slipped past the young waitress, leaving the nervous coach with his thoughts.
As she left the coffee lounge heading towards the parking lot, Chloe sighed, the coach's words still echoing in her eyes. “‘I want all this done without any blood being shed…” she said under her breath cursing the stupidity of the male gender. “Oh shit…” she mouthed walking through the double automatic doors.
The Q Events Space Rear Parking Lot, 11:52am
After almost half an hour of mind numbing boredom waiting for the tanner, Chloe had finally caught sight of a blue Volkswagen golf pulling into the car park with a single young woman behind the wheel, dressed in the uniform of a AWF tanning artist, sunglasses covering her pretty blue eyes. Looking at the picture than at the woman as she parked her car in a secluded corner, away from prying eyes Chloe smiled. "Looks like you're my girl, unlucky you. Sweetness.” Sliding her phone back into her handbag, Chloe strode up to the young brunette as she was getting out of her car.
Locking up her car, Samantha Burnside turned to see a pretty auburn haired girl of mixed asian heritage approach her. The pass hanging around her neck identified her as ‘Chrissy Bennett’. The girl flashed her a warm, friendly smile holding out her hand. “Good morning! My name is Chrissy Bennett. I'm coach Brunner's assistant and he asked me to greet you in person.” Samantha took the girl's hand returning the shake with a firm grip. “Samantha Burnside. But you can call me Sam. I must say that’s very generous of him. Just let me get my equipment from the trunk and I’ll be right with you.” Chrissy nodded a wide grin on her face taking a step back. “Of course. After you, Sam.” Unlocking her cars trunk, Samantha leaned in to pick up her equipment. “It's a beautiful day isn't it? And only getting hotter.” she heard Chrissy say behind her. The pretty young tanner nodded. “Yeah, I heard on the radio it's going to be a scorcher-mmmph!” Suddenly, Chrissy clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise and an arm snaking around her neck, pulling Samantha backwards.
Holding Samantha in a rear dragon choke, Chloe tightened her arm around her throat cutting the blood flow to her neck. “You know bitch, you're making it really hard for me to not to break your neck…” she hissed in Samantha's ear as the woman's arms shot up trying to poke her in the eye. “...so stop struggling!” Constricting the brunette's blood flow further, Chloe heard her let out a choked rattle of breath as her struggles ceased, arms dropping uselessly to her sides, her body hanging limply in Chloe's grasp. Panting from the arousal, Chloe looked down at the pretty unconscious girl caressing her face. I could do it right now, one little twist and no-one will know. But if I do then I risk voiding the contract. Fuck… “You're lucky that I'm in a merciful mood, Sam.” She quipped, taking off the woman's shades and putting them on. “Now let's get you stripped. I have a contract to complete.” Taking the limp woman under the shoulders, Chloe dragged her around to the rear passenger doors. After unlocking the car with Samantha's key she bundled the brunette on the back side, before straddling her and shutting the door.
Once she had stripped off the clothing and pass of Chrissy Bennett, but leaving on her underwear Chloe folded the clothes and put them on the backseat. Looping the woman's pass over her head, she unlaced Samantha's black sneakers pulling them from her feet along with her pink cotton socks. Unzipping the brunette’s black denim jeans, Chloe worked them off her slender hips peeling them down her long divine legs. “Mmm, not exactly my favourite colour so you can keep those, sweetie.” Chloe quipped seeing the dark pink lace trim panties covering Samantha's intimate area, decorated with a cute little ribbon on the hem line. After pulling up the jeans, finding them a little tight, she flicked up Samantha's arms, sliding her polo shirt up over head and letting her arms flop back onto the car seat. Admiring the matching cropped camisole covering her small but lush breasts, Chloe felt her tits perk up at the sight of Samantha's nipples peeking through the thin fabric.
“Usually, I would have taken the time to enjoy your sexy body, Sam but I’m on a tight schedule. My apologies.” Chloe smiled pulling on the brunette's polo shirt and once she had laced up the girl's trainers, she took Samantha’s scantily clad body by her ankles dragging her around to the car trunk and tipping her inside then placed Chrissy's folded up clothes and event pass next to her feet. Using the duct tape from her trunk, Chloe taped up Samantha's wrists and ankles before loosening her scrunchie, stuffing it into her mouth before sealing it shut with a strip tape. “Nighty night, Sam. Stick around and maybe I’ll see you soon.” She winked at the unconscious bound brunette, picking up her equipment case then slamming the door shut locking it. Chuckling she looped the heavy case over her case and took out her phone. CT. Phase two complete. Meet you in the foyer. She texted Brunner as she approached the rear entrance.
The Q Events Space Entrance Foyer, 12:05pm
“Ah Miss Burnside, isn't it? You're running a little late.” Coach Brunner shook Chloe's hand making a show of meeting her all over again. Chloe merely cocked her head. “Well you know how it is, Mr Brunner? I just woke up this morning and had trouble getting dressed.” Brunner shot her a wide eyed surprised look at her joke. “Well then, if you follow me I’ll take you to Ms Chou.” Opening his arm wide he let her take the first step, before falling into step beside her. “I hope you were…gentle with Ms Burnside.” He whispered into her ear as they walked through the foyer towards the changing room. “Don't worry, coach. She's sleeping in her trunk quite naked and all it took was a little choke out.” The coach sighed, slipping the syringe into her hand. “This is for Tracey and I trust you'll be more accommodating to her.” He said gravely, holding the door to the changing room for her. Chloe smiled, taking Samantha's shades off and slotting them into the polo shirt's collar. “I won't harm a hair on her pretty little head…much.” She winked slipping past the coach.
Team Chou Dressing Room, 12:10pm
When she entered the dressing room, Chloe did a double take as she saw a distraught Tracey Chou sat on the sofa in the middle of the room wearing only a gold sequinned bikini and the number 4 stuck on her hip. The girl was practically a carbon copy of her, with the same shade of auburn hair, blue eyes and similar facial structure. Only it seemed that she was of Chinese descent and not Japanese but it wasn't like anyone could tell the difference anyway. It's like looking in a mirror. Christ, would I have turned out like this if I didn't follow the family tradition? Shoot me now. “ Tracey? This is Samantha and she's here to get you ready for the big event.” The girl's head shot up, tear stained and full of rage.
She let out a snarl of rage, making Brunner duck as she hurled her smartphone at him. “Fuck off, Gavin! I already told you that I’m not performing today, damn it! Not since Brandon's fucking dumped me by text and ran off with that skanky Emily!” The coach sighed, shaking his head. “It didn't have to be this way, Tracey. Why didn't you just forget about Brandon and focus on your career?!” He yelled back. Tracey gritted her teeth. “Spoken like every old fart who's never been in love!” Chloe could see the coach's eye twitch. That had struck a nerve. Dropping the tanning kit she took out the needle, slowly circling the girl. “I'm sorry Tracey but you are going to compete whether you want to or not.” The young bikini clad girl leaned back crossing her legs. “Oh yeah?! And just how do you propose to do that old man?!” Holding the needle behind her back, Chloe fixed her doppelganger with an icy stare.
“You know my parents taught me to have respect for one's elders.” She said inching her way behind the sofa. Tracey's head shot around. “And who the fuck are you? You sound just as condescending as that cow Chrissy…” Her voice trailed off as a look of recognition passed across her face. “Wait? You look exactly like me! How is that possible?!” Coach Brunner sighed, pinching his nose. “All of your bloody temper tantrums have forced my hand, Tracey. She is your alternate.” The bikini clad competitor rounded on him taking her eyes off Chloe. “What do you mean my bloody altern-mmmph!” Chloe had moved quickly grasping her hand over her doppelganger's mouth. “It means, princess, that I will be you for the afternoon….” She said, plunging the sedative into her neck “... and believe me I'm not relishing that one bit.” Chloe hissed, pressing the plunger releasing the drug into her system. Coach Brunner looked away, closing his eyes as Chloe held the struggling Tracey Chou in place, feeling the girl's struggles get weaker and weaker until she slumped unconscious with a low muffled sigh, the drug reaching her brain.
“If you're squeamish Mr Brunner, perhaps you should look away for the next part too.” Chloe lowered the unconscious Tracey onto the sofa as the coach held his shaking head in his hands. “I’ll…I’ll go keep watch while you…attend to Tracey.” He stammered before quickly storming from the room, leaving Chloe alone with her sleeping doppelganger. “I'm all ready when you are, Tracey.” Chloe began to strip off the uniform she had stolen from Samantha, including the underwear she had taken from Brunner's former assistant. Now completely naked she straddled the unconscious Tracey, marvelling at their likeness.
“You know Tracey, it really is like looking into a mirror.” Chloe removed the girl's jewellery; ear studs, a necklace with her name on it and a dolphin shaped navel piercing before slipping off her gold sequin heels, putting them on. “Between you and I, Tracey. Your coach is a complete dick, so maybe it's a good job I didn't tell him about Chrissy, eh?” She asked rhetorically, stripping off the number off Tracey's hip before unlacing the bikini from her lush young body. “Mmm, you certainly have the body to show off don't you girl. Too bad you haven't got the brains to go with it.” Lacing on Tracey's bikini Chloe admired the young woman's small but pointed breasts with puffy dark pink areolas and full clean shaven clitoris with a tidy pert little butt you could bounce a nickel off. “You can come in now coach, the show is over.” She smiled getting off the sleeping, naked Tracey and folding up Samantha's uniform, placing it on the table.
As the coach walked back into the changing room, he blinked doing a double take. “Bloody hell! When I first met you I thought you shared a strong passing resemblance with Tracey, but this is just uncanny!” His eyes then looked at his naked charge letting out a disgusted sound. “Ugh! You could have covered her over after…you know!” He snarled, pulling a blanket over her naked form. Chloe sighed adjusting her stolen bikini. “You paid me to become her, not be her chambermaid. Now shall we get this over with.” Brunner rose from tucking Tracey in, walking over to the tanners equipment box.
“Not so fast, Ms Tanaka. First you need to look the part.” He said, taking out the spray tan looking at her body. Chloe shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. “Oh no, no, no. If I want to get a tan, I will do a spot of sunbathing. Not become as orange as Donald Trump.” The coach approached her, spray tan in hand. “Look, it's the rules alright. Why do you think we had to book the tanner in the first place? Besides, it's not permanent and you can wash it off in the shower.” Chloe looked at the spray can then thought about the cold hard cash payout she would be getting at the end of the contract. She sighed. “All right, do your worst coach.” Opening her arms and legs out wide, she let Coach Brunner spray her down. The things I do for money. Sometimes, I surprise myself. She thought, feeling the cool spray on her bare skin.
“Alright, we're all set to go. Are you ready to go? Ms Tanaka?” The young mercenary flashed him a wink. “I was born ready, coach. Lead the way.” Falling into step behind Brunner, Chloe followed him towards the stage. In a fleeting thought of nostalgia, Chloe was reminded off the time she and Lexi had strutted their naked bodies in the Milan fashion show for Lagerfeld. I wish Lexi was here with me, she's got one hell of a body. Thinking about her lover, Chloe grinned as the pair pushed through the double doors.
One Hour Later, 13:15pm
The contest went on for over an hour and Chloe was surprised to learn despite her initial research, that there was little to no actual weight lifting involved, of which she was very relieved to learn. All she had to do was to smile, pose for the camera and show off her lithe, sexy body. Something which she knew all about and was quite comfortable with doing. While she didn't win, coming second to some air headed platinum blonde from Bondi beach Chloe was overall quite satisfied with her performance and felt quite liberated. But most importantly, Brunner was also impressed despite their poor working relationship.
After spending 15 minutes showering off the spray tan and drying herself, Chloe redressed in Samantha's uniform and Chrissy's bra and thong before heading back to the preparation area. She came to see Coach Brunner, checking on the still unconscious Tracey Chou who was back in her bikini. “Well you may not be much of a people person, but your reputation speaks for itself.” He said rising up to meet her, taking out his phone. “So about my payment, Mr Brunner?” She put on Samantha's sunglasses. “I assume everything is in order?” The bald man nodded, making a quick text to his bank. “Don't worry, I’am a man of my word. I have sent a transfer confirmation to your Cayman Islands account as agreed. Plus a little bit extra for keeping your hands clean. Call it a bonus for showing your discretion. The money should be in your account in 10 minutes. ”
Flashing him a nervous smile, Chloe held out her hand. “Pleasure, doing business with you Mr Brunner.” Glancing at her outstretched hand, the coach reluctantly shook it. “If it's all the same to you, I’d rather we not meet again, understand?” He said darkly, withdrawing his hand a little quickly. Picking up the tanner's equipment she winked at him before striding out of the changing rooms, and through the foyer towards the rear car park. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Well at least no one has found Chrissy yet…”
The Rear Car Park, 13:21pm
Coming to Samantha's car, Chloe was greeted by the sounds of dull banging and muffled female moans from the car trunk. The young mercenary rolled her eyes. This is why I hate leaving people alive. They are less of a hassle when they are dead.But I’am sweating in this uniform and I want to put on Chrissy's outfit, which is much more comfortable. “Mmmmph!” The scantily clad Samantha screamed through her tape gag as Chloe opened the trunk, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded with her eyes for freedom. “Shut up, bitch! Or I will wring that pretty little neck of yours, clear?” The brunette whimpered through her gag but nodded in understanding, flashing her that same puppy dog look from before. Her eyes widened as Chloe stripped out of her stolen uniform. “What?” Chloe shrugged as she pulled on Chrissy’s outfit. “I could barely breathe in your outfit, babe.” Samantha whimpered behind her gag as her clothes were thrown on top of her. Just as she pulled on the beige top, Chloe heard her phone vibrate from Samantha’s trouser pocket.
The mercenary flashed her a wink as she looked down at the message from her bank. Transaction:- $10 million USD complete. Available funds $66 million USD. Putting her phone into Chrissy's handbag, Chloe cocked her head down at the scantily clad Samantha. “I'm sorry babe, but you are now surplus to requirements.” She said with a mischievous dark smile. The pretty brunette began to cry, rearing back from Chloe's outstretched hand reaching for her throat. “And I don't like to leave loose ends.” She then diverted her touch cupping the woman's breast, fondling the nipples through her camisole, eliciting half muffled screams, half moans of arousal from her captive. “But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun first. Good night, honey. For now.” Laughing she grasped the struggling girl's throat, pinching her vagus nerve. Samantha’s screams were cut short with a short aroused squeak as she slumped unconscious into the trunk. Throwing Samantha's kit inside, Chloe locked up the trunk then slid into the driver's seat, switching on the engine.
Pulling out of the car park, Chloe leaned back into the seat sighing in satisfaction feeling the warm Australian sun on her face. She had been paid in full for a job well done and had successfully tricked her client. Soon, even the naked brunette in the trunk would become just another weight off her mind.